Heated Rivalry Episode 2 Transcript
L- Still mad about Vegas?
J- I'm not mad about anything!
Both smile about it on their run
Shane scores ilya is right behind him
Shane in the locker room after the game
L- What's a girl to do on a lonely night in Montreal?
Shane looks at it and then puts his phone down no response
Flashes to ilya looking at his phone in his locker room still nothing
L- Want to come while you're in Boston?
Shane looks and then tucks his phone away as if he's not going to respond. Then we flag to ilya in his? kitchen.
J- Did you use Google translate?
J-What you wrote names no sense.
L-Oh yes it does. Read it again.
Realization. Shane shakes his head and smiles.
Shane watching a Boston game.
L-Playoffs are fun. How come you aren't here?
J- âŚand see you next year, asshole
L- Promise? I still want that asshole⌠And yes, is proper grammar.
Ilya and Shane. Ilya in locker room with cross in his mouth, Shane in living room with hoodie string in his mouth.
Shane in hotel room with Hayden both on their beds looking at their phones.
L- A place where you can get what you wantâŚ
Shane immediate slams his phone screen down next to him. Hayden looks at him like what's up bro? Shane tried to laugh it off and picks up his phone to look at it again like nothing happened. Both go back to their own phones.
Shane in the gym an the rowing machine
L- I'm going to score 9 goals next week.
L- One for every inch of the dick you want.
Shane immediately puts phone down and gets to rowing.
Flashes to ilya smirking very proud of himself in his own him (bike?) tv in front of him shows Shane doing a commercial of some kind. Montray?
L- If Boston wins this round I get to fuck you next fall. Deal?
Shane stands up to put phone on the top shelf of his locker.
Flashes to later Shane in bed (at home?) looking at the same text from earlier
J- And what do I get if Montreal wins?
JJ âhey, if rozanov fucks you tonight. I'm gonna fuck him backâ
Hayden âI think you mean âfucks withâ, buddy.â
JJ âI fucking mean what I meanâ
Mitty âyo they're burning a fake rozanov outsideâ
Someone says they do it to Shane in Boston too
Shane all like that's not helping me focus
Hayden âyeah Mitty go be weird somewhere elseâ
Mitty âI'm not even that weirdâ
Guy comes in and asked Shane to do done press in âlike, 10?â Shane agreed of course
Hayden starts a bit telling like a reporter â now Mr. Hollander what does Montreal have to do to win tonight?â
âWell, hockey is a complicated and nuanced game, but it would be helpful if we scored more fucking goals than the other teamâ
âAnd how about thatâ exaggerated
June 30, 2013 Russia's anti-LGBQ law was signed into law
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Reporter âilya rozanov has been on a tear lately he had a hat truck last week and he's almost caught up to you in the scoring race. Want to know what he had to say about that?â
Shane already shaking his head, ânah, I'll listen if he actually catches up. Thanks guys.â (He really is sassy)
L- How many times can you cum in one hour?
Drafts: J- we are about to play a GAME AGAINST EACH OTHER!! Deletes
Flashes to ilya getting the dots of doom on and off
Drafts: J- Are you trying to fuck with me before the game? Deletes
Puts phone on shelf above locker
Flashes to ilya still watching his phone, nothing
J- I don't know. Maybe twice?
To ilya smiling (I'm assuming at how very Shane of an answer that is)
J- Who taught you that word?
J- If you're lucky, I'll text you after the game.
Shave goes to put phone on shelf, it dings. He brings it back down.
L- Are you as hard as I am right now?
Shane puts the phone back in the shelf.
Cliff âwow this Montreal girl works you up brotherâ (uh, considering him and Shane really haven't done much of anything it's fascinating that cliff noticed a pattern)
âShut your idiot face, Marleyâ
âYou're straight up blushing Rozâ
âUh, no. Never in life have I blushed. Russians do not do this.â
Roz puts his phone on the shelf with a clunk
Flashes to the end of the game
Flashes to Roz in sketchy alley behind sex condo
Shane opens back door. Ilya looks concerned.
Ilya âYou will murder me.â
As soon as door closes Shane's got ilya up against the wall, mad. âWhy the fuck did you think it was okay to sext me before the game?â
I think ilya's enjoying this.
