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Ilya made sure his husband’s birthday party was perfect. The bar was packed : the entire Centaurs roster had turned up, Hayden and JJ had flown in from Montreal just for the night, even Rose had carved out time between filmings to come celebrate. Shane, a few drinks in, was thoroughly enjoying his birthday party. He didn’t even mind the music and the crowd. He took time to catch up with everyone, chatting and laughing.
Then, the temperature dropped. Shane snuggled his way over to his husband through the bar.
“Ilya, I’m freezing,” Shane complained, leaning into Ilya’s side.
“You have a jacket,” Ilya replied, dry.
“Yeah, like, a fashion jacket. Not a function jacket.”
Ilya smirked. “So it’s my problem now?”
Shane gave him a pointed look. “Can I have your coat?”
“No.”
Shane blinked at him. “Excuse me?”
Ilya took a slow sip of his drink. “No.”
Shane pouted. He didn’t even seem to notice he was doing it. However, Ilya totally did.
“Ha, your face,” Ilya laughed. “Do you know what you look like right now?”
“Cold?” Shane offered in a snarly tone.
“Like sad kitten someone yelled at.”
Shane pushed his husband across the chest, shivering a little. “Come on. I bet you gave your coat to the pretty girls you were dating before. Why not me?”
“I didn’t date women,” Ilya smirked. “I hooked up with them. I dated you.”
To make matters worse, Ilya booped Shane’s nose with his index finger. Shane froze, then went crimson. Shane barely got a word out before escaping into the crowd, face hot and mission abandoned.
Ilya turned back to his conversation, smug.
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Fifteen minutes later, Ilya glanced across the bar and felt his stomach drop.
There was Shane, talking and laughing with Rose. He was wearing a coat. It was long, black and swallowed Shane’s entire frame. Ilya immediately recognized it. It was Hayden’s.
Oh hell no.
Ilya stormed over, cutting across conversations and past a group selfie in progress.
“Take it off,” Ilya said flatly, eyes locked on Shane.
Shane glanced up, face a picture of innocence. “Take what off?”
Ilya pointed. “Hayden’s coat.”
“Oh this?” Shane ran a hand down the front, cozying into it even more. “Hayden gave it to me. It’s really warm and super soft.”
“Shane.”
Shane smirked. “What? You had your chance and you said no. Hayden said yes because he’s nice.”
Ilya’s jaw tensed. “Take. It. Off.”
“Nope.”
“I’m giving you one last chance.”
“Nope,” Shane teased. “It’s too soft and warm. It even smells like him too.”
Ilya saw red at that last part. He yanked Hayden’s coat off Shane and threw it at Rose who barely caught it from giggling too hard.
“Ilya!” Shane yelped.
Ilya slipped his own coat over Shane’s shoulders, pulled it snug around him. Then, he grabbed Shane’s face and kissed him passionately. Possessively. The message was clear : You’re mine. Don’t forget it.
When Ilya finally pulled back, Shane was standing like a statue, flushed and lips slightly parted. Then Ilya walked off like he hadn’t just claimed him in the middle of a crowded bar.
“…That was hot,” Rose said casually, sipping her drink. “You’re welcome.”
Shane stood still for a moment, before turning towards Rose. “Yeah, that was genius. Though, I should probably give Hayden his coat back and make sure Ilya doesn’t kill him.”
They both laughed. Shane took Hayden’s coat from Rose and walked off to find Hayden.