Summary:

Shane leveled a glare at Ilya. “You should’ve told me earlier. We could’ve… rescheduled.”
Even as he said it, Shane knew he didn’t mean it. Tomorrow was their only shared day off for 29 days, an absurdly long time. Neither of them wanted to be anywhere but right here.
Ilya scoffed. “No. I’ve been waiting all day to fuck you just like this.”
Shane swallowed. His mouth was suddenly very dry. “You have?”

Or; Ilyapussy