Hello just incase you want to hear about nurse Shane and security guard Ilya, Ilya is going away for a few nights with his boys on a camping trip for Marley’s birthday. And like it’s fine Shane can cope without Ilya for a few nights, he has many times before when their schedules don’t lie up but he’s been having a fucking Bad couple weeks. Heavy shifts, struggling sleeping coming on and off nights, back pain from work- headaches and it just. He’s just sad that he won’t get to see Ilya, fall asleep with him. Eat dinner together and makeout in the shower and watch a movie (fool around) on the couch. And Ilya can tell, the way he’s gone a bit quiet, the way he is extra sensitive to external input. Asking Ilya to turn the tv down when it’s already soft, wrinkling his nose at one of the shirts Ilya offered him after a shower together, picking through for a different one instead. Anyway, Ilya gets it, that Shane needs comfort when he’s feeling overwhelmed and exhausted with work and Ilya is part of his comfort. But he also knows Shane would never want to stop him from plans, from a trip he’d been looking forward to. So ! Ilya does what he can. The day he’s due to go Shane’s out his door early for a morning shift with an extra minute of soft goodbye kisses that will maybe make him a little late. Ilya sets to work, going to his place to pack and lock up but not before bringing some things back to Shane’s. Ilya’s pillow, an old hoodie Ilya’s had for years, soft worn cotton, oversized and heavy fabric with a nice big hood. He drops off some snacks for Shane he collected for him on his way home. But, most importantly, Benjamin. He tucks the large teddy into Shane’s bed, Ilya’s side of the bed before remaking it around him.
Ilya’s heart about bursts out of his chest when he gets a text later that night through the shitty reception at the campsite a selfie, Shane in Ilya’s hoodie, Benjamin cuddled to his chest and Shane’s face half hidden in the soft of the teddys fur. Ilya replies “my cute boy” and Shane sends back a 😚 kissey and then Ilya replies “you’ll be good and get some sleep for me yeah baby? Benjamin will look after you for me x” and Shane replies “okay, promise” and Ilya replies “send me some more pictures before you sleep okay? Only if you can” and Shane replies with another picture already, always so good for Ilya. This one he’s smiling soft and small at the camera, the image a tiny bit blurry, his lips so pink and hair messy soft down on his forehead. Ilya stares at it so long Marley throws a burger bun at his head.
bug what's nurse shane up to rn.....i gotta know......
Shane’s said four words since he woke up fifteen minutes ago. He’s sat at the counter, stool pulled up to it, hunched tiredly over a bowl of cereal. He’s in his scrub pants and no shirt, as usual for pre shift dinner to avoid any spills or smells on his top.
Ilya is leant in the doorway of Shane’s kitchen. He’d finished his short shift at three in the afternoon, been at Shane’s place by half past.
He’d let himself in quietly, (using the key Shane had given him two months ago now to come go and he pleased) very careful as he moved around the home, to stay quiet and not wake Shane from his pre night shift sleep as he changed into the sweats he bought with him.
Shane would be up at four thirty to stretch, shower, do his skincare change and then out in the kitchen by five. Ilya had folded and stacks Shane’s clothes from the dyer, and filled Shane’s waterbottle while he waited for his boy to wake up.
They’d have and hour and half before Shane would have to leave before shift, it wasn’t much, but Ilya hadn’t seen Shane outside of in passing at work in a few days and he’d missed him. The chance to kiss and cuddle and sit with his boy was worth it. Ilya was curled up on the couch when the door to Shane’s bedroom clicked open, and his Shane had shuffled out, in his scrub pants and socks, rubbing at his right eye with his fist.
Ilya had gotten so absorbed in real housewives that he’d not even realised the time, and his eyes darted to his phone. His stomach flipped a little at the 5:21 on the screen. Ilya’s eyes darted back to Shane, who had come to a stop at the end of the couch. He’d leant down and pressed his lips on Ilya’s head, mumbled “hi baby” and sniffled before shuffling onward to the kitchen before Ilya could reply.
Ilya watched the slump of his retreating boyfriends back. This was bad, late out of bed and no kiss on the lips. Ilya had managed to sit still for all of five minutes before he was climbing off the couch and following after Shane. He wanted to give him space, to wake up, to settle, to seek out Ilya when he was ready for him. But Ilya had missed him, and a Shane out of pattern was unpredictable.
It bought them to now, Ilya leant in the door with Shane bringing spoonfuls of cereal to his mouth, the soft clink of his spoon and the distant noise of the tv the only sound in the room.
“Sleep okay?” Ilya asked softly, and then went about making Shane’s pre shift coffee- half to do something with his hands and half because Shane was already late to get up, late to have his coffee in hand warm and fresh ti help wake him up.
“Mmhm” Shane hummed, nodded, muffled a yawn into his hand.
“Work ok?” Shane asked then, voice low and scratchy with sleep. Ilya turned to look at him as the coffee machine spluttered and spilled smooth coffee into Shane’s mug. Shane had a pillow crease down his cheek, his eyes were hazy with the edges of sleep, chest flushed with sleep warmth. Ilya wanted to bundled him up whole, maybe bite him a little. Maybe kiss and suck at the warm skin of his neck while he got him all cosy in his lap and touched him until that bunch of his shoulders dropped and the loosened into something softer, warmer, loose limbed.
Shane looked at him with expectant brows and Ilya bit down a smile as he turned the espresso shot into an iced long black. Of course Shane would check on him with the few words he managed to get out, those somehow worked past the tangle in his brain.
“Was good, not too busy” Ilya shrugged and crossed the kitchen to place the coffee in front of Shane, looked down at the grumbly shape of his boyfriend, he could feel his stewing radiating off him. Ilya placed a gentle hand on the back of Shane’s neck, rubbed the pads of his fingers up against Shane’s hairline. He dipped his head to kiss the top of Shane’s head.
“Thank you” Shane mumbles and its wobbly, and ha lingers, pets at Shane’s neck but Shane doesn’t lean back into him, doesn’t chat to him about last nights shift in slow hazy words, doesn’t catch Ilya’s hand to hold while he eats. Ilya hums, and pulls back.
Sometimes his Shane is quiet and sometimes his Shane needs space; especially on his last shift on a block of nights. Ilya is familiar with the way they untangle you, leave you spacey and backwards. Like you’re jet lagged or a toddler or a tiny bit drunk and hungover at the same time.
