I Keep Telling Myself, I'm Not the Desperate Type [Game Changers, Hollanov, oneshot, nc-17]

I Keep Telling Myself, I'm Not the Desperate Type by OrYouCouldHaveMine 

Shane steps closer, standing between Ilya’s legs. “I guess that explains it, hm? You don’t have to be confident or good when you’re packing that, do you? You just let people use your big,” Shane accentuates the word by leaning down and touching Ilya’s cock for the first time, only it’s not a caress or a stroke, it’s a rude poke that makes Ilya’s cock jerk in the air, “cock, however they want to? Is that it? Just a thick, fat cock for people to ride when you get too fucking stupid to do anything else?” 

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Uni AU, loser, stoner frat bro Ilya, pining after popular, jock Shane

Seriously. What have I read? Seriously. I have no clue how I always get this amount of lost and then I even kinda like being lost. 

Also. There is a sequel to this, the sequel is as good as this one. So. Yeah. 

But still. This is not really as bad as I am making this sound. This is more mellow and just Ilya wanting Shane more than is probably healthy. But what else is new, nothing. So yea.

Have fun!