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Shane had a genius idea. The idea was so brilliant that he almost wanted to jump up and down for three days straight. He couldn't of course, given the fact that he lived with his husband and the idea was a surprise for said husband.
So, he waited. He was patient.
He could wait, right?
He needed to wait for a perfect opening to make it happen.
So, when Yuna Hollander said that one of them needed to go with her to California for a week long meetings about the Irina Foundation expansion proposal Shane took the opportunity to busy himself with taking over the meetings about the foundation in Montreal.
It was a great cover up. That way he could actually do the foundation work and have Ilya far away for a week to get his plan into fruition.
"You want Me to go to California with Yuna?" Ilya lifted his eyebrow pointing a finger at his chest. Shane shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah. It makes the most sense. People in the US love you. You're always bright and smiley and you know... You're you. The last time I went with her they called me grumpy."
Shane summoned his best pout ever trying to convey how much he needed Ilya to do this for him. He just hoped it would work.
And yes, yes it did because Ilya's whole face turned into worry.
Oh god, Shane will burn in hell for manipulating his husband like this.
Ilya shifted so he could stand right in front of his husband and put both of his hands on Shane's hips, dropping featherlight kisses on top of his nose, cheeks and freckles. Shane blushed bashing his eyelashes.
"Hm. Yes. You are grumpy, but you're my grumpy kitten. Who cares what they think, hm?"
"I know, but we have meetings in french here and it just makes sense. Also, do I need to remind you that you promised Rose to see her while you're there and also that my Mom is dying to go wine tasting? We both know that you're the better option for that rather than me.
"So, you go and enjoy California with Rose and mom. And then when you get back we'll be on our way to the cottage for two weeks. It's a win win situation. Divide and conquer," Shane finished saying everything in one breath.
He hoped that Ilya wouldn't see right through him.
It's not that he lied about it. He'll really go to all the meetings for the foundation and manage everything. He just had an appointment after that.
Ilya took a deep breath then kissed Shane's forehead.
"Fine. I'll go to sunny California with your ex and mom. The media will love that," Ilya smirks.
"Asshole," Shane pulls him in a kiss.
"No, no. I can already see the headline: Rozanov going for a hat trick in Hollander family. He left his husband at home to organize a threesome with his mom and ex girlfriend."
Shane snorts.
"Ilya," he tries composing himself but yeah that is probably how it's going to go. Laugh bubbles from his chest.
"Okay. I will go to sunny California, drink wine with your mom and let Rose take me shopping," Ilya kisses the tip of Shane's nose again.
Shane feels like he can breathe again. His plan is working perfectly.
_
So, here is Shane now. Not even a week later, sitting in a very important meeting for Irina Foundation and the only thing he can think of is how in two hours he has an appointment in a tattoo parlor.
He is bouncing his knee and Sandra, his mother's assistant for the foundation, glanced at him three times already because he was shaking the entire table. Shane pinches his kneecap trying to will his nerves to behave and to actually pay attention to the meeting, but his thoughts keep going back to the moment which sparked the idea about his gift for Ilya.
***
It was almost two months ago on the day. They were having lazy post sex sunday afternoon rolling around in bed, still naked. Harris and Troy took Anya to the farm because the weather was perfect and she was too cramped up in their home for weeks because spring was awfully chilly this year.
Their next game wasn't for a few days and they just didn't feel like socializing much. They just wanted to bask in each other's presence and indulge in their happy little bubble.
Ilya was laying with his back against Shane's chest, his head of curls tickling Shane's chin. Shane idly drawing circles over his ridicuolous bear tattoo. The house was quiet, the sun fell wonderfully through the windows casting perfect golden shadows across the bed and their bodies.
It was so peaceful that Shane wished to capture the moment with a camera so every time he felt overstimulated he could have an injection of this absolute steadiness and peace.
"This is nice," Ilya whispered. Shane pulled a small smile and whispered back:
"Why are you whispering?"
"It's so quiet. I don't want to disturb the air."
Shane belly laughed making Ilya's entire body jerk from it.
"Sorry," Shane embraced Ilya with both of his hands and planted a loud 'mwah' kiss over Ilya's curls. "Yeah. It's quiet. And peaceful."
"Do you want forever for it to be this peaceful?" Ilya hesitantly asked cocking his head up so he can look at Shane. Shane had his brows furrowed in confusion.
"I don't understand?"
Shane kept scanning Ilya's features trying to understand what his husband was thinking but then Ilya rolled from his grasp and opened the bedside drawer and took something out of it. Shane tried to peek over his shoulder but Ilya returned to his previous position next to his husband with a pen and a teared up piece of paper of some kind. Probably from an envelope.
