“I love you,” Shane said, the words out before he’d known he was going to say them.
Ilya’s smile turned bashful and sweet. “I still like to hear that.”
“I still like saying it.” They smiled at each other for a long moment, sappy as shit, then Shane said, “So. Are we watching the documentary tonight?”
“If you want.”
“You didn’t watch it already, did you?”
Ilya glared at him. “No.”
“But you remembered to record it?”
“Fuck, Shane. Yes.”
“Okay. Sorry.”
Ilya took a sip of water, then said, “We don’t have to watch it.”
“I want to.” Shane’s lips twitched. “I want to see what you said about me.”
“You mean the thing about how much you like having your balls sucked?”
Shane heaved an enormous sigh, then stood up to bring his empty plate to the sink.
“Because I definitely told them about that,” Ilya said.
“Okay.”
“And that you squeak when you are trying not to come.”
“I don’tsqueak.”
Ilya shrugged. “This is why we need a sex tape. So you can see.”
“No way. You would leak it immediately.”
Ilya grinned. “Can you blame me?”
“Have you heard of this FanMail website?” Shane asked as they were getting settled on the couch later.
“Yes. Is like, people pay to have famous people pretend to care about them.”
“That’s a bleak way of putting it, but sort of. I’d never heard of it until Hayden told me he’d been doing them and—”
Ilya slammed the remote onto the sofa cushion beside him. “Hayden is on FanMail?”
“Yeah.”
Ilya launched off the sofa and darted away.
“What the hell are you doing?” Shane asked.
“Getting my phone.” He returned a moment later with his phone in his hand, grinning at the screen. “A hundred dollars!” Ilya said. “Who would pay this for a video from Hayden?”
“Lots of people,” Shane said defensively. “He films them all the time.”
“I am going to buy one.”