Words and Pictures

“No,” Ilya agreed. “Maybe you just need… what do they call it? When Marly went to tarantula enclosure at the zoo to face his fear of spiders?” “Exposure therapy?” Shane suggested, laughing. He remembered that video – the Boston Raiders had posted it on their social media as part of some sort of partnership with the local zoo. They’d shown a close-up of the tarantula walking across the back of Ilya’s hand as Marlow could be heard screaming in the background: “Rozanov I swear to fuck stay 10 feet away from me. I don’t trust you with that thing!” Ilya had replied in a gentle whisper: “Shh Marly, I wouldn’t do that. Look, he’s so small – you would hurt him.” The camera had panned up to him, staring at the spider with a gentleness that Shane had only ever seen in Ilya’s eyes when the two of them were alone together. “I’ll keep you safe, malysh.” Shane had watched that video far more times than he cared to admit. The entire internet had gone crazy over it, so at least he wasn’t alone in being completely and desperately horny about it.

"He ignored blisters, cuts, and splinters and scorned those who wore gloves to protect themselves. His hands were dry, powerful, lean."

"He would look out into the room, spraddle-legged, his bare hands clasped behind him."

"He was just folks, dressed like any hired hand in overalls and blue chambray shirts; three times a year George drove him into Herndon for a haircut..."

"Phil tall and angular, staring with his day-blue eyes into the distance..."

"...he bathed once a month in a deep hole in the creek... In the winter months he didn't bathe."

"His mind was a keen, sharp, inquiring mind - an engaged mind - that confounded cattle-buyers and salesmen who supposed that one who dressed as Phil dressed, who talked as Phil talked, must be simple and illiterate, one with such hair and such hands."

"...with the blue bandanna he stuffed in a rear pocket."

i really needed Shane in Ilya’s Ottawa jersey. exactly in this position

Knight!Shane serves only one Prince…