Ilya strolls out of the kitchen and goes to mute the tv, incase the sound is too much, and then goes to his bag for the three item he’d thrown in there for Shane this morning. He wordlessly makes his way back to the kitchen where Shane is rinsing his bowl, his backpack sitting unzipped on the bench, now containing his lunch bag.
Ilya places the small box of peppermint tea inside the bag (Shane said it helped with the bloating and nausea he sometimes got on nights and shane had texted Ilya with many sad faces that he was out of it last night) and well Ilya had stock for Shane at his place so it just made sense to bring some.
He lays the jumper he has in his arms over the top of the bag. It was Ilya’s, a sweatshirt he’d had for years, worn in thin and comfortable, soft in that way that only came with time. Shane’s favoured jumper to take of Ilya’s when they were at his place. Shane could decide if he wanted it for work- but at least the offer was there.
Ilya takes himself back to the couch, sits down and clicks the volume up to a soft murmur. Tells himself that he’s doing well not to hover, even though he kind of needs a smile and a kiss from Shane before he leaves to feel confident that is boy is alright. But then again, maybe he’s simply too tired for that- or overstimulated by Ilya’s presence. And yes Ilya’s missed his boy, but even if his time with Shane, being in Shane’s orbit consisted of only this, that was okay- they knew, time together between shifts like this, in overlap, they were just whatever they could find energy to be together.
Two weeks ago Ilya had come home with such a migraine post work that date night with Shane had been a cool shower and then laying in the dark of Ilya’s room in silence with the fan on, not touching because Ilya’s skin felt throbby.
A week before that, both post a 12hr day they had drunk wine directly from one shared bottle, and ate Thai food on the floor in front of the tv as they ranted about their equally fucking cursed days. It would change, what they needed but, what they needed would always be from each other, to exist together.
Ilya is halfway through a text to Sveta, when he suddenly blinks and oh, that’s a lap full of Shane. He’s warm and heavy and no longer shirtless, in his scrub top and Ilya’s jumper and he’s shoving his face into Ilya’s neck, tucking his arms in between their chests and his thigh pressing to either side of Ilya.
Ilya lets out a soft breathless laugh, knocked out of him the the weight of Shane, but then, then he feels the ripple of Shane’s shoulders, hears his big drawing breath in the way it’s coming faster than usual. Oh. Oh Shane.
“Hey, hey” Ilya is cooing, his hand is soothing over the back of Shane’s silky soft hair, other arm wrapping tightly around his waist, pressing Shane into his chest.
“Hey” ilya coos, low, draws out the vowel and tucks his face down against the side of Shane’s face. Ilya focuses his breathing, makes it slow and gives Shane a moment before he rushes in with questions, gives him space for words.
“I just-“ Shane’s voice wobbles where it’s tucked into the space between Ilya’s jaw and collarbones.
“I just want to go to bed with you” Shane gets out, voice small, and there’s a tiny sniffle and then he’s perfectly quiet. It makes Ilya’s stomach ache. Ilya can imagine Shane’s stubborn wet lash line, the way he’s refusing to let tears fall. His stubborn, exhausted sweetheart.
“It’s fine I’m ok.” Shane’s voice is flat
“I don’t know maybe I could be tired, but last night wasn’t so busy, nothing bad, just. I’d just really like to go to bed with you right now and fall asleep together” Shane explains and Ilya nods, nods, begins to gently sway them side to side.
Ilya wants to tell Shane to call in sick, to just put himself first please and let his body get some rest. It gets like this for Shane, handling the long hours- juggling it with workouts and seeing friends and dinners with his parents and helping his dad fix the deck and doing it all, till the exhaustion finds him suddenly and he just, gets heavy, slow- and frustrated with himself for feeling effects of the full life he has, the standards he holds himself too. Ilya has to remind him, at times the large stretches of sleep that Shane has surrendered for years. How it might be okay to be exhausted.
But Ilya knows Shane, his Shane, and knows that telling him to stop is futile, trying to persuade him that he could call in, come to bed with Ilya, the unit would be okay, wouldn’t fly with Shane, especially not so close to shift. Ilya knows how important work was to Shane, and that Shane is important to that place. That he cared, it mattered to him, showing up and being present, helping. Being reliable. Most of the time Ilya could just make himself a soft place for Shane to land, to come apart, to need, even if for a short while, to try and fill the exhausted spaces of him, hold him up.
“It’s been a little while huh?” Ilya agrees, (it had been four days, and even one felt too long to Ilya so he was helpless to do anything but agree) and starts his kisses, from the top of Shane’s ear all along his hairline, nose brushing in his hair with the pecks.
“Stupid hospital” Ilya adds, and it gets a small scoff laugh from Shane who nods. “Stupid hospital” he mumbles because it’s easier, to blame the building than all the other parts of it.
“I miss you” Shane adds, and Ilya nods, cups Shane’s face in his palms and eases him back from his neck, keeps him close and looks down at him, drops his neck to drop little kisses over Shane’s brow, the high of his cheeks. Ilya’s hand slides to the back of Shane’s neck and starts rhythmic squeezes.
“And I woke up. I don’t know angry? Or just-“ Shane waves a hand. “Frustrated. I kept waking up through the day and I was I thought it was- I kept rolling over or reaching out expecting to find you in bed but then I’d remember and” Shane shrugs and blinks his eyes half open, eyes heavy and brow frowny as he looks up at Ilya.
“Then it took me ages to wake up cause I was groggy and then I didn’t even say hi to you properly when you came here from work and pushed back going to the gym just to see me before shift and it’s just because I was feeling sorry for myse-“
“I miss you too” Ilya interrupts, leaning in to knock noses with Shane, lingering in his space. His pinkies tuck down past the neck of Shane’s shirt, fidget against the skin.
“Benjamin does not cuddle like you” Ilya teases and he sees a tiny smile flicker at the corner of Shane’s lips at the mention of Benjamin.
Benjamin was a giant stuffed bear Shane had won Ilya on their fifth date at an old refurbished arcade in the city. The thing was stupidly large but Shane’s heart had felt stupidly large at the time; he’d wanted to show off, to win the dumb biggest prize for the cute boy he was on a date with.
The game had aptly been called “Benjamin’s Hammer” with a scarily drawn off brand imitation of the marvel character of Thor that was distinctly off putting, not to mention the strangely out of place name. They could have at least tried to go with a name similar to Thor.
Ilya had whispered to Shane that Benjamin seemed more like a man you’d find in a cross fit gym than a super hero and Shane had agreed. The weird characters six fingers did confirm Shane’s suspicions it has been made by AI. His cape was too short and eyes weirdly formed, a smile that was sinister. Of course they had to play it; they decided.
