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  1. Ilya calls Shane to debrief, from Cliff's bed... but apparently Shane doesn't want to hear about it.

    Shane wants to watch.

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    Right now, sprawled across Roz's chest with Roz's fingertips trailing across the nape of his neck, Cliff does not feel done. He's raw as fuck, limp as a rag. The intensity of it being Roz, not some anonymous hot chick, but Roz whose smile and voice and laugh he knows – having reduced Roz to senseless pleasure – is somehow a thousand times more affecting than even the wildest night with a bunch of puck bunny tens. Feeling Roz smile into his kisses. Hearing Roz curse and gasp. Being welcomed into Roz's body, Christ—he's never had sex like it. That was not just sex. That was… he doesn't know what that was, by the end. A religious experience? 

    Gun to his head, it could best be described as a monumental, life-ruining sex event… and now Roz is going to call Hollzy about it?! Recount the highlights, play by play, while Cliff's still reeling? Fuck! He's not sure he can stay chill with Ilya's accented voice narrating everything they've just done, while Hollzy listens and—and what? Reacts, judges? Ticks off a scorecard?

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  2. Ilya has some stuff he needs to work out with Marly before he's letting him near Shane again.

    This better not awaken something in him.

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    Marly looks good. Really fucking good, with his shirt open and his hair tousled. It looks like he hasn't shaved in three days. It reminds Ilya of the picture, the sculpted hairy chest and the hint of one dark nipple, the detail cruelly obscured. He's overly aware of how Marly fills out this shirt now, unfastened in a deep vee, the button straining. This never felt like a problem before, how good he looks. How… touchable.

    Ilya orders them both a beer. Like usual. Like the last time he had seen this man, they hadn't both been balls-deep in Ilya's life partner. 

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  3. Ilya suggests it a few days after Shane had come so hard he almost choked for real: the dildo they had suctioned to the headboard halfway down his throat, Ilya deep in his guts from behind.

    "You want Marly to fuck your face at the All-Star game?"

    Cliff keeps sending links to threesome porn. Ilya gets an idea.

    "The doors will open on both sides of the train. Thank you for riding the T."

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  4. “You know how girls always say ‘I hate men, I wish I was gay so I could just date women.’?” Marleau said, out of nowhere.

    “Mhm.” Ilya replied. He took a long sip of his drink.

    “I think they’re fucking on to something.” Marleau said. “It’s less drama, right? Like, cause it’s two girls.”

    “What the fuck are you talking about, Marleau?” Ilya asked.
    “I’m saying that if I were gay, none of this shit would’ve happened.” Marleau exclaimed. “Like, it wouldn’t be so… messy. I’d just fucking play video games and workout, and then we’d fuck.”

    Ilya had been bringing his drink up to his mouth to take another generous swig, but he stopped halfway, mouth hanging slightly open, eye brows shooting up. “Marleau, you’d be having gay sex. Like, sex with a man?”

    “Yeah.” Marleau sighed. “But a guy wouldn’t do this to me.”

    ———

    Cliff and Ilya are both going through breakups, and everyone knows the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

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  5. Cliff isn't entirely sure how he got here. 'Here' being a hotel room in Tampa, with Ilya Rozanov. Who is on his knees.

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