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    "What about with girls?” Ilya asked.

    Shane shrugged. He didn’t want to think about that now, not here, not when Ilya was conditioning his hair, not while the shower was warm and no one had to rush to find their underwear in a hurry.

    ”I don’t know, just regular.”

    “Regular,” Ilya said, like he was rolling the word around in his mouth, “Hm. Shame that you have to tell all your women I gave you crabs.”

    Shane elbowed him in the ribs, just a light touch, “Fuck off, you don’t have crabs.”

    The MHL has some of their finest in New York City to film promo for the upcoming season. Shane doesn't notice that, in the absence of hockey, Ilya keeps inventing games to keep his attention.

    Featuring a broken condom, too many questions, and probably too much vulnerability for two guys who aren't even supposed to be friends.

    (Canon-compliant, set in the ep. 4 montage)

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    14 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 94

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    Cliff Marleau suddenly materialises at the table next to Ilya. The girl he was with before is still on the floor, now dancing with some other girls, probably the friends she came here with. “You’re actually here?” He asks, disbelieving.

    “Hello, Ilya. How are you, Ilya. It’s so nice to see you, Ilya.” Ilya responds, sarcasm dripping off every word, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

    “Yeah, yeah, sure. But like, you’re here.” Marleau dismisses him with a wave of his hand, leaning over him to reach for one of the beers. “Thought for sure you’d be with Jane, man.”

    In Ilya’s ear, Shane moans, all drawn out and breathy. “Fuck, Ilya.”

    Ilya smirks at Marleau. “Jane is busy at the moment, Marly.”

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    Ilya is out celebrating a win and he keeps coming up with reasons to stay later and later. The team finds this unusual cause he’d usually be racing to leave to meet up with Montreal Girl™.

    The team’s a little worried thinking Ilya somehow fumbled Montreal Girl™ and agreed to go along with his ideas.

    Meanwhile, Shane’s tied up on the bed with a vibrating buttplug that Ilya’s controlling on his phone.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    “Do not want to punish you tonight, Shane. Just want you to ride. Show me how good you are at taking control when you want to. All for me.”

    Shane mumbled, nodding, lifting his hips slowly away from the mattress. He was hesitant to move, was certain he would sob when the hollow emptiness hit, so he had to reach for Ilya’s hand, to steady him, to remind him that he would have Ilya soon. 

    “Good boy,” Ilya smiled, eyes widening as he watched the dildo slip out of Shane’s hole, covered in a mixture of Shane’s own wetness and their strawberry fucking lube. “Perfect boy. So pretty. All mine.” 

    When Shane was empty, he whimpered and whined like a puppy. Ilya was quick to grab the dildo to stop Shane from falling victim to temptation and sinking down on it again, a smirk pulling on his lips as he reached for Shane’s face. 

    “Ilya,” Shane mumbled, grazing his lips against his husband’s, inhaling the distant smell of alcohol and chewing gum mint and Ilya. “Ilya, let’s record a sex tape.” 

     

    OR, husbands Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander record another sex tape.

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    06 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 67

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    “I can’t keep doing this with you. That’s what I came here to tell you. It was fun—it stopped being fun a long time ago. Now it just feels dangerous and we can’t anymore.”

    Ilya could barely hear the violent wind blowing through the trees surrounding his house from the loud ringing in his ears. What the fuck?

    “So, what? You came here to break up with me? Does your girlfriend know you’re here?” He doesn’t say, does she know what you used to come to me for.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    After tuna melts and their first night actually sleeping together, Ilya asks Shane for more. Shane agrees, not knowing that this was Ilya's way of asking him out.

    Comination of written fic and texting fic.

    The text scrolls!

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    05 Jun 2026