The ‘game’ had consisted of using the large wooden hammer to swing and hit the target as hard as you could. The harder the hit, the higher the score, the bigger the prize.
Ilya’s smile had been blinding when Shane’s swing had pushed the red light just shy of the top of the large screen that displayed the force of the swing. It had somehow grown even more when Shane had selected the too big bear and passed it into Ilya’s arms with a shy smile. Ilya had thanked him with a kiss to the cheek, a sigh of “my hero, my Benjamin” Shane had replied “ew” at being compared to knock off Thor and dug his fingers into Ilya’s side but his flush had gone down his neck.
Ilya lugged the large brown bear around on his back the rest of the night, proudly declaring his name to be Benjamin of course. The large soft floppy dark coloured bear had taken residence in Ilya’s flat since then, usually sat in the armchair in his room or at the end of his bed (in his bed when he was missing the warm figure of Shane beside him most).
“I think you love him more than me” Shane grumbles and Ilya nods, unable to help but tease, and presses a feather light kiss to Shane’s nose, then his top lip. “Very much so” he whispers and wraps his whole hand over the back of Shane’s tense neck, massaged with his full hand working, firm presser and watches Shane’s eyes flutter.
Shane whines and huffs and oh his poor tired boy. Ilya kisses his top lip again, then his bottom lips pulls back just enough for Shane to tilt his chin up to chase his mouth and then kisses him properly, slow and soft, a hungry lick of his tongue that Shane returns, tightens his arms around Ilya’s shoulders. He tastes like coffee and the sweet residue of cereal. Ilya kisses Shane until he feels his neck and head slacken in Ilya’s grip, feels the weight of his head back into his palm.
Ilya hums against Shane’s mouth and pulls back, bites down his smile when Shane’s head lulls closer to him as if hypnotised.
“Shane” Ilya whispers and Shane blinks his eyes open, small frown working its way back between his brows.
“What” he asks, and Ilya kisses the crease of his brow.
“I do not love Benjamin more than you, he is just an affair, for when my lover is busy being be very important at his job” Ilya whispers and he feels a small laugh draw from Shane.
“Besides he does not wear glasses so” Ilya shrugs, sucks his teeth. “Is no contest” he concludes and Shane whines, that annoyed sound when Ilya carries on. Ilya loves it.
“Okay okay” Ilya concedes and then twists and lays back on the couch, shane curled on top of him.
His eyes flicker to Shane’s Apple Watch, 5:52pm
Shane nuzzles his face into Ilya’s throat and Ilya’s hand is steady massaging over Shane’s neck, pressing out along the lines of his shoulder with steady pressure of his fingers.
They don’t have enough time for Ilya to bring Shane back to himself the way he wants to, the way they both know works best, doesn’t have time to let his Shane get the full sleep he needs, doesn’t have the ability to give Shane what he wants, a night together just them, falling asleep at the same time. So he problem solves.
“Here is plan” Ilya says and he feels Shane hum, nod slightly Ilya distantly thinks of those videos of owners saying dogs favourite words in front of them, how they perk up and their ears twitch. Ilya values his safely so he doesn’t voice this thought.
“I will drive you to work, we will leave at 6:45 yes because you will not need extra time for parking so extra time for us. Then you will work and it will be okay, and you can keep my jumper so you are warm and is like I am not far. I will go to gym very nice and early and then come and pick you up, we will come home, have gross smoothie you like and eggs on toast that I like and then we will shower, and then I will fuck you to sleep yes?” Ilya keeps his voice low and calm, washing it over Shane like the ocean pushing in, the movements of his hands on Shane’s neck and back rhythmic, his breathing steady.
“We will sleep, together, in bed, us- and then when we wake up we can go for a walk or to sauna or to the couch to watch a movie or we stay in bed and I fuck you some more” Ilya shrugs listing Shane’s prefers post last night shift activity. “You will pick from these options- what you want and I will make happen” Ilya kisses the shell of Shane’s ear, slides his hand down to press and rub at his lower back.
“You do the next twelve hours and then I’ve got you for the next whole day okay? You just let me have you” Ilya mumbles the instruction, hand slides to Shane’s hip and holds, rubs his thumb.
“Yes?” Ilya prompts and Shane nods, nods, his hands are fisted into Ilya’s shirt, breathing steady and even.
“Yeah. Please” Shane replied and illya kisses kisses kisses the crown of his head.
“Okay” Ilya confirms and feels Shane snuggle down into him, loose like some of the strings pulling him have slackened.
“Okay” Shane echoes, the slightest lilt to his voice that makes it fall like Ilya says the word. It makes Ilya kiss his head, makes something warm like pride pulse in his chest.
“Good boy” Ilya whispers, a secret for just them and his hand slides up to Shane’s ear, rubs over the shape of it, his earlobe.
Shane shivers against him, yawns so wide it makes his jaw click.
Ilya checks the time again, eyes on Shane’s watch. 6:04pm
“I’ll get you up when we need to go okay?” Ilya mumbles, waits till he feels Shane nod. He wishes he could put Shane on his knees for the next half an hour or so, take his brain out of where it was rattling, but he knows there is no chance Shane would be in the right headspace to work after that. But this, this was good too. A moment of rest, a moment together.
“I’m right here, just rest now” Ilya whispers and pushes his hand up under Shane’s scrubs and his jumper, palm flat against warm skin, rubbing wide steady circles.
Ilya tilts his face down, nose to the top of Shane’s head and closes his eyes, not worried about falling asleep, not when he had the job of looking after his Shane, looking over him while he got to rest with Ilya. A moment of something warm and true and real to take into his shift with him, something Shane could keep tucked against his chest when it got to the seven hour of decision making, being in control, in charge, calculating and compassionate and alert and open and ready.
When it got too much. Like a worry stone Shane could rub his thumb over and over and over and over, smooth from use, this memory of being soft and warm and held. Safe.
Ilya’s chest tingled with the delight of helping Shane carrying the weight of it all- the everything- and he let the steady sound of Shane’s breathing clear his mind as he focused on the weight and warmth and smell of his boy, his favourite person in the world, right there safe against his chest.
If the mood ever strikes you can we get some down and dirty nasty nurse Shane and security guard Ilya?? I feel like we’ve never gotten deep into that nitty gritty and I just think it’d be cool and fun 👀
“Timessit?” Shane’s words are slurred into Ilya’s bare thigh, his nose dragging against the warm skin.
