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Ilya had said ‘maybe.’ Shane was verging on being tired of his bullshit. Ilya invited Shane to spend the night at his house, Ilya had made food, Ilya had called Shane by his first name. Shane often struggled with social cues in the moment, but he knew a fucking pattern when he saw one. Ilya fucking loved him, and Shane loved Ilya. Fine, if he wasn’t ready to admit it, Shane understood. Sometimes it just took some time and leading on a famous actress in a futile attempt to act straight to figure things out. But then Ilya had tried to act like it was nothing in Florida. Now he’s trying to act like he ‘can’t’ go to the cottage. Shane knew he must have hurt Ilya pretty badly that day, but he’d apologized twice and they’d had mind-blowing make up sex, so he thought they were good again.
If they got caught and got kicked out of the MLH, it would fucking suck. A lot. They both loved hockey. But hockey had made them both fucking millionaires. And Shane was pretty sure money could buy safety. If they lost their careers, Ilya would be able to move to Canada and they could get married. If that didn’t work, Shane could build a fucking underground bunker with a whole-ass hockey rink and whatever else Ilya wanted and hide there with Ilya forever. At least they’d be together.
Did he think they were risking getting caught by going to the cottage? Was it riskier than fucking in hotel rooms surrounded by their teammates for eight fucking years? Riskier than all those fucking cabs and Ubers they took? Riskier than arguing and making out on a balcony outside the fucking MLH awards? Riskier than spending the night at Ilya’s house in fucking Boston? If anything, the cottage was the safest place. Yeah, his parents were close, but he’d just tell them he was on a yoga retreat or some shit. They’d believe anything he told them. Hell, they still thought Shane was straight. His mom had tried to set him up with a goddamn princess. They probably should have figured it out when he turned that down. It was sweet that his mom thought a princess would go for a him, though. His mom was great. She was the sweetest mom. He loved her so much. But he wasn’t above lying to her to protect Ilya.
Oh yeah, Ilya. What the fuck was his problem? Shane knew he wanted to go. He’d say yes eventually. He’d think about it and realize he wanted to fuck Shane every day for two weeks. Shane knew was… inexperienced… when they first started hooking up, but even then, Ilya had wanted him so bad, he waited two years for Shane to be ready. Two fucking years of dirty texts and dick pics. And Ilya still wants to pretend he doesn’t want it? Thinks Shane doesn’t know how bad he wants him? Ok, Ilya, just keep telling yourself that.