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Steam whiffs into the bedroom as the bathroom door opens with Shane's figure parading inside. Ilya eyes his boyfriend up and down, observing the rivulets of water dripping from his jet black hair, to the ones cascading down his body. Ilya's gaze reverts back to Shane's face after he makes an amused noise when he notices Ilya has been eyefucking him again.
Christ, the drive of this man.
Shane plops down right next to Ilya on their bed, skin still slightly damp. "I'm beat. I think I'm gonna be sore in the morning."
Ilya only laughs, wrapping his arms around Shane and leaving slimy kisses on his shoulder. "I was gentle tonight, no?"
"You were before you started folding me in half like a lawn chair."
"A lawn chair," Ilya parrots with a laugh. He leans in to steal a kiss from his boyfriend. "I got excited. Your parents accept us being together, like lovers—"
"Ilya," Shane warns, no bite in his tone.
Ilya smiles before he corrects himself. "Boyfriend and boyfriend. I have never felt this happy before."
Shane loves the way Ilya's eyes sparkle like that. He cracks a smile. "I can see stars in your eyes."
"Russians do not have stars in their eyes," Ilya deadpans for a split second before Shane's mouth is on his again.
A minute ago, Shane had just complained about being tired and beat, but he immediately climbed back into Ilya's lap. Their lips lock around each other and make these sinful noises that directly go into both of their dicks. Or at least that's how it normally goes. Tonight, Shane is absolutely spent. He breaks the kiss and lies back down on the mattress.
"Ugh. I should've stretched my hamstrings," Shane groans as he feels his legs cramp up. "You bent me in half, Rozanov."
Ilya only laughs again before spooning Shane. "You loved it."
Shane did, but he didn't want that compliment to go through his boyfriend's head. They giggle—except Ilya chuckled, because Russians do not giggle—under the sheets as their limbs intertwine.
"You know what's funny?"
"What is?" Ilya muttered, dangerously close to dozing off.
"We've been hooking up with each other for ten years, but you probably don't know I have a twin brother."
That immediately wakes Ilya up. "Wait. Seriously?"
Shane only laughs at his reaction. "His name is Hudson."
"You're not fucking with me. Are you, Shane?"
"No, I'm definitely not," Shane laughs before scrambling to grab his phone on the nightstand. "Here, look."
They both scroll to older pictures of Shane and... someone who looks just like Shane!
Ilya couldn't stop staring at the images. There are many pictures of Shane and Shane 2. There are many family photos with Yuna and David in them. There are photos where it's just the twins, with a more wacky-looking Shane always holding the camera. Looking at these photos, Ilya could tell who his Shane was—the one with kind eyes, the one with an awkward demeanor, and the one who was redder than the other Shane. But they literally look so alike, it's like his splitting image.
"This is fucking crazy."
Shane plays with Ilya's curls as he watches his boyfriend scroll through his gallery. "He's an actor."
"How come I don't know about this? He's not on your Wikipedia page!" Ilya points out.
"Well, knowing how tech-savvy he is, he's probably made it his life mission to keep editing himself out of the site," Shane answers matter-of-factly before it dawns on him. "Wait, you've checked my Wikipedia?"
"Was just research back in the day," Ilya feigns nonchalantly, but still makes Shane smile and blush all the same. "Seriously though, if he is an actor, then why don't more people know?"
"Everybody in Canada knows I have a twin, Ilya."
"Oh, so it is boring Canadian secret? Figures," Ilya jokes. Nothing about this revelation has been boring. He keeps staring at the photos, still bewildered. "You're really telling me this isn't photoshopped?"
Shane couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Where would I have the time? You're fucking ridiculous."
Ilya pouts before he finds himself being kissed again.
Ilya is surprised to feel an empty spot next to him. His eyes open to see a Shane-shaped imprint on the sheets, immediately feeling a little sad, before he could hear a sizzling pan from a different room. Ilya smiles to himself dopily. He didn't know how he'd gotten so, so lucky to date Shane, to actually have him like this. Even if it's a secret. Even if it's through Shane's stupid real estate see-through cottage, where people could easily gawk at them being domestically sappy.