âYou were hard weren't you?â â For how long? The whole game?â
âYou're such a fucking assholeâŚâ
Shane starts to walk away up the stairs
âOh you missed me, didn't you?â in an obnoxious tone
âI fucking didn'tâ â And I still beat your assâ
âOh, barelyâ sassy hand wave off
âThanks, I bought it a couple years ago, (beg. 2011?) but then this year I bought another one. Right next door. I eventually might turn it into one place, but for now I'm renting the next door one out.â
âMr. uh Landlordâ funny arm move
Pause where they just started at each other.
Ilya comes in with the kiss.
Ilya âSo where do you want me?â âI'm the kitchen, on the floor?â
Shane âFuck youâ (fond)
Bed, ilya names fun of Shane for the about of pillows by asking if his mom bought them Shane's all serious, no I hired someone.
âYou think there is enough?â/s
âYou're such an assholeâ
âI think maybe you like itâ
âI can smell the cigarettes from hereâ (they're at least 5ft apart maybe more
Ilya scoffs in the back of his throat rolling his head up in exasperation. âI had oneâ
âYou shouldn't be smokingâ
âAnd you shouldn't be talkingâ
âNo you come hereâ back and forth as they both walk towards each other step by step. Shane's really smiling
âDon't worry it will fitâ fun/lh tone
Shave reaches over to night stand and takes out a whole string of condoms
Ilya âwow, wow. You think this will be enough?â
Pretty sure ilya starts eating him out.
Cuts to seemingly right after ilya stuck his dick in.
Nod fast little nod repeated
âHoly shit Rozyâ (positive sounding, but ilyaâs got to make sure)
fade out and back in to switching poistions shane getting on his stomach, Rozanov getting back in there, keeping an eye out for Shane
kisses between his sholder blades
fade out and back in and now theyâre REALLY at it
Shane âoh my goo..â moaning and such GRABING that pillow
Ilya âOh God Hollanderâ
Seems like we achieved hands free lift off everybody, and ilya worked through that shit
ilya kisses shanes upper back again and again up towards his neck
Ilya gives shane a little hair pet
cuddles! Ilyaâs head on shaneâs chest, Shaneâs hand in Ilyaâs hair, ilyaâs kissing Shaneâs chest
âNow the bedâs all dirtyâ
Shaneâs hand still in Ilyaâs hair both very cuddly, ilya goes in for a little kiss
Ilya âI will shower now, okay?â Ilya gets up to go do that and it
fades back to Ilya coming back from shower and floppping across the bed to land his head right back on Hollanderâs chest for CUDDLES
Ilya âYou killed me Hollander, I am deadâ
Shane âthat was so fucking hotâ
Ilya tilts his head back to look up at shane, Shaneâs go this arms around Ilya
Ilya âWorth the wait?â
Shane leans i for tender kiss in response, then does a FOREHEAD KISS, ilya looks idk concerned? confused? briefly then leans back mask down
âI should goâ, shane nods
ilya gets up out of bed and shane looks a little concerned? himself after ilya
flashes to bottom of stairwell ilya tying his shoes shane sitting on the steps above (from behind shane, canât see either of their faces)
âSo, obviously, we wont be seeing each other during the Olympics, right?â
Switches so weâre behind ilya and can see shanes face and Ilyaâs body
âYouâre family must be happy theyâre in Russia.â
Close up of Shanes face, can only see part of ilyaâs thigh and hand
âMy parents are pretty psyched for me. Theyâre pissed they canât come, but my momâs threatening to wake up at 4 am to watch every game. I bet your parents will be there, right?â
âMy father, yes. Maybe my brother, but who knows?â
âCool. Anyways, Iâm psyched. Iâve dreamed about it my whole life.â
âDreaming of what? Bronze medal?â
âYou fucking wish dudeâ
âHey, uh, remember when I made you cum hands free?â
âGo fuck yourself Rozanov.â (incredibly fond)
Ilya leans in, proping hiself up with his hand on Shanes thigh. Shane seems very relaxed, watchihng ilya and very receptive, faces inches apart
Ilya âSuch a good trickâ
âYour cab is definately hereâ
Both lean in for a kiss, second kiss
Ilya, irreverant âByeâ leans back up and grabs his jacket
Shane watches him fondly as he leaves before closing his eyes and crossing his arms as the door closes (processing?)
