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“There is no have to. It’s home.” Ilya answered.
“Yeah but what if you came home with me?” Shane asked. Finally getting over himself and kissing Ilya. There was no reason he couldn’t be the one to initiate their kisses, he just got his brains fucked out of him.
After he pulled away, Shane stared into Ilya’s eyes which were full of conflict. “What’s going on? You didn’t even kiss me and now you won’t answer me.”
“Russia is my home. My whole family is there.”
“But maybe you need a break from Russia, come be with me and we can figure everything out.”
“You don’t get it.” Ilya sighed.
“Then tell me. You ignored me for months and now we’re here. Just talk to me.” Shane should be tired of begging but he would do anything for Ilya, anything to get him to stay.
“Fine, you want me to talk, then I’ll tell you. The Olympics were embarrassing, we were in Russia and we didn’t even make it to quarterfinals. We should have won it. And then on top of that my dad is losing his mind. He keeps forgetting I’m in America and that my mother is dead. The only thing he can remember is that my hockey is an embarrassment to my country. And my brother keeps blowing through the money I send him and demanding more. And now you’re whining about me not kissing you enough. I don’t need this.” Ilya took another puff of his cigarette, hoping that would be enough to push Shane away.
Shane sighed. “The Olympics did suck but it wasn’t your fault. Winning and losing is a team effort. You played great, you can play good hockey, Ilya Rozanov levels of hockey and still lose because you are only one person on a team of twenty five.” Shane paused, kissing Ilya's pec. “Is your dad sick? I can come with you to take care of him, whatever you need me to do I will.” He kissed him again. “Do you need me to kick your brother's ass? Or at least lay down the law?”
“Like you could kick his ass?” Ilya chuckled, tears in his eyes. He didn’t understand what he did to have this boy so in love with him. Why weren’t his scare tactics working?
“I would if you needed me to. Please let me help you, if I can’t help, let me ask my parents to help you. Please.” Shane begged, he couldn’t go through another six months of nothing. He needed this man and he wasn’t afraid of it. “Please. Let me come home with you. We can work this out.”
Ilya couldn’t give an answer, too busy blinking away tears before nodding. He finally gave in and allowed himself to kiss Shane. He couldn’t remember why he was depriving himself of this for so long. He deserved to kiss the man he loved, even if his country thought he was an embarrassment to the hockey federation.