They win their first Stanley Cup as teammates and as a married couple. The Centaurs go to a club to celebrate where they occupy the VIP section, complete with its own bar. They get their first round of drinks and half of the team move to sit on the comfy couches, away from the bar where the other half are doing shots. Shane and Ilya sit with their team and the conversation flows swiftly from analysing the cup winning goal by Troy, to arguing whether the opposing goaltender played bad because he was going through a breakup and then on to vacation plans. Shane leans into Ilya, content to be wrapped in his husband's arm and just listening to others talk. But shortly after, some of the guys at the bar come and steal Shane away. Ilya cannot see what they are doing but he doesn't bother finding out.
A few minutes later, the same guys come and drag Ilya to the bar, only for him to find Shane on the counter, lying on his back. Ilya quickly catches his eye, silently asking him if he's OK with whatever is happening and is relieved to find him smiling, giving Ilya a small nod in reassurance. Ilya then turns towards the team members gathered on the other side of the counter and shouts, " You dumb fuckers better have a good reason to have my husband up on the bar like this."
Wyatt answers," We don't want to die on the night we won the cup, so of course we have a good reason." He takes a shot from the bar tender and turns towards Shane. " OK, Hollzy. Suck your stomach in as low as you can." Shane pulls his tshirt up a little and sucks in a deep breath, pulling in his belly button, to make a hollow space as much as he can with his abs in the way. Wyatt pours the shot in, careful not to spill and announces proudly," Special shot for the Stanley Cup Champion!" All the guys start chanting " Cap! Cap! Cap!" and there is nothing else for Ilya to do except to bend forward, gather all the liquid in his mouth, his tongue tickling Shane's belly button in the process and tip his head back, swallowing it whole. Everyone gathered at the bar scream in delight, chanting Ilya's name. Ilya licks his lips and admits, " OK, that was genius. Now I feel bad for calling you stupid." Wyatt looks thrilled for a second before scrunching his face in confusion, " Wait, when did you call me stupid?" Ilya waves it away, "Doesn't matter. You are genius now." Shane doesn't get up but instead grabs the still upset Wyatt and tells him to get another shot. He then turns towards Ilya and says with a twinkle in his eye that Ilya knows so well but appears rarely in public, " Don't swallow it this time." Ilya grins at what Shane is implying and before he could respond, Wyatt has returned with another shot and is now filling Shane's belly once more.
Ilya steps forward to slurp all the liquid into his mouth again and with some difficulty manages not to swallow it. Shane lifts himself up on his elbows and Ilya wraps an arm around his neck, grabbing his chin and tilting his head back. Shane opens his lips when Ilya presses his mouth against them, pushing the vodka into his husband's mouth. Shane swallows to the sound of their team members going nuts, screaming their names at the top of their lungs. Someone calls out, " Holy shit, that's hot as fuck."
The couple laugh at their reaction and Ilya manages to find a wet wipe and cleans the remaining vodka off of his stomach before helping him down from the counter. They are promptly herded towards the dance floor and too tired to do anything more, they find themselves moving slowly in rhythm to the music, arms wrapped around each other. Midway through the first song, Shane leans in and whispers in Ilya's ear, "That was fun." Ilya grins and whispers back, " Maybe I can find more stuff to eat and drink off your belly button." Shane chuckles at that and Ilya pulls him in closer and sways to the music, heart full and content, that has nothing to do with winning the cup and everything to do with the man he married.
