well I think hollanov get horny in the cens arena at some point and find themselves an empty room. shane blows ilya on his knees and ilya brings him back up to tug at his cock mercilessly, talking dirty to him in low hungry tones. problem is just as shane's reaching his peak a knock sounds on the door. "cap?" one of their teammates says, muffled. shane's eyes widen and his breath hitches and ilya's hand closes over his mouth. his other hand doesn't stop. oh fuck oh fuck— "ya!" ilya says, raising his voice to be heard through the door, still looking in shane's eyes. shane is trembling all over as the cens player says, "hey, hollzy with you? coach is looking for you both." "yes, yes, we were just discussing something. tell him we will come now." ilya adds only the slightest emphasis to those last two words, but shane's body catches onto it instinctively, and he comes. his eyes roll back in his head and his hips jerk up into ilya's fist as their teammate goes, "alright, I'm heading out after that. see you guys tomorrow." and ilya says, "see you," over shane's muffled noises. footsteps recede from the door and by the time they're gone shane is done, slumped against the wall, breathing hard. smiling dazedly at a grinning ilya and saying, "you fucking asshole."
15. “Finally. Missed you so much.” but make it sort of in front of other people??🙏🙏🙏 if u want. it's okay if not, too!
MONDAY
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ian (1:11 AM): it's hot as fuck here. can't sleep.
ian (1:12 AM): also, lip snores
mickey (1:12 AM): that's what you get for leaving me
ian (1:13 AM): drama queen, i only left this morning. be back in just a week.
ian (1:13 AM): why are YOU awake?
mickey (1:14 AM): fuck you, just a week. 🖕🖕🖕
ian (1:14 AM): 🙄
ian (1:14 AM): go to sleep
mickey (1:15 AM): you woke me up???
ian (1:15 AM): doesn't matter. just go to sleep.
mickey (1:15 AM): probably not
ian (1:16 AM): ???
mickey (1:17 AM): can't sleep without you
incoming call from ian (1:17 AM)
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TUESDAY
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mickey (11:22 AM): college bitch still pissed at us for waking him up?
ian (11:25 AM): isn't speaking to me. bitched about it to fiona the entire morning.
ian (11:25 AM): "can't go a night without him." blah blah
mickey (11:25 AM): fuck him. wyd right now?
ian (11:27 AM): helping Fi with the moving shit.
ian (11:27 AM): you?
mickey (11:28 AM): lunch with tami. bitching about lip.
ian (11:29 AM): 😌
ian (11.29 AM): that same lip is currently screaming my ear off to get off the phone.
ian (11:29 AM): keep bitching, my love
mickey (11:30 AM): tell him to fuck off.
mickey (11:30 AM): also, call me when you're done
ian (11:31 AM): 😘
mickey (11:31 AM): 🙄🖤
(12:57 PM) incoming call from ian
(16:44 PM): incoming call from mickey
(21:44 PM) incoming call from ian
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WEDNESDAY
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mickey (09:06 AM): come back home, im bored.
mickey (09:06 AM): Fiona doesn't need you for an entire fucking week.
ian (09:10 AM): 😬 just five more days
ian (09:10 AM): Fiona says hi!
mickey (09:11 AM): I'm horny, this is stupid.
ian (09:12 AM): handy-dandy hand 😁
mickey (09:12 AM): 🖕🖕🖕🖕
mickey (09:13 AM): ...something to work with?
ian sent a link (09:14 AM)
mickey (09:15 AM): you did not just send me the benefits of a cold shower, you bitch.
ian (09:16 AM): loveeeeee youuuuuu
mickey (09:16 AM): 🙂🔪
incoming call from ian (12:33 PM)
incoming call from ian (17:29 PM)
incoming call from mickey (00:12 AM)
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THURSDAY
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ian (08:12 AM): I'm horny.
ian (08:13 AM): mickey
ian (08:13 AM): mickey
ian (08:13 AM): mickey
ian (08:13 AM): MICKEY
ian (08:14 AM): babyyyyyy
ian (08:14 AM): pleaseeeeee come on, you're not sleeping rn
mickey sent a link (08:16 AM)
ian (08:16 AM): i deserved that.
