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    “Say it again?” Shane pleads softly. “Before I leave?”

    Ilya nods, pressing his lips to Shane’s chest. When he speaks, it’s like he’s trying to push it between Shane’s ribs—directly to his heart.

    “Baby.” This, first, in English. Then in Russian: “One day you’ll realize that you’re wasted on me.

    Shane utters a quiet sob, like he understands every word. Hours later, when Ilya’s trying to sleep, he’ll swear he can feel the same sound trapped in his throat.

    Or: Ilya loves pet names. One day, Shane returns the favor.

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    30 May 2026

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    He repeated himself in Russian, slowly, making sure each syllable was as clear as the vodka he’d been drinking.

    “I…” Hollander licked his lips. He was kneeling on the bed, Ilya’s hand on his chin keeping him there though he could get away easily. He didn’t move. His cock was flushed and curving upwards toward his stomach. “I don’t know what that means.”

    Ilya was feeling magnanimous. He showed his teeth. “I will teach you.”

    Five times Shane is taught Russian by Ilya during sex… And one time Shane tries to learn it himself.

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    27 May 2026

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    “How is your injury?”

    That made Hollander shudder. Ilya was certain he’d been asked variations of that question a hundred times over the past few days, but it had probably sounded nothing like how Ilya made sure it sounded now, falling from his lips. Dark and disinterested.

    Sacré bleu is a phrase in French used to indicate surprise or shock. Literally translated, it means “holy blue”. Now, it is worth noting that bleu can also mean “bruise”.

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    Sacré bleu. Sacred bruise.

    Such a mark should be given special consideration.

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    27 May 2026

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    Shane shifts on their bed as he types out, You have a game on Tuesday. You need to sleep.

    Ilya: so help me

    Shane groans. He can picture Ilya’s knowing little smirk, his chiseled face awash in his phone’s glow. As far as Shane knows, the buses don’t have beds, so Ilya’s sitting in a seat. Surrounded by their teammates.

    You might get caught, Shane argues feebly.

    like i give a fuck? comes the inevitable reply. i havent kissed you in a week. i am dying hollander ok. dying. can you live with that? knowing i died because you did not want to sext your husband?

    Beside himself, Shane smiles while he types. Yes.

    Or: Shane is sick and Ilya misses him. It goes about how you'd expect.

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    25 May 2026

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    Shane rolls his eyes while he types. You have the wrong number.

    Unknown: ok lol. wyd later

    Shane: Dude, knock it off. I’m not whoever you think I am.

    Unknown: then howd you know im a dude? if i am “stranger”...

    Shane braces one of his elbows on the doorframe. Trust me, I can tell. Hoping it’ll scare them off, he adds, I’m also a guy. Just FYI.

    But all they come back with is:

    Unknown: oh yea? r u hot?

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    24 May 2026