Summary:

“Shane, why are you still under there?” “I’m stuck,” Shane said, committing fully now. The room fell silent for a beat and it was long enough that Shane almost pulled himself out right then and there out of sheer embarrassment. “You are stuck,” Ilya echoed. “Yes.” “Like last week.” Shane squeezed his eyes shut embarrassed about the whole situation. “I was not–” he started, then stopped himself. “That was different.” “You were under the coffee table,” Ilya said, stepping closer. “And also stuck.” —— Or the one where Shane wants to get stuck and fucked