4 days into games - commentators talking
Ilya getting interviewed looking a little devastated
Shane in a cafe looking at his phone concerned, staring at his text thread with Lily, the last texts were Lily with a đ (smirking devil) and Jane responded with đ (deadpan eyeroll) THen Lily with âHere?â
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Flips so we can see Shanes face instead of the phone screen, heâs looking concerned eyes an little wet. Frame shifts so we can see two people in the background walking by, stopping as the spot shane looking at him thorugh the window and then turn to enter the cafe, but they are blurry in the back ground
Vaughn âHollander, whatâs up mother fuckerâ, running up to him excitedly tapping his arm
Vaughn âHoly fuck, Can you believe Russia?â
Scott âBe nice Vaughnyâ
Vaughn âThey lost to fucking Latvia. You see that game (looking back towards Shane)â
Shane âYeah, it was a straight up shit showâ
Vaughn âHey what did Roz say about it?â
Shane âI donât know. Nothing to me thatâs for sure (looking down and to the right). I think he knows Canada has this in the bag.
Vaughn âUh-uh. Itâs USA this year, baby. Weâre fucking coming for you. Trust me.â
Shane âYou look great in silver Vaughny donât even stressâ (Scott flinches back, like BURN)
Vaughn âOh, good oneâ
Fades out and back in to them all sitting at the table eating somethng out of cups with spoons
Shane âDoes your room have that smell?â
Scott âYes. Yes, it does.â
Shane âIs it black mold? bc thatâs what JJ thinks it isâ
Scott âHeâs probably right. GOod new is weâre not going to be here long enough.â (this reaks of metaphore scott and shane having this convoâ
Vaughn cuts off Scott âOk, so tonight, we can do menâs short form figure scating? orâ
Shane âMy buddy Joe is in that program. We trained together. Would you guys be cool to do that? Iâd love to show up for him.â
Vaughn âHell yeah, man. Show up for any dude whoâs that brave.â
Shane âWhat do you mean?â
Scot looking between them a little concerned, Vaughn looking towards Scott a little confused
Vaughn âWell, Iâm assuming your buddy might be gay.â
Shane shakes his head a little âI mean..â
Vaughn cuts him off from responding âFucking brave for a dude to show up to a plave like thisand be like: âHey, hereâs me.â Russia is not safe for folks like that. Fucking balls of steel, man.â
Shane looking really uncomfy. Takes out his phone to check. Zooms in on him staring at his phone in concern
Flashes to short-form figure skating
shows the skating, then vaughn, scott, and shane cheering then sitting down
Vaughn âWow! Man, your buddy fucking killed itâ
Shaneâs clearly looking at something else off to the side
Shane jerked back into reality briefly looks forward, âFuck yeah, he did.â before immediately looking back to the side
Camera turns to show Ilya leaning against a collumn up in some empty stands at the top of the stadium
Shane âIâm just gonna find the bathroomâ
back to Ilya, but from behind, showing just part of his upper body, centering the back of his head
Ilyaâs phone buzzes and Ilya takes it out of his pocket and looks down and to the side at it we can see part of his face in profile
To the side a text from Alexei shows up on screen in Russian
Alexei- Where the fuck are you? Dad is so fucking mad at you!
slow zoom in on Ilya just staring at his phone, Ilya looks away shaking his head
The camera moves to the side so we can really see ilyaâs face, Shaneâs voice comes from behnd the camera
Ilya looks at him and then looks back down towards the ice, shaking his head, ânot hereâ
âNo, Iâm not⌠I saw you up here. I wanted to see how you were doing.â
âFine. Go sit down.â Ilya is resolutely looking away from shane, body facing towards the center of the stadium, shane is facing towards Ilya
âWe are not anything. Go away Hollanderâ
Shane takes a moment, takes a step forward âAre you ok?â (they are still like ~10-15 ft apart)
âYou didnât answer my text.â
This is the first time Ilya looks at shane after looking away before they started talking. He looks straight at Shane intently
âNo I did not answer your boring text. Now will you go?â
Shane scoffs, âFine.â he turns around âFuck.â and walks off stage left
cuts to Ilyaâs father in full millitary dress pouring a two drinks and then turning to Ilya
âYes, sirâ Ilya is in a formal suit with a bowtie one hand in his pocket
They each walk towards the center of the room towards each other to talk
Father âThe minister still wants to meet you tonight, despite everythingâ (who is the minister? putin? mayor? governer?)
