[ 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: 2026-03-01 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.