mickey (08:17 AM): handy-dandy 🤛
ian (08:17 AM): hate myself at this moment 🙂
mickey (08:17 AM): 🤭😘
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ian (09:44 AM): coffee on facetime?
incoming call from mickey (09:45 AM)
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FRIDAY
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ian (14:22 PM): sorry for the ghosting
ian (14:22 PM): Fiona's been killing me with the whole apartment cleaning shit
ian (14:23 PM): And Lip's hiding from her so he's always with me.
ian (14:23 PM): i know it's been a day.
mickey (14:25 PM): well, well, look who decided to text their husband finally
mickey (14:25 PM): it's been a whole day, ian.
mickey (14:26 PM): we are no longer on speaking terms.
ian (14:26 PM): 😲😨
ian (14:26 PM): i'm sorry.
ian (14:26 PM): i miss having breakfast with you.
ian (14:27 PM): i miss sleeping with you
ian (14:27 PM): i miss kissing you
ian (14:28 PM): and doing other things with you 😏
ian (14:28 PM): miss you so fucking much.
ian (14:28 PM): mick?
mickey (14:30 PM): ugh fine, you sap
mickey (14:30 PM): call me
incoming call from ian (14:31 PM)
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SATURDAY
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incoming call from mickey (18:55 PM)
ian (19:24 PM): phone sex is cool, but we should try sexting 😳
mickey (19:26 PM): i don't need a reminder of your disgusting ass dick anywhere on my phone.
ian (19:26 PM): hm? 🤔 not what you were saying ten minutes ago.
ian (19:27 PM): you sure you ain't ready for round two? 😏
ian (19:27 PM): bet facetime sex is even better.
incoming call from mickey (19:28 PM)
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ian (02:22 AM): i miss you. i really fucking miss you.
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SUNDAY
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ian (08:02 AM): flight is at 10
mickey (08:04 AM): i'll be waiting for you when you land.
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It had only been a week. A week filled with phone calls and text messages and a whole bunch of facetime—but, fuck, it had been a week.
Did Ian really have to go on and visit Fiona alone with Lip? Was it really that necessary for him to travel all the way to the alligator land just so they could help Fiona switch apartments? Mickey didn't see the point of the long-ass trip to Florida just so Ian could complain about how humid it was and how it was a blessing he didn't share a room with Lip anymore.
Mickey missed him. He missed him a lot more than he thought he would, and he really should've considered the fact that he and Ian spent most of their time together. They may have been apart before for long periods of time, but it was hard to tear them away from each other nowadays.
So maybe it wasn't that much of a surprise he'd had a hard time adjusting to the empty space of their apartment and the coldness of their bed. The lack of dad jokes during their long rides at work and the unmistakable scent of Ian that had been slowly fading and was almost gone now.
That was Mickey's excuse for not doing laundry. He didn't wanna lose Ian's smell from their home. The sappy excuse would probably work with Ian, he thought.
And even if it didn't, Mickey could distract him from his annoyance in other ways.
Airports sucked.
Being in an airport, waiting on Ian and Lip with their family of twenty thousand—or six, whatever—sucked even more.
But the plane had already landed and it would be just another couple minutes before Mickey saw his husband for the first time in a week. Before he wrapped his arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. He didn't even give a shit if anybody saw him and thought how big of a fag he was.
Husband. That was the only thing on his mind currently.
"They should be here already," Tami said, bouncing Fred up on her hip.
Debbie shrugged from beside Mickey, one hand tightly holding onto the redheaded girl between them. She was fisting the fabric of Mickey's jacket, and it made Mickey smile. It eased the anticipation a little.
Who was he kidding? There were swarms of bees in his stomach, poking and stinging. He felt slightly nauseous.
"I think I see Lip!" It was Liam who exclaimed.
Mickey didn't see Lip.
But he did see the redhead trailing right behind him, a suitcase in his right hand, recently bought for the trip. His hair was ruffled, and his eyes were sleepy, the jet lag probably hitting him in full swing.
Still, the green orbs Mickey missed so much lit up the moment he noticed Mickey, the corners of his mouth twisting up into a wide smile.
