Just Another Cottager

Getting the sex talk from your director except not only is it the sex talk, it's the "you didn't ask but this is how it feels in detail" talk 🥲

But as a fic premise? Where the power dynamics are pretend and don't impact someone's actual livelihood? Where the boss in question has some insane charisma and radiates competence? And the employees are one freak-for-freak kind of guy and one of the most free-spirited people alive?

which means maybe the centaurs have picked up on the fact that hey, sometimes when shane wants ilya to stop doing something, he taps his arm twice. or if ilya wants shane to move one way, he taps him three times. or if he just wants his attention, its a squeeze. which is all relatively normal, and they probably think its cute that they have an unspoken language for communicating with one another.

Shane is mortified, horrified, scandalized, which for Ilya only makes a hot thing hotter. Voyeurism/team bicycle/locker room gang bang implications and now Shane is adding in his own humiliation kink?

"They know what a good boy you are," Ilya taunts, the next time they fuck. "They see how good you are for me and they want it for themselves. The want to push you around, just like I do."

Shane's stomach twists at the fucked-up pleasure that races through him.

can you imagine the argument this would cause with Hollanov

Shane: you did not see Bigfoot

Ilya: yes I fucking did

Shane: no you didn’t.

Ilya: i know what i saw

Shane: ok so what did it look like

HAPPY PRIDE ❤️🤍🏳️‍🌈

• holding ilya’s hand while they cross a busy street full of hazards (potholes, roadworks, etc)

• rescuing ilya from kidnappers (he kicks down the door)

• rescuing ilya from a burning building (bridal carry)

• fighting in a gladiatorial ice hockey arena for ilya’s hand in marriage

• massaging ilya’s bad knee and ilya says with wonderment “wowww wow. shane you’re so good at this… you are better than every physical therapist on earth probably”

• saying “he asked for no pickles” to the mcdonalds cashier

• carrying ilya’s bags

• washing ilya’s hair

• applying o’keefes working hands cream to ilya’s calluses

When I was repressed teenager growing up in purity culture, all of my desires were funneled through the justification and absolution of fuck or die scenarios.

Then Marley gets super drunk a couple of months later and guiltily tells Ilya they need to stop having threesomes because he thinks he might be kinda gay and he's not trying to make Ilya uncomfortable. Ilya is thrilled but also kinda put out because it sounds like he wasn't Marley's closet key??

And Marley tells him yes, obviously Ilya is a magnificent looking son of a bitch, but his type in men turns out to be guys who let him push them around a bit. And Ilya's like ohohoh Marley you dog who did you fuck? And Marley (again, drunk off his ass) tells Ilya he's not gonna tell him because he doesn't think Hollander's even out.

Ilya's amusement instantly vanishes because what the hell why would Hollander not tell him about this? Did it happen more than once?? He tries to interrogate Marley but all his drunk ass wants to talk about is how hot Hollzy looked riding him, which is undoubtedly true but not information Ilya cares to know about second hand.

Ilya confronts Shane about this the next time they meet/hook up and Shane very awkwardly goes, "Oh. He told you about that?"

"Yes. He did."

"Sorry," Shane says, then catches himself. "Wait, no I'm not. I didn't know Marleau was out to you, that wasn't my secret to tell. And why do you care anyway, you're also fucking other people?"

"I don't care," Ilya lies, badly. "How did he fuck you?"

He's backing Shane into the kitchen counter and Shane lets him, even though he's pretty annoyed with this line of questioning. "Again, why do you care?"

Ilya's hands encircle Shane's waist, tugging up his shirt to touch bare skin. "He says you rode him."

"Sounds like you already got the play by play," Shane says, even more irritated. Hasn't Marleau ever heard of fucking discretion? Something horrifying occurs to him. "He hasn't been telling other people about it, has he?"

"Just me," Ilya reassures him. He kisses Shane's neck, which annoyingly does a lot to divert his attention to his dick. "He was too drunk to give details, though. You will have to tell me."

"I'm not telling you -" Shane gasps when Ilya bites his neck softly. "Fuck. Not telling you shit."

"Tell me, and I will fuck you exactly like he did."