@hollanovmicrofic July Prompt: Babe. @hollanovbingo Prompt: Boston. ~610 words. (This is a standalone AU meet-cute.)
"Hey sexy, can I buy you a drink?"
Shane declines. "Oh, no thank you. I don't really drink."
"Then what's this?"
"It's just ginger ale."
"Oh really?" This jerk doesn't believe him. "Can I sit here?"
"I'd rather you not." Shane says.
"I mean, it's a bar, right? I can sit wherever I want."
"Then why bother asking?" Shane mutters.
"You've got a mouth on you huh?" And suddenly the jerk is grabbing Shane's wrist.
Shane freezes. He doesn't know what to do. He really doesn't want to start a fight. He just wanted to watch the hockey game playing on the bar screens in peace. Then, suddenly, he hears another man's voice from behind him.
"Hey babe, sorry I'm late." Shane turns towards the low, accented voice. The man had curly blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. He's eyeing down the jerk who sat beside Shane and asks, "Everything ok?"
Thankfully, Jerky McJerkface lets go of Shane's wrist. A beat passes and then, impulsively, Shane gives the blonde man a quick peck on the lips.
"Yeah babe, all good. Just tired." Shane says steadily. "Let's go home?"
The blonde man blinks for a moment and says, "Ok."
Shane gets up from his barstool too quickly and wobbles a bit but he feels a hand on his waist helping steady him. Then he's walking towards the door with the blonde man following closely behind him.
When they're outside, they walk side by side in awkward silence for a couple of blocks.
"I'm Ilya."
"Shane." And he lets out a sigh of relief.
"Boston is.. not the safest city in America." Ilya says.
Shane definitely regrets going out by himself in an unfamiliar city he's visiting for work for a couple of nights. But he was feeling wild and impulsive. And he didn't want to stay cooped up in a hotel room after the stressful week he's had.
"Yeah, I noticed." Shane lets out a shaky laugh. They stop walking.
"Thank you for.. what you did back there. You saved me."
"Yes." Ilya smiles at him.
"Well, I should head back to my hotel. It's a couple more blocks from here, I think."
"I could walk with you. If you want." Ilya offers. "Boston remember? May not be safe."
To Shane's own surprise, he agrees. It ended up being a 15 minute walk back to the hotel. That's when he learns that Ilya moved to Boston from Russia a couple of years ago. And that Ilya was pregaming with a friend but he stayed back cause he wanted to watch the rest of the hockey game.
"I was watching the game too." Shane pauses and realizes. "Oh no, you're a Boston fan."
"Yes, I did not see your Metros shirt until I was already your fake boyfriend." Ilya says jokingly. "Maybe, is bad idea to date Montreal fan yes?"
Shane laughs. Maybe he wasn't the only one feeling impulsive that night.
"But maybe, maybe is worth it." Ilya winks at him. Shane is rolling his eyes but he's smiling. They spend the rest of the walk talking puck and chirping each other's teams.
When they get to Shane's hotel, the awkward silence returns but there's something more to it now.
Ilya breaks the ice again. "Good night Shane. Have a safe night."
"You too. Good night Ilya. Thank you again."
Ilya gives him a brief nod and turns back the way they came. He doesn't make it too far before the impulse takes over Shane again.
"Hey Ilya!" Shane running a bit to cut the short distance between them. "Would you.. want to come up?"
It's Ilya's turn to let out a sigh of relief. "Yes."
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"But Shaaane, you are being unfair." Ilya whines like he's being tortured. He's currently sitting cross-legged a couple of feet away from the base of Shane's yoga mat.
"What? How??" Shane sputters. "I'm literally just doing yoga."
"No, is lie. You are a really bad liar and a really bad tease." Ilya's eyes are currently boring a hole into Shane's backside. "You are always teasing me with your tiny yoga shorts."
Shane rolls his eyes. "I'm not! I just haven't been able to finish a yoga session for weeks cause I keep getting.. interrupted." He says, sounding mildly annoyed.
"I think you like getting interrupted." Ilya smirking as he says this.
"Not today. Today I'm working on my bone density."
"How about I show you different type of bone density, yes?"
"Ilya, I'm serious. I really need to stretch and get my blood flowing."
"Shane, I will stretch you out and get your blood flowing to your di—!"
"ILYA!" Shane interrupts and gets out of the downward facing dog pose he's been holding to sit in front of his husband. He leans in to press their foreheads together. "Later okay? Please. Let me finish my yoga." He pleads.
Ilya sighs and sulks but concedes. "Fine. Ok. Later."
They both know it's not a No. It's a Not Right Now. Cause for now, Shane is perfectly happy to pretend that he's not doing flexible yoga poses in his tiny shorts just for his husband. Just like Ilya is perfectly happy to pretend that he's not the one shrinking Shane's shorts in the dryer.
"This seems like a bad idea." It's rare that Ilya's the one out of the two of them saying this. But he can tell Shane has been planning this for weeks. What this is exactly, Ilya still doesn't know. Shane is being very vague and mysterious.
"Everything we do is a bad idea." Shane says fondly.
They're at a summer fair. The Canadian National Ex-something, or whatever Shane said.