Ilya hums and catches Shane’s face in his palm, smoothes this thumbs over his pretty pink swollen lips, slick with saliva and Ilya’s cum.
“Hmm sweetheart?” Ilya asks, he knew what Shane had said, but he looks so pretty trying to talk like this. Looks so pretty doing what Ilya says.
Ilya uses the hand not cupping Shane’s face to take the base of his cock in his hand. Shane swallows, blinks heavily and looks up at Ilya, tries again.
“Times it?” He asks, less mumbled than before and Ilya smiles, his Shane, happy to do try and do better for him.
Ilya loves him desperately.
He pushes the wet head of his cock against Shane’s cheek, presses it against the skin with his thumb and slowly starts to thrust his cock against the freckled skin.
Shane tilts his head up into the dirty affection, leans into it and Ilya watches him squirm his hips down against the bed from where he’s laid between the sprawl of Ilya’s legs.
“It’s only a bit past two baby, I don’t have to be up for a few more hours” Ilya cooes down to Shane, voice warm as feels himself getting harder, cock filling again.
He’d cum in Shane’s mouth moments prior, his pouty mouth parted to the base of Ilya’s thick cock, Ilyas hand fisted in his silky hair as he shot at the back of his throat with an rumble in his chest, a hot gasp.
(It hadn’t taken long- it rarely did when Ilya woke up already needing, cock tenting his thin pyjama bottoms, aching for a release. It didn’t help when he woke up with his boy bundled up in his arms, in his boxers and all hot smooth skin pressed to Ilya, breathing heavy and slow, tangled up in him.
Ilya had fallen asleep in bed without Shane, before eight, in the middle of a row of early shifts that was leaving him dead on his feet. Shane was doing an overtime shift, covering a 2-10pm. It had been a headier pleasure than usual- to wake up to the boy he fell asleep wanting- in his arms, droll against his chest.
Ilya hadn’t intended to wake up Shane, he really hadn’t he was just so fucking hard and Shane’s thigh was over his lap and it was so easy to just rock his hips against the smooth warm skin. He convinced his meld that would be enough to take the edge off, let him fall back to sleep. 
What he hadn’t expected was Shane to wake up a few thrusts in, with a mumbled “Ilya?” His thigh pushing down, hand sliding up the planes of his stomach.
Shane didn’t work the coming day- and sure Ilya did but he’d give up his sleep for this, just not Shane’s. “Wanna” Shane had whined into Ilya’s neck as Ilya’s hand had found his thigh, held him as he rolled his hips up into him, ridged thick cock grinding between soft fabric and warm skin.
“Yeah, baby, okay” Ilya had whispered, voice rough and hazy from sleep, hand reached down to find Shane’s, place it inside his pants, help him find the shape of Ilya’s thick cock.
“Want this?” Ilya had asked, kissing at the tops of Shane’s head as the boy curled closer into him, nose knocking at Ilya’s jaw.
Shane had nodded, hand working Ilya reverently, slow tight strokes alternated with soft touches, loving, loving touches of Ilya’s cock.
“Yeah? That’s okay, you can take it sweetheart, show me” Ilya whispered, threaded his fingers through Shane’s hair as Shane nuzzled and kissed his way down his body, till he could press his face to his cock. Shane had breathed in deep, nuzzling his nose to the base of Ilya’s cock, letting the length of him rest heavy and thick on his face.
Ilya looked down his body with sleep heavy blinks, pushed the covers to the side to see Shane better, frowned in the low light of the room, thankful for the half open blinds letting street light spill enough to see the slack bliss of Shane’s face, lips parted as he mouthed desperately at Ilya’s cock.
Ilya’s hand had taken Shane’s face in his palm, guided him to take his cock, mumbling “good boy” with a relived sigh at the hot tight wet of Shane’s pretty mouth.)
Shane’s cock pulses dizzy and thick against the sheets and he ruts desperately into them, thighs straining with it as Ilya uses his face, cock still wet with Shane’s saliva as is glides against his cheek, Ilya’s big fingers holding his jaw up, holding him close.
“Ilya. I wanna” Shane whines, turns his mouth towards Ilya cock, he wants- he needs, more. He needs Ilya to look after him- he wants to cum he doesn’t want to waste it against the sheets he wants it ask be for Ilya. Ilya’s- like he is.
Shane blinks and Ilya’s hand has caught his chin, pulled him away from his cock and shoved his thumb inside. Shane’s tongue chases desperately, starts sucking at it welcomes the warm weight.
“You can have it baby” Ilya’s voice is warm waves over Shane’s body and Shane whimpers, wants, hand reaches and finds Ilya’s, their fingers tangle together and Shane lets out a slow breath, slows the roll of his hips, blinks hard to look up at Ilya.
“Yeah? It’s your cock, you know that you just have to ask bunny, then we can get you all full like you like” Shane pulls off Ilya’s thumb with a slick sound, grips Ilya’s fingers and his voice is fucking shot, from how deep he’d taken Ilya’s cock, from exhaustion when he says.
“Ilya can I have your cock please” he presses his face to Ilya’s hip, breaths in again slow and measured.
“Where? Here again?” Ilya asks, and his fingers are pushing down to rub at Shane’s mouth and Shane shakes his head, frowning.
“No, no Ilya inside me, fuck inside please put it inside me” Shane babbles and hopes he’s asking correctly.
He can smell Ilya’s sweat, taste his cum, he ruts his hips and fuck he could maybe cum like this, Ilya’s hand now sliding through his hair, Ilya all around him.
“Come here” Ilya says and Shane is crawling up Ilya’s body, Ilya’s arms scooping Shane up onto his chest, hands on his ass.
“Hi” Shane whispers as he presses his face into Ilya’s neck and he feels Ilya’s arms squeeze, a crushing hug to his broad chest.
“Oh, Hi baby” Ilya whispered back and kisses up the side of Shane’s face, knocks their faces together and nuzzles until his mouth finds Shane’s and he licks into it, kissing him hot and messy, the noise of their mouths slick in the room.
“You still wanna?” Ilya asks as he pulls back just enough to speak, mouths still brushing. Shane nods, squeezes his thighs where they rest either side of Ilya’s body, tits his hips down to rub his cock against Ilya’s abdomen.
“Yeah” Shane exhales, arches his back, pushing his stomach against Ilya’s in a small stretch. “Missed you, wanna feel you” Shane cooes and then Ilya is kissing him senseless again, till he’s shivery and whiny and fucking wet, head of his cock soaking his boxers through.
