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It’d taken Ilya a while to forgive JJ. To even consider giving him another chance. He didn’t mind so much that JJ was a jerk to him, but the way he’d acted towards Shane? Yeah, that had been a lot to swallow. However, Shane had asked him emphatically to try his best, so Ilya was here, trying his…well, trying a little.
The thing was, it wasn’t that bad, having lunch with Hayden, JJ, and their significant others. Not because JJ was particularly exciting, but because sometimes, Shane spoke French. And yeah, Ilya had heard it referred to as the language of love before, but fuck, hearing it come from Shane Hollander’s mouth? Delicious.
That, plus the fact that Jackie Pike was there and Ilya loved her, was enough to make it so he thought he could endure quite a long lunch with these Montrea fuckers. Until Shane, mid-conversation with JJ and his girlfriend, turned to Ilya.
“Ilya, mon ange, est-ce que tu–Shit, I mean,” he chuckled, blushing a bit and laughing at himself. “Ilya, do you…”
But Ilya was too busy losing his damn mind. Because he was pretty sure Shane had just called him a pet name. In French.
“Bathroom,” he stuttered, standing and nearly running for the restroom, trying to make his very empty mind work, all of his blood due south at the moment.
Shane followed shortly after him. “Ilya, what’s–”
“We have to go home,” he said hoarsely, leaning on the sink and trying to remember how to breathe. It was difficult.
“What–why?”
“You say nice things in French. I–”
Shane broke into a grin. “Wait. You–my French turns you on?”
“Solnyshko, please,” Ilya whined, about to lose his mind. “Was so hot, I am dying.”
But Shane just laughed in a way that, in Ilya’s opinion, was truly maniacal. “Now you know how I feel when you speak Russian at my parents,” he retorted, spinning around and exiting, leaving Ilya to groan in despair.













