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Shane spent the rest of the day walking on eggshells. He was so afraid to crack Ilya again that he let most things slide. He ate lunch without question, he helped with a few chores, and even took the dick like a good girl. Although he couldn’t say he complained too much about those things. They ranged from normal to downright enjoyable. And he was trying to do his best to allow himself joy when it came instead of starving it off in the name of being stubborn.
Ilya had asked Shane to make the bed with the sheets he had washed right before dinner, and Shane once again had no problem with this. Ilya was gathering dinner for them, and what better thing for Shane to contribute than making sure where they ate was nice and clean. He imagined they wouldn’t always eat there, but he wanted it clean anyway. If you squinted, they almost seemed like a domestic little team doing it all. But they weren’t a team; they were on opposite sides.
When Shane finished the bedding, Ilya still wasn’t there. Shane frowned, unsure what to do or how long it’d take. In an ideal world, he’d go downstairs and see for himself, maybe even offer to help. But he was still stuck in this room. He had to imagine one day he’d get access to more of the house, too, but clearly not today.
He stepped over to the door and tested the doorknob. Locked. He couldn’t go even if he wanted to, but once again, the memories of how fragile this day was played in his head, and he knew trying to escape would go badly. Not just if he got caught for his own sake, but for Ilya’s sake if he didn’t catch him, or maybe even if he did. He needed some stability right now, and while Shane might not like his life here, it was at the very least stable and predictable.
Ilya was so good at remembering the lock, probably even more careful today when he was feeling so vulnerable and needed Shane most. But one day, he’d have to slip up, and Shane would just need to keep checking until it happened. Patient, but persistent. Two things he could be, especially with the stakes this high.
The door suddenly started to jangle, and Shane knew it was Ilya on the other side, unlocking it. He didn’t wanna be caught this close to the door, though, scared even the implication would fuck things up. He rushed back over to the freshly made bed, wig hair flying all around as he jumped on top of the mattress, trying to look casual, smiling at the door like it was scripted that way.
When Ilya came in the door, he saw her smiling and smiled right back, tray in his hands. Still one plate with enough food for them both. Ilya had once mentioned to him that it wasn’t just about the control after being accused, but about how married couples shared everything, even this. Ilya didn’t seem to mind it the way Shane did, but maybe that just came from the fact that Ilya still had all the control over it, so it wasn’t truly equal.
“Hello, my love,” Ilya greeted, walking over. “Thank you for doing the bed.”
That was one tbhing Shane always noticed. It didn;t matter if he demanded or asked you to do something, he always appreciated it in what5 seemed a genuine way. He’d say thank you, making Shane at least feel a bit more human in their interactions. Besides, he’d never admit it, but he was a sucker for praise. Too bad the blush on his face spoke for itself.
“Thank you for making dinner,” Shane replied civilly, knowing full well Ilya wouldn’t have it any other way. “What’s for dinner anyway?”
“I made spaghetti,” Ilya smiled down at him as he handed him the tray to hold as he slipped onto their bed, such an intimate place to do things, surely not coincidental that they were always here.
Shane cringed a bit at that. Not because it wouldn’t taste good. Ilya was a great chef, and how bad could you really mess up spaghetti anyway? But the calories. More and more control lost on those with each and every meal. He tried to justify it by saying the more strength the better, but sometimes when things got really carby, it came back to him.
He put on a smile as he took the tray, nodding, trying not to look that pained. He didn’t need a lecture on eating well for the baby. The baby that didn’t even exist… at least he hoped.
Shane expected Ilya to take the tray back right when he got in next to him, already in the middle of handing it over, when he stopped to look at Ilya. He wasn’t trying to take the tray. He wasn’t even looking at the tray. Or Shane, like he always did. He was looking at his phone! (Shane was totally not jealous.)
Shane couldn’t help but frown. Not from disappointment, certainly never that, but from curiosity. Ilya wasn’t usually on his phone in front of Shane. He wasn’t usually on his phone at all, always focusing on things for them and their life, not outside of it. He felt like he needed to know what was so important.
“Ilya?” He asked, hoping to not have to beg for the attention he deserved right now.
“Yes, baby?” He asked, not even looking up as he continued to type.
“What’s so important on your phone?” He asked him.
Ilya finally looked up at Shane, and Shane wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to focus on him again or if he just so happened to finish whatever he was doing.
The man smiled, moving a hand up to ruffle Shane’s wigged hair in adoration. “You are so precious.”
Shane grimaced. He just asked a question. Not everything he did was cute, dammit.
