#ilya81rozanov

scott's not at all surprised by his reaction - and yet he'd still said it. he's frustrated with himself for sure , but he's more frustrated with ilya who's now racing to cut him off as quickly as he can emotionally. IN ALL FAIRNESS , SCOTT'S NOT INNOCENT IN THAT EITHER - his walls are already up , his stoic expression back.

"yeah , ilya rozanov doesn't need anyone right? because that's been going so well for you." he watches him draw closer to the door. "go then , no one's stopping you. it's not like ive been keeping you hostage. you've been coming and going as you please. so this time ...just don't come back. simple." HE THEN TURNS AWAY FROM ILYA , hoping that carter , who's been on speaker for the past five minutes - didn't hear that. thankfully , his best friend is still in his own little world talking about the last game.

"hey , changed my mind Cart. See you in ten yeah?" rozanov could go fuck himself , scott was going out - even if it wasn't his thing. He then hangs up at the call and looks behind him. "are you still here?" yeah , he's being an asshole , but he's giving as good as he's getting. scott's not going to break down and beg him to stay , even if that's what he wants to do. he's going to shove down these feelings and drink until they're numbed temporarily. even if it's not really his style.

"or what rozanov?" a brow arches , teeth sink into his bottom lip. they've been giving each other shit all day. FIRST THE GAME ( how is it possible to want to punch someone and kiss them at the same time? ). & now after.

"you talk a lot of shit but...i never see any follow through." & yeah , scott's smirking now. HE SHOULDN'T BE PLAYING WITH FIRE. that's the one thing he's away of , especially in the corner of a crowded bar. he glances around just to make sure they weren't overheard. he continues to look at ilya , to really look at him.

he kind of gets it - the guy was hot as hell , with an attitude to match , and it was really hard to not notice. he leans against the wall , swallowing harshly. YEAH , this is fucking ridiculous. he doesn't flirt. not with guys he knows. hell - he goes out of the country just to hook up with people who didn't recognise him. just because it was a big risk.

scrunching his nose , scott playfully glares at his boyfriend. "i do not snore." ( he does - and quite loudly sometimes too ). he reaches across the bed , brushing fingers through those perfect golden curls , before leaning over to steal a soft kiss.

"all this tells me is you like watching me sleep." a smirk dances across his lips ( honestly , he's guilty of that too ; he loves seeing ilya peaceful ). his shoulders ache ; actually , all of him aches - because ilya had spent the night bringing him to the edge over and over again until scott had been close to losing his goddamn mind & it feels so fucking good. falling back into the pillows ; his hand wraps around his boyfriend's.

"you're so fucking cute rozanov - no one would believe me if i told them that though."

he falls back against the pillows , breathing hard. as ilya rolls back onto the bed , landing beside him - scott moves into his embrace quickly. he feels drunk ( which is always the case when it comes to rozanov ) , boneless. his head rests against ilya's shoulder and he draws pattern's against his chest lazily.

ONCE WHERE HIS HEART WOULD HAVE BEEN RACING TO BREAK THROUGH HIS RIBCAGE , now it settles. it's safety , scott realises. it's what he always feels when ilya holds him like this. he wants to speak , to say something - but no words seem to be forming , so he just enjoys the moment. his hand moves up ilya's chest , to gently grasp his jaw and draw him for a deep kiss. scott is never going to be able to get enough of this - and he knows he's going to have to leave soon ( or he'll be late for practice ) , but he doesn't want to move. ONCE HE MOVES IT'S BACK TO SNEAKING TEXT MESSAGES IN WHEN THEY CAN - trying to figure out the next time they're going to see each other.

as the kiss breaks , scott rests his forehead against ilya's. the gaze is enough to express everything he doesn't dare say.

early morning light filters through the curtains , scott's been awake for at least an hour - going over the plan. HE'D TEXT CARTER THE NIGHT BEFORE , asking him to be at the courthouse for a specific time , but he hadn't specified why. the idea was to keep this a secret up until the last moment so that nobody could voice their opinions. he's watching ilya sleep ( or at least he thinks he is ) , when the other suddenly speaks.

