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    “I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane.

    “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent.

    “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains.

    “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.”

    “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face.

    “Why?”

    “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.

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    “Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.”

    “Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?”

    Hayden stops, so Shane does too.

    “You don’t know who that was?” 

    Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer. 

    “Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious. 

    Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.”

    “At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke. 

    “He’s a porn star, man.” 

    “A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?” 

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    Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.

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    31 May 2026

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    For Christmas, Shane asked for a new pack of the old compression socks he likes, an upgrade on the same brand of juicer they’ve had forever, and for Ilya to keep fucking him even when he cries and screams and begs him to stop. He expected Ilya to grin. At worst, to drag Shane up against his chest and sigh, my poor deprived husband, full access to the very best cock in Ottawa and still he wants more. He never thought Ilya would say no.

    or: Shane’s husband won’t give him what he doesn’t want. Maybe Scott Hunter will.

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    Five times, Luca is in the wrong place at the right time. And one time, he gets lucky.

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    01 May 2026

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    Prompt: “You’re mine. Say it” The thing is I can totally imagine Ilya saying this, I kinda want Shane to?

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    The Metros vs Raiders game in Boston is tight and starting to tilt the wrong way.

    Rozanov’s heating up, the dangerous kind of heating up.

    Shane’s line comes off the ice, breathless. The coach paces behind them, muttering, reading the flow of the game.

    Then he snaps his fingers at Shane.

    “Hollander.”

    Shane looks up.

    Coach jerks his chin toward where Ilya is gliding across the ice, annoyingly effortless.

    “He’s yours,” the coach says. “Stick to him. Shut him down. Don’t let him breathe.”

    Shane waits for more instruction, but that is the instruction.

    Coach adds, almost like he’s daring him:
    “Go ruin his night.”

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