âIt will be my honourâ
âYou should be honoured. [gives Ilya one of the glasses] After yesterday. You lose toâŚâ Gre? looks off to the side
âLatvia.â distasteful âAnd yet he drinks. How could you let that happen? How are you not ashamed?â
âIâm ashamed, Father.â
âNot nearly enough. They teach you no discipline in the American league. Your play is sloppy. The real shame is squandering the promise you showed when you were young.â
âI am a better player now than I have ever been. Our goalie is hurt. The team didnât click.â
âClick? What is this American nonsense? What is clicking? You are the captain. You make them click! Always looking for someone else to blame. Since you were a boy.â Takes a step closer to Ilya âWho tied this for you?â he gives Ilya his glass and goes to straighten his bowtie âYour mother? She doesnât know how to do this properly.â
âNo Father. [Ilya pauses and looks searchingly at his father] Mom is dead.â
his father pauses and looks confused off to the same side he looked earlier when he forgot Latvia
gre? looks back âI meant your stepmother.â
âAnd where is Polina?â gre? looks âIn Moscow?â
Looks back he seems unsure but he confidently says âOf courseâ
Ilya âWe should goâ Ily pauses his father nods âTo the gala. [gre? nods looking at Ilya intently] So that I can meet the minister.â
âYes, ready? Lets go.â
Flashes to party, Ilyaâs father on the right, Ilya in the middle and the minister? on the left
taling about the game âit always comes down to the goaltenderâ minister goaltneder âwas not sharpâ and Kitchov who âstays home to rest for American prizesâ Ily alooks dissociated looking off into the middle distance father âBut there was no leadershipâ (has to throw Ilya under the busâ
Svetlana intervenes (Ministerâs daughter) to steal Ilya away
minister and father comment on how she has been leading his around since they were children
Svetlana takes ilya to a room off to the side with Sasha in it dressed flamboyantly in a sheer black with big roses mostly unbuttoned shirt Sasha is snorting something of a counter in this very luxerious bathroom with a gigantic tub in the middle
Sasha âLong time, Ilyaâ leans against counter sexily
âLong time, Sashaâ Ilya seems distanced and straight faced
flashes to Sasha in the tub uncorking some wine and pouring some out for Sveta
Sasha says he didnât think Ilya played that badly Ilya says heâd say thank you, but he knows Sahsa didnât watch a single fucking game. Sasha says he pays attention to hakey sometimes when there is something worth paying attention to, looking towards Ilya
Svetlana says the results here at the olympics untimately donât matter for Ilya, ilya tries to argue saying my father
Svetlana says your father is an asshole who would have punished you either way. You need to stop giving a fuck what he thinks
Svetlana says Ilya has âa real shot at the cup this yearâ
âYes, you do. Hunter and the Admirals wonât get passed New Jersey. But New Jersey wonât get passed Hollander and Montreal. I think this year, you can take Montreal.â
âYes. This year, because I think Miitka is hurt.â
âHow do you know all this?â
Sasha âSheâs phsychicâ
âAnd with a hurt goalie, you can only get so far. As you and your team proved rather well here.â laughing a little
âAnd thatâs the East. Then you can take anyone in the West. Chicago ainât what they used to be. Itâll probably end up being San Francisco. Theyâre good, but theyâre too young. Thatâs how you end up winning the Cup one year earlier than I bet my father you would.â
Ilya slowly and dramatically claps
Sasha waves a little baggie in Svetlanaâs direction
Svetlana âNo thanks. Now itâs bedtime for me. I have to look perfect tomorrow.â
Sahsa âYou always look perfect.â
âTrue, but you boys also need to catch up. [walks across room rubbing Sahsaâs sholder. Gives Ilya a kiss.] See you in Boston, Ilyaâ
Svetlana walks out, clack clack heels
Sasha âSo? Howâs Paris, Sasha? Oh, itâs great, thanks. I fucking love it there. The clubs are insane. The gorls are hot. [Ilya takes a big drink directly out of a big blue bottle of alcohol] And the boys, well, youâve seen Frech boys, right, Ilya?â
