Summary:

“This is awkward. This room isn’t available to the guests.” He’s holding back a giggle and can see in the twitch of his lips that Ilya is too. They’re never played around like this. Never been comfortable enough to have fun instead of just sex. Ilya nods, solemn. “Hm. That is disappointing.” God he’s so handsome. Shane’s eyes drift to his lips and he gets an idea. “I’m sorry, sir. We’d really like to accommodate you-” But then the expression on Ilya’s face shifts and suddenly it's not a game anymore. It’s a split-second of fear that he missed the mark. He only barely even remembers that conversation. “Maybe you could teach me Russian?” “Only important phrases. Like ‘yes, sir’ and ‘harder, please.’ Ilya had been joking but... there had been a note of earnestness to his voice. Right? or: A rewrite of the bellboy scene where Shane calls Ilya "sir" and a puzzle piece clicks into place.