#yourbestclothes

rating: T | tags: soft middle-of-the-night happenings, cuddles, banter, domesticity

shane wakes in the night needing to pee. ilya is cuddling him from behind, one arm cushioning shane's neck and the other weighing down the dip of shane's waist, their legs criss-crossing and tangled in blankets. shane is loathe to move, but his bladder is full and insistent and he knows he won't be able to fall back asleep without dealing with it. so he begins the awful process of disentangling himself from ilya — unhooking an ankle from ilya's calf, removing a leg from between ilya's legs, lifting ilya's arm from his stomach. he does it all painstakingly slowly, not wanting to wake ilya, but his efforts prove futile. he's barely shifted away from ilya when he hears ilya inhale behind him, feels him stir.

sleepy hum, then, "shane?"

ilya's voice just woken up is like a dream. shane feels warm listening to it. the deep timbre of it. he finishes returning ilya's arm to him, though ilya seems unwilling to accept it, and looks over his shoulder as he does. in the dark he can make out only the broadest features of ilya's form—the bulk of his torso and the indistinct smudge of his soft curls. shane reaches in that direction and caresses his head briefly.

"just gonna go to the bathroom."

ilya grunts and sighs in one go, unhappy. shane leaves the bed. he shuts the en-suite door behind him quickly, not wanting the light to spill out for too long. the bathroom is blinding and cold after the bed and ilya's arms; shane rushes through his business, eager to return to both. before he comes back out he shuts the light off through a crack in the door.

as he approaches the bed again the slightly deeper dark of ilya's sleeping form moves. shane discerns a hand reaching out to him.

"come here," ilya mumbles. he sounds like half his mouth is squashed against the pillow. shane smiles, unseen by anyone. he begins climbing back in next to ilya, ducking under his outstretched arm.

"did you wait up for me?" he asks, settling onto his side facing ilya and pulling the blankets back over his lower half. ilya's arm comes around him, palm against his shoulder blades, and brings him in. shane snakes his arms around ilya's middle.

"yes," ilya says. "you take longest pisses in the fucking world."

"shut up, i take normal pisses." shane says this into ilya's neck, where the skin is thin and warm, and his heartbeat bumps up against shane's lips. all shane has to do is purse his lips to kiss him. he does. "you thought it was long because you missed me."

"yes," ilya says simply. shane lets ilya feel his smile. ilya shimmies down the bed a little, so shane's head is tucked more snugly between his chin and his shoulder, then slings one of his legs over both of shane's like a massive koala. shane really hopes he won't need to pee again until morning. ilya kisses shane's hair in several different places, quick and affectionate. mwah, mwah, mwah. then he settles down with a sigh.

"comfortable?" he asks. his voice is all around shane. shane hums.

"very comfortable."

"sleep?"

"sleep," shane agrees.

they do.

thank you kyla my love!!!

44. "if you die, i'm gonna kill you"

"Absolutely not, Rozanov."

Ilya, ever the drama queen, threw his head back and groaned loudly. "Hollander, I did this all the time in Boston. I am still here, yes?"

Shane crossed his arms over his chest, his brows furrowed in irritation. "Yeah, out of pure luck. I'd really prefer if my husband didn't die within our first six months of marriage. And don't call me Hollander."

Ilya threw his arms out, laughing incredulously. "You did it first! If I cannot say Hollander than you cannot call me Rozanov!"

"That's different, you won't listen to reason unless I get stern with you."

"Shaaaneee..." Ilya whined, his lips pursed into an overly exaggerated pout. He inched forward until they were stood face to face. "I know you worry moya lyubov, but I promise I know what I am doing. I am very safe and very experienced."

Shane refused to meet his husband's eyes, instead staring past his shoulder at the wall. "Motorcycles are dangerous, Ilya. What would I do if I lost you?" He started, his eyes beginning to glisten with unshed years.

"You're my fucking world, baby. I'd die if something bad happened to you."

Ilya's gaze immediately softened as he reached forward and pulled Shane against his chest. He pushed a hand into his hair as he rubbed up and down his back with the other.

"My sweet Shanya. My solnyshko..." he cooed, pressing kisses up and down the side of Shane's face. "Marley wanted to go because we have not rode for so long."

Shane rested his head in the crook of Ilya's neck, his arms tight around his waist. "He's reckless. Remember what he did to me?"

He knew that was a ridiculous response, Marleau would never take him out like that on purpose. He was being a brat. He knew it, and Ilya most definitely knew it too.

Ilya laughed softly as he pushed their foreheads together. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Shane's, a wide, sweet smile splayed on his face. "I want to go, but I will not if you really don't want me to, sweetheart. What is saying? Happy wife is a happy life?"

Shane rolled his eyes and smacked him playfully. "Fuck you!" He snarked, though there was no real malice behind it. He shook his head and sighed as he ran his fingers through Ilya's curls.

"Okay, fine. You can go. But please be careful. And don't go too fast."

Ilya grinned as he quickly agreed. He moved in for a kiss, his tongue slipping in past Shane's lips for a brief moment before slowly pulling back. "Thank you, malysh. I love you very much, okay?"

"I love you too. But you better do as I say, cause if you die I'm gonna fucking kill you."

sweet kyla! ❣️ love you and your beautiful curls

1. harry, of course, especially since i found you through 1d forever ago! everything harry but you really embody his treat people with kindness vibe 🫶🏻

2. tattoos! your sleeves are so fun and gorgeous, but i remember when you got your fireproof one, thinking it was the coolest piece 🎲

okay but erin and kyla karaoke session WHEN fr. MWAH ❣️

bad blood - bastille

white blank page - mumford & sons

talk - kodaline

exile - taylor swift

the scientist - coldplay