Ilyaâs giving him nothing, Sasha sighs and gets up âOh my God, nothing? You donât do coke, you donât make jokes, you donât flirt backâŚ[Ilya is standing with his arms crossed tight in front of him closing himself off, Sasha walks over to him and leans over putting his hand down next to Ilya partially caging him in] You used to be fun, Ilya. [Sasha leans in close until thereâs no space between them and only a few inches between their faces, Ilya doesnât move/ Sasha leans in even closer wispering right into Ilyaâs ear] Remember? [then moves along his jaw to go for a kiss, Ilys doesnât move but lets him take ilyaâs lower lip between his a pull. when sasha pulls back and goes back in Ilya moves his head back
ilya creates some distance âHere? Really?â
Sasha âdanger used to get you going if memory servesâ
âWeâre not kids anymore Sashaâ
Sasha cops a feel goes right to cupping ILyaâs dick âWeâre sure notâ
Ilya gets a hand on Sashaâs chest, âStopâ
Sasha seems reluctant to back away but does
Sasha âOk, letâs go somewhere.â
Ilya shakes his head âNo.â
Sasha leans in a little, but then finally moves away and starts walking away
âFine, Iâm gonna find a party.â
they both take out thier phones, then put them away
âNice to see you Sashaâ
Ilya brings up Shaneâs text
Looks at it then throws his phine down to the side and sighs and looks up to the ceiling
Shane arriving at Haydenâs house, Jackie? letting him in
Jackie âCaptainâs hereâ excited noises from a different room
Then people chanting âCap! Cap! Cap!â
Shanes gives Jackie a bottle of wine he brought
Jackie asks what sheâs supposed to do with the wine shane says i donât know my mom told me to bring it Jackie says heâs cute
they walk into the kitchen
One of the players is in a chair and JJ and Hayden are making him shave his playoff beard off bc the playoffs are over for them and the bearded player asks shane if thatâs a rule âUnfortunately, it is.â âFuck you hollander you can barely even grow oneâ
JJ âNo, no, fuck you swedish inbred.â
Fuck youâs back and forth
Jackie tells them to stop swearing
Shows TV game six of the cup finals commentators talking about how Ilya Rozanov wants this bad. Ilya has been playing really well since the Olympics, heâs on a tear scoring 10 goals over the past 6 playoff games
switches to Rozanov giving the pre-game speech in his locker room
âLook, I donât give a fuck how many goals Iâve scored. I donât give a fuck how I played two fucking nights ago. I donât need to think about that. That was yesterday. That was before. Now, I only need one thing. I need to win. Here, at home, tonight. As much fun as it would be to go to California and humiliate them there, but I want to hear our fans. I want to hear them scream. I want to FUCK SAN FRANCISCO [pulling his thumb across his throat like heâs slitting it]. I know you can do it. Iâve seen you fucking do it. Iâve seen every one of you do it. So leave it all the fuck out there tonight. Because this is our fucking night. This is our fucking Cup. Fucking fuck San Francisco!â
lots of cheering, guys getting up and getting ready
Cliff comes up to Ilya âGreat fucking speech.â
Ilya pats him on the sholder grinning wide, âGo fuck yourselfâ
cuts to them entereing the ice, crowd going crazy
flashes back to the living room, not theyâre all sitting down facing looking at the screen JJ is in a sling
Hayden (bruising under his eyes? redness for sure) âI canât believe that assholeâs about to win the Cup.â shows the screen itâs BOS 3 - 1 SFR 3rd 2:34 âShane hates him the mostâ
Hayden âYou hate Rozanov.â
Swedish beard guy âBut heâs very good at hockey.â
Shane âThe best probably.â
JJ âEh, no. Your the fucking best Hollanderâ points at Hollander agreeing sounds from team
JJ âNot that animal shit show cock sucking Russianâ
switches to looking at the tv buzzer goes off and we hear the commentators, Bostonâs won the cup
back to shane and co. rest of team starts getting up and moving away, but Shane stays seated
tearing up, lots of mixrd feelings, a little smile
shows tv again, Ilya lifting the cup aomething mama kisses cup
back to shane closer and closer on his face
Summer 2014 - Vegas Awards
Shane backstage pacing nervously
right as he looks down at his watch Ilya shows up behind him âWow, nice watch! They give this to you for free or what?â
âWhere the fuck were you? Weâre on in 5 seconds.
âWhat were you even doing?â
They get called on stage.