Mickey wasn't any better. He could feel the grin stretching across his face involuntary, yet he did nothing to hide it. Nothing to stop it from spreading. He didn't care to hide the excitement he was feeling upon seeing Ian for the first time in a week.
A week.
His legs moved on their own accord, and in what felt like no time at all, he was engulfed into a hug, Ian's long arms circling him—it was familiar; comfortable, and warm.
"Fucking finally," Ian choked out against Mickey's hair, his lips pressed to the top of his head, cradling his body gently. "I missed you so much."
Mickey tilted his chin up and their lips connected in a brief kiss. Just a peck that turned into a couple more, all loud on the pullback, their limbs still wrapped up in each other.
"Missed you more."
They stared into each other's eyes longingly for a couple of moments—it was probably too soft and sappy for them, but who gave a shit? They hadn't seen each other in a week.
What interrupted them eventually were a few short coughs, as if somebody was clearing their throat.
Mickey glared at Lip, practically forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the man he was holding.
"We done with the reunion or you guys wanna continue making out in the middle of the airport...?"
Ian was the one who flipped him off, finally disentangling himself from Mickey so he could greet his siblings properly and pick Franny up into a long hug. It made Mickey frown, the loss of contact. He forced himself to endure it, though—half an hour of a ride longer and they'd be home alone, free to do whatever the fuck.
Still, as soon as they were done with the obligated reunions and the questions about Florida and Fiona, Ian found himself next to Mickey again, gripping Mickey's palm and intertwining the fingers with his own.
Who gave a shit if anybody was looking? Who gave a shit if Lip was rolling his eyes at the obvious display of affection or if Carl was making obnoxious kissy faces at them as if they haven't been married for a while now—Mickey saw none of that shit.
"Proceed with caution Kotallo, this next step is especially delicate."
The Marshall grunts his understanding. Everything about this procedure felt delicate-tediously so. One wrong move and he could destroy vital components or even face a serious shock. He felt laughably inept to handle such tasks but GAIA's guidance had seen him this far, so he would continue to heed her advice.
“Thank you, GAIA.” He adds.
With a deep breath he begins connecting the seven circuits, each one highlighted on his focus as a guide. The third is nearly connected when his curtain is suddenly flung to one side, startling him. The young Quen girl enters his bunk with a wild, wide eyed smile. One that is painfully remniscent of the grin Aloy forms when the opportunity for mischief comes knocking.
“Kotallo! I found something and I think you and Erend might actually enjoy it! Perhaps even together!” She reveals, rocking back and forth on the balls of he feet with her hands clasped in front of her.
Interesting. He thinks, but doesn’t speak or even blink at her, simply staring with a lowered and expectant gaze.
His lack of reaction and deadpan stare helps along her realization and she jumps lightly. “Oh!” She gasps, knuckles hastily tapping gently against the wall. Pink dusts her pale cheeks as Alva gives him a sheepish smile of apology. “Forgot to knock.”
The tenakth’s icy exterior melts in seconds and he smiles in return. He sets down his tools, deciding now was the perfect time for a reprieve. “Quite alright Alva, what have you found?”
so i know we don’t actually know how viperion comes about but consider, juST consider,,
ladybug is the one who gives him the snake miraculous
aka marinette is aware she’s fighting by luka’s side
and like marinette has dEF been crushing on luka a little bit. we know this. she knows this. hell, luka knows this
but does viperion know that LADYBUG is crushing on viperion a bit??
NO
does CHAT NOIR know that ladybug is crushing on viperion a bit??
DEFINITELY NOT SIS
but you can bet he’ll start to figure it out
i can’t imagine that luka becoming an actual freakin superhero would help marinette’s crush ONE BIT
so here snake boy is, minding his own superhero business, just tryin to help out his new pals ladybug and chat noir, and def trying to impress ladybug a bit to prove that she was right to choose him
and… wait, is ladybug… blushing??
