I'm also sick and laying bored in bed so who wants to talk to me about Shane and his jealousy #hisjealousy as he waits for Ilya to Come To His Cottage while still being under the assumption that Ilya is fucking other people. They haven't had sex since February and Shane isn't stupid. Maybe they do phone sex a couple of times (Ilya calls him the night Boston goes through to the second round and tells him, "All I want right now is to be inside you, fuck baby" and Shane spins it around his head for a week) but he knows the status quo. Ilya is down in Boston, doing his thing, and yes they are teetering on some precipice. Things are going to change in some meaningful way, even if it's just the inherent way that things change after two people take a two week long sexcation together. They will be closer, they'll have to talk about more than sex and hockey at SOME point. Things will change, and Shane is excited.
He's also so, so jealous of the faceless women that he knows Ilya is meeting in clubs during this playoff push. Even with those bruised ribs--it's never stopped Ilya before. Shane HIMSELF has fucked Ilya when Ilya had a kneecap the size of a softball or a shoulder that had to be popped back into the socket days earlier. He knows that even with two weeks of private Alone Together fun on the horizon, they've made no promises. And Shane doesn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. So he isn't expecting anything.
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