Summary: Hayden's surprised to learn that Shane and Lily do it three times a day. Later, he wonders if Shane and Ilya do the same.

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Ilya pulled back to look at Shane. He gave Hayden an accusatory look then glanced at Shane again.

“What are you saying to my husband to make him blush like this, Pike?” 

Hayden raised his hands defensively. “Nothing!”

“It is not nothing. I know this color,” Ilya said, pointing at Shane's rosy cheeks. “You have embarrassed my husband. Explain.” 

“Ilya,” Shane said, his tone fond but exasperated. 

“Yes?” Ilya said, his jaw set. “Shane?”

Shane rolled his eyes, sighing in defeat. 

“Hayden wanted to know how often we—how often you and I–”

Shane trailed off and made a gesture with his hand that Ilya seemed to understand immediately. 

“Ahhh,” Ilya said, a look of predatory glee gracing his face. 

“Would you like some pointers, Pike?” 

He glanced down towards Hayden's crotch, studying it before saying, “I don't know what you are working with, but considering how many baby Pikes are running around, I am guessing it is serviceable.” 

Too Pretty

Summary: Shane gets a new stylist. Ilya thinks she makes his husband look too pretty. 

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“You look insane, Shane. You are beautiful. Every day you are beautiful. But we go out now. We go to parties. And you make yourself even more impossibly beautiful.”

He took another deep breath. 

“I cannot deal with it!” Ilya said, tearing at his hair. “People cannot stop staring at you. They are wanting to take photos with you. They don't even look at me.” 

In truth, Ilya didn’t care he wasn’t getting the amount of attention Shane was getting. Shane deserved the attention. His husband was a work of art, one Ilya liked to show off when given the chance.

But with the new stylist, with Shane’s slighlty flashier looks, his husband was being noticed by more people. Other people. Other famous people, like models and actors, pretty, young, big-name actors who would pinch at the lapels of Shane’s suits as an excuse to get closer to him. Actors who, without shame, would wrap their fingers around Shane’s wrist, pulling him in for a picture, pressing their cheeks flush against his.