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If anyone were to ask Ilya, he would have told them he was having a great day. They had the day off from practice, and their next game was two days away, leaving a rare, uninterrupted day for him and Shane in the middle of the season. They were lying in bed together after their third round (whoever said that sex tapered off after marriage must have been straight. Ever since they tied the knot, he and Shane had been practically insatiable behind closed doors. Part of it was making up for lost time, but they were both young professional athletes, and as long as they had the stamina, they were going to use it.) Ilya's head lazily laid on Shane's chest while the other man absentmindedly played with his curls. If Ilya were a cat, he thought he would be purring right now. He let out a contented sigh when their phones chirped on the nightstand. He lifted his head and thought about picking it up, but figured if there was anything important, it could wait, or they would call. A minute later, their phones chirped again. Ilya sighed and stretched out to grab their phones. He handed Shane his phone and unlocked his own. If it was just something stupid in the Cens group chat, he was going to make the offending player skate suicides at their next practice. Opening the messages app, he saw two new messages in the group chat he had with Hayden and Shane. He was going to ignore them when he saw a third message come in. Shaking his head, he thumbed open the app.
Hays and Gays
Hayden: Ilya guess what.
Hayden: Ilya guess what.
Hayden: Ilya guess what.
Ilya couldn't make Hayden skate until he puked, but he could murder him the next time he saw him. He said as much to Shane, who snorted.
Ilya: What do you want, Pike? I was getting ready for round 4 with your best friend
Hayden: Gross, I don't need to hear that. I have news.
Ilya: Child number 5? Trying to field an entire first line?
Shane: Ignore him, Hayden. We weren't doing anything.
Shane: Yet.
Hayden: Gross, his bad influence is rubbing off on you.
Ilya: I would be if you weren't interrupting us.
That last comment got a quick smack on the shoulder from Shane. In retaliation, he bit down on Shane's pec.
Shane: What's your news?
Hayden: Remember how I told you J.J. got traded to Boston after we told Theriault we wanted out?
Hayden: I got out, too.
Shane: That's great Haydes. I still say you both didn't need to uproot your lives because of me.
Hayden: Shane, don't be stupid. After how everything went down, there was no way we would stay.
Ilya: I normally wouldn't let anyone insult Shane, but I agree. You're being stupid, Shane. Let your friends love you.
Hayden: Yes, Shane, let me love you.
Shane: Fine.
Ilya: So you are no longer the 15th best player in Montreal.
Ilya: Your contract must have been cheap. Are you San Jose's problem now?
Hayden: 😎
Ilya: ?.
Hayden: 😎
Ilya was getting ready to strangle Hayden through the phone. English was bad enough, but emoji was just annoying
Hayden: I'm your problem now.
Ilya: No.
Hayden: Yes.
Ilya: Shane, tell your friend he is not funny.
Shane: I think he's serious.
Hayden: I am. I'll see you at practice tomorrow captain.
Ilya: No, I retire.
Shane: Ilya, be nice.
Ilya: No.
Shane: Welcome to the team, Hayden.
Ilya: My own hsuband betrays me.
Hayden: You're being dramatic.
Ilya: I'm Russian. We are always dramatic.
To prove his point, he threw his phone down and started getting dressed.
"What are you doing?" Shane asked, making grabby hands that any other time would have drawn Ilya right back to their bed. Instead, he grabbed his phone and placed a kiss to the top of Shane's head.
"I'm going to talk to coach. How could he do this to me without telling me?" Ilya said, mumbling in Russian under his breath, too quiet for Shane to understand. He thought Ilya was joking until he heard the door shut and Ilya's car start.
Shane: I think you broke him, he's going to complain to Wiebe.
Hayden: lol