They present award together, league trying to play up how rediculous these two being friendly is
slefie scene, ilya trailing his hand down, down , down to that ass
Theyâre presenting the award for most sportsmanlike player
flashes to Shane quickly walking away backstage to the bathroom he walks in and checks under the stalls before walking over to the sinks to have a moment
Ilya approashes we can hear foot steps, then he appears Shane stand back up and ilya walks across the room past shane to lean against the wall
Ilya laughs âWellâŚâ lots of eye contsact
âWhat?â âWhat the fuck do you want, Rozanov?â âYou havenât answered a text from me in like six months. You wonât even acknowledge that I exist unless theres fucking a camera pointed at us, and then itâs for some fucking clown show. So yeah, what the fuck do you actually want from me? Well?â
âI want you to suck my dickâ
âOh, fuck you. You are unbelievable. You suck my dick.â hands in packets turns away
Ilya intent look slowly walks towards SHane, puts a hand on his jaw guiding shane to look at him
Ilya âMaybe ask nicely. Hmm?â
âPlease.â (that was fast, really want him shane?)
âIf you want me to get on my knees on this filthy bathroom floor and suck your dick you will have to ask nicer than that.â
âPlease get on your knees on this filthy bathroom floor and suck my dick. Please.â
Foreheads touch, then lean in further together heads on each others sholders, by ears
âNo. We will go back to our seats, watch the rest of this boring show, and then go to boring party after. And then when you have been waiting all night youâll come back to my hotel room, and I will maybe, maybe, do more than jsut suck your dickâ
âWhen did your english get so goodâ fond looks
âI, uh, I read New Yorker nowâ
âNo. THe New Yorker is boring.â
âAh. So being boring is genetic.â âLetâs make a deal, if you win MVP tonight I will blow you, fuck you, whatever you wantâ
Ilya goes in for big kiss, heavy
break away, but stay close âGood luck tonightâ
THen ilya walks away and out the bathroom
cuts to party later shane gets text
shane looks over and we see ilya putting his phone away
cuts to hotel door opening
opens on shane top buttons undone, bowtie untiesd around his neck the door was unlocked, he just walks in
ILya shirt totally unbuttoned, Shane says congratulations so Ilya must have won MVP
âNow take off your clothesâ
âYour such an assholeâ
shane wals over to couch and slowly takes off his cloths putting everything one by one onto couch folded
leaves on underwear, looks to ilya
âThereâs a lot of windowsâ
Shane follows him into room
Ilya âGood, now get on the bedâ
Ilya âThis is a good hotel. Very nice vodka. Itâs hard ot find in AMericaâ
pause showing shane on the bed legs stretched out long but crossed at the ankles
âShow off for me I want to watch youâ
âItâs my special day Hollander I want to watchâ
âFuck you. Give me some VOdka at least.â
âMmmm, no. no. VOdka is for after as your reward.â
Shane seperates his leg and starts up at his ches tthen down to between his legs
Ilya âDO you want to know how it feels?â
âYou fucking assholeâ
Ilya leaning his head back in pleasure. âAh, I can barely describe it. Oh my God Hollanderâ
Shane takes his underwear off laughing and throws it right at Ilya as ilya goes to look back at him
tense moment, sassy drop, all ilyaâs attention is on shane
Ilya looks at something going on inbetween shaneâs legs (somethijng shaneâs doing or touching?) âFuck.â
Shane âAre you gonna fuck me?â
Ilya takes sip, gets up, takes off shirt and stands at edge of bed
shane crowls towards that dick
fades out back in the fucking out back in to sitting next to each other, not touching or cuddling like last time, both have glasses and Ilyaâs smoking
Shane âSo Russia this year was something else. Itâs intense there. So are you heading back soon?â
âTo Russia for the summerâ
âWhat do you mean why?â
âThere is no have to it's homeâ
âYes but idk is it safe?â
âWhat do you mean safe?â
âI don't know. Do you do you even like it there?â
âWhat difference does it make?â
âAn important one I'd thinkâ
Flashes to Shane dressed alone in the living area
Pans over to sure ilya alone in bed as we hear the door close
Cuts to Shane at the elevator looking at his phone gets in still staying at his phone
(It showed less of the sex scene but we didn't even see it's kids whatever available body part is closest like we did during first penetrative)
Delete backspaced way slower than the last one like he's really going character by character
Shane to himself âFuckâ