Accol's Fics

“I looked it up, you know,” Shane offers one morning as they sit in the kitchen of the cottage, both sipping on stemming mugs of coffee and gazing out the windows to the stunning view beyond. “In Russian.”

Ilya’s suddenly transported back to a different conversation–this one in Florida, about the word ‘compatible.’ “Looked what up?” he asks, feeling suddenly tense. He’s said a lot in Russian over the years that he probably shouldn’t have–emotions he’d tried desperately to quell and secrets he’d really wanted to hide. Yes, they’ve agreed to be honest now but that doesn’t mean he has to approach Shane with his beating heart on a silver platter.

But Shane just glances over to him for a half a second, his watery, dark, knowing eyes looking directly through Ilya like a goddamn x-ray. “Solnyshko.” 

Ilya’s heart flips. It’s a pet name he’s slipped into during the past few days, quite without his own consent. It’s just…Shane is his sunshine. The world is so much fucking brighter whenever he’s around, and there are no words to describe how good it feels to be able to look at him and smile without feeling like he’ll be eternally damned for it.

Still…

“Means ‘asshole,’” he grunts almost shyly, eyes on the lake outside, where he can see a loon floating menacingly. 

Shane’s chuckle makes something terrifyingly warm go molten in Ilya’s chest. “Yeah? That’s not what Google said.”

“Google is liar.”

“Google said my boyfriend’s secretly a romantic, I think,” Shane pushes, and Ilya can feel him staring.

So, brave as he can be, he makes eye contact. “Maybe,” he hedges, but he can’t stop his lips from curling upward at the edges.

Shane looks ridiculously pleased. “Good,” he murmurs, sipping his drink again.

Because one thing that sticks in my head is that Shane was sitting in that shop alone before Carter and Scott show up. He doesn't have anyone from the Canadian team with him. Which implies that he either didn't ask anyone else from his team to come and watch Joe skate, or none of them wanted to come.

It might not mean anything, of course. I have no idea how many people on the Olympic team are Metros. It could just be Shane. (Wikipedia tells me that there were two Habs on the real 2014 Olympic team. The Chicago Blackhawks is the team with the most members on the Canadian team with three.) But it is an interesting note that IF another member of the Metros was playing at the Olympics, he still didn't come along to support Shane's friend.

We don't know whether Shane would have invited this guy or not, but I think either option has interesting implications.

If Shane didn't invite that guy (or any of the other teammates for that matter), when he was pretty quick to invite Scott and Carter, then that might imply a level of subconscious recognition/fear/distrust over that guy's possible reaction.

If Shane DID invite the guy (or the others) and they chose not to come, then that reinforces the idea that the team might not be all that supportive or accepting when one of their own comes out or is outed.

But for whatever reason, I feel like being more overt about actor appreciation today. So here it is: I don't think I've ever seen an actor with such a compelling level of physicality as Hudson Williams in Heated Rivalry.

There's just something so hypnotic about the way he moves sometimes.

Like when they have their encounter after the All-Stars game. When he's all "Scott Hunter is right next door" - the way he glides across the room to throw himself into Ilya's arms. It's like the opening to a dance. He FLOWS, like water. Like there's a current that just pushes him into Ilya's arms, like Ilya's a rock in a river to splash against.

Or that crawl/slither thing in Vegas. When Ilya finally breaks and stands up, and Shane just...I don't know if you could even say he dives for it. It's animalistic in a way that no animal alive could match. It made me want to see him in some horror movie as an alien or a victim of possession where his body becomes something else entirely, because I want to see what he does with that in another context.

And I mentioned in my last post, that coiling crouch he does when breaking down in the cottage, where every bit of stress and panic and despair is visible down the curve of his spine.

I don't know if that guy dances, but if he doesn't, he should. No one moves like that.

After The Kiss, the first thing they do together is go to see Sunday in the Park with George on Broadway.

Scott is very confused by this turn of events, but Kip is on cloud fucking nine.

One week later, Kip is just casually browsing the interwebzzz (as one would) when he discovers the following in Scott’s Google search history: “how expensive is an original Georges Seurat painting” “Georges Seurat paintings for sale” “is buying a multi-million dollar painting for your boyfriend too much?”

Shane wasn’t feeling any pain now, and he wasn’t scared.

He started to push back against Rozanov when he thrust into him, which Rozanov seemed to take as an invitation to go harder.

His thrusts became faster, causing the bed to shake and Shane’s arms to tremble as he struggled to hold himself up.

It was more than Shane had thought he’d be able to take, but he wanted it. He loved it.

Shane and Ilya's first kiss 🔥🔥🔥

so the pt gives him some specific stretches to do (some of which will also improve his already impressive back arch) but also recommends he take up yoga, and shane rolls his eyes about it later in his car (because doing it in front of the pt would be rude) but then he figures “what the hell, can’t hurt to try” and finds that he actually really likes it. it makes his brain calm down a bit, it’s not totally quiet up there but it feels more like a manageable trickle of thoughts instead of the uncontrollable tsunami that his brain usually feels like. it’s nice, he can focus on the stretch of his muscles and the way that the constant vice-like pressure in his chest loosens a bit. plus, if it will make his hookups with ilya even better, it’s gotta be worth it.

6pm listening along Patreon! 🔔🔔🔔