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Shane and Ilya sat on their couch watching the MLH Awards. Shane sat up more, while Ilya reclined and rested his head against Shane. Shane had one arm slung around Ilya, and every time Ilya stopped texting or live-tweeting the program, he’d turn over a little and rub Shane’s chest.
It was just them, so they could be as clingy as they wanted. Since they’d spent the majority of their decade-plus relationship avoiding touching one another or seeming overly familiar… they loved to indulge like this now. Relaxing together, with so many points of contact between their two bodies.
The season was over and the summer was theirs. Most years they were at the show in person. But this year, they decided to let some of their teammates who were nominated have the spotlight.
Shane and Ilya were also still incredibly greedy about their alone time together and hadn’t wanted to leave the sanctuary of their cottage to schmooze with their colleagues yet again.
The announcer listed the upcoming awards that would be presented after the commercial break, including for league MVP, which their younger teammate Luca Haas was nominated for. He’d never been nominated before.
“I can’t believe it’s been 10 years since your first MVP win.”
“Mm. You never forget your first…”
“How do you manage to turn every comment into something sexual?”
“Is gift.”
“I was being serious,” said Shane. The last word overlapping with Ilya’s saying “boring.”
“Do you remember? After?” asked Shane.
Ilya didn’t even need to turn around and look to know the pale cheeks under Shane’s freckles had turned pink. His husband always blushed so pretty for him. Especially when he remembered the filthiest things they’d done together.
“Yes, Shane. Barring injury, illness, or death I will never forget that night. Mmm. You were very slutty for me, Hollander. Put on such a great show for my special night.”
“Well… I wasn’t trying for compliments…” teased Shane.
Ilya let out a laugh. “Are well deserved.”
“The sex was amazing that night, but–”
“But??” Ilya laughed again until he realized his husband wasn’t joking with this last part. “I always make it good for you,” he added with a note of concern in his voice maybe Shane didn’t agree.
“No, the sex was very hot.” Shane rubbed Ilya’s back soothingly. “I was just kind of fucked up after. I hated that you hadn’t kissed me.”
“Is not true. I kissed you.”
“I meant on my lips, Ilya.”
“Uh, me too, Shane. I kissed you. In bathroom.”
“That was before!”
“Was same night! And I was very mad at myself. It was not part of the plan to kiss you.”
“Why didn’t you want to kiss me?”
Ilya struggled for the right words. “Were too many…” Ilya rotated his wrist in the air “...feelings,” he finished. “In bathroom I knew it was bad idea. But I…” and he squeezed his chest and closed his fist in front of his heart “...could not help it.”
“Ilya… I wanted you to kiss me.”
“Oh, I know. Those eyes… they begged me… could not resist.”
“We fucked in your penthouse of two hours. I wanted you to kiss me then, too.”
“Why didn’t you kiss me? Hm? Huh? I would not have been strong enough if you kissed me first.”
“I… I don’t know. I guess I thought you didn’t want me to? Or I was just following your orders? I would have if you asked.”
“I would not ask. Could not, Shane.”
Shane shrugged. “Eh… my mouth was busy a lot that night…with other things.”
“You have a good mouth, I have always said this,” Ilya teased along with Shane. Then his voice got softer. “...I wanted to kiss you. I always wanted to kiss you. Was big problem, before.”
“A huge problem for me too.” Shane leaned down and kissed Ilya on the lips. “But not anymore.”
They focused their gazes back to the show, but were quietly lost in their thoughts.
“Well, I can’t believe it’s been 10 years…” said Shane after a moment, “and now I get to kiss you whenever I want.”
“You are lucky.”
Just as they realized what category was announcing its winner they heard the presenter’s voice say “...Luca Haas!”
Shane and Ilya’s exclamations of “Hey!” “Yay, Haasy!” “Let’s go!” and “Woo!’ filled their living room.
Ilya gripped his phone and quickly sent a text.
Shane heard the “whoosh” sound when it sent. “Did you tell him congrats for us?” Shane asked.
“No,” said Ilya. “I texted him trophy was good luck charm, and would have hottest sex of his life tonight.”
Shane playfully swatted his arm. “Ilya!”
Ilya got a notification. He looked down to read a text, then let out a burst of laughter.
“Look!” said Ilya as he held up his phone for Shane to see Luca’s response.
It was simply a “thumb’s up” emoji.
Shane laughed too. “See, everyone’s tired of your shit. Not everything has to be sexual!”
“Oh, I am wrong?” Ilya exclaimed, indignant. “We have seven different MVP awards between us, and we’ve fucked after every win. Each time, best sex.”
“You say every time we have sex is the best sex.”
“Is always the best. But trophy makes extra best.”
“There’s no such thing as extra best. Best means the best.”
“No, because you are best hockey player. But I am extra best hockey player. See?”
“Hmm,” hummed Shane who was looking at his husband with too much fondness, for somebody so insistent on being annoying. “Like you are the best husband–”
Ilya started to open his mouth and argue, but Shane didn’t give him a chance, as he finished his thought.
“and I am the extra best husband because I’m going to let you recreate that night, but we kiss as much as we want.”
Ilya sucked in a breath and turned to look at his husband, eyes now heavy-lidded. He looked into Shane’s eyes, then glanced down to his lips, then back to his eyes. They shined with happiness, not unshed tears this time.
Ilya bit his lip, but didn’t say anything. He gracefully rose from the sofa and grabbed the remote and turned the TV off in one fluid motion. With his back to Shane, he fired off a text and started walking up the stairs.
Shane’s phone beeped. He tore his eyes from Ilya’s retreating ass to dig his phone out of his pocket and read the text he just got.
Ilya: Bedroom.
Shane ran his tongue over his bottom lip and bit down. He couldn’t follow right away. Shane always had to wait a few minutes before he could go to Ilya’s room.