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Their noses bump because Rozanov is still so close, and Shane can feel his smile against his lips; sees the way his eyes light up with anticipation, with delight, and Shane’s heart lurches.

“Tell me,” Rozanov says, drawing back a little. His hands are back on Shane’s body and he slips his fingers under the hem of his shirt to draw his fingertips over Shane’s abs.

Shane closes his eyes for a moment, licks his lips. “I want to suck your dick—”

“Wow,” Rozanov says flatly. “Again? Have you not had enough?”

Shane shoves him. “Fuck off, you asked. And I wasn’t done.”

Rozanov perks up again. “No?”

When Shane looks at him, Rozanov gazes back with terrifying scrutiny, as if he’s scared to miss a single thing that may cross Shane’s face. It’s mortifying and humiliating, and Shane can’t back out of it now; he’s already started it. He wishes Rozanov would just get it, that he didn’t have to say it out loud.

Shane takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I want to suck you off upside down.”

“Upside down,” Rozanov repeats and looks as if he’s trying to make sense of it. “You want to, ah, stand on your hands?”

“No! No. Jesus. Fuck.” Oh god, Shane has to elaborate. The flush that shoots up his face is scorching. He squeezes his eyes shut. “No, I mean like this.”

Shane braces his palms on the counter top of the kitchen island Rozanov has trapped him against and hoists himself up, then spins and lies down on his back, shuffling a little until he feels the edge of the counter hit the back of his neck. He looks up at Rozanov towering over him like this, and the zing of arousal that zips through him is so strong it makes his skin tingle and heat pour through his veins, pooling between his legs. OR; Shane sees porn he wants to try with Rozanov.

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Yuna notices something is wrong because of course she does and together with David they herd Shane into some private empty side room hoping it will help him calm down. But it doesn't. He wont stop shaking and his breathing is too fast and he flinches at their voices even tho nobody is speaking loudly. Won't let Yuna come close to hug him or rub his arm.

Maybe Yuna is starting to panic a little herself, her heart aching as she watches Shane wrap his own arms around himself, hates that she cant do anything when her son is so clearly in distress, hates that she can't seem to think of anything that will work-

When suddenly the door bangs open and Ilya Fucking Rozanov??? strides into the room with quick steps, makes a beeline directly for her son, eyes locked on him like he doesnt even register her and David in the room as well and Yuna opens her mouth to cuss him out, tell him to fuck off and not bother Shane right now, she can feel her body moving already to stand in front of Shane protectively when David grabs her arm because-

Because Rozanov is pulling Shane into his arms, one hand on the back of Shane's neck, guiding his head to press into the crook of Rozanov's neck and Shane isn't fighting it, doesn't flinch from his touch. He goes where Rozanov arranges him and let's himself be held and rocked back and forth gently as Rozanov presses his mouth to Shane's ear and starts whispering something so quietly that Yuna can't really make out the words but what she can see is Shane's shaking subsiding, hands fisting tightly into Rozanov's shirt, his breathing going slowly back to normal because - oh. oh - her son is syncing his breaths with Rozanov who, Yuna realises, is taking very exaggerated deep slow breaths of his own so Shane can match them. And then Rozanov turns slightly while still rocking them both back and forth and Yuna sees Shane's face where it's smushed into Rozanov's neck. Sees the look there.

And that's how Yuna realises her son is in love and the man - his years-long rival - he loves must have left in the middle of his award-winning show to come here and pull her son out of a panic attack like there was no place he'd rather be than right here with Yuna's overwhelmed panicked boy in his arms, soothing him until Shane's body relaxes completely into that hold, mumbling that he's fine yet not pulling away and Rozanov makes no move to let go either.

The Distance Between Us by Bruja_oscura