Summary:

"It would… certainly raise the stakes of the game tonight."

Ilya could not have been more at attention than he suddenly was. "Yes?"

Shane huffed a laugh. "Yeah. I mean, if us losing means Boston gets to —" He stopped himself, blushing deeply, and Ilya leaned forward to needle at his ribs playfully.

"Gets to what, Hollander? You lose to Boston tonight, what happens?"

He already knew. But the possibility of it becoming a reality was so thrilling he could hardly contain himself. And he wanted to hear Shane say it out loud.

"If we lose… Boston gets to fuck me."

alternate title: fuck fuck pass~