chat noir assumes he’s wrong, obvs, his lady doesn’t even blush when he lays it on (((at least not to his face))) so he teases her a bit
“don’t tell me you’re secretly falling for the snake, my lady ;)”
and he expects a classic, confident, ladybug rebuff
but nope, yep that is DEFINITELY a blush, and he has DEFINITELY never seen his lady stammer like this
so chat noir goes to viperion
and is like “listen, okay, since ladybug is in love with you,--”
and viperion is like WHAT
“yeah, ladybug is in love with you”
“ladybug is in love with me”
“yeah, anyway--”
“she can’t be in love with me”
“well she is, so--”
this goes on for awhile
until viperion is like “no you don’t understand, she can’t be in love with me because i’m in love with another girl”
and chat noir is like what
and viperion is like “yeah i love another girl”
“you love another girl”
“yeah so I can’t love ladybug because--”
“you’re in love with another girl”
“right”
“who’s not ladybug”
“don’t get me wrong ladybug is great but”
and this goes on for awhil-- look, you get it
basically the moral of the story is that chat noir stares into the void and bunnyx was right
hollanov fic: sleepy cuddly morning sex + quiet dirty talk
it's cold outside their blankets. ilya lies flush against shane's back. his arms hug him close. their legs lay tangled together in the duvet. shane woke first but allowed himself the lie-in. they don't have practice today, and shane doesn't have any commitments with friends.
ilya woke a few minutes ago, making it known by rubbing shane's stomach, but neither of them have said a word. content to exist in the knowledge of each other's soft attention. ilya's hand continues to move across shane's skin, palm flat and circling his bellybutton. shane's cock is thickening against his thigh. ilya's mouth, which has been releasing warm breaths over the nape of shane's neck, purses into a kiss against the soft hair there.
"malysh," he mumbles, so quietly. shane hums. "are you going out today?"
his words have soft edges, drowsy. "no," shane replies, just as quiet.
ilya's turn to hum. the movement of his hand doesn't cease. he shifts closer and nestles his clothed erection between shane's cheeks, making shane inhale and push back against him. ilya hasn't moved his hand down shane's body.
"are you hard?" ilya asks, without urgency.
they both still have their eyes closed. they're nowhere but here. shane says, "yeah."
quiet noise of acknowledgment from ilya. "do you want my hand?"
shane breathes, "yeah."
"mmm."
ilya doesn't give him his hand. he drags it up shane instead, resting it on one of his pecs. gently squeezes the muscle—once, twice, slow. shane grunts and arches into it. ilya kisses his neck again. then he uses just his first two fingers to begin circling shane's nipple. shane moans, quietly. his cock gives a hard throb. one more.
ilya lifts his fingers to shane's lips, murmuring, "suck."
shane does. ilya's fingers are salty. and warm. he pushes them in and out of shane's mouth, along his tongue, in a slow fuck. when he withdraws, a string of spit extends from the tips of his fingers to shane's bottom lip. ilya either doesn't notice or doesn't care. just moves his hand back down, draping the spit over shane's chin as he does, and starts gently massaging shane's nipple with his wet fingers. shane moans again. longer now. ilya rubs his cock leisurely into the cleft of shane's ass, humming deep in his chest.
"you like that, kotik?" he rumbles. shane nods into his pillow, reaching back to tangle his fingers in ilya's hair. ilya's face nuzzles into his neck. "love touching your tits," he says into shane's skin. "your nipples. they are so hard for me. like your cock, mmm?" shane makes a quiet, plaintive noise. ilya pinches him. "you get so hard for me everywhere."
"yeah," shane breathes.
"yeah?" ilya echoes, and shane lifts his jaw to invite ilya to kiss along his neck. ilya obliges him. shane sighs.
"yeah."
they lapse into a brief semi-silence; shane breathing through ilya's attention to his nipples, ilya moaning low as he works himself up against shane's ass. when his hand finally leaves shane's chest, skating back down along his abdomen, shane finds himself holding his breath. his cock is wet inside his boxer briefs. and aching. ilya whispers into his ear, "breathe, moy lyubov" and shane takes some air in just as ilya pushes his hand beneath the fabric of his briefs and holds his cock, firmly.
shane lets out a sound like it's been shocked from him. his body curls inwards, around the point where ilya is holding him, and ilya laughs softly. presses his wrist into shane's pelvic bone, urging his hips back against his cock. "come back, malysh," he teases. his hand starts working over shane under his briefs, and shane starts moaning in earnest. ilya exhales roughly in his ear. "you are so eager," he murmurs, drawing out the "so". "so horny for me in the morning, hm? just woke up and already need to get fucked? my needy boy... fuck, you are getting me all wet, shane."
and shane whimpers because he can feel it. the way ilya's fist is becoming slick with his precum, easing his movements into an obscene glide. up, down. up, down. ilya draws his hand out of shane's briefs for a moment and tugs the waistband down, tucking it behind shane's balls before reaching back up for his cock. heat rises in shane's cheeks at the sounds ilya's hand makes around his newly freed cock—distinct, wet fwips that cause shane's arousal to spike so hard his body lurches towards the edge. ilya moans loudly, presumably just as affected by it. his hand speeds up.
