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The Celebration

Summary:

Shane and Ilya enjoy some quiet time at the cabin.

Notes:

For day three of the Off Season Fic Fest - Pride! Thank you Nico for putting this all together!

Thank you to Anna, Nico and MangoTea for beta-ing!

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Shane stretched his legs out at the same time as he snuggled into Ilya’s side. The wooden bench was still warm from the day's sun, and the beginnings of a small fire was cracking in the hearth in front of them. 

"We didn't do anything for Pride this year," Shane noted as he prodded at the fire with a stick. Ilya still didn’t believe this did anything useful, but didn’t want to start another argument about the intricacies of fire maintenance by commenting on it. 

Shane felt his husband shrug against his side. “We just got back.”

Shane was silent. It was true. They had taken an extended vacation after the season had ended, both to relax and to steal some much-needed time for just the two of them.

“We should at least make a donation or something,” he said finally. “Cause we missed the celebration.”

Ilya stretched, the muscles in his arms flexing as he laced his fingers behind his head. “Sure, Hollander,” he agreed lazily. The movement made his shirt ride up, revealing a strip of skin Shane couldn’t tear his eyes away from. "Although, I think we did celebrate."

Shane raised an eyebrow. "When?"

Ilya smiled. “This morning, when I ate you out while you wore my jersey."

Shane rolled his eyes. "That's–"

"Very gay," Ilya finished, grinning now. "Very Pride."

Shane thought back to the moment he had stepped out of their closet wearing Ilya’s jersey and nothing else. He’d done it as a joke, but Ilya’s face had immediately gone dark with desire, and before he knew what was happening, Shane had found himself facedown on the bed with Ilya’s head between his legs. He could still feel the burn left behind by Ilya’s stubble when he shifted in his seat. 

A soft laugh escaped Shane. “You’re ridiculous.” He settled more deeply into Ilya’s side, burying his face into the warm curve of his husband’s neck before whispering, "Ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu." I love you so much.

Ilya caught Shane's hand and meshed their fingers together. "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu," he murmured back. I love you, too.

Out on the lake, a loon called. Their odd wails didn’t make Ilya jump anymore, but the memory of his fear during that first visit to the cabin still made Shane smile. He looked down at their interlaced hands, and watched the fire reflect off their wedding bands. A testament to how far they’d come. Shane felt the press of a kiss on his temple, and sighed contentedly. Ilya was right. This was enough.   

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