“And you are Fabian, yes?”
“The one and only.”
Shane hadn’t really put any effort into imagining Ryan’s boyfriend, but he never would have pictured him looking likethis. Fabian Salah waspretty. He had warm, golden skin and silky dark hair that was cut short on the sides, but long enough on top to fall into his dark eyes, which were decorated with makeup. He was wearing a black lace tank top that fit close to his slim torso, and had a heart-shaped diamond pendant hanging from his elegant neck.
He was, like, really blatantly not straight in a way that Shane wasn’t used to. The kind of man who, when Shane had been younger and still figuring himself out, he would look at and think “I’m not gay because I’m not likehim.” It wasn’t a good way to think about anything, but even as a gay man who was in love with another man who he had gay sex with, Shane couldn’t help the knee-jerk reaction of uneasiness in Fabian’s presence.
Which just proved that Shane needed to spend more time around other queer people. Particularly, queer people who didn’t play hockey.
“I am Ilya. This is my... Shane.”
Shane tried to ignore how cute that was because otherwise Fabian’s first impression of him was going to involve a big, goofy grin. “Hi, Fabian,” Shane said, shaking his hand as he sat in the chair opposite him. Fabian’s fingernails were painted periwinkle blue. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same.” The single word did something funny to Shane’s insides. Fabian radiated an effortless sensuality that was distracting, to say the least.
“I like your hair,” Shane tried, because it was true. Fabian’s hair was cool.
Fabian’s lips curved into a smile that was warm and teasing at the same time, not unlike the way Ilya often smiled. “Thank you. I like your glasses.”
“Oh. Thanks.”
“He thinks they are a disguise,” Ilya quipped. “Like Superman.”
“Well!” Shane protested. “They can’t hurt. Also, I can’t read a menu without them. So shut up.”
Ilya lightly tapped his sneaker against Shane’s ankle under the table, which made Shane realize his leg had been bouncing nervously. He stilled, but Ilya kept his foot pressed against Shane’s.
“Ryan has told me all about your camps and your charity,” Fabian said. “It’s wonderful. I play fundraisers for youth shelters and mental health initiatives in Toronto as often as I can.”
“You’re a musician, right?” Shane asked. “Sorry, I know almost nothing about music.”
“He’s amazing,” Ryan said earnestly. “You should see him perform. He’s playing a show on Friday night here in town if you—um. I mean.”
“I can put you on the guest list,” Fabian said easily. “Don’t worry about it if you choose not to go.”
“I already bought tickets,” Ilya said. “For us both.”
The hell?“You did? You didn’t tell me.”
“Surprise.”
Shane wasn’t sure how to feel about this. He and Ilya never went anywhere together, and this particular outing seemed pretty far outside Shane’s comfort zone.
“What kind of venue is the show at?” Shane asked as casually as he could. “Like, a club, or...”
“He wants to know if it is a gay club,” Ilya said helpfully.
Shane stepped on Ilya’s foot.“No.”
“It’s just a bar. Club. Whatever,” Fabian said with a wave of his elegant hand. Then he leaned in and, with a mischievous grin, said, “But it will be gay by the time I’m done playing.”
Ilya laughed loudly at that while Ryan huffed and shook his head, smiling at his boyfriend with a palpable amount of love in his eyes.
“Sounds fun,” Shane said, mostly meaning it. He’d never been one for live music, but he was curious to see Fabian do his thing. And he was a bit charmed by the fact that Ilya had planned a surprise date, of sorts, for the two of them.
They made small talk about Montreal until their server came to take their drink order. The young man introduced himself as Leo, and then his eyes went wide as if he’d just recognized who was at his table. Shane braced himself for a selfie request, but Leo surprised him.
“Are you Fabian Salah?” he asked in a hushed voice.