( you know i love you , right? ) - of course he knows. yes , this wedding was rushed , but there were very real reasons for it. trailing his fingertips up ilya's arm , scott sighs. "yeah , i know." there's a hint of a smile on his lips. "i love you too , by the way." it's easier to say now ; now that they're not hiding behind 'its just sex.'

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there's a sort of buzzing that leaves him tingling after a win & to have done it against someone who just might be almost as good as ilya ( who is almost as good as shane ) makes it just that much better . shane respects scott . he's studied him for a long time , since he was young . so , more than any victory it feels like exceeding his own expectations . the admirals had played hard but shane had stressed the importance in montreal's room about staying tough on scott's line & he'll owe them all a beer or something for keeping them at bay . way at bay . they were going to win , either way , he'd known that even as he & jj had hyped the team up to beat them . their defense hasn't been the same since they'd lost jones & wingate in the last two years & shane hates to admit it but scott's lost focus in the last few years in addition to his line being -- off , even eric bennett is getting slower in the crease . he'd just . . . taken advantage of that . which , as captain , is what he was is supposed to do .

& he never does this , really . he's made a conscious effort to be the most genial player . if only so his teammates didn't have to be , if only so he's not labeled in a way he can't get out from under . but he feels good & maybe he can turn this into a friendly back & forth , a bond of sorts . it's not even the worst thing he could've said . hope next time we play you decide to show up . he's heard way worse come from a way more aggressive place . this game , in the scheme of things , hadn't even really meant much . the admirals sure as hell weren't going further than this regular season . they'd just lost by four points , for fuck's sake . which is why he's kind of stunned , a mix of fear & rage & panic rising in his throat when the words , loud enough for him to hear so loud enough for his teammates to have heard too , are hissed at him . you're starting to sound like him . & shane knows , just from the highlights of last nights game who he's talking about . i'm sorry , what ? & shane's fair , he gives him a chance to take it back , the change the comment . & there's no way scott knows , right ? had he seen them ? his texts ? the hotel . . . the odds are low , shane makes sure they're low , but not zero . you fucking heard me , hollander . it's not even an insult , really . ilya's better at getting under people's skin than shane will ever be . it's the implication . & shane , for the second time in his professional career , drops his gloves & dives for scott like he can shove the words back into his stupid fucking mouth once he gets his hands on him .

yuna & david had sat him down once he'd hit the peewee league & he'd starting going through puberty & explained to him that the other kids were going to try to make him angry . they were going to zero in on his biggest insecurities & they were going to try to throw him off his game from here on out . & it had been important for him to know that the best way to get back at them , no matter what they said , was to win . but , they'd stressed , there were going to be times when that wasn't an option . there were going to be times that he was going to have to fight & when he'd started to protest , they'd shaken their heads gently & told him when that time came it was important he knew how to defend himself . that he knew how to take someone out until they couldn't come at him again .

his parents would not understand this specific situation so -

he pulls his punch , at first . giving scott a chance to skate away . he'd already been out of breath , it's not like he could take shane . he knows it . shane knows it . shane expects the fist to the cheek & takes it , growing wilder as he grabs scott's jersey to pull him closer & take another swipe at his chin . scott isn't able to get in another swing before his teammates are pulling him away & in any other situation they would've dropped their gloves too but the game is fucking over . shane could get benched for the next one & montreal actually has a goddamn chance to go all the way .

it doesn't help that scott's still yelling at him ( nothing to do with the implication he'd just made , but still yelling like he hadn't started this stupid shit ) & past the rushing of his ears he realizes he is too . fuck you ! go home ! you're forty-five fucking years old you fucking dinosaur ! go ice your knees so you can lose your next fucking game , you pussy ! hayden & jj are kind of snickering as they pull him back , the ref that's gotten in between them rolling his eyes . they make it all the way back to their bench , his coach & most of the rest of the team looking at him like he's grown another head .

& he realizes , a little too late , that he had sounded like him - in the end . & rozanov can never know .