i got this, i'm truly fine

in the meadow, near the cottage

the legendary post by @smokingrozanov

my prompts are open atm but pls be patient with me :)

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It takes Shane's eyes a second to focus on the rainbow pin on the front of Harris' denim jacket.

"Where do you get those?" he asks. There's too much spit in his mouth, so he swallows, licks his lips. He has to scream a little; they ended up at a club with the team tonight. And clubs usually mean somebody tries to get Shane drunk.

"What?" Harris asks. Shane gestures to his pins with an uncoordinated hand. He shouldn't have taken that tequila from Bood. "Oh, my pins?" Harris' eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles. He's not really attractive to Shane at all, but at the same time, maybe he can see it after all. "I buy them whenever I see them in shops. Sometimes, friends gift me one, bring one from vacation, that sort of stuff."

"That's really nice," Shane says. Then, "How did you know you were gay?"

Harris looks amused. It's an expression Shane is familiar with on other people's faces, however, he doesn't think Harris is making fun of him right now. "Um, I guess when I was five and wanted to marry my friend Steven in kindergarten." He laughs. "When did you know?"

"When I was sucking Ilya's dick." It comes out before Shane's drunk brain can catch up with his mouth. "Oh. Sorry."

Harris laughs, reaching out to squeeze Shane's shoulder. It's nice, friendly, in a different way than all the manly, hyper-masculine shoulder slaps Shane gets from his teammates. "Not the worst way to realize!"

For some reason, this makes Shane giggle. "No, not at all. He didn't even have to tell me to do it, I just did it!"

Harris laughs. "Oh wow, good for you. And him."

Shane lets out a drawn-out, "Yeeeah" followed by a sigh. "Took me forever to be honest with myself, though."

"I'm glad you were, in the end." Harris' smile is genuine.

"Yeah, me too," Shane admits. Harris still has his hand on Shane's shoulder, which feels nice. Stabilizing. "I think maybe... I think maybe I always loved dick too much to ever be with a woman." Another sigh. "And Ilya has... he has such a great dick. It's like... so big, so hot..."

Shane's eyes drift shut at the thought. He knows he shouldn't be saying these things but he also can't stop his mouth from doing so.

"That's awesome, buddy," Harris says, and Shane can tell that he's trying not to laugh.

"Sorry," Shane sighs, forcing his eyes open. "I should shut up."

"No!" Harris pats his cheek, "Hey, I'm happy for you. You're allowed to be unapologetically gay, okay?"

Suddenly, there are tears in Shane's eyes and his throat is closing up because hearing this from another queer person is... something. Something Shane suddenly feels deep in his chest, amplified by the booze in his system. He reaches out, hugging Harris. "Thank you for saying that."

"Oh-" Harris freezes for a split-second, but immediately hugs him right back. It's a good hug; he's soft and he smells nice and he's stroking Shane's back. Shane sniffles, and Harris squeezes him harder. "Of course, buddy. It's okay to love dick."

Shane laughs. When he pulls back, Harris quickly wipes his tears away.

"You're too nice for Troy," Shane sighs; this time, Harris laughs for real.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that, Shane." Before Shane can say something else, Harris adds, "How about we find your husband now?"

Shane nods, perking up at the mention of Ilya. "I'd like that."