Summary:

If it was any other day, Ilya would smirk and say something that would annoy the shit out of Shane, and he’d secretly love it, because that’s what they do. But today is not like that, so instead, he kisses Shane’s forehead, right between his eyebrows, because after all these years, he’s still as in love with him as the very first time he laid his eyes on the seventeen year old Shane in the back of that stupid arena in Saskatchewan. (or Shane is overstimulated and Ilya knows just what to do to make him feel better.)