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    Shane decides to surprise Ilya after he beats him.

    Shane smiled at him. “I wanted to cheer you up from your loss.”

    Ilya glared at him a little, but there was no ice behind it, instead a warmth that spread from his head to his toes. Ilya stalked toward him, like a predator locking on to his prey, and Shane only let his legs fall open as his boyfriend fit between them. “Maybe I let you win,” Ilya whispered as his nose nudged along Shane’s jaw.

    “Fuck you,” Shane whispered as he tilted his head so he could catch Ilya’s mouth with his own. He didn’t think anything could feel better than kissing Ilya, nothing could quite compare- well maybe winning a cup would beat it, but only by a smidge. Ilya licked into his mouth, claiming Shane’s tongue as his own, and his right hand snaking down to rub a thumb over the jut of Shane’s hip where the lace laid beautifully against his skin. Shane gasped as his head fell to the side allowing his boyfriend the access to his neck where he could nip and bite.

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    Ilya’s eyes drag over him, starting from his head, to his jersey-clad upper body, down to his bare thighs. He’s not wearing any underwear, but the shirt is long enough to hide it. Ilya’s gaze darkens ravenously as he lets his gym bag slip from his shoulder to the floor with a dull thud. His eyes travel up again, catching on the number stamped on the arm of jersey, the C on the front. “What’s this?” he questions.

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    All fics in this series are standalone and may be read independently or in any order.

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    Shane sends a message without fully thinking it through, are you disappointed in me?

    No. Comes through immediately. I told you, good game to watch. It makes me happy to see you lose once in a while. I think you need to be brought down a notch.

    Shane’s face crumples with confusion. His heart flutters but his nostrils still flare with annoyance. Rozanov isn’t disappointed with him. He’ll ignore the last two sentences of that text. Although he thinks he knows what's coming after them.

    I can take you down a notch. Send address. Rozanov texts.

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    Jane: We didn't even kiss.

    The words stare back at him. They fucking taunt him, the same way Ilya does with that wink of his, with his smirk and his deep voice.

    Abruptly, Shane feels pissed off and a little like he’s grasping for something that’s slipping away. He feels the way he did in that bathroom, the first time he had Ilya’s attention for months and didn’t want to let Ilya escape without stealing more of it.

    The elevator door opens. Shane does not get off.

    Instead, he presses the button for Penthouse 1 and hits send on We didn’t even kiss.

    He watches the floor numbers increase as the elevator carries him back to Ilya. Shane has no idea what he’s going to say to the asshole but he knows he has so many words that are about to burst out of his mouth.

    Fuck you being the first two.

    OR Shane goes back for that kiss.

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