Summary:

Ilya gets quiet sometimes. He’s such a boisterous and loudly excited person that when it goes away, it’s like a vacuum has sucked the air out of the room. And Shane will never tell him that–it would do more harm than help–but it’s true. He loves every version of Ilya, including this one. But there is something young about his cocky arrogance and brightness that reminds Shane of their years wanting and wanting and not having. Or, I somehow made a cock warming fic that doubles as an Ilya mental health study.