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“What, do they think I’m not checking my phone when I know they’re planning to be here around five?” Shane asks. “I wanted them to text once, not to spam me.” “Is good for them to do,” Ilya points out. “Imagine if they had planned being one hour early. You were not checking then.” Shane blushes and Ilya smirks at him. “Well, that was your fault,” Shane says. --- Shane and Ilya's dinner with Shane's parents after episode 6. Shane’s parents text their ETA forty-five, thirty, and fifteen minutes before their arrival at the cottage. “What, do they think I’m not checking my phone when I know they’re planning to be here around five?” Shane asks. “I wanted them to text once, not to spam me.” “Is good for them to do,” Ilya points out. “Imagine if they had planned being one hour early. You were not checking then.” Shane blushes and Ilya smirks at him. “Well, that was your fault,” Shane says. “My fault I gave you best blowjob of your life?” “I don’t know about that, I’ve had some pretty good blowjobs,” Shane says. “Yes,” Ilya says, backing Shane up against the kitchen counter and bracketing him with his arms. “From me.” “Not only you.” “Only good ones were from me. I know this. You know this.” “Fuck you,” Shane says, which means yes. “Maybe,” Ilya murmurs, “I need to show you again. Remind you. Break my own record for giving the best blowjob Shane Hollander ever had.” Shane kisses him, desperate and urgent, but unfortunately they're interrupted by his phone buzzing and the sound of a car pulling up outside. “Oh my god, they just texted again,” Shane says. “I already responded the last two times.” “Tell them five minutes,” Ilya says, pressing a kiss to Shane’s neck. As he hoped, Shane squirms. Ilya has no intention to actually make Shane’s parents wait in the car while he gives Shane another blowjob, but he loves how Shane gets when Ilya teases him. “No way,” Shane says, typing. “I’m telling them to come in. Just be aware it will be like this whenever we see them, I guess.” Ilya grins. Honestly, after he got over the initial shock and awkwardness, he pretty much had the time of his life at Shane’s parent’s place. It felt nice not to hide, and to be with people who seemed to like his being there well enough, and to be able to show how fucking proud he was of Shane without fear. Combined with the vodka and the pasta, Ilya thinks they pretty much all got off to the best start possible. They hear the front door open, and then Shane’s parents’ voices. “Hello? Shane? Ilya? It’s us!” “It’s mom and dad! We’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” “They think we have to be in bedroom to fuck? That we cannot be fucking in the kitchen?” Ilya whispers. Shane’s eyes go wide and he makes a sort of frantic shushing noise. Ilya loves him so damn much. He presses a kiss to Shane’s temple, takes a step back and lets him out of his arms. “We’re already in the kitchen, it’s fine, you can come in,” Shane calls towards his parents. “Please don’t act like we traumatised you or something, Dad.” “Just being respectful,” David says, as he steps into the kitchen, Yuna close behind him. Yuna is carrying several tupperware boxes filled with different foods. David is holding a bottle of vodka. No offence to Shane’s mom, but Ilya knows who he is bonding with more out of the two of them so far. “Figured I’d bring this,” David says, smiling, holding the bottle out to Ilya. “Thank you,” Ilya says. “I will put it in freezer until dinner.” He makes sure to open the freezer only when David is not looking, so he won’t see that Ilya has better vodka in there that he brought to the cottage. Ilya doesn’t want to make David feel like the gift isn’t special or appreciated. Shane is going through Yuna’s boxes. “Mom,” he says. “Who is supposed to eat all of this?” “I can leave the leftovers with you,” Yuna says. “Make sure you have enough proper food for the next couple of days.” “I have plenty of proper food here,” Shane says. “I cooked burgers! They weren’t even macrobiotic.” “Is true,” Ilya says. “We have been eating tasty things.” He winks at Shane when his parents aren’t looking. Shane scowls but he blushes, too. “That’s great,” Yuna says. “It’s good to have comfort food once in a while even as an athlete. Shane needs to relax sometimes and enjoy himself.” “I make sure. Is no problem.” “Okay!” Shane says loudly, grabbing a tupperware box of chicken. “I will take these to the barbecue. Ilya?” Ilya follows him outside, grinning.