Summary:

“Trying to get me high, Rozanov?” Shane had teased, and had to shoot a hand out to Ilya’s elbow when the other man’s brow furrowed infinitesimally. “Joking, I’m joking.” “Okay,” Ilya acknowledged, but he remained, waiting for Shane to respond to the offer. “I just don’t want to be too high to- you know.” Ilya’s eyes had widened. “Shane Hollander, you are pervert.”