It was game night in Toronto, Ontario and Shane had found himself in Ilya’s hotel room. again.

With a pant the hotel door opened, Shane rushing in and closing the door behind him all while making sure to be quite and hurried. Only when his fingers stopped fumbling with the lock did he turn to come face to face with Ilya who stood with his arms crossed, entertained by what was right in front of him.

“Is someone chasing you?” A thick Russian accent broke the panting silence, earning a sharp look from Shane and a slight scoff with his hand still on the door knob like he was worried someone would enter.

“I’m standing in the hallway like an idiot.” Shane spoke a matter of factly, gaze still hardened on Ilya but unable to stay that way for long.

Because in a single moment the air changed from tension of worrying someone would be outside to tension between only them two, something that had been occurring between them for years yet no one batted an eye, especially due to just how secretive they could both be.

Except with you.

And that door was far from locked.

“Are you sure you locked that door?” Ilya whispered just above Shane as the lock rattled, sharp eyes darting to the door not far from the king sized bed where he moved quicker than Shane could respond.

“Pretty Sure.” Shane whispered breathlessly but before he could fully comprehend the door had already opened and there you were stood, walking in like it was nothing , phone in hand, a bag of chips half eaten and eyes not even on the scene before you.