Ilya gets Shane open on two fingers, too much lube spilled from the bottle in the dark of the room, and he’s so fucking slick with it that Ilya’s cock slips over his hole three times before he can actually catch the head on his hole and press in in in.
Shane is sat up in Ilya’s lap, arms around his neck, their chests pressed flush to each other, Shane’s forehead pressed into Ilya’s neck, his legs behind Ilya’s body like he’s sitting cross legged, Ilya’s hands on his ass, easing Shane down onto the thick hot press of him.
Shane’s head swims, falls off the cliff into the entire ocean and dissolves. Ilya gets so fucking deep like this, Shane feels so full and Ilya’s hands are all over him, down his back over his shoulders, his thighs. Shane feels like he’s melting into Ilya’s body like they couldn’t seperate if they tried to.
“S’so much” Shane exhales, wraps his arms tighter around Ilya, wriggles himself forward in, closer closer he wants to be closer.
“Perfect for my needy bunny, soo much” Ilya’s voice is soft teasing and it makes Shane’s blood rush in his ears, toes curl.
“You love it hm? How I stretch you here, how you feel so so deep” Ilya whispers it like a secret between them, safe only in the tiny space between them, where they share their breathing. Keeping it just to them even in an empty room. Shane feels like one of those fireworks that shimmer in the sky for minutes after it’s been set off, spread out and sparkling, burning all over.
“I love, love it” Shane whispers, nods, whines when Ilya kisses over his ear, pulls the lobe into his mouth with a soft suck. Ilya’s hand slides between them, finds the peak of Shane’s nipple and rubs, rubs.
“Yeah?” Ilya asked, and starts a slow rock of his hips that makes Shane’s stomach tense, cock throb, need shiver through him.
“Yeah Ilya. Love this, love you, love your cock love how you- how you” Shane cuts off in a moan, Ilya’s thumb pinching his nipple.
“Tell me” Ilya asks and Shane nods, tongue heavy as he tries to find what Ilya’s wants.
“How you- uh uh- god” he swallows. “How you fuck me” Shane rolls his hips the best he can, back and down to match Ilya, push his cock deeper.
“How you, you look after me. How it feels being full- I just wanna, wanna make you feel good like like I do” Shane gasps when Ilya grunts and starts fucking up to him in steady pushes of his hips, bulling his cock into him over and over and over.
“Ohmygodilya” Shane whines, his nails dig into Ilya’s shoulders, pull, his head drops back and he ruts his hips forward forward forward, arches his chest up into the mean perfect pinch of Ilya’s fingers on his nipple.
“You’re so good Shane, so good like this, my fucking baby, made to take me, make me feel so fucking good, nothing better than you sweetheart fuck” Ilya growls and Shane kicks a heel out, squirms, his jaw goes slack.
“Fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you baby? Don’t need my hand to cum do you, just my cock inside huh? So good it makes you cum for me” Ilya’s words wrap up Shane and he fists hand in Ilya’s curls, pulls desperately, he wants to feel Ilya in his bones, all through him, wants them to be one brilliant hot aching thing.
“It’s so pretty, so beautiful how much you love it Shane fuck, love your perfect fucking hole, feel so good, so fucking wet” and Ilya’s right, he is, the extra lube making it sound extra crude, the wet sound of their bodies.
“Ilya” Shane gasps between open mouthed hiccuping moans and Shane feels a hand under his head, guiding him to Ilya, who pushes his tongue into Shane’s mouth, Shane sucking on it as Ilya pounds up into two, three, four more times and then Shane comes apart, his orgasm detonates him the wave of it, soaks him in a hot honey shivering pulsing pleasure that shoots from his cock over and over, messy between them. He’s going to die he sure of it, eyes up in the back of his head, body gripping around Ilya’s cock, universes ending behind his eyelids as he comes and comes, feels it thud in his toes, his jaw, his hips, thighs.
Shane comes back to himself and he’s on his back, Ilya’s heat an absence from his bed and Shane whimpers once low in his throat a pinch of cold in his chest, ready to bloom, and then Ilya is there, hands on his shins, voice warm and soft “none of that I am here zaychik” Shane smiles.
“Ilya” he mumbles and reaches an arm out, blinks blearily and smiles when he sees Ilya between his legs, a washer in hand.
“Yes. Is me your lover” he smirks and Shane forces a heavy leg hot to push his foot at Ilya’s shoulder. Ilya just turns his head and kisses his ankle, bites the arch of his foot.
“You cum?” Shane asks, and Ilya nods, brings two fingers from between Shane’s thighs, over his sensitive hole and holds them up, shows Shane the cum dripping down them.
“I missed it” Shane pouts, he loves feeling Ilya cum inside him, the rutting thrusts in, the way he shakes, the way he grips Shane.
“Yes, I fucked you too good, is so sad” Ilya pouts and Shane rolls his eyes, plants his foot between Ilya’s peck and nudges him back.
“Don’t cry baby, here” Ilya leans in, pushes Shane’s thigh to his chest with the movement, and pushes his fingers into Shane’s mouth. “So fucking good for me Zaychik, always, my good boy, so fucking lovely on my cock. Made me cum so fucking hard, you can feel it, hm, how deep I came inside hm?” Ilya praises as Shane sucks them clean, pushes his lips together after to hide his smile.
Ilya sees it anyway he thinks, from the way he’s looking down at him, eyes warm and cheeks flushed and his hand pats Shane’s cheek, thumbs pinches the soft skin.
Shane groans and reaches his arms up, towards Ilya. “Come sleep?” he asks. Ilya doesn’t move.
“You gotta work soon, you need to sleep Ilya” Shane mumbles, impatient and squirms to sit up, force Ilya into his arms. He’s stolen too long of Ilya’s sleep, and the worries begin to edge in.
Ilya must see it, something in his face and he tosses the washcloth to the floor, clearly happy with his cleaning job. Shane opens his mouth to bitch at Ilya for dropping it to the floor but then Ilya is up on him, cuddling into him like a fucking huge teddy bear that lifts weights five times a week. Shane grunts with the force of him, wraps his arms about Ilya, squeezes him close.
“If you say sorry for incredible fucking sex I will put cum rag on your pillow next time” Ilya mutters and nips nips at Shane’s jaw and neck, nuzzles his face down to lick over his nipple which makes Shane shiver, mind go a little blank- too blank to tell Ilya off for calling it a cum rag. He hates that phrase.
“Mm I had to tell them goodnight” Ilya smirks, kisses each nipple before be shifts to hover over top of Shane.
