She's the yee to my yee

This is not metaphorical. I mean actual, literal pieces of paper/plastic/metal/whatever explicitly erected to inform the public.

“How did you know this was the right trail?” I read the sign.

“Wow, how did you know what that flower is?” There’s a SIGN.

“How did you know we needed to use the side door?” THERE IS A SIGN POSTED ON THE FRONT DOOR.

Just…why are we having such different experiences of the world? People can read. I KNOW they can read. There’s nothing wrong with their vision.

Just. READ. THE. GOD. DAMN. SIGN.

This also applies to:

Syllabi

so the next time ilya is there, they're kissing and laughing softly while they grind against each other. ilya nips at shane's bottom lip and grins down at him. he gives a playful wink before reaching over to the drawer in shane's bedside table. he pulls it open, and sees an almost empty bottle of lube [shane's dildo has been seeing a lot more action after that first time] and one singular condom.

his face immediately falls; his body stills. he suddenly is feeling the urge to throw his fist through the wall, he wants to rip somebody's throat out.

because who the fuck is fucking shane when he's not around???

he saw the box that last time, an unopened value pack of 40 condoms. it made him grin like an idiot at the time, made him want to tease shane for his eagerness then kiss his lips til they were numb and cherry red.

and now it made him sick to his fucking stomach. did shane get fucked by 38 other men since the last time ilya had him? was it all with the same man? ilya didn't know which option was worse.

so, despite wanting to vomit, buy a gun, then go find all of shane's other boys, he resolves that he has to remind shane how good it can be with just him instead. that he can be all shane needs, can satisfy him better than anyone else ever could.

every time after that, ilya is frantically checking shane's drawer, then filling with dread and white hot jealousy each time he finds only a condom or two and a bottle of lube that is always within various stages of usage.

and then, like every other time before, he works to wring as many mind blowing orgasms out of shane as he possibly can and nearly drowning him with kisses and whispered praise. and then he hopes that this time will be the one where shane decides to give all the others up.

meanwhile shane is over the moon over how attentive and gentle ilya has been. he's loving all the kissing and the way he coos in russian all soft and sweet into his ear. and he's started calling him sweetheart and baby??? that was a little weird at first, but shane warmed up to it and now it makes his heart flutter.

ilya doesn't learn the truth until the cottage when shane tells him he hasn't been with anyone since their last time.

"you finally want to give up all your other boys just for me?" ilya teasingly asks.

"my other boys? what are you talking about?"

"you know, the ones you used boxes and boxes of condoms with when i wasn't around."

"oh, like you have room to talk - wait. ilya what the fuck are you talking about?? i've had the same box of condoms for two years."

ilya furrows his brow. "but... every time i was there, there was only a couple left in your drawer."

then it finally hits shane. he bursts into a fit of laughter and drops his face into the crook of ilya's neck. he presses a quick kiss there then lifts his head back up.

"you made fun of me when i pulled out that strip of them the first time we did it! so i got embarrassed and started keeping them in the bathroom and just grabbing one when i knew you were gonna come over. i just got used to keeping them there."

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until it cuts to a clip he's never seen of the metros' locker room from when they were celebrating. he watches as shaky footage pans over a group of players huddled together, all screaming and whooping as someone pops open champagne and pours it all over a laughing shane, who is situated right in the middle. he watches with intense curiosity as the shane on screen texts someone with a huge smile on his face, even with the celebration happening around him.

"who were you texting, moy lyubimyy? yuna, yes?" he couldn't imagine there being anyone else shane would be talking to during a moment like that.

shane's eyes dart to the screen as ilya rewinds a couple of seconds so that he can see it for himself. he watches as shane's eyes widen, as his cheeks immediately tint into a bright pink. he quickly looks away and back at his book.

"um..." shane starts, trailing off as he glances back at ilya with a face of pure embarrassment. "no. i uh, fuck. i was actually; well. i was texting you."

ilya's brows furrow as he thinks back to that night. he did remember sending shane a number of texts, most of which were filthy promises of how he was planning to reward him at the mlh awards that year. but he knew those came much later in the evening. until he remembered the single word text he had sent almost immediately after shane had held the cup over his head for the second time in a row. a teasing little quip.

'lucky.'

a slow smirk spreads across ilya's face. "you wanted to text me so much that you could not wait until you left the locker room? you wanted my dick this badly, hollander?"

shane shoved him, looking every bit of the angry little kitten ilya likes to teasingly call him. "fuck off! that's not... fuck. i liked you. a lot, okay? i probably already loved you. so yeah, it was really nice to hear from you during the biggest moment of my life at that point."

ilya felt like molten hot lava hearing those words. his heart was beating so fast he thought it might burst out of his chest, while all the blood in his body simultaneously surged downwards.