Summary:

“You know how girls always say ‘I hate men, I wish I was gay so I could just date women.’?” Marleau said, out of nowhere.

“Mhm.” Ilya replied. He took a long sip of his drink.

“I think they’re fucking on to something.” Marleau said. “It’s less drama, right? Like, cause it’s two girls.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Marleau?” Ilya asked.
“I’m saying that if I were gay, none of this shit would’ve happened.” Marleau exclaimed. “Like, it wouldn’t be so… messy. I’d just fucking play video games and workout, and then we’d fuck.”

Ilya had been bringing his drink up to his mouth to take another generous swig, but he stopped halfway, mouth hanging slightly open, eye brows shooting up. “Marleau, you’d be having gay sex. Like, sex with a man?”

“Yeah.” Marleau sighed. “But a guy wouldn’t do this to me.”

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Cliff and Ilya are both going through breakups, and everyone knows the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.