Both men are wearing nondescript ball caps and big sunglasses to hide most of their faces. They're disguised. Well, as well as two 6-foot tall professional hockey players out in public can be disguised.
Shane scans pre-purchased tickets on his phone and is beelining it through the fair like he can traverse these grounds blindfolded. That tells Ilya this is not his first time here. He has to quicken his pace so he doesn't lose him.
"Don't worry, we won't stay long. We’ll be done before it gets busy." Shane says over his shoulder.
Luckily, it's a work day and it seems like the summer fair just opened. There’s barely anyone on the rides yet and some of the carnival game booths are still setting up.
"Stay here. I need to.. get something." Shane said as he ran into this big industrial structure with a massive sign saying "Food Building". It smells like buttered popcorn and fried food.
Shane left Ilya at a spot where he has a nice view of an outdoor stage. It looks like they are practicing for a dog show. An energetic Australian shepherd is eagerly jumping through hoops and going through obstacles beside her trainer, all in time with the music. He ponders how much time it would take him to teach Anya to do a coordinated routine like that with him.
He's probably more likely to figure that out than trying to guess what has gotten into his husband today.
When Shane gets back, he's quickly steering Ilya to get on a ferris wheel ride just behind them. There's no line so they walk straight into an open pod and sit down on either side of it.
“Here, hold this.” Shane hands him some kind of flat pastry? (which smells delicious) before Shane is handing the operator a $20 bill.
"Hands and feet inside the ride at all times please! Enjoy!" Luckily, the operator doesn't recognize them. He just grins and closes their pod door. It only takes a few seconds for the ride to start moving.
Shane places down the ridiculously massive bag of kettle corn he was holding and gets up to sit beside Ilya. The pod is surprisingly spacious but Shane still slides close enough so their sides are pressing.
Ilya moves to hand the pastry back to Shane. But Shane says, "Oh no, that's for you."
"Oh, thanks." Ilya says, unsure. "What is it?"
"It's a beaver tail."
"A what??"
"A beaver tail," Shane laughs. "It's pretty much deep fried dough in the shape of a beaver's tail. It's covered in cinnamon sugar. That's classic. But I also got Nutella on this one cause you love Nutella."
Ilya takes a cautious bite. It's so crispy and delicious. "Mmmm." He meant to make a sound of delight. But it comes out more like a guttural moan which makes Shane blush.
"It is very good. Very.. not boring. I love it."
Shane smiles. "I thought you would. You can't become Canadian until you've had a beaver tail. And they make the best ones here."
Ilya has been prepping for his Canadian Citizenship test coming up in the fall and the Hollanders have been helping him study for it all summer.
"Ah, I will take notes in case it shows up on test."
Shane laughs. "I figured, since you'll be Canadian soon, you should have some.. authentic Canadian experiences."
Something about the way Shane says that makes Ilya's stomach do a backflip. Or maybe it's the ride slowly climbing to its peek.
They share a quiet smile. It suddenly feels like they're teenagers cutting class. He goes in for a second bite of the sugary treat. It's still so warm. So sweet. So perfect.
"You want some?" He doesn't know there's a blob of Nutella and cinnamon sugar stuck on the bottom corner of his lips.
Shane instinctively licks it off and gives him a kiss. "Nah, I'm good. I can wait."
When Shane's eyes linger on Ilya's lips, Ilya finally clues in and practically inhales the rest of the beaver tail. Firstly cause it's absolutely delicious. But secondly (and more importantly), cause Ilya wants to enjoy the Full Canadian Ferris Wheel Experience.
"But I love you and you love me. So we are lovers."
They're back at Shane's cottage now after that stressful visit to his parents where he distinctly remembers banning all usages of this word. But unfortunately for Shane, Ilya has not let it go.
"Ilya, you're not allowed to use that word again. It's so gross." Shane reminds him, still not fully recovered from the sheer embarrassment that, of all the words in the English language (and there's so many words!), that was the one Ilya chose to say in front of his parents.
"But why is 'lovers' gross?" Ilya asks seriously. Shane doesn't understand how Ilya can say that word with a straight face.
"Because!"
"Because what??" Ilya is genuinely confused. "English is too hard."
"Ugh! Because. That word implies that we are.." Shane raises a hand to his face, shielding his lips for some reason and loudly whispers "..having sex."
"I mean we ARE. We're fucking and we've been fucking for YEARS!" Ilya says with conviction but also an amused smile on his lips.
"Yeah, okay but," Shane sputters before he recovers. "I don't need my parents to know that."
"Oh, I think they know. David saw us kissi—"
"Ilya! Please. Stop." Shane pleaded, exasperated. He did not need that reminder right now. Or preferably, ever again.
"I mean, there is nothing wrong with us fucking. Lovers fuck. So what." Ilya says nonchalantly as if stating the obvious.
Shane cringes at the word again. He can't help it. He crosses his arms and unknowingly puts on his angry kitten pout. Then he mutters, "Well, we'll see how much action you get, if you keep using that word."
This wipes the amused smile off of Ilya's face instantly.
"Ah, okay. I will stop." He goes to wrap his arms around Shane trying to placate him but he's still visibly seething. So Ilya hugs Shane tighter, kisses him right below the ear and says, "I like the word boyfriend better anyways."