Ilya ploped on his belly, pulling himself up on his elbows balancing the paper on Shane's abs with a pen in the air.
"So, this is me. Yes?" Ilya said started drawing a stick figure with curly hair and a big smile on the small piece of paper.
Shane giggled.
"That's tickling Ilya," he said but adored the concentrated look on his husbands face so he just started rubbing Ilya's ear with his fingers the way Ilya always did when he's trying to sooth himself.
"So, this is me," Ilya continued looking pointedly at Shane.
"Okay. That's you."
"And this is you, da?" Ilya draws another sitck figre next to one resembling him, a bit smaller but with freckles under it's eyes. They are holding hands.
"Hey there, I'm not that shorter than you!"
"You are. Now shush," Ilya says dropping a kiss on Shane's exposed skin next to the paper he's drawing on.
"And this is Anya."
Shane peeks again at the paper and tries to control his laughter over the comically drawn dog next to Shane. Ilya looks up at him lifting his eyebrows waiting for Shane to acknowledge the dog.
He nods.
"Ok. Those are very good renditions of you, me and Anya. And the reason you're doing this right now is?"
Ilya blushes and diverts his gaze somewhere over Shane's shoulder. Shane continues rubbing Ilya's ear and Ilya completely deflates melting into the touch.
"So, would you be open to..."
Ilya starts but then returns to the paper and draws a smaller stick figure holding hands with little Ilya stick figure. He finishes the drawing adding freckles on child's face and a quick sketch of a cup above their heads and smaller hearts around all of them.
Shane's heart skips a beat, tears well behind his eyes.
"You want a kid?"
"Da. Yes. Maybe. If you want to," Ilya admits blushing looking carefully at Shane's expression trying to figure out what he's thinking.
Shane pulls his entire face into a huge smile and pulls Ilya towards him so he can kiss him stupid.
"You. Fucking. Softy," he smacked him loudly with kisses after each word. "I. Love. You. So. Much."
"So, is that a yes?" Ilya giggled trying to kiss Shane properly but Shane continued on smacking kisses all over his face.
"Of course. You know I want everything with you Ilya, in this life and the next one," Shane finished loudly smacking him on his forehead and curling his hands into Ilya's hair drawing calming circles on the nape of his neck.
"Just wanted to check. I know we talked about this before but maybe we could talk about it again?"
"I mean, it's not like you can get me pregnant so we need to check the logistics and paperwork for how it's going to work. Whether we'll get a surogate or adopt or..."
Shane started going through all the facts and possibilities in his head when Ilya grinned over his husband's enthusiasm moving himself to slot between Shane's thights pinning him to bed to stop his thoughts from going overboard.
"Oh, hello," Shane says breaking out of his rambling. Ilya smiles back and leans into a filthy kiss.
"You think about me getting you pregnant a lot Hollander?"
Shane snorts and rolls his eyes trying to get out of Ilya's hold but it's futile. And it's not like he really tried to get out of his grasp.
"Fuck you asshole."
Ilya grins.
"More like, fuck your asshole."
They both snort and Shane snickers.
"Wow. That's so bad. You're lucky I love you."
Ilya pins him into another kiss pulling a moan out of Shane when Shane breaks them suddenly. Ilya furrows his brows.
"What's wrong?"
"Wait, where's the..."
He wriggles trying to find something between their bodies, finally pulling the drawing Ilya made and putting it safely on his nightstand.
"What? I want to put it on our fridge. As a motivation, manifestation. Whatever," he shrugs his shoulder then settles under Ilya once again and hooks the heels of his feet around Ilya's waist to pull him closer.
"Mr Romantic," Ilya teases biting Shane on his neck.
"Shut up and fuck me."
"Your wish is my command."
***
"Shane. Shane. Are you listening?" Sandra shakes him from his thoughts where he dozed off chewing on the pen. He looks at the people around the table all looking at him, probably waiting for an answer to a question he never heard.
Shit. Focus Shane.
_
They pinned that drawing on their fridge next to the Centaurs group photo with the cup they won last year and every time Shane went to take out the ingredients for his breakfast smoothie something bright tugged around his heart.
Since then they had appointments to start conversations about the adoption but Shane felt like he wanted to make Ilya know how serious he was about having a kid.
It's not that Ilya didn't trust him, it was just the fact that sometimes his self doubt and brain threatened to win and Shane wanted to let him know how much he actually wanted to do this.
So, in the lack of better ideas his brain decided that tattooing Ilya's drawing on his body was the best thing to do.
Very adult.
Very responsible.
Very not like Shane.
So, in his mind - the perfect idea.
