"the tuna meltdownTM would have ended with them being exclusive if Ilya had only been straightforward with Shane." WRONG. unironically the best way for Ilya to sneak Shane into being exclusive would be like "hey going no condoms would be hot, yes. 😄 but not safe. 🙁 but wHAT IF we both got tested and then didn't sleep with other people when we're apart??? good idea because then we can fuck raw?! safely!"
and then he waits and brings up the "actually I'm not sleeping with other people because i'm not interested in doing that" later, once Shane has acclimatized like a frog.
”Hollander. Hollanderrr. Holllaannderrr.” Rozanov drew out the name longer each time, demanding attentions. Shane finally snapped his eyes up to meet Rozanov’s.
“What.”
“Health testing for Boston was one two weeks ago.” Rozanov had his eyebrows raised like this was supposed to mean something. It did not.
“Okay?”
“I got my STI results.”
Shane stilled beneath Rozanov.
Rozanov felt it and rubbed a deft hand up Shane’s bare side. “I’m completely clean.”
Shane relaxed at that but his anxiety was quickly replaced with confusion. Why was Rozanov saying this? “Good for you.”
Rozanov lips curled up like they did when Shane did something boring. Shane frowned.
“Are you clean? Do you know?” Rozanov prompted.
Oh.
“Uh, yeah. I am.”
Shane can’t remember the last time he got tested but it didn’t matter. He knew how many sexual partners he’d had since (one) and (now) he knew that man’s status (completely clean).
“Why?” Shane ventured.
“I have been thinking, about…” Rozanov thumbed at the lube resting by Shane’s head. “Maybe only using this. Not…” he met Shane’s eyes and Shane folded like a house of cards. Whatever he was about to say, he was getting. “Maybe not using a condom this time.”
Oh fuck
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Shane couldn’t move for 4 minutes after he came. It was about 6 more before Rozanov gained enough strength to pull himself off of Shane’s chest.
“Hollander,” Rozanov’s voice was breathy and plan-less. Then, “I’m getting rid of all my condoms.”
Shane let out a huffed disproving laugh. It was all he had strength for.
Rozanov’s arm was swung around his own head, and his hand played mercilessly with his ear. “We could stop using them. But…”
Shane frowned. “What?”
“We would both have to stop hooking up with other people.”
Shane didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t hooking up with other people.
Rozanov soldiered on. “It would be worth it for me. Would it be worth it for you?” A pause. “Do you want to?”
Did Shane want Rozanov to stop hooking up with anyone else just so he could ride Shane bareback roughly six times a year? It was shameful how much the answer was yes.
“Yeah okay let’s do it.” Shane said, calm out of sheer force of will.
Rozanov didn’t reply, he just swung around to shove his tongue into Shane’s mouth with the force of a thousands suns and didn’t pull away until he’d soaked up every noise he could draw out of Shane.
I guess this means they were exclusive now.














