Summary:

Shane’s lips twitch and Ilya knows he’s fighting off a smile. He knows immediately that his boyfriend is up to something. “You are planning?” Shane’s grin breaks free as he corrects, “Plotting, maybe scheming.” Ilya wags his gloved finger. “No matter the word, you are up to no good, Hollander.” “Depends on who’s asking,” he admits before skating away. OR Shane steals something of Ilya’s and they both suffers the consequences.