Retired post-hockey Ilya putting on some weight because he still has that elite athlete appetite but he can't do all the cardio anymore because his knees just aren't what they used to be. And like he still works out and lifts heavy because he just likes doing it, so he's a fucking bull and he's stronger than ever before because he's living in a constant bulk phase, he's just a brick shithouse with a soft layer of fat in all the right places.
And him and Shane go on a trip somewhere hot and sunny, and someone spots them and snaps a few pictures of them just playing around being cute on the beach, and the pictures end up in some tabloid. And Ilya sees the pictures and shows Shane and like, Ilya is always the one who keeps up on what the internet is saying about them, but since they retired he's not usually all that tuned in. But this time Shane catches him looking at those pictures like 10 times over the next few days, like it's on his phone constantly, he's scrolling through Twitter and reading all the comments, and finally Shane goes and looks for himself. And there are so many comments about Ilya's body, and obviously a lot of them are compliments because not everyone is fucking blind, but for probably the first time ever, some of them are mean.
"Man, Roz really let himself go as soon as he put the stick down, huh?"
"Married life really did a number on that guy, what's Hollander feeding him?"
"Imagine going from Russia's greatest love machine to the thing that ate Russia's greatest love machine…"
And Shane even catches Ilya kind of scrutinizing himself in the mirror a few times, fiddling with his clothes and sucking in his stomach and it makes Shane FURIOUS
Cause the thing is, Shane fucking LOVES Ilya's new body. He loves every version of Ilya's body, of course, but he's absolutely fucking feral for dad bod Ilya, in a way that he didn't even think was possible, because it shouldn't be possible to be more attracted to this man who has defined Shane's entire sexuality since he was 17, but here he is, mid-40s, rediscovering the meaning of the word slut because his bear of a husband is so sexy he's somehow triggering puberty 2.0.
Ilya is so fucking huge and masculine and strong. He could always pick Shane up, but now he can pick him up and toss him around like he weighs nothing, and Ilya could always fuck Shane against a wall, but now he can do it long enough to edge him into fucking tears and he's not even tired afterward. And his belly is soft enough for Shane to use as a pillow when they're snuggling in bed, and those thick thighs have always been Shane's favourite seat but they're soooo comfy now, just the right amount of give for Shane to settle onto and cuddle up for hours just watching tv on the couch.
And it had never in a million years occurred to Shane that Ilya could be insecure about his body, because Ilya has always known he was hot shit, and how could he not know it now, when he's aging like a fine wine? And Shane is The Best Husband because he is The Best at everything he's ever wanted to be, so he makes it his fucking mission in life to make sure Ilya knows that his body is still fucking perfect. Shane leaves hickeys and bite marks all over those beautiful thick thighs and that round, fat ass, he climbs up onto his big, perfect dick and spreads his hands out over Ilya's gorgeous stomach to brace himself while he rides him into oblivion, and he makes sure Ilya sees the way Shane is absolutely fucking devouring him with his eyes, taking in every fucking perfect inch of skin, telling him how beautiful he is, how hot, how big and strong and fucking sexy, because Ilya FUCKING Rozanov should never ever doubt that truth, and if Shane Hollander has to burn down the fucking Internet to make sure he knows it, he will figure out how to do just that.