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Shane was pacing in their living room when Ilya walked through their front door.
“ моя любовь, что не так?” (My love, what's wrong?) Ilya asked while dropping his bag and pulling his husband in for a hug.
“Nothing, my mom just called about dinner and Farah is about to call with the first draft of the centaurs contract and I'm panicking.” He answers and after the last word has left Shane's mouth he deflates into Ilya's arms.
Ilya presses a kiss into Shane's hair and whispers:"You worry too much sweetheart.” He loosens their hug to look into Shane's eyes. “I will take care of dinner you go talk to Farah.”
“Okay.” Shane says, pressing a short kiss to Ilya's mouth.
“Okay?”
“Okay.” Shane moves to their bedroom to await Farah's call feeling a lot calmer now.
Downstairs Ilya is moving around the kitchen following the recipe on the ipad that Shane chose over a week ago when they first planned dinner.
Upstairs Shane is facetime with Farah on his phone while looking over the first draft of the contract on his laptop.
“Okay so the biggest thing obviously is that you are gonna make a lot less money.” Farah's voice comes through the phone.
“This trade is not about money, I don't care about that.” Shane says once again pacing through the room.
Ilya watches from where he's leaning against the doorframe. He always enjoyed just watching Shane no matter what the man was doing but Ilya especially loved watching Shane when he was wearing his glasses like right now.
Shane stopped his pacing and sat back down at the desk looking at something Farah mentioned in the contract. He has noticed that Ilya was staring at him and is now waving him over to the desk.
“Hey Farah.” Ilya said, waving at her on facetime then turning to his husband. “Food is already in the oven, don't worry.”
“Thank you.” Shane said with a tired smile.
“Well I think we are done here, I will see what I can do about the changes we discussed and I will send you the updated contract some time next week.” Farah says clearly sensing that Shane is at his limit and would rather spend time with Ilya.
“Goodbye Farah.” “That sounds great, thank you.” Comes from the two men before Shane hangs up the phone.
They are on the couch together with Ilya sitting on the very end while Shane is sprawled over the rest of the couch with his face firmly pressed into Ilya's crotch. It's a position they find themselves in often after finding out that this is one of the few things that can help Shane decompress and get rid of leftover stress.
There is a show on in the background that neither of them are paying attention to. Ilya's hand is carefully moving through Shane's jet black hair and Shane is chewing on one of the strings of Ilya's sweatpants.
They are so encompassed in their own little bubble that they don't hear Shane's parents opening the front door and coming into the living room.
“Oh… sorry we didn't mean to interrupt.” Yuna says when she sees her son and son in law on their couch.
“You are not.” Ilya says before realising what it must look like to Yuna and David from the angle they are standing at.
Their son's face in Ilya's lap and Ilya's head on the back of the couch with his eyes closed and one hand in Shane's hair.
“He is just… дремота… dozing? napping?"
“Can we help with anything?” Yuna asks.
¨”Oh no, don't worry you can wait in the kitchen, I will wake him.”
The Russian moved his hand a little deeper into the dark hair carefully pulling at it until Shane started to stir.
He whispers into Shane's ear. “моя любовь (my love) your parents are here.”
“Already?” it's a little slurred both from sleep and from speaking directly into Ilya's crotch.
“Yes and it is not nice to keep them waiting.” Ilya says, pulling again at Shane's hair to get him to move.
Shane greets his parents with hugs in which his mom takes the liberty to comb through his hair that is standing off in every direction while Ilya plates the food that he prepared.
They sit down across from each other at the dinner table keeping friendly conversation going, about Hockey, travel plans and Shane's childhood.
“I'm sorry by the way, for being asleep when you came.” Shane says as he plates the cookies he and Ilya made two days ago.
“It's fine, we know how stressful the last months were.” Yuna says taking one of the cookies. "Although your dad probably got some deja vu.”
"Absolutely."
“Why?” Shane asked, his face showing genuine confusion.
“Well, I had my head on the back of the couch and one of my hands in your hair. With angle of door it probably looked like you were blowing me.” Ilya answered with his signature smug smirk, not the cocky one he always shows in public but the one that is reserved specifically for when he's teasing Shane.
“Oh my God!” Shane exclaimed, trying to hide his blushing face in his hands.
Ilya gets up from his own chair and moves behind Shane's chair, pulling him into a sorta hug.
He is whispering into Shane's ear. “Are you okay?” and “Do you need a minute?”
“Yes and please.”
“Go, I will talk and then when you are back we can change the subject.” He loses his grip around Shane.
Shane moves back to the living room sitting down on the couch taking a few deep breaths while listening in on the conversation happening in the Kitchen/Eating space.
“He is okay, just embarrassed.”
“Why is he embarrassed?” His Mom asks, sounding actually curious.
“He finds it comforting.” Ilya answers and Shane can picture his parents' confused looks. “ Having his face in my crotch helps him calm down.” Ilya clarifies without any shame.
His Parents both make an understanding sound. They call him back and they finish dinner like normal except for the fact that Shane wont meet his parents eyes. They hug goodbye at the door and then Shane and Ilya are alone again.
They are in bed together, Ilya sitting against the headboard with Shane between his legs. His face is in Ilya's crotch and one of Shane's hands is absentmindedly playing with his happy trail.
“I can't believe you actually said that to my parents.” Shane says his voice is muffled by the fabric of Ilya's sweatpants.
“They know I always tell the truth, it's why I am favorite son.”
“You are an asshole.”
“Yeah but you still love me.” Ilya says with a grin.
“I really don't know why.” Shane says while lightly smacking Ilya's stomach and moving up food a kiss.
They continue to make out before they fall asleep tangled up in each other.