He leaves the bed a mess and saunters down the kitchen, sneakily eyeing Shane as he cooks something on the stove. He looks at his boyfriend diligently cooking something for them. God, he can't wait until he could get to marry this man someday. The smell of coffee from a singular mug—did Shane not make coffee for him? —immediately greets his senses. Ilya will remember that detail and pout about it later, but right now, he just misses the boring Canadian's body heat.
Ilya leaves a rather filthy kiss on Shane's nape as he wraps his arms around his waist firmly. "Good morning, sweetheart."
"Ilya, have you—oh my god!" Shane screams bloody murder from across the room.
Ilya immediately turns his head to see another Shane—wait a fucking minute—wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, standing near where the bathroom was. His brows are furrowed, his face contorted with shock. Oh fuck, that was probably his Shane.
He looks at the clothed Shane (?) around his arms and notices the differences immediately. The smattering of tattoos on his arms, the lack of freckles on his face—or anywhere else—and the slightly crazed look in his eyes.
This was Shane's twin brother, Hudson.
Oh, fuck. The former was definitely his Shane.
"Well, good morning to me, too?" Hudson laughs, giving the Russian a cheeky look. Ilya gasps loudly before maintaining a good distance between the two brothers. "I'm guessing this is the news you have to tell me about, right Shane?"
"What the fuck are you doing in my cottage?!" Shane yells at his twin brother.
"Making breakfast? Like how I always do?" Hudson waves the couple off, returning to his scrambled eggs on the pan. "I mean, if I knew you had someone over, I definitely wouldn't have barged in, but we didn't exactly make a secret code in case we brought people over to the cottage, huh? Now's probably a good time, Shane... Oh, speaking of time—"
Ilya's brows raise as he continues to listen to Hudson talk a mile a minute, slowly turning his head towards Shane. Shane is fuming and red, with his brows furrowed in embarrassment—and probably jealousy. Their eyes meet with Ilya shuffling towards him, refreshingly awkward, and Shane only sighs as he mentally looks for five things he can see, four things he can feel, and three things he can hear. The tension leaves his shoulders immediately when he feels Ilya touch him.
"Mom and Dad probably already told you this yesterday, but we sort of guessed you were—wait, did you move the plates?" Hudson starts to open drawers.
Shane sighs, maintaining his composure. "No, they're in the upper left cabinets..."
"Oh, thanks," Hudson successfully acquires a plate. "Anyways, as I was saying, we all thought you were gay. I sort of just waited for you to tell me, didn't know it was gonna take this long."
Shane rolls his eyes.
"I also didn't know it was going to be with Ilya Rozanov, are you fucking kidding?" Hudson lets out an amused laugh. Ilya grins at the acknowledgement, which made Shane glare daggers at him. Ilya's grin shrinks into a curt smile.
"It's exactly why I couldn't tell anybody yet," Shane groans, squeezing the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not blaming you," Hudson whistles. "Fucking your archrival sounds tempting—"
"Okay, get the fuck out of my kitchen—"
Shane decides to get busy in the kitchen. Ilya was worried if he was uncomfortable having Hudson around, but Shane only shrugged and affirmed that he's used to Hudson's antics by now. They were brothers, after all. They will get under each other's skin, and apparently, Hudson's love language towards him meant being a little annoying towards his little brother—even though their birth order is debatable.
"Were you jealous when I kissed him instead of you?" Ilya teases, trying to test the waters of Shane's mood.
"You wish," Shane lies obviously by turning red. Ilya captures his lips anyway and kisses him deeply.
"Am making up for it?" Ilya asks as he pulls away.
"Mm, not enough. I'm gonna need more later," Shane teases back. Ilya is already wrapped around his finger like that. "Go meet my brother, I'd love my boyfriend to know him."
And Ilya was quick to follow Shane's orders. He joins Hudson outside near the grill, who is happily eating his breakfast.
