"Who is the most important player on the ice for you?"
"Hazy."
Ilya gasps. "Not me? Your very sexy husband?"
"No." Shane rolls his eyes at him. He points at Hazy who grins at Ilya and winks.
"You said you loved me."
"'I lied." Shane laughs, moving away from Ilya as he swings at him.
"I want a divorce." Ilya cries out, as Shane skates to the other side of the ice, wrapping his arm around Hazy.
"I can marry Hazy instead then.”
"Lisa would protest," Hazy whispers to Shane, but wraps his arm around him too.
"I could marry Sveta," Ilya calls across the ice, his voice tinging on mocking. "She would do it." Shane rolls his eyes at him, the sound of his voice reminiscent of the time at the cottage he said the same thing.
"She'd murder you before she would marry you."
"Why did I marry you again?"
"The sex was good."
"Gross," Hazy pulls away from Shane. "I don't wanna think about that."
"Oh you don't want to watch then?" Ilya skated over, dragging his husband close to him.
"This borders on sexual harassment," Hazy flips him the finger and watches as the two husbands bicker at each other before one of them has enough and pulls the other in for a kiss.
Update: this can be found on Ao3 here









