Title: A Thousand Pairs of Socks
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Length: 450 words
Author notes: fluff in a flash (busy week so about 40 mins!)
Summary: Shane learns something new



"You never told me that."

Ilya opened one eye and squinted up at Shane. He'd been enjoying his post-exertion doze. Sex with Shane came with a lot of exertion, not that he was complaining. His only problem was Shane wanted to talk now. "Did you have extra coffee? Was bad idea."

"That's--" Shane huffed and frowned at him. "Don't change the subject."

"I have no idea what subject is. I would just like nap now, thank you."

Ilya buried his face against Shane's side again. The warm, surprisingly soft and smooth side. Mmmm.
The side that was abruptly taken away from him, leaving him blinking in the late afternoon sunlight that slanted across the bed as Shane sat up.

Shane was tugging at his feet, and--

"Why you take your socks off?" Ilya watched Shane bunch them up and throw them across the room.

"Apparently it's dorky to leave your socks on for sex." Shane nodded at the TV. "You've let me do that for years, Ilya."

Ilya smiled, even though he knew Shane couldn't see it. His arms were curled around his knees, his back tense and his cute little toes were all naked. He didn't even need to see Shane's face to know he was an embarrassed little angry kitten.

He shuffled forward and leaned up to kiss Shane's shoulder.

"Three things. First, people say stupid things on TV all the time. Second, if it's 'dorky' then I like dorky. Just as I like 'boring'."

Shane pretended that didn't make him laugh, but Ilya heard the choked-off sound. "And third?"

"Third, are your little toes all cold now?"

"... yes."

Ilya hopped off the bed and retrieved Shane's socks. He took one foot at a time and replaced them gently, rubbing Shane's toes. They hadn't really had time to get cold, and the room was warm even if it was definitely December outside, but Ilya knew Shane hated having bare feet.

"Thank you," Shane said, when Ilya slid back up for a proper kiss, and he even let Ilya steal the remote.

"Fourth thing." Ilya switched off the TV and threw the remote on the floor. "No more TV in the bedroom."

"Okay." Shane lay back down and snuggled into Ilya. "But you really don't mind?"

"I will buy you one hundred pairs for Christmas and I will fuck you in all of them," Ilya promised. He wrapped himself around Shane, and made sure his feet were entwined with Shane's. They were really nice and warm.

"A hundred?" Shane laughed.

"Mmm. You're right. Is nowhere near enough. One thousand."

"Idiot."

Ilya was pretty sure Shane thought he was joking. Christmas this year was going to be fun.