“Sleep” Shane reminds Ilya be Ilya nods, catches his chin between his things and leans down to kiss him soft soft and slow.
“Good?” Ilya asks and Shane nods, smiles into their next kiss and snuggles down, reaching to pull the covers up at Ilya kisses his way down to the curve of his neck.
“Love you, my beautiful boy” Ilya whispers, and Shane echos “love you love you love you” down into Ilya’s hair, wondering if it’s possible fall asleep smiling.
hiiiii bug 🩷 completely enamored with SG Ilya and nurse Shane. who do you think proposes to who?
Hiii baby gorgeous!! 😚 ohhh thank you sugar! I’m so glad those bugs have so much love from yall it warms my heart up☺️ but ok ok ok who proposes to who !!! Ugh hmmm I think I can really kinda see it from both of them right
but I think in this world I do think maybe it would be Ilya? Like Ilya kinda just. Knows.
From their first kiss on their first date, when he crowds Shane up against his car and Shane goes all soft and star eyed but then he can’t make proper eye contact with him and he flushes and he goes shy- all pretty soft and shy with Ilya, his fingers fidgeting at the buttons of Ilya’s coat but he doesn’t pull back. He doesn’t pull back when Ilya cups the back of his neck, when he says a soft “Shane” and ducks his head. He doesn’t pull away when Ilya bumps their noses together, pauses just a second before he finds his mouth, gives Shane a way out.
And then Shane makes his divine tiny little sound against Ilya’s lips when he does kiss him, a soft match of their lips and it’s hungry and desire and need, aching little whimper like he’d been waiting politely his whole life to be kissed (kissed right) and Ilya is the first person to ever realise it. In that second Ilya vows to never let Shane Hollander not know how to feel to be kissed and be kissed well, every day he can.
And Shane kisses so pretty, soft and slow and bitey and like he’s not quite sure what he can have, just ready to take and take and take and he takes Ilya tongue so nicely in his mouth. Ilya hands are shaking a little where he’s holding Shane’s face gently and he has to tuck his mouth over Shane’s pink cheeks as he pulls back, over his jaw and into his neck and he feels Shane’s hand fist in the curls at the back of his head and Ilya can kinda just see it all. All of it- them loving each other forever.
Can see Shane re stacking the dishwasher after Ilya has already done it because “you didn’t do it right Ilya” and having a favourite brand of toothpaste together and the falling in love of it all he’s suddenly so starving for.
He already knows Shane, Nurse Shane well- he’s been lucky to get so many glimpses of him over the months but suddenly Ilya wants all of it now. Wants to know Shane better than anyone. Wants to be the one to show shane the softness and care he shows everyone else. He wants to be the safe space for pretty, brilliant neurotic sharp caring smart Shane. He wants to build the universe around this supernova boy that’s quiet and kiss shy in his arms. Ilya just knows. When he finds Shane’s mouth again and his hand with his, fingers tangled that this is theirs somehow. He’s so sure of it.
And Shane wants to go slow- and Ilya respects that, he does. He doesn’t ask Shane to be his boyfriend, he waits for Shane to ask him, a month and half in- he does- not that Ilya has seen Shane as anything but his boy since that first date. But then they are offical and serious and it’s lovely how happy Shane looks when Ilya calls him his boyfriend— and the thing is though—the thing is, that Ilya buys an engagement ring a week after Shane asks him to be his boyfriend.
It’s not some planned thing, he’s walking back home on his day off after some time at the local animal shelter near his place and he passes a jewellery store and then he’s glancing at the window and then before he kinda realises even, he’s inside because there had been one ring, a plain gold band with one small inset diamond that he just. He just wanted to see. And the he does and then he’s suddenly pulled the money from his savings and it’s safe in a gorgeous heavy box in a bag with a thick luxurious ribbon and it’s just- it’s Shane’s, and whether it be in a year, or ten- it’s Shane’s and Ilya has it for him, to ask him when it’s time to.
Ilya keeps it in his safe at his place, where he keeps some of his childhood photos and few things that came with him from Russia- to precious to risk. And it stays there. And they do it all right, all at Shane’s pace of wanting slow (as much as they can, their dates keep turning into whole week things- unable or really unwilling to seperate, why don’t we just go the gym together and do our laundry together and meal prep together and its easier if you just sleep here), and they move in together after a year (they’ve been sleeping in the same bed more than not since the two month mark, but now they have a place that’s officially theirs- all theirs, their bed) and Ilya waits and loves Shane and it’s just always better, the more they have of each other.
Shane makes Ilya meals too now as part of his weekly meal prep and kisses him silly on the roof of the hospital when they can sneak away and washes Ilya’s hair after a hard shift and says “tell me about it”.
He remembers Ilya’s mums birthday and death date and he calls Ilya baby. He makes Ilya get health insurance and is every wet dream Ilya could maybe ever have.
He lets Ilya fuck him they are trying to destroy and rebuild each other- they have a chemistry that they can’t put into words, a compatibility that Ilya would call fake from the outside. Shane makes him crazy and needy and horny and feel so important, so needed, so safe.
Ilya hears Shane speaking with his mum one night, in low voices as he and David do a puzzle at the table (because he does that, puzzles with David and wine nights with Yuna and he has a family, with Shane) but he hears their soft talk and Yuna asks, well do you think soon? And Ilya acts like he can’t hear a thing but he can and he hears Shane’s soft answer of, maybe - I mean, I’d be so- wow. I- if he wanted to you know get married I’d be so happy” and then David asks about a corner piece and Ilya knows.
He should have know his unsure Shane, his worrying Shane would want to make sure Ilya felt right about it- but didn’t want to ask. So then it’s easy it’s so easy, to give shane the future he’s been holding in his pocket for them, waiting to give him- it’s so easy because it’s been theirs since he kisses him hot and nervous after a seven hour first date. It’s been theirs since he first saw shane in the hospital, tired in perfect pressed scrubs chatting to a kid with a beaming smile.
And Ilya knows Shane so he asks Shane in the right way, one morning in their bed, curled under thick covers and it’s storming outside and it’s Ilya’s favourite morning when they go for an early morning run and then shower and get back into bed.
They have three whole days off together ahead of them, plans to go to their favourite Mexican place for dinner tonight and get a little drunk together and eat so much good food, and right now Shane’s head is smushed against Ilya’s chest and he’s half dozing and his hair is damp and Ilya knows. So he leans himself over across the bed to reach into his beside table, behind an old book and under a cap of his and Shane whines at him moving and Ilya shushes him, kisses his head and settles them back into bed cosy and warm.
