Summary:

Rozanov adjusted his towel, and Shane’s eyes were drawn to the motion like magnets. “Well, if I come to 1410 tonight at nine o’clock…” Rozanov said casually, leaving the question open. “I might open,” Shane responded. He shouldn’t have entertained this conversation at all, he knew. He knew how dangerous this could be, for so many reasons and for both of them. But he also wanted, so, so badly. He wanted to be touched, he wanted to feel good, and he wanted Rozanov to be the one to give that to him. He wanted Rozanov. Rozanov nodded, like this was the expected response, and shrugged casually. “I might knock,” he said, then walked away to his own locker where his things were stashed. Or, a trans Shane rewrite of their first time.