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    Most of the time, Ilya doesn’t pick on him about it. Partly because Ilya knows when to pick and choose his battles, and any battle relating to a Shane routine is lost before it starts – but mainly because the little sleepy snuffling sounds that he insists he doesn’t make because he’s not sleeping, he’s meditating, so shut the fuck up, are really fucking cute.

    But sometimes, Ilya wants – needs – his husband’s undivided attention in their last few moments of peace before another loud, hectic, and exhausting day full of other people stealing it.

    Or maybe annoying Shane just enough to get him to slam the door a little bit too hard on his way out of the car, to give Ilya one quick dose of his adorable angry kitten face, is Ilya’s own form of morning meditation.

    “Shane.”

    Shane starts a bit, but otherwise doesn’t move or open his eyes. “Hmm?”

    “What sport would you play if you were more athletic?

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    or, five times ilya makes shane feel less like a passenger princess and more like a passenger prisoner
    + one time ilya lets shane take the driver’s seat

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    04 Jul 2026

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    “Do you – is there anything we can do?” Bood asks. “To help?”

    Ilya shakes his head.

    “Okay,” Bood says. “No problem. Do you want me or one of the others to stay here with you? Or would you rather be alone?”

    “Alone,” Ilya says. His voice comes out rough. He clears his throat, but it doesn’t really help. “But maybe -” His face burns hot with humiliation at asking, but the thought of the house empty makes him shiver with cold even under the covers. “Maybe you stay downstairs?”

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    Ilya is having a bad day. Shane is out of town. That doesn’t mean Ilya is alone.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    “Your order?” Ilya asks.

    “Oh, um.” The stranger has gone very pink underneath his freckles. Ilya watches him study the menu. He chews on his bottom lip. It’s distracting. “Could I have a green tea, please? To take away?”

    Ilya blinks at him. “Okay.”

    “My name is Shane. If you need it. For the order.”

    “Is not Starbucks. You are only customer right now. I know is your order.”

    “Right, of course.” The blush intensifies. Ilya gives himself a second to stare, then makes the tea.

    What a waste, when he just got a batch of fresh beans this morning, and is incredible at making coffee.

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    Ilya doesn’t usually care what his customers at the coffee shop order. But when the same guy with those fucking freckles starts showing up ordering nothing but tea, when Ilya is making world-class coffee right there, he can’t help but be a little intrigued.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    “You will not be so friendly when we beat you.” Yes. That’s pretty good. It’s not the exact thing he wants to say, but it sounds cool, though he could have done better in Russian. Before the draft, he has to practise more, so that by the time he’s playing in the NHL, he’ll be better. He wants to be able to chirp properly. English is not a very good language for insults, but Ilya knows he’ll be good at using it for that anyway.

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    Five times Ilya has trouble finding the right words in English and one time he doesn’t have to.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    They’re kissing on the sofa, slow and filthy, like their first time at the cottage, when Ilya says, “Like that, sweetheart,” and Shane can’t keep himself from pulling away to ask.

    “Should I say that?”

    Ilya blinks at him. “Say what?”

    “I mean, should I call you pet names?”

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    Five times Shane can't bring himself to call someone a pet name, and one time he does.

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    03 Jul 2026