Keep Moving Forward

There’s more to say about Ilya’s disappointment after tuna melt frottage. He’s still riding the waves of endorphins after their (synchronized!) orgasm. They way he’s kissing Shane and unable to suppress his smile, but you can see Shane shift and shut down and in that moment Ilya helps Shane pull his pants back up, but his eyes are darting. Uh oh, Shane is upset. They haven’t even caught their breath yet but Shane is already up. Ilya visibly tries to keep his arms around him and you can even hear a little noise of complaint from Ilya as Shane breaks the connection too soon. He just had him, he had him warm under his hands but now he’s gone. He watches Shane clean his hands on the napkin, then looks back at Shane’s face. Making decisions, but not quick enough though. Master of perception Ilya Rozanov didn’t predict this. His discernment is haywire when it comes to Shane. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he can fix it. Okay, chirp him, he loves that: You? Forgot team meeting? But Ilya isn’t smiling, isn’t sly, he’s revealing that he’s actually angry and hurt, and that just won’t do. Okay, revert to cavalier fuckbuddy: Hollander. (This was whatever. We’re just fucking around. Come back and it won’t be a big deal.) He offers an open hand. (You’re being stupid, actually, there was nothing happening, you’re making something of this, not me.) Hollander.