Summary:

“Why not strip poker?”

Shane blinks. Over the roars of the rest of the table, Ilya has to lean over so that Shane can hear him. His hot breath tickles across Shane’s cheek.

“Hollander? This is okay with you?”

Shane opens his mouth to say no are you all crazy there is no way I could get naked in front of you without you being able to see how desperately I want you, but swallows it down.

“Sure. Yeah, it’s fine. I’m okay.”

Or: the boys gang up on shane during strip poker and ilya is going to kill them dead