In another, angstier, world in Tampa….
Maybe they didn’t kind of talk before getting to the hotel room in Tampa, so Ilya just gets a text with a room number and time after months of no contact from Shane
Ilya feels fucking insane when he receives the text. He was so sure that he had lost Shane forever by trying to take too much from him.
Shane had wanted sex and sex only from him, and Ilya being too obviously in love with him broke everything.
but now there’s this tiny ray of hope and Ilya zeros in on that shit like a fucking starved bloodhound, he is NOT letting Shane go without a fight
So Ilya makes it to the room exactly on time, picks his sluttiest top and fixes his hair to fall perfectly across his cheekbones, makes sure his cross is right below his clavicle.
He has condoms and lube in his pocket and looks like sex incarnate and all he can do is fucking pray to god and his mama that this won’t be Shane ending things between them forever. He doesn’t care about Rose Landry. He doesn’t care if Shane loves him or not. He just wants him for as long as possible, in any way Shane will let him have.
Shane opens the door and for a second it’s awkward silence, frigid static crackling the air between them.
The door closes behind him, and all Shane can get out is an “uh… thank you for comi-“ before Ilya is on him, kissing him like whole world is over.
if he can just delay what Shane’s going to say, distract him from the inevitable break up, then maybe he can have one last time with him.
maybe if he fucks Shane well enough, makes him feel good enough, Shane will think Ilya fucking him is a risk worth continuing.
Shane hesitates for a second and Ilya is just trying not the sob against his mouth, before ultimately Shane melts into him.
They fuck, and every time Shane tries to say anything, Ilya is getting his mouth on his cock or his fingers in his ass, anything to stop the words from forming, anything to make Shane keep kissing him.
And Shane is SO sweet and soft under him, gentle in a way that fucking terrifies Ilya because people are only gentle when they pity him, and Shane would only pity him if he really did want to end things, if he really did want to break Ilya’s heart.
So Ilya puts everything he has into making Shane feel better then he ever has, better then Rose Landry could even attempt, because thats the only way he knows how to plead his case.
eventually they’re both too exhausted to continue, and Ilya hurries around the room, washing Shane so softly, never making eye contact or conversation, leaving the room to ‘go to the bathroom’ or ‘rinse out the stained washcloth’ every time Shane tries to talk.
Shane ends up falling asleep with Ilya sweetly fussing over him, and seeing his sleepy face and hearing the little gasps he makes in his sleep for the second and probably last time makes Ilya feels so raw he could cry.
Ilya leaves him with a forehead kiss, just like the one Shane gave him after their first time, all of those years ago.
Over the next few months, this is how it goes between them. Ilya tries to be more subtle about cutting off any serious discussion when they fuck.
He also doesn’t really have to worry about a hard conversation happening online, because Shane is a Good Boy raised by Yuna Hollander and would never break up with someone over text.
So every time they meet up, Ilya is simultaneously so fucking desperate for him, he feels so alive in the days leading up to them touching, also like he’s walking to the gallows.
(little does he know that what Shane WANTS to tell him is that he is Gay, Single, and also wants NOT to be single, with Ilya specifically. Shane is also getting increasingly dejected, because from his pov this is more like that time in Vegas, but with the care of the tuna melt day. The only reason he isn’t having his own crisis is because he’s significantly more assured in himself then he used to be, and he KNOWS he wasn’t hallucinating that way Ilya said his name that day.)
They do figure it out still…