"mmm, fuck," ilya says. smearing open-mouthed kisses over shane's ear. "does it feel good, kotik? hmm?" shane nods, beyond words. ilya bites his earlobe and shane whimpers. "you are... fuck, moy lyubimyy, you are like a dream. like I am still asleep and fucking you, and when you come for me I will just wake up."
shane rolls his head against his pillow in vague dissent. "no," he slurs. "'m yours, ilya. your—fuck. oh. oh, ilya. oh m'god—"
"shane. are you gonna come, sweetheart?" shane inhales raggedly, nods minutely. frantically. "good. good boy. come for me, baby." ilya's fingers pull quickly beneath shane's cockhead. "yes. shane. come for me now, sweetheart—ah—fuck..."
shane is releasing into ilya's hand. twitching against him. moaning desperately. ilya holds him, kisses him, murmurs a litany of praise and encouragement in his ear. that's it, moy lyubimyy. you are so good. let me have it. good boy, shane.
after, shane relaxes into ilya's arms. spent, panting. ilya kisses over whatever he can reach of shane's face. shane, eyes closed, smiles faintly. he shifted away from ilya in those final moments—now he moves back. finds ilya hard, still.
"are y'gonna fuck me now?" shane mumbles. he hears, and feels, ilya huff a laugh against his cheek.
"oh, if you insist," ilya says, and shane laughs, rolling over onto him.
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shane and ilya lying at opposite ends of their living room couch. shane has his glasses on and is doing some work on his laptop. ilya, unbeknownst to shane, is browsing sex toy shops on his phone. at some point he goes "shane" and beckons shane to come over to his side of the couch. shane puts his laptop onto the coffee table and shifts over to ilya, settling between his legs with his back to ilya's chest. ilya hums and says "what do you think about this?" and shows shane his phone.
shane immediately blushes, caught off-guard by the image of the sleek black toy on the screen and the words 'Prostate Massager' at the top. ilya continues "you think you would like it? look, it has sooo many settings. i think this one would be fun—pulse mode. hmm? i could use it on you while i am blowing you, mmm or maybe while you are blowing me."
and shane's like (gulp) breathy voice yeah it looks good. but then ilya is switching over to another tab—and oh my god he has so many tabs open from this same site—and it's like a cock ring or something and he goes, all casual-like, "i was also thinking we get this one. can use it with the massager. it has many good reviews" and he starts reading each of these reviews to shane. right up against the shell of his ear. saying the things people have said like "this toy is amazing. my partner edged me 6 times before i came" and "i actually cried by the time my orgasm hit", making encouraging comments to shane in between about how "you love being edged, moy lyubimyy. hmm?" and "yes, you would cry. i want to see that"
he keeps doing this for all the other toys he's bookmarked, going through their features and reviews and suggesting specific ways they could use them, and shane is shifting, squirming, so hard he could die. he's soaked a wet spot through the front of his grey sweatpants, inches away from where ilya's fingers are resting, but ilya's not doing anything about it.
eventually when ilya's done thoroughly going through each of shane's options, he tells shane to choose the ones he wants (unless he wants them all; ilya only wants to make him happy) and shane blinks heavily through the haze of his arousal, says "the uhm... the first two." and ilya, playing dumb, asks "which one, kotik? i have forgotten" forcing a sweetly embarrassed shane to help ilya navigate through the stack of tabs and say out loud, "the prostate massager. and the uh. the cock ring." ilya kisses him on the temple then and goes "thank you, shane. you can go back and work now"
and shane gives him the most baffled look. he can feel ilya's stiff cock against his back. he tries pushing against it. "ilya..." but ilya is taking no hints, just frowning at him. "what, shane? do you need something?" "i- i mean- aren't you-" and ilya raises his eyebrows at him. "i just needed your opinion, shane" like they'd been shopping for groceries and ilya just needed input on which coupon to use.
