Then I will meet you at top of winding stairs. I think some of what I found is not terrible and wool. ( which will keep them warm but Ilya can’t remember if he’s seen Shane wear it and hates the feeling of being wool sweaters on his own skin anyway. there are some silks but they won’t exactly be warm. though being next to Shane has kept him warm enough, he’s shivering on his own. )
Which word? Last one? ( he says it again in their mental link, smug and nearly purring. ) It means something like “my love” — it’s a pet name. Very important in Russian when dating. With friends too but very much when dating.
( he realizes, then, how he doesn’t mind that Shane calls him by his proper name but that it’d be nice to hear any form of diminutive or pet name from his lips. )
[ The way Ilya repeats the word in his head makes Shane shiver, actually shiver like he's trapped out in the cold, only it's a trickle of warmth that spreads from his spine to his limbs and finally flushes his entire body as Ilya translates. ]
любимый. [ He repeats it unsteadily but with intention. Then he says it again, lower and slower, like Ilya had. The feeling that Ilya gets subjected to through their connection this time is achingly warm, like iodine in the blood. The sunlight is gone and there's lust in its place, bone-deep and simmering. ]
How can we 'date' if we're stuck here?
[ Not that they'd be able to 'date' back at home, either. That was the whole idea behind hiding out at the cottage. And that had stayed so secret. ]
( There's a fluttering in Ilya's chest as Shane says it, repeats it again with more conviction.
The heat there burns brighter, wraps around him like a hug and then blooms in mirror of the electricity at the base of his spine. He wants to reach out, to touch and wonder if he can ever make Shane understand the depth of the ocean of love in his heart. ) I think since no one has asked for Ilya Rozanov or other guy Shane Hollander autograph yet, we may be able share meal together somewhere more public than kitchen. No?
( The fact that it won't be a date to anyone else by them, well, that sour's the warmth but it brings with it a fresh coolness of longing and then does nothing to the spark of arousal. )
[ Not only has Shane sat back down on their bed, he's fallen backward to lie on it, to bask in what he's feeling even if he doesn't understand how it's happening. It's left him almost delirious. It might be the best he's ever felt. ]
'Other guy'?
[ But it's said with the sweetest little chuckle, with a little growl that gives away the way he'd claw at Ilya if he were in front of him, dig in his claws and tickle him, or just give him a shove. Their connection feels like mischief now, like puppy teeth.
But Shane is floored by the suggestion. Terrified, but more excited than he realizes he's ever been allowed to be about the idea. ]
Yeah. Yeah, we can. I guess that'll be... our first date. Right? [ If that's what Ilya is suggesting. Oh god, is that not what he's suggesting? ] I mean, if dates have to be public to count. Then it would be... the first one.
Yes, other guy. Two is not a winner, three nobody remembers. ( if this is sing-songed to the tune of a certain rap song, Ilya can't be blamed due to his age.
He hums the verse to himself. But the thing that delights him more is the playfulness that comes through, pure and eager. It reminds him of Shane and something itches at the base of his skull.
The questions gives pause because--- Ilya hasn't really thought of his hookups with Shane as dates, even if he'd spent more time and carefulness arranging them than the dates the media caught him going on. A date feels grander than anything they've ever had, unless-- ) Yeah? Some count date night in.
But I think I'd like to have a new first date night with you. One out.
[ Said with the biggest, dumbest smile on his face. They aren't even home, where hockey still fucking matters, and still Ilya is chirping at him like this. It feels so familiar, so safe, that Shane's heart is aching. What the hell would he do if Ilya wasn't here with him? ]
Yeah? [ That flutter in his chest again, their connection feeling like those weightless moments in an elevator on its way down. ] Yeah. Okay. But it has to be tonight. Before you come up here.
[ Suddenly he sounds adamant. ] We can't move in together before we have our first date.
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Date: 2026-02-08 07:08 am (UTC)Which word? Last one? ( he says it again in their mental link, smug and nearly purring. ) It means something like “my love” — it’s a pet name. Very important in Russian when dating. With friends too but very much when dating.
( he realizes, then, how he doesn’t mind that Shane calls him by his proper name but that it’d be nice to hear any form of diminutive or pet name from his lips. )
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Date: 2026-02-10 05:03 am (UTC)любимый. [ He repeats it unsteadily but with intention. Then he says it again, lower and slower, like Ilya had. The feeling that Ilya gets subjected to through their connection this time is achingly warm, like iodine in the blood. The sunlight is gone and there's lust in its place, bone-deep and simmering. ]
How can we 'date' if we're stuck here?
[ Not that they'd be able to 'date' back at home, either. That was the whole idea behind hiding out at the cottage. And that had stayed so secret. ]
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Date: 2026-03-01 01:51 am (UTC)The heat there burns brighter, wraps around him like a hug and then blooms in mirror of the electricity at the base of his spine. He wants to reach out, to touch and wonder if he can ever make Shane understand the depth of the ocean of love in his heart. ) I think since no one has asked for Ilya Rozanov or other guy Shane Hollander autograph yet, we may be able share meal together somewhere more public than kitchen. No?
( The fact that it won't be a date to anyone else by them, well, that sour's the warmth but it brings with it a fresh coolness of longing and then does nothing to the spark of arousal. )
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Date: 2026-03-01 04:07 am (UTC)'Other guy'?
[ But it's said with the sweetest little chuckle, with a little growl that gives away the way he'd claw at Ilya if he were in front of him, dig in his claws and tickle him, or just give him a shove. Their connection feels like mischief now, like puppy teeth.
But Shane is floored by the suggestion. Terrified, but more excited than he realizes he's ever been allowed to be about the idea. ]
Yeah. Yeah, we can. I guess that'll be... our first date. Right? [ If that's what Ilya is suggesting. Oh god, is that not what he's suggesting? ] I mean, if dates have to be public to count. Then it would be... the first one.
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Date: 2026-03-01 05:01 am (UTC)He hums the verse to himself. But the thing that delights him more is the playfulness that comes through, pure and eager. It reminds him of Shane and something itches at the base of his skull.
The questions gives pause because--- Ilya hasn't really thought of his hookups with Shane as dates, even if he'd spent more time and carefulness arranging them than the dates the media caught him going on. A date feels grander than anything they've ever had, unless-- ) Yeah? Some count date night in.
But I think I'd like to have a new first date night with you. One out.
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Date: 2026-03-03 02:24 am (UTC)[ Said with the biggest, dumbest smile on his face. They aren't even home, where hockey still fucking matters, and still Ilya is chirping at him like this. It feels so familiar, so safe, that Shane's heart is aching. What the hell would he do if Ilya wasn't here with him? ]
Yeah? [ That flutter in his chest again, their connection feeling like those weightless moments in an elevator on its way down. ] Yeah. Okay. But it has to be tonight. Before you come up here.
[ Suddenly he sounds adamant. ] We can't move in together before we have our first date.