“I’m serious,” Shane let him know. “Why can’t you tell me?”
“I can tell you, is not a secret,” Ilya told him. “There are no secrets between us.”
Shane wanted to toll his eyes. That might be how Ilya wanted to do things, but Shane still had control of that, even if not much else. Sure, he was honest sometimes, but that was because it was his choice. These rules weren’t something he’d follow, and not something Ilya would be able to know much about anyway. He couldn’t read his mind like he read like Wikipedia pages.
“Then tell me.”
“Fiesty girl,” Ilya laughed. “But is just group chat with the team.”
Shane’s stomach twirled, thinking of his own team’s group chat. He didn’t like to text in it too much; the guys often talked about things he didn’t care much for, but he liked having the option. He also liked getting to just scroll through it sometimes and see what was going on. They had to miss him, right? Had to wonder when he’d be back, the same way Shane did. He was officially jealous of Ilya Rozanov.
“I’ve never seen you on there before…”
“I have not been on too much during my break, first having to deal with the bad stuff, then having to deal with the good stuff- Yes, my солнечный свет that means you. Just got back to it today.” He explained.
“Oh,” Shane said, wondering if they missed and wondered about Ilya the way he imagined his own team did, even if they probably had more clarity on Ilya’s situation than Shane’s.
“They invited me out tonight since tomorrow is my first practice back, like as to celebrate.”
Shane nodded slowly. “But you aren’t going?”
“I never said that.”
Shane frowned. Ilya was going to leave him? Sure, he’d done that before, but usually for things that were super important. Things that had to happen. Not for things he could blow off.
“So you’re going?”
Ilya finally took the tray from Shane as he put his phone on the nightstand. He grabbed a fork and took some of the food for himself.
He started to talk with his mouth partially full, a total Ilya thing to do. “Yes, I think so.”
“Why?”
Ilya looked at Shane like he was foreign. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Shane had to know his reputation. Even if he was no longer a ladies' man since marrying Svetlana, he’d always been a bit of a wild child. A party animal. The captain of not just his team, but of all their celebrating. Besides, this was literally in his honor! How could he say no?
“You just usually don’t leave me…” Shane said, feeling like a needy little priss, but needing to say it.
“Will not be too bad,” Ilya told him. “You have whole room and whole night to do whatever you like. Besides, I thought you might like some time away from me.”
Usually, Shane would agree. But he was, on one hand, a bit offended that the man who claimed to love him so much wanted to leave him on their last night before schedules changed, and on the other hand, it just made him nervous. Being alone was tempting, maybe even dangerous. What if he tried to escape and got caught, or hurt, or something else? It wasn’t like the door wouldn’t surely be locked.
That’s when it hit him, though. Escaping this room? Felt impossible. Felt complex. Felt risky. But escaping some club? That felt a lot more doable.
For starters, Ilya wouldn’t have all the control. It was a public place, and unless he was going to shell out thousands on private security at each door, there had to be a crack for Shane to slip out of. Then there was the fact he’d be surrounded by his friends. The perfect distraction from keeping his eyes on Shane. The team could even comfort him when he realized he was gone, so he wasn’t left to break down all alone, like Shane (for some twisted reason) couldn’t stomach the idea of.
Suddenly, he didn’t want Ilya to stay, but the opposite. He wanted to go along with him. Seeing it like the light at the end of the tunnel, he’d been searching through.
Shane opened his mouth to speak when Ilya raised a twirling fork of pasta to his lips. Shane was going to be good right now. Knew it was his best chance. So he took the food without even whining like he normally would. He chewed it slowly, napkin up to his mouth to catch some of the sauce.
“Ilya?” He asked again, delicately, purposefully pushing the feminine tone he could reach for leverage on him.
“Yes, my love?”
“Do you think maybe I could go with you?” He asked, fully leaning into it now and batting his eyelashes at him.
Ilya looked confused for a second, like he wasn’t sure why Shane was asking. “You want to go out with my team?”
“Yeah!”
“As girl?”
Shane almost stuttered, but recovered with the best confidence he could. “Why not?”
Ilya scoffed, knowing every single reason Shane wouldn’t want that. “I do not think is good idea.”
Shane frowned, a slight whine falling out of his mouth as Ilya tried to silence him with another forkful of noodles. Shane didn’t normally talk with his mouth open, and he certainly knew the other wouldn’t consider it ‘lady-like’, but he did anyway.
“Why not?” his voice muffled.
