Summary:

“Shit, Shane. Fuck. Do you want me to stop?” Ilya breaths into the dark room. “What? Fuck. No, no fucking way. Don’t stop.” Shane protests, incredulous. He tried, he had really tried to stay awake, but he’s so glad Ilya listened to his last text. Shane is home with a dislocated shoulder. When Ilya returns from a road game series, Shane is more than ready for his husband, if it weren’t for that damn traffic.