truth or
a hollanov co-worker au. 4.7k. rated t.
Oh. Ilya is kissing him.
Shane drops the tongs he’d been holding. He doesn’t move for a full second while his brain tries to come back online. And then he has both hands in Ilya’s hair and Shane is kissing him back. His mouth opens, and Ilya tastes perfect. Feels perfect. Shane makes an embarrassing sound when Ilya’s tongue brushes his.
Harris says, “Shane, your buns are burning,” at the same time Troy lets out a whoop in the background. Someone else shouts, “Atta boy, Rozy! Who’s up next?” It drops a lead weight in Shane’s stomach, and Shane is an idiot.
The kiss was a dare. And Shane is the idiot who just kissed him back.
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