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Ilya huffed as he got dressed, he didn’t plan on leaving the penthouse. Even if it was Vegas and there was no shortage of clubs. But after Shane left Ilya wasn’t sure what else to do. So he took a shower and came out to see a flow of texts from teammates. He was going to ignore them until he saw Shane’s name mentioned. He quickly opens his texts.
Ryan: Roz! Coming out tonight?
Cliff: Rozy, you gotta come out.
Cliff: Metro’s captain is here and he’s shitfaced!
Cliff: Roz! Where are you man, you gotta see this. I don’t think Hollander has been drunk before.
Ilya: Where?
Once Ilya sent the text to Cliff he grabbed his wallet and jacket. He was tipsy enough from the vodka he’d already drank but not enough to get him really drunk yet. By the time he reaches the lobby, Cliff replies with which club they’re at. It’s easy enough, the hotel is on the Vegas strip. Shane must’ve gone to the first bar he saw.
But that’s what is confusing Ilya so much, Shane never drinks. Now that he thinks about it, the vodka he was sipping in the room was the most he’d seen Shane drink. He wasn’t sure what was wrong tonight, they seemed alright. It was a good fuck and Shane left like he always did. Nothing different.
When he walks into the club the speakers are blasting some American dance music that Ilya didn’t recognize. He didn’t care to, usually he would get into the music but tonight he’s on a mission. The dim lighting and large crowd makes it hard to see very much. He spots Ryan first and gives him a nod back in acknowledgment.
There’s still no sign of Shane by the time Ilya finds Cliff. “Rozy! You came!” Cliff yells over the music.
“Yes.” Ilya says. “I had to see drunk Hollander with my own eyes.”
“Oh yeah, he’s around here somewhere.” Cliff says. He takes a look around before he’s preoccupied with a brunette that he drapes his arm over. Ilya huffs and takes off leaving them to talk.
Ilya walks through the dance floor taking a look around. He thought he spotted Shane a few times, only for the strobing lights to give him a better look.
“Let’s fucking go!” He hears someone yell, the voice sounds familiar and makes Ilya turn around. He finds Shane standing off to the side, by one of the standing tables. He’s there with his teammate Pike and a group of girls. Though Pike isn’t paying much attention to the girls. Ilya suspects it’s the ring on his finger he’s being loyal to.
Shane on the other hand drinks back a shot, he makes a face as he swallows. Ilya can’t help but scoff. It’s when Shane lets out a loud “Whooo!” That he frowns. That was not like Shane at all.
Ilya doesn’t even realize he’s walking towards the table until he’s already there. “Rosanov.” Pike mutters.
“Pike.” Ilya spits. He’s not particularly fond of Hayden Pike and it’s very obvious the feeling is mutual.
“Rozy.” Shane giggles. Ilya looks at him and raises an eyebrow. “What’re ya doin’ out?”
Shane’s slurring his words so much it’s almost hard for Ilya to understand him. Even with his English getting better, Shane slurring was a new one.
“I should ask you.” Ilya says. He catches Hayden’s face in his periferial. “I did not think you drink, Hollander.”
“Why? Jealous?” Shane smirks. Ilya has to do everything he can to not pull Shane in and kiss him. The face he’s making is some how even more sexy than anything he’s made sober.
“Why jealous?” Hayden questions.
“He is drunk.” Ilya says.
“No shit.” Hayden laughs.
“The question is why are you drunk?” Ilya asks.
“Oh! Is this a good song?” Shane slurs. Ilya purses his lips when a blonde woman appears beside Shane.
“Dance with me?” She asks.
“He is busy.” Ilya says.
“Yeah.” Shane smiles. Ilya tries to hide how angry he feels right now. But he can’t do anything in public. Not without outing Shane to everyone. Ilya couldn’t care about himself, but he knows Shane is afraid of this secret of theirs getting out.
He watches Shane walking, more stumbling to the dance floor. Ilya sees Hayden near them and looks to right to see they left their drinks behind. Ilya looks around before he takes Shane’s, keeping it by him. He leaves Hayden’s before he rolls his eyes and takes that by him too.
Shane on the dance floor was something else. Ilya couldn’t help by grimace as he watched Shane dancing. He’s not even sure they were dance moves. More like a two step swaying with his hands in the air. Ilya nearly chokes on air trying to not grin. He covers his mouth, though he’s not sure if it’s in horror of the horrible dance moves or to keep from laughing.