He leans down and kisses Shane’s head and whispers “hey sweetheart?” And Shane says “yeah?” With a little yawn and his eyes are shut and he’s pressing his cheek into Ilya’s warm chest and Ilya loves him so terribly much.
“I have an idea” he says and Shane nods, his face squishes against Ilya’s shirt with the moment.
“Whatssit?” He asks and Ilya smiles, smoothes a hand over the back of Shane’s head, Shane always ready to play along, to hear Ilya’s thoughts to go with him and he says low and a little teary- “you wanna marry me?”
And he watches Shane pause, his split second process and his eyes pop open and he looks up at Ilya and his face is glowing pink and he says “huh?” Like maybe he misheard him somehow and Ilya leans in and kisses the corner of Shane’s mouth, moves a hand to Shane’s chest and feels the rabbit rabbit of his pulse and he takes a deep breath, the smell of their bed and Shane and all the love they fill this room with.
“Do you want to be my husband? Just an idea, if you’d like that” and Shane lets out this little sound and Ilya kisses him, feeling Shane tremble in his arms. He pulls back just enough and rubs his hand over the back of Shane’s neck. He holds up the ring box between them, open and watches Shane’s eyes fill with tears as he looks at it.
“Yes. Yeah. Yes please” Shane says suddenly in a rush and Ilya blooms a loud happy laugh because of course Shane said please and then he’s kissing all over Shane’s face and the ring box is lost between their chest and Shane is kissing him back, cheeks hurting from his smile.
Their faces are wet with tears and Ilya rolls Shane over, getting him under him like Shane loves, they both love, hand hungrily taking a handful of Shane’s ass and then Shane pulls back and says “hey stop it I want my ring”
and Ilya bites Shane’s nose but finds the box where it’s fallen down to somewhere near his hip and he takes the ring out and slides it on his finger and he watches Shane watch him, watches Shane look at the ring and shake his head just once with a smile that looks like it must hurt his face.
“Ilya. It’s so beautiful. Baby” he says and then Ilya is back on Shane kissing him into the bed as the rain picks up hard around them and Ilya thinks- finally, here’s our forever that he saw so long ago. What a perfect wait it’s been.
Wait I’m back because I have work tomorrow so I have more mini Nurse Shane Security Guard Ilya thoughts.
Shane saves some of the stickers he gets from kids that he knows Ilya will like, the ones with weird little creatures or monsters or cool trucks. The whole back of Ilya’s ID badge are covered in them.
Ilya begs Shane to bring him apple juice when they are on shift together, he literally just texts him 🧃🧃🧃🧃
When they start having sleepovers Shane has to set his alarm a whole hour earlier than usual because as it turns out, it’s much harder for Shane to leave his bed on time when he has a huge sleepy Russian in it making grabby hands at his hips and ass and asking for “just a little longer pleaseee kitten”
The first time Ilya see shane in his glasses it’s when he’s sat at the nurses station charting. He’s doing evening rounds and of course he does them extra slow through Shane’s ward and he goes so red and so quiet and Shane clueless as ever asks if he’s ok ? And Ilya is just like mhm and Has To Leave right then immediately
Ilya refers to shanes pre night shift naps as a date. He makes them cosy on his or Shane’s couch, one of their beds- he gets black out blinds installed just for Shane- but Ilya makes a deal of it, pics out a movie for them to watch, or soft music, gets a weighted blanket because he’s read it helps and always has the fan on. They maybe get an hour to chat or fool around a little before Shane’s eyes are droopy and tired but it’s lovely because Ilya is always like “on for our date later” when the date is Shane mostly asleep and drooling on top of him
Bug, I’m thinking about nurse Shane and security guard Ilya again. After Ilya proposes does Shane pick out a ring for him as a surprise, or would they go ring shopping together?
Hii love buggie! I do have Thoughts™️ about this!
Shane is 100 still like star eyed dizzy happy happy happy for the first like month of being engaged that the thought of an engagement ring for Ilya doesn’t really strike him- to be totally honesty Ilya could have proposed without a ring for Shane and he would have been just as happy, because for Shane it’s about knowing it’s them forever more than a piece of jewellery. But Shane kinda doesn’t expect the way he adores his ring- in the way that it’s a visual reminder of being Ilya’s. Like everyday he sees the glint on his finger or feels the weight of it on the necklace he links it on for when he’s working- and he knows, he is Ilya’s - it’s this tiny reminder a sense of being loved, being had- that he didn’t realise would mean so much to him.
So! It’s like a month in and they’re at work and Shane is picking up a patient from ED to take to the ward because ED is overrun and didn’t have enough floor nurses to bring them across. He’s standing by the nurses station as he waits for the nurse that needs to give him handover. He hears Ilya’s name and he doesn’t turn around because well Ilya works here and maybe someone is on the phone to security because Ilya is on shift tonight too. But then he hears it again and a “no way!” From another voice so then Shane is properly ears dropping, he can’t help it. And these two voices are chattering about his Ilya- about how they heard Ilya had gotten engaged. They think it’s a total rumour, not Ilya- they’ve heard he really gets around and it makes Shane grit his teeth. And then the conversation devolves into “I heard it’s a nurse” and they are going on like it’s some insane scandal and it’s mostly funny- I mean they both aren’t super obvious about the relationship at work, Shane’s co workers know, the ward and security knows but it’s not really- they aren’t obvious about it. So whatever it’s stupid really but then one of them says “well until he’s married and there’s a ring on that finger it won’t stop me from trying” and Shane finally turns a little to see who the fuck is talking and it’s a doctor and physio he’s never seen before and like.
Ok.
Shane isn’t a jealous person- he’s not, not really. But. Ilya is his. His man, his sweet, warm, funny, gorgeous boy. Ilya is his sweetheart, his baby, the love of his life. He’s not for anyone else. And Shane isn’t insecure really because- well I mean just last week Ilya had sat and rubbed his back for an hour until he fell asleep when he’s been struggling to settle down for his pre shift nap. Shane had woken up to Ilya having cooked his favourite dinner, packed him a snack bag for work- healthy even! And had a jumper of Ilya’s (Shane’s most favourite the one he always stole) laying over the heater to warm it up for Shane so he’d be cosy on his drive on the cold winter night. Ilya was devotional in his love to Shane, he looked after him in a way that made his adoration undeniable- Shane didn’t worry about losing Ilya to someone else, but he kinda hated the idea no one could see that Ilya had been claimed. Someone had realised how good of a man he was and been lucky enough to find such a beautiful love with him.
