Summary:

“So, you think you might be bisexual?” Again, it’s apparently the wrong thing to ask, because Pike huffs and sets both beer bottles on the counter before angrily knocking utensils out of his way in a drawer.

“What’s it to you?” Pike snaps as he uncaps the two beers and slides one a few inches in Ilya’s direction.

“I did just take a fifteen-minute cab to fuck you,” Ilya speaks slowly in case that’s what Pike needs to understand. “At your request. After admitting online that you think you might be–”

Or: Ilya, heartbroken and bored in a Montreal hotel room, comes across a post on Reddit. Responding to it is one of the dumbest, most exciting things he’s done in a long time.