Summary:

“34 is not that old, Ilya. And he’s in amazing shape too.” Ilya says nothing for a few seconds and Shane glances up again from typing to see he’s being stared at with teasing eyes. He hates how the look still makes his heart flutter and neck go warm. “Amazing shape,” Ilya parrots in a poor North American accent. “So kind of you to notice, Hollander. Good to know for future matches.” The smirk that launched a thousand penalty shots. “Or maybe you just like looking at older boring hockey players? Good to know for me.” - Shane knows he’s the jealous type. He just didn’t know Ilya would be even worse.