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Shane answers entirely his call out of breath. There’s the distinct sound of a treadmill running and feet hitting the machine. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hey man,” Hayden flips through some of the summer camp forms. “I was going to call your mom, but I figured I would ask you first just in case.”
“What are you asking me?” Shane doesn’t stop his workout.
“Do you have an allergens list for the kids this year? I can’t find the forms or the email. I swear I’m asking as a last resort.”
“Um… one sec…” He can hear Shane fiddling with his phone and then, “Uh, actually, I might need my laptop for this.”
“Yeah, no worries man. You know, you should lay off the exercise. It’s summer, relax a little!”
“Ugh,” Shane groans, pushing a few buttons on the treadmill, “You and Ilya.”
“Me and Ilya?” Hayden asks.
Shane’s breathiness lessens as his running pace slows to a walk. “It’s part of this new diet and exercise regime thing. I can’t relax. I need to be prepared.”
There’s the sound of a door opening and Ilya walks in, “Why are you on phone, Shane?”
“It’s Hayden,” Shane answers back, “He’s looking for the allergens list.”
“I sent it already,” Ilya’s voice sounds much closer. Then loud enough that Hayden has to yank his ear away, “CHECK YOUR EMAIL PIKE!”
“Ow, motherfucker!” Hayden snaps. “I already did, asshole. It’s not there.”
Ilya makes a rude sound and then there’s more beeping from the treadmill. “Ilya no,” Shane sounds like he’s trying to push his boyfriend away. “Stop that you’re going- we’re both can’t walk on the same- we’re going to fall!”
There’s a laugh, “Not if you keep walking.”
“Ilya!” Shane scolds and there’s more beeping.
There’s a grumble from Ilya, “Boring.”
“It’s not boring, it’s safe!”
Hayden clears his throat making it known that he’s still on the phone. “So, that list?”
“OH, right.” Shane sounds exasperated, “Look, let me just- Ilya move.”
“No.”
Shane sighs, “I’m putting you on speaker, one sec.” There’s a pause and then, “You said you sent it through email?” Ilya hums a response making Shane squeak.
Hayden scrolls through his emails, “I’m looking too in case I missed it, but I don’t think I did. I’m even checking my spam.” Both are quiet for a moment while they scroll. “I don’t see it.”
Shane lets out a deep sigh that sounds a little too suspicious. And Hayden hasn’t heard any quips from Ilya. A strange feeling builds. No. They wouldn’t.
“I-I think I found it.” Shane’s voice is shaky.
“You did!?”
“Y-yeah.” That sounded worse. There’s a sound… oh god, the unmistakable sound of liquid and a loud, lewd gasp from Shane that can’t be mistaken for anything else.
“Oh my god!” Hayden shouts, “Oh my god!”
“What!?” Shane sounds alarmed.
“You’re fucking doing it right now, aren’t you!?”
Ilya’s laughter comes through loud and clear. And so does Shane’s sputter of denial.
“No!” Shane blubbers, “It’s we’re not-!”
Ilya’s laughter gets louder.
“Whatever man,” Hayden groans, “Just send me the damn list and don’t tell me details.”
“Goodbye Pike!” Ilya shouts and hangs up for Shane.
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“You asshole!” Shane groans whacking Ilya. He snatches the water bottle containing ice water from his boyfriend. “He thought we were having sex!” He wipes water and sweat from his eyes.
Ilya shakes his head grinning, he’d thought a squeeze of ice water onto Shane would be very refreshing. Instead, it proved to be the opposite. “You are very easy to work up. Maybe I should-”
“Maybe you shouldn’t!” Shane snaps back, mortified. “I have to text him. Call him back- I need to explain-”
“Noooo,” Ilya grabs the phone and tosses it away making sure it lands in Shane’s folded hoodie. “I want to fuck you Shane.”
“Not here, I didn’t build our gym to have sex.”
“But we could.”
“No, we couldn’t.” Ilya gives Shane puppy dog eyes that work. “You asshole.”