He was now standning before a girl with tattooed arms and a septum ring violently blushing while she was eyeing the drawing in her hands. He thinks she said her name was Angela but his brain was buzzing and he was half convinced that he was having an out of body experience right now.
She looked at the drawing then at Shane multiple times.
"So, you want this tattoed?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? You are not being coerced or anything? You're aware that it's permanent?"
She asks again eyeing him. Shane nods with his thumbs hooked into his pockets.
He can do this.
He absolutely can do this.
He's the best hockey player in the world god damn it.
"Yes maam. Absolutely aware," thank god his voice comes out unbothered because his heart was fluttering.
"And you want it on..."
"The crease of my right hip, yup."
Angela eyed him slowly then huffed out a laugh.
"I swear to god if you're not Jackie's friend I'd probably refer you to someone else."
She shakes her head and offers the table for Shane to make himself comfortable.
That's another reason why he choose this particular tattoo parlor in Montreal.
Angela? Yes, she has to be Angela.
Well, Angela was one of Jackie's old college friends who for years did both hers and Hayden's tattoos. She was discreet and didn't ask that many questions but she also had a knack to soothe people who were having hard time with sensory issues during the tattooing process.
She explained everything methodically, from start to finish (even though Shane did his fair share of research beforehand). And he was plesantly surprised how her confirming everything he found out online was an actual fact that he didn't even realize she finished the tattoo until she tapped the foil across it and cheerfully said:
"All done."
"What, already?"
"Yeah. You were good. Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah. Perfect. I just didn't expect that It would be over that fast."
She smiled then went over the whole healing process with him giving him extra pamflets and information about the care. Jackie probably warned her about his particularities and was once again thankfull for having Jackie and Hayden in his life.
Shane basically skipped to his car gently touching the tattoo over his joggers smiling from ear to ear. He couldn't wait for Ilya to see it.
What he wanted to avoid was probably the teasing from Jackie and Hayden because he promissed to come over for lunch afterwards.
"OH MY GOD IT'S SO CUTE!" Jackie yelled hunched over and looking at the tattoo. Hayden rolled his eyes but a small smile was tugging on his lips.
"Oh god, that asshole will never shut up about it."
"Hayden!" Jackie scolded him, Shane laughed.
"No, no. Hayd is right. He'll never shut up about it. But that's the whole point. I don't ever want him to doubt in our family. And yes, it's corny and not the sexiest thing I could come up with but to me it's perfect."
Jackie stood up and with tears in her eyes pulled Shane in a bear hug.
"Damn, thank god for Scott Hunter kissing his boyfriend on national television."
Shane giggled looking over her shoulder at Hayden who was trying to hide the fact that several tears rolled over his cheek. Shane lifted his eyebrows and Hayden mouthed silently.
"Oh shut up."
_
Ilya was on him the minute the front door opened attacking his neck and bruising his lips.
"Missed me?" Shane mumbled between the attacks pulling Ilya towards the living room couch while Anya was jumping around them doing her happy dance.
"Yes. Very. California is not fun without you there," Ilya said ripping Shane's shirt off his chest and pushing him onto the couch. Anya opting to go out of the backyard door and run around in the nice weather.
"What, you didn't have fun with mom and Rose?"
Shane watched as Ilya got rid of his shirt and pants, staying only in his boxers and sprawling across his body to kiss him once again.
"No. It was fun but this is better," Ilya tugged Shane's bottom lip between his teeth and Shane instinctively let out a load moan and arched into Ilya's body.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm. Way better."
He kept pepering Shane's body with kisses which were somewhere between the gentlest touch and the most obscene sounds Shane ever heard.
He smirked waiting for the moment Ilya got to the place of the tattoo. He lifted his hips and Ilya pulled both his joggers and boxers in one go and then gasped.
Shane was grinning.
This was his Christmas.
"Hollander, what is this?"
Ilya blinked several times completely blue screening forgetting that they were in the middle of stripping each other off.
"Surprise?" Shane mouthed gently caressing Ilya's hand propped next to his hip.
"Is it... Is it real?"
"Very real."
Ilya snapped his eyes to Shane and was met with blushed, horny and disheveled look of his husband.
"You have a tattoo?" He asks puzzled.
"Yes."
"Of my..." Ilya leans his head to the left eyeing the tattoo.
"Yes."
"When did you?" He then leans his head to the right, slightly furrowing his brows.
"The day you left."
"The day I..."
"Yup."
Ilya's eyes were wide open and he was gently thumbing the small tattoo on his husband's skin.
"You did this for me?"
"For us. For our family. As a reminder."
"As a reminder?" Ilya lifted his head again eyes darting from the tattoo to Shane's honest expression, not knowing where he wanted to focus his eyes on.
Both were astonishingly beautiful.
