Summary:

"A game?" said Shane blankly. Ilya waved his arms around as if to communicate through hand gestures. "You know, a sex game. Where we pretend to do something in a sexy way." "You have a... fantasy? Like, you want to act out a scenario?" Shane said hesitantly. Ilya snapped his fingers. "Yes. I have a fantasy." "What's your, um. Fantasy?" Even asking, Shane felt a hot blush rising up his cheeks. Ilya leaned forwards so that his lips were to Shane's ear. "I want you... to be a fan." Shane shuddered at Ilya's breath ghosting across his skin. "A fan?" "Yes, a fan. My biggest fan. And you ask me for an autograph." Or: Shane loses a bet, and Ilya wants Shane to pretend to be his biggest fan. Set Pre-Tuna Melt