They kissed, and Shane said, “What do you need right now?”
“Sleep,” Ilya answered honestly. “In the morning, probably coffee.” He grinned impishly. “And maybe five or six blowjobs.”
Shane smiled so wide his eyes crinkled. “Blowjobs aren’t a cure for depression, Ilya.”
“Are you a doctor now?”
Shane laughed and kissed him again. “Go to sleep, idiot.”