Dwell on Dreams

asdghgfds we all love a good bi marly <3

Edit: this now has a part 2

my prompts are now closed as I am working through my backlog, but my ask box remains open for yapping, headcanons etc. :)

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"Why is Marleau calling you?" Shane squinted at Ilya's phone on the table. They were currently in a beautiful and very private hotel resort in Spain, enjoying the off-season and a gorgeous breakfast on their bungalow balcony. "It's the middle of the night in Boston."

Ilya picked up his phone, frowning at it. "Maybe he is drunk," he said dryly, and tapped the accept call button, followed by the speaker button. Marleau's voice was so loud that Shane would hear, anyway. "Hello, asshole," Ilya said.

"Heeey cocksucker," Marleau replied; Shane raised his eyebrows at Ilya, who ignored him.

"Why are you calling me while I am having a romantic and very sexy vacation with my husband?" Ilya asked. "Do you miss me so much?"

"Always, brother." Marleau laughed, but even Shane could hear that it wasn't quite natural. Ilya seemed to pick up on it, too, because he asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, uuuuh, listen..." Shane could see Marleau's big, dumb, handsome face in his mind's eye. He was probably drunk, considering the hour. Shane took a very suspenseful sip of his orange juice, waiting to hear more. "...so, uh, you know how you always talk about how sex with guys is awesome?"

Ilya's frown deepened. "Yes, I always talk about this. How sex with my handsome and perfect husband is awesome." He gave Shane a wink, and Shane rolled his eyes at him.

"Yeah, so," Marly continued, "I thought I'd give it a try."

Shane chocked on his orange juice, but tried to stay silent as to not give himself away. Ilya gave him a wide-eyed, very intrigued grin, then reached out to pat Shane's back to keep him from choking. "Wow. You fucked a guy? Which guy?"

"Friend of a friend," Marly said, "He's this like, hot asian guy- what do you call it, a twink?"

Shane felt his eyes grow even wider. Ilya had a hand over his mouth now to keep himself from either laughing or screaming.

"-total coincidence on the asian part, dude, y'know," Marleau rambled, "But somehow we started talking about how maybe I'd like to give it the good ol' college try, so he was like let's do it. He came over, and he sucked my dick which, woah dude, you're so right, guys just know what they're doing, right?"

"Yes," Ilya confirmed, voice flat from trying to keep it together.

"-so he blows me, right?" Marleau was clearly getting into the story now, sounding fond in a strangely endearing way as he talked about this hook-up, "and it was like, holy shit, dude, and he was like, it's fine, just come, so I came in his mouth, and I thought, y'know, we'd just stop but he was like, do you still want to fuck me? So we just kinda made out for a while until I was ready to go again, and I tried sucking his dick and shit, dude it's so hard!"

Shane sat there, completely frozen. He knew, obviously, that Marly and Ilya shared sex stories much more openly than Shane ever had with any of his male friends (he did share some things with Rose, but not like this). But the level of detail was astounding.

"Did you like it?" Ilya asked, "Sucking dick?"

Shane thanked every available entity that their bungalow was very, very private.

"Um, yeah, I guess? It was interesting, I didn't not like it."

"Maybe you need to try again, a few times," Ilya suggested idly.

"Yeah, dude, for sure. So, once I was ready to go again he, like, got on top- I didn't even know two guys could do it cowgirl- or I guess, cowboy- style, it's fucking awesome, you learn something new everyday! But he said, since my dick's so big he need to kind of be in control, and so he rode me."

"Wow," Ilya intercepted.

"Yeah, it was fucking awesome, dude. Like, I've done anal before with girls but it's obviously different but just seeing him get off like that from it was so fucking nice, like I get what you said about Hollander coming on your dick being so fucking awesome-"

Shane gasped, slapping Ilya's thigh, feeling himself blush violently. Ilya grabbed his wrist and held his hand there, giving him a very unconvincingly apologetic grin.

"So, yeah, it was super fucking hot." Shane could hear the self-satisfied grin in Marleau's voice.

"Are you going to fuck him again?" Ilya asked.

"Dunno, maybe," Marly replied, a little too causal. There was a two-second pause, then he added, "So, uh... how did you figure out you were bi?"

