“I think I’m gay,” Shane blurted out. Ilya looked at him, startled, for a moment. Then he laughed. “Oh yeah? What gives you that idea?” Shane glared at him, which made Ilya laugh more. “The last time my dick was in your mouth, I thought you might be a little gay,” Ilya teased. “Fuck off. You’re not gay.” “No,” Ilya said, serious again. “Not completely.” “Well... I think I might be. Completely.”
