“How is your team reacting, Ilya?” David asked.
He waggled his hand in a “so-so” gesture. “Mostly they are entertained. Yet another crazy Rozanov stunt. Some of them are even impressed that I managed to lock down the Shane Hollander. They think that you are way out of my league. I am getting a lot of shit, but it is not… cruel? Just chirping.”
“Of course they’re fine with it,” Shane said, the snark heavy in his voice. “You aren’t me.”
Ilya’s brows drew together. “I don’t understand.”
Shane snapped. “Obviously, Ilya! You come out of this looking like the big, strong, masculine, dominant top everyone always thought you were. I come out of this confirmed as every fucking locker room insult we’ve both been hearing since we were ten. I’m the little cocksucker faggot who likes to take it up the ass. Don’t you see the difference?”
Adult, canon-divergence. Some of Rose’s text messages leak, outing not only Shane and Ilya but also their sexual dynamics, forcing Shane & co. to find a way to deal with the inevitable backlash from his team. The solution: cocky Shane (yum!) showing some bottom pride (more yum)!