a loon?

the person that was meant to run the english core requirement class has dropped out at the last second, and so the university asked for any teachers who can fit a class in to help out this semester. they need both a morning class volunteer and an evening class volunteer. shane is very much a loner that doesn't have much going on outside of work, and so he picks up the evening class. this is where he meets ilya.

shane isn't repressed necessarily. he knows he's a gay man, is publicly out, but still is too nervous to really have any sort of relationship. he had sex once [1] in college, but the guy wasn't the best top and it was pretty bland overall. and he's so busy with work that he feels he doesn't have enough time to properly dedicate to a partner anyway. and he has a nice enough time when he allows himself the indulgence of suction cupping his dildo to the shower wall and fucking himself on it every now and then. only when he feels he's earned it, though. and on his birthday as a special treat to himself.

so yeah his shit gets absolutely ROCKED when ice hockey hot shot ilya rozanov struts into his class. he's so loud, so bold, so brash. always interrupting, always challenging him, always saying something wildly inappropriate and finishing it off with a wink. [and jesus fuck why does shane's dick keep twitching whenever he winks like that fuckfuckfuck]

shane has had kids like this before, and he's always managed to keep it together despite secretly wanting to drag them out back and shoot them. so why is he so flustered with ilya? he's losing his train of thought, he can't think of anything witty to say to cut him down a peg or two like he normally would.

it doesn't help that it seems like ilya is flirting with him. okay, not seems like; ilya is definitely flirting with him. shane finally accepted it was intentional the day he forgot his lunch and was in the cafeteria grabbing something to eat. he happened to glance over where ilya was sitting, surprised to see him already staring at him. he then watched as ilya flicked his tongue at the tip of a popsicle he was eating before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it down, all while staring shane dead on.