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It had been a shit week for Ilya. Not only had his stupid brother been harassing him for money and somehow not gotten the memo that Ilya wasn’t able to keep supporting his drug benders, that he shouldn’t be doing in the first place now that he had a kid. His dad had finally stopped calling him and he tried to force his body to relax. Ilya was now breathing in the fresh air and taking slow puffs of his cigarette that was the only thing that could make him feel better right now, which he thought was kind of pathetic. He didn’t wanna think about the damn rookie of the year award even though he had been working his ass off to get it for himself. He tries to convince himself it had nothing to do with his dad, gripping his phone in his pocket while frowning. Why did it have to be Shane Hollander. Ilya knew why. Shane was a good player, a great one, but he couldn’t deny that it stung more knowing that Hollander was inside right now laughing with a bunch of other elite hockey players with the award in his hand. Stupid Hollander. God he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since the all stars game and their night in Ilya’s hotel room. He stopped smoking and let the cigarette burn down while he watched the city lights.
Ilya had finally gotten both bored and cold enough that he decided that it was time to go back to his room. He didn’t wanna be seen by anyone though. He was still raw from the loss and wasn’t in the mood to have some player that he didn’t know try to console him. No he definitely didn’t want that. To make sure that no one saw him he decided that the stairs would be the best option. No sane person would take the stairs when the elevator was fully functioning.
He had barely passed four floors on his way down the stairs when he could see a figure sitting on the stairs leaned against the wall. Ilya kept his eyes on the man and it didn’t take long until he recognized Shane Hollander from the back. Why was his day just getting worse. Ilya wasn’t planning on stopping for the boring Canadian until he noticed that the man was asleep. Questions flooded his mind. What was he doing here, why did he skip the party celebrating him, and did he come here for Ilya. That was stupid. They weren’t anything, Ilya said so himself. But looking at Hollander now he couldnt take his eyes off him. His pretty freckles stood out even more under the fluorescent light of the stairs. He was probably gonna regret this.
Ilya nudged Hollander awake. The man slowly shifted and groggily brushed his hand over his face. “Rozanov?” he asked. Ilya ignored the question in his voice and instead asked bluntly what he was doing on the stairs. “I was coming to find you,” Hollander responded, still looking around sleepily. He started licking his lips to get them wet then he looked up at Ilya, who had let his eyes drop to watch Shane’s tongue slink back in his mouth. “Why weren’t you downstairs?” Hollander asked, breaking the moment. Ilya looked back up to his eyes. “I was getting fresh air,” he responded with a heavy accent, his voice more gravelly than usual from not speaking for a while. It went quiet between them and after a while Shane’s eyelids started drooping, threatening to close.
“Hollander,” Ilya said to break the sleepy spell. “Sorry,” Shane said sheepishly. “I’m pretty sure im drunk right now.” Ilya’s brow raised a little. Shane Hollander drinking, that was interesting. “Drinking even when you have award,” Ilya said. Shane blushed, looking down. “Yeah I just… yeah,” he said, not completing his sentence. Ilya was getting tired of standing and he wasn’t very fond of the idea of sitting on the dirty stairs with his new suit, so he told Shane, “Come I’ll take you to your room.” Shane let himself be hauled up by Ilya without protesting and grabbed the back of Ilya’s head to twirl his curls. Ilya wouldn’t deny that he liked drunk Shane.
They had somehow made it back to Shane’s room undetected with no help from Shane. He had clung to Ilya the whole way down, making the trip to his room a hundred times harder than it needed to be. Ilya had to pin him against the wall sporting his most serious face to tell him to knock it off. They were in public and sober Shane would freak out if Ilya told him that the reason they were nearly found out was because Ilya had been enjoying Shane’s sudden and very open displays of affection a little too much.
But now they were in Shane’s room and no one had seen them, so Ilya would consider it a job well done. Except Shane still hasn’t let him go. In fact he’s even closer than he was before, if that was even possible. He slowly peeled Shane off of him, hearing groaning from Shane. He put him on the bed and took his shoes and clothes off. After leaving his clothes on a chair and the shoes by the door, he walks back into the room to find Shane sprawled out on the bed with a blissful look on his face. God he was pretty. Ilya tucked him in then stroked his hair out of his face. Shane nuzzled his hand and Ilya felt a calm settle over him.