And then Shane is fixated on it, spends so long obsessively searching for the perfect ring for his Ilya. It takes him two weeks of looking and he finally gets one custom. It’s the exact same shade of yellow gold as Ilya’s crucifix, a thinner band than the one Ilya got him. It’s plain, but shining and gorgeous, a radiant gold that will look so beautiful against the tan of Ilya’s skin.
On the side of the band, half of the word covered by Ilya’s middle finger next to it- “sweethearts” is etched in pretty cursive. Ilya had called Shane sweetheart from early on, it wasn’t all the time- a name he used constantly it was more special than that, saved for when he really meant it.
It had made Shane’s heart pulse the first time he’d ever used it, when Shane was shattered from work and it all finally slipped out of the place he kept it tucked away. He couldn’t bite it down any longer. He’d been shaking and crying in Ilya’s arms, hitching breaths and sad exhausted sounds from his throat as Ilya held him tight in the doorway of his apartment. Shane had still been in his scrubs, pressed tight to his Ilya who had answered the door in pyjama pants and a stretched out tshirt- fresh from bed, Shane had driven right from work and it had only just gone 8am. Ilya had been asleep still. Ilya had literally picked him up, shut the door with his foot and kissed at his ear said “oh sweetheart, I’ve got you” he’s said low and warm. Shane had never been anyone’s sweetheart before.
And then, the prettiest time, on their second Valentine’s Day, they’d gone to the drive in cinema- they’d been showing “Screen Sweethearts” all week. As they’d watched the princess bride curled up close in the tray of Ilya’s truck, Ilya had pointed to the huge tacky pink “screen sweethearts” sign above the movie screen. “That’s us” he’s whispered, serious and just into Shane’s ear. “Sweethearts” Ilya had said and squeezed Shane’s hand and Shane had remembered loving him so much in that moment it made him fucking dizzy. Sweethearts. They were.
And Ilya used that too, previously and jokingly and embarrassingly. When they would go out dinner and Ilya would ask for the “sweethearts table” what he’d taken to calling two person tables since he learnt about what a sweetheart table was as a friends wedding. At parties people would ask how they knew each other and Ilya would say oh we are sweethearts. It was silly and perfect and so good.
He gifts it to Ilya over dinner one night, out at a small European deli that served the only Russian food Ilya rates as worth his time in the city. They are sat next to each other, because Ilya had frowned when shane tried to sit on the other side of the booth. Shane places it down next to Ilya’s hand, and Ilya notices it after two more bites of food. Pauses and takes it with a raised brow.
“You are a little late nurse Hollander, I did this already, you remember? Or so many people propose to you a week you forget about mine?” Ilya asks and his lips are shiny from the food and he smells like beer and spices and Shane loves him so horribly.
“Open it” Shane rolls his eyes and then turns to make himself busy with his Pelmeni, licking the sour cream away that smudges on his lips.
Ilya pokes his cheek but then uses a napkin to wipe his hands and takes the box up into his palms, leans back into the booth.
“Mm you use this as distraction so you can eat all the Pelmeni. Little devil” he pouts his mouth and kisses his teeth Shane.
Shane just shrugs because hm always maybe that, they are his favourite. Shane is shy, nervous and so he looks at the steam rising off the Russian dumplings as he listens to Ilya open the box. Then he turns to Ilya and fidgets his fingers together as he speaks to the man’s chest. “Um. I just. Well I know we were thinking at least next year before we got married and I just. Wanted you to, well you’re mine too you know? And yeah.” And then Shane shrugs. “I know only one person usually had the ring or whatever but. I just, wanted you to feel it too, see it too, how much I love you- every day. That’s it’s gonna be us, always”
Shane presses his lips together hard and casts his eyes up to Ilya’s face, realising he’s not said a word yet. Ilya’s eyes and cheeks are wet, and he is tracing his finger over the band in the box, over and over and over.
“It’s ok?” Shane asks after a moment, turns to face Ilya completely, heart pounding with anticipation.
“Shane” Ilya breaths, and then he’s scrubbing hand over his face quickly. Ilya hates tears. Then Ilya is shoving the box back into Shane’s hands and before Shane has even a millisecond to worry, Ilya is wobbly piled saying “put it on for me?” And Shane is nodding quickly, taking the ring out and collecting Ilya’s hand into his. He pushes the ring onto Ilya’s finger with shaky hands and it’s a tiny glimpse forward to their I do’s but with soft foreign music and the chatter of strangers and the calls of thick accented Russian from the kitchen and a tiny stain of sour cream on the neck of Ilya’s shirt.
Ilya hands slide up Shane’s arms, past his elbows and then he’s all but pulling Ilya into his lap. He’s mumbling fast Russian that Shane can’t catch and then he’s kissing all over Shane’s face.
“It’s perfect, so perfect. You didn’t have to, but I. It’s perfect” Ilya says between pecks and Shane is pushing at Ilya’s chest.
“Stop stop we’re gonna get told off again” he’s laughing softly because they have been told off before, by the older lady who ran the kitchen like the military when Ilya and Shane got a little too handsy when they came here after the bar one night. She had told them hands above the table when they ate in her home ilya had translated to Shane and Shane had worried, if not for the little wink she had cast them.
“Nadezhda loves me” Ilya grumbles and Shane is half in his laps and both a little breathless and Ilya is then shoving his face into Shane’s neck.
“Plus, how can I hold back when you are so romantic to me. My sweetheart” Shane can feels Ilya’s smile against his throat and then his soft curls as Ilya tits his head down and Shane watches Ilya look down at the ring, his other hand dragging the pad of his pointer finger over and over and over the engraving in the gold.
“Sweethearts” Shane corrects Ilya, uses a hand to brush his curls back gently and kiss behind his ear, once, twice.
Ilya nods, and their fingers tangle and Shane feels the cool of the new ring against his own skin.
They don’t last much longer in the restaurant, Ilya does start getting a little too handsy and he takes shane home to show him just how much he adores him and his new ring. Shane feels insane maybe, watching Ilya’s hand on his body, the strip of gold that makes him Shane’s, and the glint on Shane’s on ring finger. Them. Them. Them.
Ilya wears it at work. Always, right there on his finger. It only ever goes on his necklace when he works out. The rumours that the hot hospital security guard is married ! Get back around to Shane, and yeah, he doesn’t mind those at all.