“Well, for starters, is for team,” Ilya told him. “Boys’ night out, you know?”
“You don’t want a night out with your girl?” Shane pulled every string, even bringing his hand to Ilya’s chest, right where the buttons opened up, playing with a little of his chest hair sensually.
Ilya smiled, loving the idea, and making Shane get hopeful for a moment. But he had too good of self control. “One day, yes, but not tonight.”
“Why not?” he pouted like a little kid.
“I don’t think it is a good idea right now,” Ilya laid it all out for her.
“Why not?” She pressed, whining even more.
“Well, for starters, I can’t trust you,” Ilya said, nearly cooing at how cute the sad face Shane made was. “Cheer up, милая, one day….”
“But you can trust me!” He begged, even if he figured Ilya wasn’t stupid enough to believe that. He needed another way to persuade, something that would make him think without his mind. Maybe even think with his dick. That gave him an idea. “And, baby, you just got me all those really pretty dresses, I could wear one, would look so sexy for you!”
Shane was absolutely desperate enough, and sure enough of the plan he had working, that he’d wear anything in that closet Ilya wanted if it got him there. Including the obscene lingerie. It was a price he’d pay for freedom.
Sure, it’d be embarrassing as hell, being on his arm to start and being shown off to the whole team as Ilya’s girl now. He knew all the Raiders, and they knew him, which only made it worse. But they’d see it all on the news the next day wehn he escaped, that it wasn’t of his own free will. That the only one who needed to be embarrassed was Ilya! Desperate and deranged. Headed for jail.
Shane shifted his whole body, moving the tray and straddling Ilya’s lap. He was currently still in his yoga clothes from the day, liking them more than most of the stuff in the closet. He was sure that when he moved, Ilya could feel his cage grind against his dick. He needed that dick to start getting convinced this was a good idea, and soon.
He leaned in and kissed Ilya, tasting the tomato sauce on his tongue. “Please?” He begged, sultry and sweet, like the most innocent girl in the world who just wanted to be with her man for the night.
Ilya appreciated the effort, loved her weight in his lap, and her tongue in his mouth. But as much as it would be fun, he wasn’t stupid. If he waited long enough, he could have it for real one day, without the threat of losing it all. He knew Shane had one thing on his mind still, even if he was mostly good that day.
“No,” Ilya told him. “No more discussion.”
“But-”
“Shayna,” Ilya’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t be brat.”
Shane didn’t let go of Ilya’s anymore than he let go of his hope. For him, it wasn’t over until Ilya was out that door.
“But, Ilyaaaa,” He whined theatrically.
“What is this even about? You hate to go to clubs,” Ilya tried to play along a little bit. “Why is this so important, huh?”
Shane wasn’t sure how to explain that without diving into the truth, so he sat there, perched on Ilya’s lap like a dumb little daisy.
“Oh,” Ilya’s eyes made a look of realization that Shane was unsure of. Did he see through it? Or was this something else? “I know what this is about.”
“You do?” Shane worried a little.
“Yes, I do,” He told her. “You are worried I am going to go out and get frisky with somebody else.”
Shane’s mouth hung open, astonished. Was he really insinuating that Shane wanted to go because he was possessive of Ilya? No fuckign way. Although he would appreciate it if he kept his dick out of other people's, for the sake of STDs more than being possessive.
“What?” Shaen breathed.
“You are worried I am going to cheat on my precious girl,” Ilay continued, holding her face gently. “You are jealous, but is for no good reason, because the only one I want is you. Haven’t I proven that?”
“You….I mean…”
“Shhh,” Ilya hushed her, stilling her emotions. “I love you, okay? I will be good boy for you. I just need you to stay here and be good girl for me, alright?”
“But-”
“Shane,” Ilya chastised. “What did I just say about bratting?”
Shane pouted, for real this time. “Not to be one….”
“Exactly,” Ilya told her. “Now promise me you will be a good girl so we can finish up dinner before I have to go.”
Shane swallowed, watching Ilya scoot him off of his lap to make room for the tray again, breaking a little piece of his heart as he did it. There was no more room for arguing. Here was there? Only more biding time until he could argue his way there.
“I’ll be a good girl,” Shane sighed, defeated and embarrassed.
“Good,” Ilya took her hand and kissed it. “Will be back before midnight, and if you are not tired by then, you can feel free to put on one of your new dresses just for me, да?”
Shane’s head hung, knowing that wasn’t going to happen, along with everything he wanted to. But he gave it a good try, right? He’d just need to keep trying.