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Shane Hollander loves a lot of things about his husband. His voice- his hands- his mouth. And his culture. Shane loves learning fun little tidbits or trying a new food (well he doesn’t love it but sometimes they are really good!)
Ilyas native language is sexy. Ilyas need to provide that’s been hardwired into him? Sexy. The gifts Ilya gets him for no reason? Super sweet- all the little romantic things he does? His unmatched loyalty, chivalry, the romantic things he does year round and not just special days-the need for family and how quickly he’s embraced Shane’s? how protective Ilya is of him, how direct Ilyas culture his made him- works perfectly with Shane’s personally.
Ilya is perfect.
Except that one thing Ilya does. That nasty trait his country ingraved in him. The only boner killer Ilya has ever pulled.
Raw onion- more specifically- eating it like it’s food.
Shane understands base level- onions? Good! Good on food- good with food- raw? No- no obviously not- Shane isn’t crazy! Yeah sure maybe a slice of raw onion on a burger. But that’s not what it is.
Last night- after a long day of shooting with Rolex- Shane came home to Ilya sitting on the kitchen island- little purple paper pieces on the counter. Ilya holding half a red onion.
“Sorry, couldn’t wait for dinner.” He said. Giving Shane a small smile. “How was Rolex?” Shane just pursed his lips. he watched in horror as Ilya brought the onion to his lips and took a bite out of it like an apple.
“Rolex was fine.” Shane said. Shane was sure he looked super constipated right now, he can’t help it! His face is all screwed up.
“You okay?” Ilya said dropped the onion on the counter and dropping to his feet- walking over to Shane and running a hand through his hair. “Rolex not go good? Overstimulated?”
“No, I’m okay.” Shane said after a moment of scilence. “Just- thinking.” He lied. Ilya looked relived.
“I love you.” He said pecking Shane’s lips. Shane noticeably recoiled. “Excuse me” Ilya said- horrified at his husbands reaction to being kissed.
“It’s nothing.” Shane said. “I love you too.”
“You are bullshited me.” Ilya said.
“Bullshitting.”
“I do not care- more important matter- why kiss from husband so bad?” Ilya said crossing his arms.
“Ilya, I love your kisses.”
“Your body does not.”
“Ilya.” Shane started. Here’s the thing- he’d never actually tell Ilya that the onion thing bothers him- it’s a healthy snack- and he likes it- so- why take that joy away from his husband just for the lousy little disgust it causes Shane.
“What?”
“I’m just- I lied- I am over stimulated.” Shane mumbled. “I just don’t want to be touched.”
“Okay- communicate that next time please- I thought the worst.” Ilya mumbled. “I’ve never seen you look anything but absolutely lost in my eyes when I go to kiss you, it was freaky.”
“I’m sorry.” Shane said. “I’m gonna shower and head to bed.”
“Do you want me to join you in shower?” God he does but he can’t stand the way Ilya tastes at the moment.
“If you want.” Shane said, instantly he knew that was the wrong thing to say.
“If I want?” Ilya said. “After all this time you question if I want?”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Shane said.
“How did you mean it? ‘Yeah babe if you want to thrust inside me for a little bit it won’t bother me’” Ilya mocked- doing his best Canadian accent. Shane cracked a smile.
“You have to stop doing impressions.
“You have to stop treating me like stranger.” Ilya said- clearly not over the argument Shane guesses they are having now.
“Babe- I’m just not- I don’t feel strongly one way or the other. If you want me to blow you, cool- I want that too, if you don’t, I’m okay with that.” Shane said.
“You love blowing me.”
“Yeah but- I’m tired.” Shane said.
“Tired? When have you ever been tired?” Ilya said. “Are you tired of me?”
“Ilya. Obviously it’s not that.”
“What am I supposed to think when my husband passes off my advances and gags at my kisses?” Ilya said. Fuck.
“Okay fine.” Shane said. “I really wasn’t going to say anything.”
“What?” Ilya said- suddenly looking heartbroken. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck it’s not that calm down! Okay- it’s- Urgh this is embarrassing- it’s the onions okay! It’s the fact that I walked in on you eating an onion like a fucking peach- okay? It bother me.” Shane said. “And I wasn’t going to tell you because I love you so much and if you love eating raw onions I want you to eat raw onions.” Shane said. “But fuck Ilya the taste?” Shane said. “I just can’t do it.” Ilya frowned.
“Why wouldn’t you tell me.” He said.
“Because I don’t want you to feel like you have to change for me.” Shane said.
“Shane.” Ilya said walking over. “Baby.” He said, rubbing his hands down Shane’s arms. “It’s just onions.” He said. “I don’t care.” He said again. “I eat them because it is adventure? All the layers- is fun- enriching.”
“Oh are you a dog now?” Shane joked.
“Woof.” Ilya said instantly. “Your dog- and if you don’t like the taste of my tongue after I eat an onion- I will just switch to pomegranate.” Ilya said.
“Why pomegranate?”
“They are puzzle.” Ilya said. “Now- I will go brush my teeth, and you will meet me in the shower yes?”
“For sex right?” Shane asked.
“Oh Shane.” Ilya said. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Shane said. “Now please go brush your teeth? I want to kiss you so bad.” He said- watching Ilya turn and bolt up the stairs.