Summary:

Shane's mouth is hot and wet against Ilya’s throat, as Ilya catches sight of the Metros spilling into their VIP section, the Friday evening after their first week of Montreal’s hockey camp, his teeth a dull, warm pressure, one hand curled across the nape of his neck, his fingers sunk into Ilya's curls.

Ilya, because at his heart he's an absolute bastard, smirks as soon as Pike clocks the two of them, watching a bevy of emotions spike across his face before they dissolve into something a little more resigned, a little bit hungry.

OR: Shane gets to be a slut in public, snap at the Comeau, and get lovingly fucked out of his mind. Ilya's pretty sure it's one of the best night they've ever had.