"Yeah. That we're not going anywhere," Shane gently says.
"Damn Hollander," Ilya gasped his whole body falling over Shane's thighs and abs, thumb still going over the exposed skin. Shane dug his hand into Ilya's curls and tugged his head towards him.
"You like it?"
"Sweetheart, for this you get complementary blow jobs on demand."
"Hm, I thought I got those either way?" Shane mused.
Ilya got up on his elbow licking his lips looking straight into Shane's eyes. Shane gulped.
"Yes. But this time it will be different," he smirks.
"Different? Different how?"
At that Ilya licks around the tattoo making Shane gasp and his cock twitch.
"Oh."
"It doesn't hurt?" Ilya asks dropping a featherlight kiss over the tattoo.
"Um, no. It's a bit raw still I guess but it's okay. They told me it will take few weeks to completely heal."
"Mhm. Don't worry. I'll take care if it."
And then he bites Shane's hip just next to tattoo making Shane moan and completely loose his ability to think rationally.
He really did miss his husband.
_
The next morning Shane woke up to empty bed. It wasn't that uncommon but it was still fairly early and Ilya loved sleeping in while Shane walked Anya and went for a morning run. He checked his messages and noticed that Ilya texted him half an hour ago that he went with Anya to her favourite dog park on the opposite side of the city and that they'll be home just in time for late breakfast.
Shane sighed then got ready for his run and went out.
When he returned he saw Ilya's car parked in front of the house and skipped to scold him for leaving without morning kisses.
He finds him in the kitchen washing the blender, Shane's post workout smoothie ready on the island.
"Morning," he chirped happily looking over his shoulder when Shane drapes himself over his back, hands sneaking over his pecks and abbs kissing him in the middle of the spine.
"Morning to you too. You were up early?"
"Mhm. Went to the park, Anya really liked it and..."
Ilya stopped mid sentence because Shane suddenly grabbed him strongly over his right hip and he let out a small painfull gasp.
Shane immediately detached himself from Ilya's back and loosened his hand.
"Ilya?" He asked susspiciously.
"Hm?"
"Don't hm me. What was that?"
"What was what?"
"Why did you flinch?"
Ilya shrugged his shoulders leaving the blender on the drying rack and started wiping his hands when Shane started tapping his foot on the floor and Ilya could basically hear him breathe heavily through his nose.
He theatrically turned around and yup, his husband was at the same time both pissed and concerned. Hands crossed over his chest.
Ilya smiled.
"So. I did a thing," Ilya starts.
"A thing?" Shane lifts his eyebrow.
"Remember how much you love me," Ilya tries to summon his most syrupy voice etching closer to Shane who was still looking angrily at him.
"Oh, don't pull that shit right now Rozanov. Did you hurt yourself chasing Anya like the last time? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
Ilya wanted to laugh as loudly as he could for how much Shane was concerned over him. And okay, the last time Ilya went alone with Anya to the park he somehow slipped over his own feet and bruised a rib falling down. So, Shane was probably right to be pissed right now.
"No, moy lyubimyy. I... Everything is fine. Just remember how much you love me and that you did the same thing a week ago."
At that Shane scrunches his eyebrows.
"I did... What? I don't understand. Ilya, what did you," then he gasps because Ilya is slowly pushing down the corner of his joggers and at the exact same spot of Shane's tattoo there is one on Ilya's hip. "Oh, no."
Shane drops to his knees and with eyes wide open looks at the tattooed skin.
"What did you? Is that a Snoopy?" He asks puzzled.
"Grumpy Snoopy, yes. It's you," Ilya says smiling. Shane is on his knees looking up at him with both of his hands on Ilya's hips.
"I'm not grumpy. Nor a Snoopy."
Shane leans on his heels and gawks at the tattoo when a memory flashes over his eyes. Ilya sees the minute he catches it and lets out a laugh.
"Oh my god, you idiot. It's the twitter page thing isn't it? The one which compares me with angry kittens and cartoons and ..."
Ilya pulls him upright and craddles his face between his hands.
"Yes. I wanted to do angry kitten but this is cuter."
"You're an idiot," Shane mumbles but is smiling and blushing at the same time.
"Mhm, your idiot."
They kiss until Shane jerks suddenly looking horrified at Ilya.
"Wait, if the team sees it," he starts but Ilya interupts him.
"They all follow me on twiter, yes? They will know it's you. Who cares."
"They what now? Ilya, what do you share on your socials?" Shane asks horrified.
"Just cute animals that look like you."
"Oh my god I hate you," he drops his forehead on Ilya's chest but then laugh bubbles up from him and then they're both histerically laughing while Anya is propping herself up on Ilya's thigh asking for her treats.