"Hey man," Hudson greets. He offers his half-eaten plate. "Wanna bite?"
"No thanks, Shane is making me something," Ilya laughs as he sits down. "Sorry for kissing you earlier. You are Hudson, yes?"
"Yup, Hudson Williams, nice to meet you." Hudson and Ilya shake hands.
"Wait, Williams? Are you not a Hollander?"
"Well, I am..." Hudson glances upward, actively forming a thought. "But Hudson Hollander is an alliterative actor name, so I go by Williams."
Ilya doesn't know what alliterative means, but he thinks he gets it. Hudson Hollander sounds like a mouthful.
"And you are the hot Russian Boston Raiders Captain Ilya Rozanov."
"Da, yes," Ilya sports his crooked smirk, the one that flutters butterflies in Shane's stomach. "And I am dating your twin brother."
Hudson mirrors his smirk similarly. "Duh, I can still feel the ghost of your lips on my neck, dude. You're a fucking freak."
For the first time in his life, Ilya feels extremely awkward about it. He laughs it off instead. "My bad."
"It's cool, I'm over it," Hudson laughs, successfully wiping the smirk off Ilya's face. "Shane's crazy about you."
"Really?" Ilya already knows that to be true. It feels different when those words come from Shane's twin brother.
Hudson chews on his eggs. "From that kiss alone, man, I can tell. Your tongue—"
"Let's not talk about that anymore—"
"Nah, I'm trying to tell you he's obsessed with you!" Hudson grins after he swallows a mouthful. "I know how he was with his exes. He doesn't act that way with you, you know."
Is he talking about Rose Landry, or were there girls before Ilya was in the picture? Ilya's mind wanders; he can vaguely remember Shane mentioning his romantic history, but they were still hooking up at the time, and Ilya didn't give two fucks back then. Although if there were other girls, Shane's use of his tongue and cheeks during his first blowjob made sense.
"He was different with Rose then, yes?" Ilya asks.
"Oh, I never got to meet Rose like that. But I met his ex-girlfriends before, Jessica was one of them," Hudson replies. "He always looked stiff, you know? His flat affect's a different story, but in general, he was just..." Hudson trails off, snapping his fingers to recall to the best of his ability.
"Unhappy?" Ilya supplies.
"Oh yeah. Unsatisfied too, like he's always masking. Glad to see my little brother found someone that can help him unmask, he looks at you with a lot of love, dude."
That, Ilya knows. How Shane's eyes light up when Ilya makes a joke, how his pupils expand when they're eye to eye talking about future plans, how his beautiful brown eyes shine with emotions when his face and body can't convey them.
"He also looks at you like he just wants to be a little omega bottom boy right now, dude," Hudson comments monotonously.
"...What?" Ilya's thought bubble bursts when he hears Hudson. What the fuck is an omega?
"I also look like that when I want to be fucked, dude. I monitor my acting with a mirror. Look, I can act as Shane too!" Before Ilya could say no thanks—and also ask him what the hell an omega was, Hudson had already started.
Aside from the very visible tattoos Hudson has, Ilya's brain cannot comprehend the instant change right before his eyes. His posture, his microexpressions, his mannerisms, even his eyes, they're all very Shane. A chill runs down his spine with goosebumps running across his limbs.
"Rozanov, you're a fun player to watch," Hudson's voice seamlessly matches Shane's timbre.
"Holy shit," Ilya holds his breath.
"I'm a big fan. Your backhand skills are amazing, it makes me wonder..." Hudson-as-Shane trails off. "If there are other things your hands are good at?"
As if he's sensing Ilya's incoming distress, Shane walks out with two plates of eggs and hotdogs. Ilya's plate has leftover pasta from yesterday, a recipe from Yuna that he loved.
"Hudson, you're scaring my boyfriend. Lay off him," he scoffs amusedly, just like how he reacted when Ilya heard a loon for the first time. Shane's foot nudges Ilya's under the table, a silent sign telling the other they're alright—it's just his twin brother anyway. Ilya has to bite the inside of his cheeks to fight off a forming smile, endeared by the gesture.
