The night is winding down at the Kingfisher after the Cens-Admirals game. Shane dozes on Ilya’s shoulder while the conversation bubbles around them. Scott tells a story about when he played hockey as a kid and Ilya tells him he didn’t know ice had even been invented back then since he is so old.
“Man, do you ever give it a rest? What did I ever do to you?”
Scott’s question is mostly in jest but Ilya hears something around the edges of it that he’s just tipsy enough (not drunk, Russians do not do this) on the good Russian vodka that Kyle stocks to be honest about for once.
“You cockblocked me and I’m still not over it.”
Scott pauses with his beer glass halfway to his mouth. “How the hell did I cockblock you? Are you sure it wasn’t a skill issue?”
Ilya lets that slide since he HAS been chirping Scott for hours. “Nashville, All Star Game. 2011. This one,” he drops a kiss on Shane’s hair, “came to my room but wouldn’t have sex because you told him you were in the room right next door and he was scared you’d hear.”
Scott laughs and rolls his eyes. “I probably wouldn’t have.”
“Ah, no,” Ilya corrects him. “He’s very… vocal.” They both glance down at Shane who looks like a sweet angel in his sleep, eyelashes swept over his freckles, visible even in the dim light of the bar. If Shane isn’t awake to point out that Ilya matches him in volume, well, that’s his own fault.
“And then he made me chase him for two years before he’d try again. Two years, Hunter. I’m not over it.”
“Wait, Nashville?” Scott laughs way too loud for the seriousness of the situation. “Rozanov, I wasn’t even IN that hotel room. I used to hook up with a guy there and I spent every night at his place that weekend and then went back to the hotel in the morning. Hollzy could have been as loud as he wanted.”
Ilya gapes at him, for once lost for words.
“Did they have hooks on the wall of the cave you lived in?” It’s automatic at this point. “Thank you, Hunter, this has been very educational.”
Ilya’s plans for the rest of the evening have suddenly changed. Ilya jostles Shane gently. “Shanya, kotenok. Wake up.”
Shane snuffles awake and smiles sleepy at him. “Ready to go?”
“Yes, we need to get back to our hotel room. Remember All Stars 2011? We’re going to redo it right now.”
“What are you talking about?”
Ilya stands up and throws way more money on the table than would cover their tab. “You can thank Hunter later. I’ll explain on the way back.” He drags Shane out the door before he has a chance to get caught up in goodbyes.
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