Summary:

“Ilya, you need to fucking breathe,” Shane was trying to stay calm, but there was something about this situation - about the person at the forefront of this fucking situation - which made this feel different. Shane didn’t like to treat any casualty differently, but this? This really did feel more personal. “Come on. Just take a breath on your own. Just a little one. I can help you, but please, just one on your own.” Shane went back down, lips on Ilya’s, nose pinched shut, air filling his empty fucking lungs. Shane’s air becoming Ilya’s air. Shane’s air responsible for getting some blood to Ilya’s heart. OR, lifeguard shane saves rich boy ilya's life, and turns out, they don't hate each other like they both thought they did.