"Ooh, have you told him about that one time we fooled Mom and the Rolex team?" Hudson starts enthusiastically.
"You what?" Ilya asks, his body turning to Shane.
"Hudson and I bet who was going to win between Montreal and Boston back in 2014. He bet I was gonna lose, but I didn't, so he took my place filming this ad for Rolex," Shane supplies while he eats. "I needed to be in a full suit anyway, so his tattoos were concealed."
"Whoa, that Rolex ad?! You're joking," Ilya almost exclaimed. He remembered watching that ad almost obsessively, staring at Shane's—er, Hudson's?—cheeks way too closely to be considered normal. "I knew your freckles looked off!"
It's Hudson's turn to be shocked. He shoots the two of them a knowing look. "Oh, so this has been a thing since...?"
Shane turns red at the implication that Ilya watched that ad way too closely, and he didn't want to open that can of worms Hudson brought up again. "Can we just eat, please?" Shane sighs, hoping the conversation doesn't open.
Hudson would laugh at him for being involved in a ten-year situationship.
"I've got a chemistry read on Zoom tonight, so I'm off," Hudson says as he picks up his stuff by the entrance.
"Good luck, I hope you get the part," Shane says. "Don't forget your keys."
"Oop, got them," Hudson quickly retrieves the keys sitting on a coffee table. He takes one last look at the couple waiting for him to leave. "It was nice meeting you, Ilya."
"Was nice meeting you too, Hudson," Ilya smiles, his arm draped around Shane's waist.
"Take care of him for me, 'kay?" Hudson returns a smile before his face morphs into something more sinister. "Hurt my brother and I'll skin you alive, Rozanov."
The door shuts close and Hudson's car drives off into the distance. Ilya stands in silence, stunned as his eyes meet Shane's. Shane almost laughs as he cradles Ilya's face with both of his hands.
"You're so scared," Shane says, his eyes switching from looking at Ilya's gorgeous eyes to his majestic heart-shaped lips.
"Your brother is like a maniac," Ilya nervously laughs. "Gave me chills. He can impersonate you well."
"Sorry about him, he's a freak," Shane gives Ilya a chaste peck on the lips.
Ilya follows Shane's movement and manages to deepen the kiss, running the tip of his tongue across the seam of Shane's lips. Shane pliantly parts his mouth open, his tongue greeting Ilya's, the warm, wet feeling turning his knees to jelly. Without breaking the kiss, they both carefully maneuver each other without bumping into an appliance, already memorizing the cottage in a week. The back of Shane's knees meet the couch before the two of them fall unceremoniously. Ilya pulls away from the kiss to laugh, with Shane following suit.
"That hurt," Shane giggled in his place, stuck between the couch cushions and the mass of hard muscle on Ilya.
Ilya leaves filthy kisses along the line of Shane's jaw before moving to maul his neck. He licks a stripe of skin where Shane is most sensitive, before closing his lips and sucking with a wet noise. Shane keens, rutting his hips on Ilya's thigh. Ilya leaves a small kiss on that same spot before meeting Shane's lips again.
"Did that make up for kissing your twin brother on the neck?" Ilya jokes.
"Ugh, stop mentioning him. I'm gonna go soft," Shane pants. "Now I need more than just a kiss."
"What does my Shane want?" Ilya teases, caressing Shane's face gently with his thumb.
Shane sees an opportunity and strikes.
Shane topples Ilya over the couch, and Ilya watches as Shane's demeanor changes. His posture is relaxed, his body is less tense, and his eyes are suddenly charged with this unpredictable manic energy. It scares the shit out of Ilya.
"I want you to bend me over and fuck me like the omega bottom boy I am," Shane-as-Hudson smirks, ironically pinning Ilya with an iron grip in place.
Ilya blanks as his hands grasp a freckled, tattooless Hudson on top of him. "I think I just went soft."
He got harder.