Chapter 4 is live!
Chapter 4 of what? My 'Take Ilya's Russia Trauma and Make it Worse with a mpreg Teen Pregnancy' Fic
Aka, The Nature of Moonlight
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Today's preview brings us to...... A certain Boston visit with a certain batch of sandwiches.
"Good, yes?" he teases. That moan told him it was more than good. Fantastic, even. "Shit, yeah. Fuck yeah. It's never—" Shane exhales rather than finishing the sentence. "Better than pussy?" "Shut the fuck up," he laughs, rolling into him. His dark brown eyes stare into Ilya's, and this—this moment in time—it feels perfect. Something tender and beautiful, he can sense it growing between them. Maybe even hope, which has always been dangerous for Russian boys nestling sadness in their hearts. He had hoped Mama would wake up. He had hoped Alexei would have changed again. That his older brother might continue to love him after that summer of clubs. But then Ilya had gotten his MLH money a few years later, and the truth had come out. And he had hoped that America would have embraced him. It welcomed him, yes, but as a casual friend, not family. A show pony to be brought out on occasion and then ignored when he was off the ice. His dual citizenship paperwork stalled some time ago, the answer as to why not forthcoming. But he shoves those things aside. Right now, he has a beautiful, slow hockey player with the most gorgeous freckles staring at him with so much affection, and it makes him smile. Shane gifts him with an equally dumb curve of his lips before burying his face in Ilya's shoulder. Voice dopey with intermingled satisfaction and fatigue, Shane jokes, "I think I finally understand why you always want a cigarette after sex." "I can offer you tuna melt," Ilya grins. No smoking for Shane Hollander. Not on his watch.