Even the blonde he was dancing with laughs and walks away. Shane is too drunk to notice, still dancing in the crowd. If you could call it dancing. One thing Ilya is sure of, is it’s a good thing that Shane is good looking. Otherwise he’d be completely hopeless.
Ilya sees a waiter coming by and he waves him over. He hands off Shane and Hayden’s drinks. They won’t be finishing it, not after Ilya leaves them anyway. Once he gets rid of them he grabs the hand of a woman that’s been eyeing him for the last few minutes. He needs a cover to get close to Shane.
Ilya bites the inside of his cheek when Shane sees him dancing. Shane has his pouty look on his face. Now that he’s drunk he’s got zero sense to even try to hide anything. Ilya keeps his eye on Shane while he dances with the woman. He can feel the smirk ever so slightly on the corner of his mouth before he catches himself.
Shane turns around and storms off, as much as he can storm off while staggering. “Hey, Shane!” Hayden calls, holding his arms out as he watches Shane leave. Ilya keeps his eye on Shane. He doesn’t go far, only to the bar to probably get another drink. Ilya isn’t a complete idiot, he finishes the dance with the woman.
He does keep an eye on Shane while he dances. Trying to keep up appearances. Doing his best to not think about how he was just balls deep in Shane just hours before. When he’s done and leaves the woman to return to her friends he goes over to Shane. He’s been watching some guy talking with Shane, Ilya hates how close he’s getting to Shane.
“Come on, man.” Hayden says over the music. Ilya sees how Hayden’s trying to get the guy to back up. “He’s just drunk.”
“What is wrong?”
“We’re fine.” Hayden says. Ilya grimaces and based on Hayden’s sour expression he’s not hiding as well as he thought.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” The man puts his hand on Shane’s arm.
“Man, lay off, he's not gay.” Hayden raises his voice. Ilya can see how the guy’s grip on Shane’s arm is tight. Shane’s too drunk to notice.
Ilya takes a hold of Shane’s arm and a sharp grip on the man’s hand to make him let go. Ilya doesn’t think before he speaks in Russian. “Back off before I make you.”
“What are you, his mother?” The man scowls.
“Get lost.” Ilya orders.
Ilya knows that when he wants to, how dangerous his looks can get. Svetlana always said if looks could kill Ilya would find a way. The guy scoffs, he turns away. But Ilya doesn’t miss the hint of fear flashing in the man’s eyes.
“M’fwine.” Shane slurs, Ilya isn’t even sure if he understands him. “Don’t need’a knight’n shining armour.”
“I could’ve done that.” Hayden pouts.
“Okay.” Ilya says.
“I could’ve.” Hayden repeats.
“Okay.” Ilya says.
“Why’d you do that?” Shane slurs.
“You need go home.” Ilya says.
“We’re fine.” Hayden says.
“Oh are you?” Ilya snaps. Hayden looks taken back.
“Like you care!” Shane argues. Ilya looks at him, his eyes glazed over. “You just wanted a quick fuck, right?”
“Hollander.” Ilya warns.
“What are you talking about?” Hayden asks.
“Nothing.” Ilya says.
“That’s all it was.” Shane slurs. His voice is getting louder. Ilya looks around and he sees some people including Hayden noticing. “That’s all I was!”
“You’re drunk.” Ilya says.
“Fuck you, Rosanov.”
“Okay.” Ilya grabs his arm. “Let’s go.”
“Hey, where are you taking him?” Hayden rushes in front of them.
“Look at him. He is drunk. He needs to sleep.” Ilya argues. He doesn’t wait for an answer as he sidesteps Hayden. He keeps a firm grip on Shane.
“Where we going?” Shane mumbles.
“You’re going to sleep.” Ilya says. He can see a few people staring as they leave.
Ilya pulls Shane’s hood up to try to cover who he’s dragging out of the club. More to keep their secret than for anything else. “Is that all I am?” Shane asks, much louder than he should.
“Would you be quiet?” Ilya mumbles.
“No!” Shane scoffs. Ilya looks around, he sees an empty hallway and there’s no one really paying attention. He lifts Shane up, throwing him over his shoulder. “Hey, let me go.”
“Shut up.” Ilya orders. He can feel Shane hitting his back, he can’t help but grin. Shane being so drunk his punches don’t feel like much. “You are making scene.”
“Put me down.” Shane orders.
“Relax.” Ilya sighs. “Elevator right there.”
“Rozy.” Shane mumbles. “Let me go.”
