buttons - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 230 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
“Oh my god, oh my god!” Ilya yelled, words slurring and blending together as he shot up off his seat at the bar. “Marly! Marly, do you hear this?”
Cliff Marleau, who had been talking animatedly with Shane about the game the Bears had just played against the Centaurs, turned to Ilya, his face lighting up. “ROZ! It’s our song, man!”
Screaming together, they dragged each other onto the nearby dancefloor, turning their hats backward and raising their beers as they began to bellow the lyrics in each others’ faces. Shane gaped, his lips curling up a little at the edges, as he watched his husband morph into what could only be his club persona from five years ago.
“‘Buttons’ by the Pussycat Dolls?” Harris muttered next to him, watching in amusement as well. “I feel like we shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Probably not.” But Shane was starting to get distracted as he watched Ilya unashamedly grind on Marleau, beer sloshing all down his arm, his heated gaze fixed on Shane the entire time. “Jesus Christ.”
Harris snorted. “Didn’t know your type was fuckboy, Hollander.”
He grinned at that. “I knew what I married. But he’s my fuckboy.”
The next morning, he made sure to wake Ilya bright and early for their run by blasting the same song, cackling as his husband swore in Russian and threw a pillow at him.
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