Summary:

They’d both given each other spectacular blow jobs, but Shane didn’t have time to linger or bask in the afterglow. They needed to rehydrate and get some electrolytes in them given that their next game was only two short days away, his mind already churning over strategy. He padded over to the kitchen, leaving Ilya sprawled on the couch. “Lasted almost a minute, that’s got to be a record, Hollander,” he chirped. ...or, a post-BJ disagreement over a Centaurs hoodie turns heated, but in a fun way.