A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it.

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

Day 2 (swap for i touch myself - Divinyls “I don’t want anybody else)

“Don’t do it,” Natasha warned when she turned to see who Clint was staring at.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t go after Barnes. You’re just going to get yourself hurt.”

“Bucky wouldn’t hurt me.”

“You hurt you,” she reminded him. “I’m not saying he’s gonna do anything on purpose, but Clint. You know better.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“Isn’t he still mad at you after that stunt you pulled last week?”

“Probably. I’m gonna go offer him a drink.”

“Promise me this isn’t going to end in tears and heartbreak.”

“You worry too much.” 

He had stopped by the bar before crossing the room to Bucky. Steve caught his eyes as he was approaching and gave him a nod before slapping Bucky on the back and walking off. Clint wanted to lick the confused furrow between his brows; Christ he was down bad.

“What do you want?” Bucky demanded as Clint held out a bottle to him.

“Thought I’d bring you a drink.”

“Don’t you have someone else to hassle?”

“You’re my favorite person to hassle.”

“Lucky me.”

“Aw, don’t be like that baby.”

“Not your baby, Barton,” he said, sounding tired, but finally took the beer.

“You still mad about last week?” The look he got was response enough. “I said I was sorry.”

“Go tell it to one of those dames from Friday.”

“Didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

“I’m not, I’m. I don’t have any claim on you, and I know I’m not anyone’s first choice, but you don’t have to rub it in.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Go find someone else to hassle.”

“I don’t want anybody else.” Bucky gave him another flat look. “I’m serious. Look, I was only showing off on the dance floor ‘cause I was hoping you were watching, not ‘cause I wanted any of them to go home with me.”

“And you want me to go home with you?”

shane is a more classic type. he wants to know he’s good, that he did it right, that he followed the rules and achieved the goal. that he’s the best, at whatever task you set in front of him. sucking cock, scoring goals, gagging, skating fast, taking what ilya gives him, weeding the garden. shane just wants to be given the rules and guidelines for everything so he can be absolutely certain he’s making the people around him ilya happy. and he wants to hear it. he wants ilya’s words, verbal confirmation of “yes baby exactly like that you’re made for me thank you for doing that for me god i’m fucking a king so so good baby”

ilya is a little more nuanced. outright praise he often brushes off because deep down, the little kid inside of him doesn’t think he deserves it. his mother left, his brother hated him, his father was constantly disappointed. nothing ilya did could or would ever be enough. but with shane, he is. fast enough, strong enough, good enough, loving enough, big enough, fucking him hard enough. and shane tells him in ways that he can digest, ways that settle deep in his bones and chase away the ghost of the words of his family. relying on ilya without ever second guessing that he’ll be there. trusting him with every facet of his life, professional and personal. deferring to ilya in front of an audience, highlighting his achievements like they’re both nothing to someone as good as ilya, and impossible to achieve for anyone else. choosing him, over and over and over and over.

and shane knows that, to and with ilya, he is good.

They are also, crucially, having the filthiest and nastiest sex that two guys in their twenties with an extremely willing monogamous partner can think up. Things are WILD. They are Yes And'ing each other in ways that they are legit going to have to process by sitting quietly alone in a room for an entire day at some point in the future.

They're going at it raw, of course. Ilya is spitting in his mouth and making Shane thank him for the privilege, then calling him a slut when he does. Shane is letting Ilya chase him through the woods. He's wrapping Ilya's fingers around his neck and begging while Ilya tightens his grip. Ilya decides at one point that if Shane can't come on his cock alone then he doesn't get to come. Shane doesn't receive oral a single time at the Cottage without having to swallow his own cum. Ilya walks around with a piece of gauze on his forearm because Shane bit him and drew blood. Ilya fucks Shane with his nose way up inside Shane's armpit the entire time, huffing and licking. Ilya comes on Shane's face in the shower and Shane is so far down and loves the feeling of being marked so much that he asks Ilya to piss on him. Shane is never more than two minutes away from having Ilya's tongue or dick in one of his holes, no warning given aside from a command to spread his legs or get on his knees.

Shane and Ilya are obviously hunkering down at the cottage together. There's no hockey, but they don't know for how long, so they're still training all the time. They're doing interviews and having to make it look like they're in completely different places. Ilya has to keep being reminded that he's supposed to still be back in Ottawa.

