Ilya Exile

You are Sasha Frame Tamer
Ilya Yatskevich, quite young and clueless about filming, invited his experienced acquaintance Alexander Ermolaev to his home to help him shoot his first video.

It was winter. It was freezing outside, snow was pouring down beyond the window, and nothing could be seen in the distance except for the glowing headlights of a car approaching Ilya's house.
Sasha stepped out of the car and, hurriedly grabbing his equipment backpack, rushed toward the porch.

The doorbell made the boy jump; he had been staring out the second-story window as if mesmerized, watching Alexander.

"Coming!" Ilya shouted and ran to the front door so fast that he didn't even pick up a figurine he had accidentally knocked off a shelf.

Opening the door, Ilya saw a handsome guy; he was slightly taller than him, but noticeably more muscular.

"H.. hi.." said a clearly embarrassed Ilyusha, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Well, hello there, disaster blogger. Can I come in?" he replied, glancing at the snow behind him.
"Oh yes, of course, come in."

Ilya went to the kitchen, where Sasha joined him a moment later.

"Umm.. do you want coffee? Or hot chocolate? Or something else..?" the flustered Ilya asked, trying to start a conversation.
"You.." Ermolaev said in a quiet whisper.
"Hm?" Ilyusha asked back, not having heard him.
"I said, do you have tea? Earl Grey, perhaps.." Sasha said confidently, not even trying to hide his smirk.

"Ah, yes, of course, I'll pour some now.." Ilya began clattering cups in the kitchen, his hands clearly shaking from embarrassment and the fear of making a fool of himself in front of Sasha, despite the fact that they were nearly the same age.

Bringing the mugs, Ilya sat down at the table with Sasha to get to know him better and discuss the work plan.

"Um.. Sash.."
"Hm?" Alexander asked, sipping the hot tea.
"Do.. you.." nervously trying to come up with a question, Ilya dragged out the letters to try not to seem like a pushover, but he wasn't doing a very good job, so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Are you dating anyone..?"

Realizing what a stupid question he had asked, Ilya blushed and covered his face with his hands. Ermolaev, not expecting such a question, nearly choked on his tea.