So you know all those fics where Ilya and Shane meet in Vermont and have like, sleepy motel sex or whatever? That, but instead, they buy a house halfway between Montreal and Ottawa.
Ilya unlocks his phone, and navigates to the realtor app, which is already open to the page he wants. It’s a massive five bedroom home on the bank of the Ottawa River. There’s a dock and a pool and a finished basement that Ilya can already see filled with their exercise equipment. It’s the only house on the street, with farmland on either side. There’s a four car garage. Shane yawns again and looks at the picture, frowning. “Is this the place you’re looking at in Ottawa?”
"It’s not in Ottawa." Ilya says, "It’s in a town called Hawkesbury. It’s an hour away from the arena.” Shane’s forehead crinkles, obviously wondering why Ilya would want to drive an hour to every game, so he continues before he can ask. “And it’s an hour from the Bell Centre.”
“Wait. What?”
Ilya has been thinking about how to say this for a couple weeks now, ever since he first started poking around a map of the distance between Ottawa and Montreal. “I want to live with you. I want us to buy this house - or another one if you don’t like this one - and live together as much as we can with our schedules. You can keep your apartment near the arena, and I’ll buy one in Ottawa too and we can stay in those if we’re too tired to drive or have to be back later or -” he waves a hand, “whatever. If people need to come over. Those apartments can be where that happens. And our official addresses. But the rest of the time,” he reaches out and takes Shane’s hand, can’t look him in the eyes, but can run their fingers together, “I want to be with you whenever we can.” He looks up at Shane, to find him looking down at the phone, fingers scrolling through the photos and a soft look on his face. It gives him courage, so he continues. “I miss you.” Shane looks up at that, smiling, and Ilya can’t not smile back, it’s impossible. “And I know, it’ll be a lot of driving. If we only have practice it’ll be two hour round trip. And an early flight will be horrible but -” he hesitates, squeezing the hand he’s holding, and makes himself continue, “I want to live with you. I want to go to sleep in a bed that’s ours. I want your gross bird food in our fridge. I want your stupid boring car in our garage next to my cool car. I want -”
He’s cut off then as Shane surges forward and kisses him, one hand coming up to grip his hair as tightens the hold on their hands together. The kiss is hot and hard and Shane gives himself over to it completely. After a far too short amount of time, Shane pulls away, but not too far, resting their foreheads together. “That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard. Fuck I love you so much.”