Ilya's teammates keep asking if they can be in a lockdown bubble together and he's gotta be like "No, can't do that. I'm not taking any chances." But now they're worried because he hasn't seen or been around another human being in months and they've noticed that even before lockdown he made more jokes about killing himself than the average person, so they're stressed to their eyeballs about his mental health.

Meanwhile Ilya's living the kind of domestic fantasy with his man that he didn't think they were going to get until retirement. For the first time ever most days he can truly pretend that he and Shane are the only people in the world. Sometimes David and Yuna come over for dinner because they are also isolating at their cottage. But most of the time it's just endless hours of just the two of them and neither of them could be happier. Their biggest decision every day is when and where to fuck. Some people are getting into sourdough – Shane and Ilya have committed to learning one new sexual position every day.

#they’re one of those couples that would have come out of lockdown stronger than ever while everyone else was getting divorced

Because this is so real. Just thinking about the timeline, this would be the longest amount of time they've ever spent together. They're learning all these things about each other that they've never had time to learn before, all these stories that they haven't had a chance to hear yet. They finally have time to learn the differences in how they communicate and how to navigate disagreements. They have time to start developing their own way of talking as a couple. Shane notices that the isolation is getting to Ilya, that his mental health is suffering. Ilya notices that the more uncertain things are in the world, the more strict he is with his eating plans and training, like he's trying to claw back some sense of control. They both decide together that maybe therapy is a good idea. They're talking through their fears for the future, what happens if they're outed, what it would mean for them if they had to live in secrecy forever. They're discussing whether or not they want kids, the family planning options they'd consider.

They're also just fucking so damn much. A couple of months in, they're so well versed on each other's likes, dislikes, fantasies, and kinks that they're literally convinced they're the world champions of sex. There's no way to test it, but they just know that there's no other couple in the world having sex as good as theirs.

So by the time lockdown ends, those two are rock-solid and forever. It's not a matter of if one or the other is proposing, but when and how.

Shane and Ilya are obviously hunkering down at the cottage together. There's no hockey, but they don't know for how long, so they're still training all the time. They're doing interviews and having to make it look like they're in completely different places. Ilya has to keep being reminded that he's supposed to still be back in Ottawa.

Ilya's teammates keep asking if they can be in a lockdown bubble together and he's gotta be like "No, can't do that. I'm not taking any chances." But now they're worried because he hasn't seen or been around another human being in months and they've noticed that even before lockdown he made more jokes about killing himself than the average person, so they're stressed to their eyeballs about his mental health.

Meanwhile Ilya's living the kind of domestic fantasy with his man that he didn't think they were going to get until retirement. For the first time ever most days he can truly pretend that he and Shane are the only people in the world. Sometimes David and Yuna come over for dinner because they are also isolating at their cottage. But most of the time it's just endless hours of just the two of them and neither of them could be happier. Their biggest decision every day is when and where to fuck. Some people are getting into sourdough – Shane and Ilya have committed to learning one new sexual position every day.

#okay but them coming out to Ilya's team because like his team is concerned and maybe Shane and Ilya go back to Ilya’s ottawa house to get a#grocery delivery that they can't get out at the cottage and the doorbell rings and Shane goes to get it and its bood and hayes standing 6#feet from the door with like a care package for ilya and they're like “ilya said he was isolating alone” and shane is there in boxers and a#raiders 81 sweater like “....um....”

Ilya appears behind him, also in boxers and Shane's Canada fleece, and he looks over to where Bood and Hayes' jaws are practically on the floor, and flashes them an apologetic smile. But internally he's also like fuck, fuck, fuck, Shane doesn't want to come out or be out yet fuck they've fucked it. So he starts like, "So however weird your lockdown stories are, it can't be as weird as ours."

And Shane puts a hand on his arm to stop him, and is like "You can tell them the truth about us, baby, it's okay."

And suddenly Ilya looked very blurry through Shane’s eyes. Shane swallowed down the urge to cry, and said, “Me too. Just one.” — Heated Rivalry (Chapter 26)

And suddenly Ilya looked very blurry through Shane’s eyes. Shane swallowed down the urge to cry, and said, “Me too. Just one.” — Heated Rivalry (Chapter 26)