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Summary
There are people out there writing novel-length stories about Shane’s deepest, darkest secret.
They’re running entire blogs devoted to it. They’ve coined a term for it. They’ve built a whole fucking vocabulary around it.
(In which Shane discovers fanfiction.)
Over the next few weeks, Shane finds himself reading about him and Ilya Rozanov fucking in a thousand different ways, places, and universes.
They fuck in all sorts of positions, some of which Shane has trouble picturing. They fuck in the sin bin, the hydrotherapy pool, the janitor’s closet.
Clearly, the real Shane and Ilya need to up their game. The most adventurous place they’ve ever had sex is a windowsill, and they gave up on 69ing after a half-hearted attempt where Shane—accidentally!—kneed Ilya in the back of the head and Ilya had the gall to get all huffy about it even though Shane was the one with teeth marks on his dick.