"Marly, I think you are past this now," Ilya told him dryly. "I am taking credit for this by the way."

"You can, brother!" Marleau laughed, "You got me onto something."

"Yes." Now Ilya was the one looking self-satisfied. "Next time, you must try eating his ass."

"Woah, dude. Wait, let me write this down."

"Oh my god," Shane whispered, letting his forehead fall to the edge of their breakfast table.

"Do you think I will get better at hockey now?" Marly asked, sounding entirely too serious.

"Yes, of course," Ilya answered just as seriously, "Statistically, having gay sex makes you better at hockey. Will be good for Boston, ah? Better do it some more."

"On it, Cap," Marley replied.

okay but only because you said Please (and bc i am also a slut for bi marly)

part 1

my prompts are (usually lol) currently closed (unless you ask nicely with something i cannot resist apparently) but my ask box is open for yapping and headcanons <3

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"Marly fucked that guy again," Ilya drawled, squinting at Shane from behind his sunglasses. They were still in Spain, currently lounging around by their private pool, and only a few days had passed since the previous dramatic call from Cliff Marleau detailing his first gay encounter.

"Again?!" Shane asked, shading his face so he could look at Ilya more easily. "That was quick."

"Yes, I told him to do it some more, didn't I." Ilya smirked at Shane, then down at his phone. "And Marly always likes to fuck a lot, so." He said it so dryly, and it brought more heat into Shane's cheeks than the Spanish sun ever could.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Ilya shrugged, typing away on his phone. "And girls could never resist him, so probably guys can't, either."

Shane felt the curiosity inside him grow until it was unbearable. "What is he saying?" he eventually asked, "Did he like it?"

Ilya gave him a grin. "You are nosy."

Shane shrugged. "You know that."

"I do." Ilya stretched, and Shane admired his rippling abs. "We can call him." Before Shane could protest, Ilya had already hit the call button.

Marleau answered within the first two rings with an obnoxious "Hello, fuckerrrrrrr."

"Marly, you dirty dog," Ilya replied with a huge grin. Shane could feel the IQ lower by the second. This was one part of performing masculinity that would probably never open itself up for Shane. "Listen, Shane is very curious about you having more gay sex."

"Ilya!" Shane hissed, mortified. Marleau just laughed on the other end of the line.

Ilya held out his phone. "Say Hi, Shane!"

"Hello, Marleau," Shane said awkwardly, leaning forward to talk into the microphone.

"Hollander!" Marleau sounded more delighted than anything else, "You nosy cunt!" The way he said it made it sound more like an endearment than an insult.

"Sorry," Shane said awkwardly. Ilya pulled the phone away.

"Okay, what are you waiting for, talk," he commanded, gesturing with his free hand before making a grab for his cocktail and taking a sip as if to settle in for a good story.

"Okay, so," Marleau started. Shane leaned forward just slightly. "You remember the guy from last time, right? Man, he was great, he really fucking rocked my world, ten out of ten hole game. And like, how he said I could hit him up if I wanted to do it again, right?"

"What was his name?" Shane whispered.

"Shane wants to know what his name is," Ilya said. Shane kicked at his shin, but Ilya pulled his leg away too quickly for Shane to hit him.

"Evan," Marleau said confidently, then, "Wait, no, Ethan. It was Ethan." He let out a dirty laugh, "You know I just call them all babe."

Ilya let out a disapproving noise, eyes flickering to Shane.

"Anyway, so, he said I could hit him up, right? So, you know, I was thinking about it after the first time since it was pretty awesome. But I felt like I had to do some, y'know, soul searching and all that before." Marleau said this very seriously. Shane had to bite his lip to keep himself from smiling. "So, I took one of those Am I Gay? online quizzes."

Shane lost the battle against his laughter, covering his mouth with his hands.

"Wow," Ilya said flatly, "I did not know they made quizzes for this. You should have asked me instead, I could have told you the answer."

"What did it say?" Shane asked, trying to keep his voice flat.

"It said I'm probably bisexual," Marleau replied, "I wasn't sure, y'know, since I don't know if I ever want a dick in my ass-"

"Marly, that just means you are a top." Ilya gestured towards his phone like Marleau could see him, "I don't like dick in my ass either."

