Let's forget reality

I love the shanebang mood you have created today...this is a very delicious fantasy for them because Ilya learns very quickly that Shane has at least a tiny bit of an exhibitionist kink

It's in the era where Shane is still asking Ilya if he can work/have a job again, partially because if he's actually working he can more easily get low stakes, high reward details back to his handlers, but mainly because he's a little bit bored. So one day when he's asking Ilya if he can help run errands or something, Ilya suddenly goes "yes, maybe. We've had a good few months, everyone is working very hard. Might be nice to give them a reward."

"Oh, do you need me to pick something up for them? Or plan something?"

"Ah, no, zaika, I am thinking you are the reward."

"I don't understand."

"If the men are very good, sell all their stock, bring me enough money, they get to have you."

And Ilya is close to Shane, playing with his hair, can feel when Shane freezes and his breathing gets harder.

"Have me?"

"Yes, I am thinking Pavel gets to fuck you, he has done very well this month. Maybe second best gets your mouth. We can do it every month, make everyone work a little harder. And you get to be useful. You know that expression, two birds? Good for everyone."

And Shane's eyes are all glassy, he's gripping tight on Ilya's arm, and Ilya kisses his temple like, "I would watch all of it, of course. Make sure you are satisfying them, giving them good reward."

Dick you can't think that

There’s a note, but it’s no help at all, really. It just says, Get these in water right away! Love, Yuna. He swallows the threatening lump in his throat and pulls down a glass vase from a shelf. He blows the dust out, then half-fills it from the kitchen sink. Then he carefully sets the branches in, and gives the arrangement place of pride on his table. The whole house starts to smell like an orchard.

Ilya takes out his phone and checks the time, and then he Facetimes Shane. He answers right away, pops up flush-faced and dripping on the treadmill, and by the time he says, “Hey baby,” Ilya’s almost lost his train of thought. “What’s up?”

“Why did Yuna send me flowers?” Ilya asks, before the train escapes altogether.

Shane frowns, thinks a second, and then lights up in a smile. “Is it the peach tree?”

“Maybe? What’s the peach tree?” Ilya replies. “Here.”

He turns Shane to face the table. “Yeah, that’s it,” Shane says, and when Ilya turns the phone back to himself, Shane’s still smiling. “I got some today, too.”

“They’re very nice,” Ilya says, “but what are they for?”

“We have this big peach tree in our backyard - my parents’ backyard. My dad planted it for my mom when they first bought the house. Every year when it blossoms, she cuts a bunch and puts them all over the house. That’s always been the smell of Spring to me.”

Ilya looks over the branches again, and inhales another lungful. A memory shakes loose then, of big purple clouds of fragrant lilacs, filling his childhood home in the weeks before his birthday. He swallows back the lump again. “So they’re just to smell?”

Shane shrugs. “She sends them every year, if I’m home when they bloom. Says she doesn’t want me to miss out.” He stops running and picks up a towel to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead. “Guess she didn’t want you to miss out, either,” he adds. “I’ll call her later to thank her.”

Ilya shakes his head. “I will thank her myself,” he says, softly, and feels suddenly like he needs to sit down. Maybe he really is intoxicated by the scent of Spring. His head spins with thoughts of sunshine, of belonging, of home. Maybe the scent of peach blossoms is really the scent of love.

A few months later, when the peaches are ripe, Yuna drops a basket off at the cottage. Soon there will be peach pies, peach ice cream, jars of peach preserves for the winter. But Ilya likes them best just like this. Likes watching Shane take big, messy bites. Likes to hear him slurp and swallow. Likes seeing streams of juice fall from his lips to slide down his chin, and likes licking them off for him. Drunk from the chalice of Shane’s lips, the fruit tastes like honeyed sunlight, like sweet wine. Like the perfume of the blossoms that birthed it.