Ilya ignores Shane’s ramblings the whole ride up. Most of it is so slurred Ilya can’t even understand it. By the time they get in the penthouse, Ilya goes straight to the bathroom. He puts Shane down and steadies him.
“Who said you—” Shane bends over and Ilya guides him to the toilet. Ilya rubs a small circle on Shane’s back while he grimaces at the smell. He knew that would happen the second he put Shane upside down.
He waits for Shane to be done being sick. When Shane finally sits back leaning against the wall Ilya stands up and gets a washcloth. He wets it and rings it out, crouching down and he starts wiping Shane’s face. Shane’s eyes are still glossy, but he’s a bit more alert than he was.
“We didn’t even kiss.” Shane mumbles.
“What?” Ilya asks.
“We fucked, but we didn’t even kiss.” Shane mumbles.
“I did not kiss you so you get drunk?” Ilya asks. Shane puts his head down, he has to be exhausted. “Come, you go bed.”
He lifts Shane to his feet and guides him to the sink. There’s no toothbrush for him but he helps Shane rinse his mouth. Once he gets him to bed he starts undressing him to get him out of the dirty clothes. Leaving his underwear on he pulls the covers up and Shane closes his eyes.
“Sleep.”
“Love you.” Shane mutters. Ilya freezes and stares at Shane as Shane’s breath evens out.
When he finally makes himself move he tucks the blanket around Shane. He gets himself undressed and goes around to the other side of the bed and lays down. He keeps a distance from Shane, not because he doesn’t want to hold him. But because he doesn’t know if Shane would want him to touch him and he’s not about to wake him to ask.
He’s not sure what to do about what Shane said. They have had hookups, not in the last six months, but that’s all they were. That’s all they could ever be. Ilya could feel the exhaustion setting in but his racing thoughts didn’t let him sleep. The main thought that haunted him was what if Shane meant it? Did he actually love him?
Did Ilya treating him like every other hookup make him turn to drinking to cope? Shane was an adult, they both were. But Shane never chose to drink. Ilya had seen him have a sip here or there. But never get this drunk. So drunk he nearly spilled their secret to anyone that would listen.
Before Ilya notices he’s waking up to Shane groaning. Ilya opens his eyes and looks around, the morning sun shining in. Ilya squints and gets up. He finds the remote and hits the button to close the blinds. Shane buries his face in the pillow.
“I will get you water.” Ilya says.
“Rosanov?” Shane questions. He lifts his head and Ilya smirks at how messy Shane’s hair is. He grabs bottle of water from the shelf by the window.
“Here.” Ilya holds out the water. Shane fully sits up and he takes the water. “You will be sick.”
“What time is it?” Shane mumbles. He takes a sip grimacing.
Ilya looks for his phone and picks it up from his pants pocket. “Is almost nine.”
“In the morning?” Shane exclaims.
“Yes.” Ilya nods.
“Shit. Fuck.” Shane pushes the blankets off and looks around. Ilya holds out his arm to show Shane where he folded his clothes for him. “I’m supposed to be in my room. Hayden, oh fuck.”
“What do you remember?” Ilya asks.
“Fuck if I know.” Shane winces as he gets dressed. “Why am I even here?”
“You were too drunk to go home. My hotel closer.” Ilya explains. Really Ilya didn’t want to take care of Shane with Hayden around.
“I gotta go.” Shane runs a hand through his hair. Ilya walks over to the dresser and takes his sunglasses. He holds them out to Shane.
“You remember nothing?” Ilya asks.
“No, I went to the club with Hayden and the rest is a blur.” Shane says. He closes his eyes and Ilya is sure he doesn’t feel good.
“Sunglasses will help. Drink lots of water.” Ilya instructs. He takes the sunglasses back and puts them on Shane. “Text me later.”
“Thanks.” Shane whispers. Ilya leans in and places a soft kiss on Shane’s forehead.
Shane waits a moment before he turns around and rushes out. Ilya watches the door close. He doesn’t want to tell Shane about his drunken confession. Ilya had stayed up thinking about it half the night. He flops back onto the bed and stares at the ceiling.
He’s already decided that when they get there, he wants to be the one to say I love you first. This time didn’t count because Shane was drunk and didn’t remember. He picks up his phone and starts looking for some recipes for next time. Finding something that Shane could eat. He’s reading over the tuna melt recipe while he makes a mental note to buy some ginger ale for Shane when he gets home.