"But other things sometimes," Shane whispered. Ilya blew him a kiss, waggling his eyebrows, and it was embarrassing how much it turned Shane on.

"Oh, that's cool, man!" Marleau replied, sounding somewhat relieved. "Anyway, so, it gave me more clarity. So I hit Ethan up. Told him I am bisexual and asked him to come by."

"What is it with people coming out to the person they are fucking after fucking them?" Ilya asked.

"Not everyone knows they're queer from the first day of puberty like you," Shane said, earning himself a sassy little eyeroll.

"Exactly, Hollander!" Marleau agreed, making Shane feel vindicated. "So, he comes over, we have a drink, some pizza- well, I had pizza, not him, guess he wasn't hungry-"

Shane cringed.

"Marly," Ilya said very slowly, "You offered him pizza right before he was about to bottom for you?"

"...yeah," Marleau said, clearly not getting it.

"Marly." Ilya pinched the bridge of his nose, "Where does food go after you eat it?"

"...your stomach?" Marleau asked, clearly still not getting it.

"And after that?" Ilya asked, like he was talking to one of the Pike kids.

"Your..." Marly trailed off, "...oh. I didn't consider this." He sounded like he felt bad about it now. "He did have some after."

"After is fine," Shane chimed in, "And really, depending on what the food is..."

"Yes but pizza makes you shit yourself if you are not careful, so," Ilya said dryly. "Not everyone is star bottom like you."

Shane gave Ilya a mortified look.

"Ah, fuck," Marleau sighed, dejected. "You live and you learn I guess."

"So what then?" Ilya asked curiously.

"We went to my bedroom, and we, y'know, just made out for a while and it was pretty fucking nice again," Marleau was back to his obnoxious, smug, likeable self, "He sucked my dick for a while, but I didn't come from it this time- I jerked off before he came over, so." Marly sounded very proud of himself.

Shane tried to get the mental image out of his brain.

"And I ate his ass like you told me to, Cap."

"Yes, this is good!" Ilya sounded very delighted, "Did you like it?"

"Yes, I mean, it's not that different from eating a girl's ass- other than there's no pussy above it, so of course I liked it. But he really liked it, so that was awesome."

Shane had to give it to Marleau that, from what he heard, he was a generous lover.

"Eating it helps with the stretching," Ilya said like some wise old scholar.

"Ah, yes, that makes so much sense!" Marleau exclaimed. "My dick went in pretty easily. He said we could do it missionary this time! I had no idea that worked! It was fucking great."

"It is," Ilya confirmed.

"So yeah, we did that, and it was so hot, seeing his face, being able to kiss him..." Marleau sighed happily, and Shane tried to will away a very embarrassing half-chub, "And he was making all these noises, y'know, kinda like a girl but not. And he came on my dick again which was fucking hot, too. And I felt his ass clamp down on me when it happened, which was, like, woah."

"Yes," Ilya said smugly, "Is best feeling."

"Truly, brother." Marleau sighed again. "So yeah. Another successful gay fuck."

"Are you gonna see him again?" Shane asked.

"Eh, I don't know." Marleau blew out a breath, "Maybe. But I will be at your camp in a few days, anyway, so."

"You will increase the statistics, now," Ilya said.

"For sure, brother," Marleau said in a tone that made it obvious he hadn't understood what Ilya meant by that.

"I am sure there will be plenty of gay guys for you to meet in New York, too," Shane said, trying to console Marleau.

"Fuck yeah!" Marleau chuckled, "Man, this means I could pull double!" He gasped, "Or more threesomes!"

"Welcome to the beautiful world of bisexuality," Ilya said with a huge, shit-eating smirk on his face.

"Fuck, dude. That's... I need to think about that," Marleau said very sincerely. "I gotta go."

"Okay. No more online tests though, yes?" Ilya said.

"For sure, Cap." The line went dead.

"Wow," Shane said; it came out breathier than intended.

Ilya's eyebrows slowly rose over the top rim of his sunglasses. Behind the shades, Shane could see Ilya's eyes dart down towards his crotch, where Shane was still covering the fact that he was half hard with his hands.

"What?" Shane asked, blushing violently.

P.S David asked me to tell you that he is very excited about the puzzle he picked out to do with you."