shane, flushed, just says "ilya... please. i'm so hard" and ilya makes a face like he's surprised and finally reaches down to wrap his fingers around shane's cock through his sweatpants, making a small delighted noise. "oh. you are so hard, malysh... and so wet. you couldn't control it, ah? so excited thinking about what i'm going to do to you with your new toys?" and shane nods desperately, humping into ilya's fist, neither of them acknowledging that ilya is just as turned on. they then have crazy hot dripping sex about it and afterwards in bed ilya places the order for the toys while shane watches on from beside him, still completely blissed and fucked out 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
fluff? on mymansmoon? it's more likely than you think.
it's the year following s1. ilya is still in boston and shane is in montreal. they've just played a game against each other in boston and shane is staying over at ilya's house. after dinner they have a little fight about who's going to handle the dishes and ilya wins, play-snarling and biting at shane. shane rolls his eyes; ilya tells him to go into the living room and turn on the TV or something. so he does. settles into one corner of the couch. bundled top to toe in ilya's clothes: hoodie, sweats, socks. (he prefers his own, texturally, but he liked the principle of using everything of ilya's.)
he turns on some sports channel probably. five minutes later ilya comes into the room and flops onto the couch, head landing in shane's lap and the rest of his body stretching out lengthwise. he lets out a big 'ahh!' sound as he does and shane smiles, putting his hands on him. ilya turns onto his side so he can watch tv as well. maybe there's a hockey game on, i don't know. but they talk for a bit about whatever they're watching. relaxed observations traded back and forth. shane is absently playing with any part of ilya that he can easily reach. his hair, his ear, his neck, his shoulder. the night is winding down. they had a late dinner because they were having sex before. started the moment shane walked in the door. shane is full and relaxed. he has his favourite person in his lap. a silence descends on them both.
at some point something happens on the tv that warrants a comment from shane, but it receives no reply from ilya. "ilya?" he leans forward to check ilya's face and he's sleeping. eyes closed, mouth open. he's making those little clicking noises on his inhales that teeter on the edge of snoring. shane feels an unbearable swell of affection for him and watches him for a bit. then he very carefully reaches over to check the time on his phone. it's late. as much as he doesn't want to disturb ilya, he has an early flight out of boston tomorrow, and he isn't going to get a good night's sleep sitting up on this couch.
shane scratches ilya's scalp gently. "baby," he says. no response. he scratches him again, rubs his shoulder and then his jaw. "baby." ilya makes a noise and frowns, stirring a little. shane thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest. "baby, let's go to bed," he says. this time ilya turns onto his back but keeps his eyes closed. he lifts his chin, sleepily asking for a kiss. shane smiles and gives it to him. soft warm press of lips for two seconds. when shane pulls back ilya sighs and makes a satisfied "hmmh" sound, before going still again. threatening to fall back asleep. shane's cheeks hurt. he rubs the backs of his fingers under ilya's chin. "hey, sleepyhead," he urges gently.
finally ilya inhales the inhale of a waking person, sudden and sharp and deep, and buries his face in shane's—rather, his own—hoodie. then he lifts himself off shane's lap. shane lets him go, reaching for the remote to shut the tv off while ilya yawns and rubs at his face in his periphery. he has groggy eyes. shane gets up and extends a hand to him; ilya takes it. shane pulls him up and leads him by the hand through the house, as familiar to shane now as his own place in montreal.
"I need to—" ilya gestures at the lights that are still on in the kitchen and entryway. "I've got it," shane says, and leaves ilya to hit all the appropriate switches. when he returns ilya is looking at him in a way. "what?" shane asks.
ilya shakes his head. "is just nice," he murmurs. "this is a little like your house now too."
shane breathes. takes ilya's hand again. "yeah," he says. he squeezes. the house is dark and blue-ish now. moonlight coming in through ilya's floor-to-ceiling windows. they look at each other for several long moments, then shane pulls ilya with him to the bedroom.
