relax - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 410 - ao3 request - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
"Fuck, Rozanov, did you send me a box of rocks?" Shane complained, holding his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he carried a package into his Montreal home.
"Yes," Ilya deadpanned from the other end of the line, so flatly that Shane could nearly hear him rolling his eyes. "Rocks from Boston beaches. A gift from me to you, Hollander."
Shane snorted. "Your beaches are rocky as shit. But what is it, really?"
"Yes, you need me to tell you, because you cannot...I don't know...open box and find out?"
Grumbling, Shane wrenched the tape off and opened the box, revealing what looked like some sort of bedding. "A...blanket?"
He let out a little grunt as he did so, taken off-guard by the weight. It wasn't heavy, especially for someone who regularly spent hours lifting weights in a state-of-the-art gym, but it was certainly not light and airy like a normal blanket, and Shane frowned as he flexed his arm, testing it. "It's...heavy."
"Yes. Twenty pounds. Internet said to do a little over ten percent of your weight," Ilya explained patiently, as if waiting for Shane's approval.
But Shane still wasn't sure what was happening. "Um..." he lifted the blanket completely out of the box, "what's it for, though? Besides, like, warming?"
Ilya chuckled. "Go sit on your couch and put it on your lap or around shoulders."
Feeling a bit silly, Shane obeyed again, gathering the slightly-stubborn blanket in his arms and plopping on the couch, spreading it on his lap.
Instantly, tension he hadn't realized was in his neck, his back, his shoulders, released. He let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed, body sinking into the cushions, eyelids fluttering a little. The stubborn ache that seemed to never fully leave the spot behind his eyes after a long day disappeared.Ā
"Fuck," he murmured, groaning. "That's..."
Quickly, he put his phone on speaker and cocooned himself in the blanket, smiling.
"Is good?" Ilya's voice asked, a smile in his tone.
"Good. Teammate's son sometimes gets upset like you. When there is loud noise or bright lights. He said that this helps, so I sent it to you. I will get one for my house, too, and send one to cottage," the other man explained softly.
"I want to. You sound sleepy now, sweetheart. Go rest. Call me later."