All the pics are of ilya being soft 🤧

Him at the dinner table stuffing his face with chicken parm with a mountain of cheese, the marinara sauce tinge the corners of his mouth

Him and Yuna on the couch, his head on her lap, her fingers lost in his curls

Him in the backyard of his house, sat on the ground while Anya licks his face

Him and shane passed out on different parts couch on their tummies, with their fingers tangled together

Him with the pikelings treating him like jungle gym. The twins hang from his biceps while Arthur is licking an ice lolly sat on his shoulders totally zoned out and little Amber has wrapped her teeny tiny hands around one of his knees. To be noted, he is wearing one of his expensive ass ray bans and his nails are painted in the bi flag and he's wearing those necklaces from the DIY jewellery making kits for kids.

Him solving a puzzle with David at the dinner table with a blanket around his shoulders

Him posing with 2 hotdogs as if they are guns, face scrunched in mock strain

A family photo of four of them in a restaurant all happy smiles, a bit shaky due the staff being nervous

Him sticking his tongue out at shane with the TV remote in one hand keeping it out of reach while the other arm tries to push shane away

The hudcon lick™️ on the ice but hollanov in their Ottawa jerseys

Him and shane at the dock with Shane's arm around his waist and his wrapped around Shane's shoulders at they watch the sun rise at the cottage

A picture of them at their wedding, shane throwing his head back laughing, his hand on his stomach with the wedding band glinting as ilya tries to hide his smirk into his champagne glass

When ilya finds out, he blushes deep red and tries to hold back tears.

Everything! Everything that you wanted, I have done! You asked that the child be taken - I took him. You cowered before me - I was frightening. I have reordered time, I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me. Isn't that generous?

I didn't think a guy like me could have a kid. Yeah, me neither! Josh…

STAR TREK: THE ORIGINAL SERIES (1966–1969)

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES | THE CASE OF THE VERY LONG STAIRWAY

And you can tell that Edwin understands exactly what Charles is saying. That the bitter aftertaste of his (romantic) love being unrequited is quickly washed away by the reassurance that he will never lose Charles. That he is allowed to love him and there's a chance it won't be one-sided forever.

You do not understand

Most modern Ag operations don’t even have a proper A-Horizon. They’re too busy turning the earth every time they replant. The A-horizon is the Black Gold that makes Soil Soil. It’s a structurally complex soil horizon that must be built in place by the interactions of Plants and Fungi and Insects. It is The Thing that soaks up rain and holds onto it for plants. The A-Horizon is The Thing that builds up when you let a field sit fallow. The act of tilling creates fecundity by breaking up the A-horizon. On a really good Organic no-till farm you might find an A-horizon between 3-6 inches.

His A-horizon was 4 feet deep. 50 inches.

I-

I have no context. His farm was covered in a living skin thick enough for a child to stand in.

Gives me hope for what we could accomplish if we got our collective heads on straight, you know? Like. This was one guy. A brilliant man, who knew what he was up to, but. The thing about brilliant ideas is they can be shared.

Humus, or Humic Compounds, are a cryptic and poorly understood set of organic substances. As the final metabolic result of once-living things being digested first by macroscopic organisms, and then by microorganisms, they resist most forms of analysis, and have cryptic structures. A few that we have managed to isolate and study are the Humic & Fulvic Acids.

Humus has a number of remarkable tendencies. It is capable of retaining water far better than any raw mineral clay; it also retains electrically charged clay granules, which themselves retain mineral ions, all of which is essential to make a soil a high-quality resource for Plants to grow in.

A composter is a box that contains an environment that is conducive to the production of Humus, but the best way to produce it is in-place, by laying layers of organic material down over an unbroken earth and growing things out of that. The interaction of the plants rooting, the fungus weaving itself through everything, the bacteria and archaea metabolizing as they do, and inorganic weathering forces all combine to gradually build up the microscopic equivalent of a complex megastructure capable of retaining far more water, and containing far more nutrients, than any inorganic substrate.

This stuff is black gold. This is the stuff that determines whether or not a plot of land is going to be “productive.” The knowledge of how to make it, how to care for it, is an essential piece of wisdom that our civilization needs to remember.

Fortunately, folks seem to have the right response:

Farmers are more important to the continuity of civilization than administrators, no matter what the elitists say. This knowledge is important.