hello today i am choosing to feel insane about this exchange before they go on stage for the awards ceremony. sorry to continue to do these beat by beat breakdowns of scenes we have all seen multiple times with our own eyes lol but i'm obSESSED with how good these guys are and how much space the gaps here open up for fic!!! shane's pissy little "where the fuck were you?" starts us off and okay great we're in familiar "smoking is bad for you" territory here. shane's the reliable good boy rule-follower who is always on time and ilya's the hot bad boy who rocks up late to the function and isn't the least bit sorry about it. except then ilya DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION and there's a barely perceptible vibe shift... like if he'd just made a joke about shane being miss goody two-shoes the fact of his lateness would've just been absorbed into their general banter and they both would've moved on. but not answering the question (AND REFUSING TO LOOK AT SHANE) suddenly makes his whole demeanor read as evasive, and you can tell that it pings something for shane right away because he's immediately like "what were you even doing?" not that i CARE what you were doing i don't CARE about anything you do except also what were you doing. where were you. why won't you tell me what you were doing. and the obvious answer -- if you're talking to the guy who took your gay virginity and then ghosted you for six months and no longer responds to your texts and probably never even liked you that much to begin with -- is that ilya was off with somebody else. and of course that makes sense, doesn't it, he gets off on risky sex in high-stakes settings, and what could be riskier or hotter than getting a blowjob from somebody at the league awards show five minutes before you're due on stage to co-present an award with the guy you used to fool around with but got bored with and kicked to the curb. when you think about it that way it's obvious, isn't it, what ilya was doing, it's so obvious. he could get it from anyone he wanted, anytime, and he does, he has sex like it means nothing, and it doesn't mean anything, it never meant anything to him, and he doesn't even think about it anymore, the sex he had with the awkward dweeb who's currently grilling him about what he was doing. and THEN after the most damning pause imaginable ilya says "I was busy," and shane says, lightning-fast, "with who?" just totally unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice, because why not lay it all out there, all your pathetic little jealousies, your pathetic feelings of helpless possessiveness over somebody who doesn't even bother to read your boring little texts anymore. with who? and ilya doesn't answer, doesn't look at him, just walks out onto the stage staring straight ahead with a little grin on his face, and shane follows him out, and in twenty minutes shane's going to be crying in a bathroom about it because he does care and it's horrible, it fucking sucks to know for sure that you've been thinking about this guy for six months, worrying about him, hoping he'll get bored enough to want to pick you up and play with you again, and he hasn't been thinking about you. he wanted something from you and he dropped you the second he got it, and now he's fucking somebody else at the league awards because it's risky and he likes trouble and you're not the fun kind of trouble anymore, you're the kind that got too attached and mistook this for something that mattered.
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