Archive of Our Own

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"This is so embarrassing." Shane sighed, his face buried in the palm of his hands as he sat on Rose's bed.

The two of them had just returned from a small party that ended in a game of 'never have I ever', Shane's least favorite, in which he ended up not having a single sip of the cheap beer because his sex life was non-existent. At the very least he would be safe from being hungover the next day.

"Look, there is nothing wrong with being a virgin." Rose offered, sitting next to her friend and putting a hand on his shoulder to try to offer some comfort.

"It kinda does when you're a junior in college and have done nothing crazy, or memorable in the past few years or so." Shane shrugged, knowing that he was the only one to blame for that.

Shane was on his third year at McGill University, studying hard to earn his degree in Kinesiology and Physical Education. During his first year he was too concerned about adapting into college life, trying to find a decent place to live in Montreal, and studying until he was exhausted because there was no way he was going to have a single mediocre grade.

He managed to find a small apartment close enough to the campus, he put out an ad looking for roommates and met his now good friends Hayden and JJ. The two were classic stereotypical jocks, but they were nice enough and didn't throw a fit when they found out Shane was gay.

On his second year, he met Rose at a party JJ dragged him to, back then he still wasn't out, so JJ was trying to set the two of them up, but after a couple of dates and a very nerve-wrecking kiss, Rose figured him out in a way Shane himself still hadn't. "I'm an art student, Shane… I can tell when guys are into dick." She had joked after asking Shane if he had ever been interested in men.

They became instant friends after that, she was the one who gave him the courage to finally come out to his family and friends, and he had never been more at peace once he no longer had to worry about keeping his sexuality to himself.

That same year, Rose had managed to convince him to go on a date with her friend Miles. It was fine, Miles was kind and funny, and a phenomenal kisser. But Shane always cut him off before things got too steamy. He wasn't sure why, maybe he was nervous, or he was scare of performing badly, and eventually what they had died down and Shane focused completely on his studies.

But now he was twenty-one, more than halfway through his degree, and he had never touched a dick other than his own. And it was his own damn fault.

"Okay, is this another self pity party or are you finally going to do something about it?" Rose asked, it wasn't the first time they had a conversation like this, but Shane always brushed everything off the next day and resumed his sexless routine as normal.

"What could I possibly do about it? My only friends are either girls or straight guys, and I don't trust shit like Tinder or Grindr." Shane realized he was willing to finally get himself out there, just to say he at least sucked a cock while in college, but he didn't want to end up with some creep he met through a shady app.

"Don't worry, I got you." Rosa grinned and Shane looked up at her in confusion.

He understood what she meant when he recieved a text a few days later.

Ilya kept going back to the picture that Svetlana had sent him, Shane wasn't just cute, he was hot as fuck. He desperately wanted to see him naked, to kiss every inch of his face and body, to hear how pretty he sounded when he moaned. But he had to keep reminding himself he was a virgin and probably wouldn't know what he was doing, which was the whole purpose of this arrangement. Either way, Ilya would gladly teach him.

It was no surprise to him that he was flunking English. When he got offered the opportunity to transfer from his University in Russia to McGill for his senior year, he was quick to accept, especially since Svetlana also went there. And living in Canada had its perks, like being able to date men without risking getting jailed or killed.

He wasn't exactly closeted, in Russia he had messed around with some other gay or bi men — obviously, in secret. But Svetlana knew about his sexuality and now that he was no longer in the motherland, he also didn't make an effort to hide it. He mostly just kept it out of social media in case his brother decided to snoop on his personal life.

Ilya was getting a degree in History, he had studied a lot of Russian and Slavic history back home, but now he was being flooded with English left and right. His English wasn't too bad, he had been talking constantly to Sveta since she moved to Canada over a decade ago, so he had plenty of practice, but speaking was one thing, grammatical structures and advanced texts he had to read were another. He needed all the help he could get.

And he was very excited for that help to come from Shane.