Specifically I'm imagining Ilya having a bath drawn for Shane, it's got oils and salts and petals and everything, and having him lie down and Ilya washing his hair/massaging his scalp. Either Ilya is also in the tub behind Shane and holding Shane to his chest and between his legs or he's sitting on a stool behind the tub and looming behind him. At one point he uses the hand on Shane's scalp to grab his hair and slowly tilt his head back, the other hand resting on his throat, not squeezing but holding, covering, as he looks down into Shane's eyes and says "you are safe here, lyubimyy. I will never let you leave my side again."

After Shane has cried a bit in the tub and they've gotten out and dried off with the softest towels money can buy, Ilya is giving Shane a shoulder rub and ordering caviar up to their room

ILYA ROZANOV APPRECIATION WEEK - Day six: song that reminds you of Ilya

How did I end up this way? A constant knot in my gut, tied with uncertainty and with lust. A classic case, I suppose, a haunted man who can't outrun his ghosts. They're in my skin and my bones. So stay the night, I promise that I won't bite. Because without you there, I don't think I can close my eyes...

Jason and Gloria. I really need more of her haunting his narrative

"do you want to say anything else to them?"

"..........no."

shane is horrifically embarrassed by this and can not meet vaughns eyes or even his body, he refuses to look at him period.

ilya laughed for damn near 5 minutes and was doubled over coughing at one point fully crying, he is delighted by this and once hes through his warmups that shane wont let him skip he skates to center ice and does the exact same thing, kicking his feet in the air, blowing kisses, little finger waves, winking at vaughn. they dont say a word the whole time they just do these actions like flirting cartoon characters stuck on loop.

the centaurs are also delighted by this, despite the knowledge that vaughn is at the top of the couples “would” list this is the incident that earns vaughnny the nickname “boyfriend” among the team. they’re playing new york? will you guys be seeing your boyfriend? new york lost the game last night? hows your boyfriend taking it? someones family member is taking a trip to new york city? hey can you guys text your boyfriend and ask for recommendations for places to eat?

the admirals give vaughn as many opportunities to drag this bit up as possible because they find it hilarious, with the exception of scott who regards this whole thing like a curse cast upon him that will last long after his death. media days are the worst for scott especially because ever since the media learn about this stupid joke they’ll get questions about it. scott any comments on the rumors that your alternative captain carter vaughn is getting between the marriage of shane hollander and ilya rozanov? he is not, vaughn does not like men. scott is there any expected tension between the admirals and the centaurs at your game next week because of carter vaughns public flirting with the couple? should the media be expecting a fight between your alternate captain and the hockey husbands? i personally dont think you should be expecting a fight if he’s flirting with both of them, but this might become a thing for hollander and rozanov and i think vaughn wouldnt mind egging it on. scott do you think your co captain has a chance of entering a relationship with shane hollander and ilya rozanov and if so how would this effect the team dynamics within the admirals? i dont think vaughnny could handle all that even if he did like men.

Robins, Bargirls, Superboys

Confused, Shane immediately calls him.

"Is this some new and unique way to psych me out before the final, Rozanov? I didn't know you had money on Detroit."

"No, I am sending for a good reason," Ilya laughs. "I know it sucks for us that when you win all your team will be kissing their girlfriends and Pike will be making out all gross with Jackie, and we will not be able to. So, I wanted to show you exactly where I first kissed the cup. It was on the top, right over where it says Ottawa 1905, left of where it says 'Challenge Cup'. I remember because I did this on purpose. We weren't anything then, but I was thinking of you. I couldn't help thinking of you. So if you kiss the same place, it will be a little like we are sharing a kiss. And only we will know about it."

And Shane feels the air clean knocked out of his lungs and the back of his throat get tight, as he barely gets out, "Baby, that's... Thank you. I don't know what to say. I love you so fucking much. I'll make sure you see our kiss, okay?"

"I will be watching. I love you, My Shane. Go show the world why Shane Fucking Hollander is the goat, okay?"

On the night Shane wins his third Stanley Cup, he kisses their spot on the cup, thinking only of Ilya, and longs for a day where he can pull him onto the ice like Scott did with Kip.