What are you doing dude?

Think of all the dumb flirting Shane and Ilya did when they finally got together. Like stuuuupid sappy in love hit that been swallowing down for years. Ilya walking into the kitchen after going for a run and kissing Shane’s ear and being like “I missed you so much” after being gone for less than hour. Ilya getting ready for a shower and Shane asking “without me?” Most importantly they do the whole ridiculous hand comparison thing. They are laying in bed, Shane sat over Ilya’s lap, hands playing as they chat. Shane flattens Ilya’s hand out with his own, presses their palms flat to each other, lined up and fingers fidgeting. And Ilya is like “your hands are so big” and Shane shrugs and he’s like I mean they are like yours and Ilya is like noo your fingers are thicker and longer, your palm is bigger too. And Shane is all like mmm I need them to be big my boyfriend has huge muscles he whispers and wiggles his eyebrows and it’s so stupid and corny and whatever Ilya is hard. Shane rides him with his hand gripping right to Ilya’s bicep, his other fingers pressed into Ilya’s mouth, wet with his saliva

i love Not to jump the gun here but with rozanov’s permission…? i think shane in that scene was feeling fiercely protective over another person for the first time in his life. so bowled over by the intensity of his own emotions that he stumbled back to his hotel room in a daze and immediately jerked off in the shower about it. “what if rozanov got arrested and i had to use my immense hockey wealth to bail him out of jail and it was winter in boston. so he had hypothermia. and he had to live with me while we sorted out the legal situation and i yelled at journalists for him and helped him with his paperwork and hired the best lawyer in the world and nursed him back to health and he was like “hollander……..you saved my life 🥺” and he fucked me soooo hard every night for stress relief (obviously he couldn’t fuck other people. due to the lawsuit) and we fell asleep in each other’s arms afterwards. because there’s only one bed in my apartment and he’s too tall for the couch” stuff like that. normal fantasies

stop i just imagined babyhollanov taking a nap in between shane and ilya, and ilya’s sleeping too, mouth wide open and snoring and shane’s like. watching videos on his phone w headphones in and in time ilya wakes up and shifts and says very gently, hi, my love and shane takes his headphone out and turns toward ilya, thinking he’s called him, but ilya’s looking at their baby, stroking the soft wisps of their hair, and shane can’t even speak for the feeling that rises in his throat, just leans over and gives ilya a little head scratch so that ilya’s eyes flick up to his and he smiles. shane slides his hand down to caress ilya’s face, stroke his thumb over his cheek. morning, baby, shane says, and ilya turns his face, pressing his mouth to shane’s palm, and then very carefully moves to kiss their baby’s head. and shane thinks to himself. how lucky am i. how lucky are we to have made it out. to have made it here, together.