Unravel me and you (слэш)

The first time they hooked up, Rozanov had kissed him before Shane got on his knees. They kissed with Scott Hunter in the room next-door. And they kissed slowly and sweetly, on his apartment stairway, after Rozanov had taken his world apart and put him back together again. Hell, even in that bathroom, where he felt as if Rozanov was trampling on his bared soul, Rozanov had kissed him. So why was it different this time? He must have done something wrong. He rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling hard at it.
Was he not good enough? What did he do wrong?
Shane aches with how much he wants—needs the other man. He clings to every single interaction, every touch, every word, every glance, everything Rozanov is willing to give him. He knows they cannot be anything, like Rozanov told him in Sochi. They cannot be anything other than this arrangement. Still, there is a hollow numbness in his chest everytime he thinks about those golden curls and ocean eyes, and it doesn't go away, doesn't subside unless he is with Rozanov, and he hates himself for wishing he could have more.
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Or: Shane spirals and avoids Ilya post-Vegas. Ilya chases after him, and they talk.