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    Jane: Look are we ok?
    Jane: fuck um. You just - i dunno
    Jane: You sounded off on the phone?
    Jane: god ok fine maybe youre mad at me.
    Jane: Since im boring or whatever.
    Jane: Anyway i have to go to some stupid bar with the team
    Jane: call me back when you get these?

    *Jane is typing….*



    Jane: ilyaaaaaaa ugh
    Jane: cartftr made me take shits
    Jane: fuck no not shits
    Jane: shats
    Jane: SHORTS
    Jane: fucking hell i give up
    Jane: point is im drjnk and im sad and i miss you
    Jane: and im NOT ducking boring
    Jane: duck
    Jane: DUCK
    Jane: ugh. You know hwat i mean
    Jane: im in a cab and i see the airport and
    Jane: what if i just booked a flght to Bossston early haha
    Jane: how boring would that be

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    05 Jun 2026

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    Shane rolls his eyes as if he’s not absolutely going to Face Time Ilya the moment he gets to his Montreal apartment door. 

    He maybe also decides not to delete this photo of Ilya’s perfect abs drizzled in come to the point that they’re dripping like the ridges of a fresh-from-the-oven cinnamon roll - quite as soon as he should.

    For Science.

    Then he opens his browser and types in the words ‘sexting coaching’ into the Google search bar.

    The first few hits are blurred out video reels Shane’s too terrified to open in public at the airport.

    But finally he sees something promising on Craigslist.com.

    'Johnny Big Bravo, Professor of Sextuality. Virtual coaching for reasonable fee. Serious inquiries only - email [email protected] with a summary of your sexting needs and I will send you a quote'

    Normally Shane wouldn’t do something this reckless, stupid, and impulsive.

    But this is the Year of Yes. 

    And also the year Shane takes the concept of sexting and Hollanders the fuck out of that shit. He’s going to become an expert.

    A sextpert, even. A sext champion. Point is, he’s going to kick Rozanov’s ass.

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    The kiss is tender, Shane slotting his lips over Ilya’s like they’re filling a space that’s been empty for far, far, too long. Their mouths mirror the way Shane cradles Ilya’s body, and yeah, fucking hell - they really are that, two puzzle pieces that just happen to also be people. Ilya wonders if they were born or created to fit this way - and if God and heaven exist, he decides that upon arrival at those pearlescent afterlife gates, Ilya will personally shake his, her, or their hand in gratitude for that divine design.

    In fact, for all of his soul-searching today - Ilya would happily define himself as a human born for the express purpose of fitting perfectly with the person of Shane Hollander. It may be the only thing he has ever done perfectly, and he’s okay with that.

    Suddenly, because Shane is definitely rubbing off on him, Ilya says:

    “I have an idea?”

    Shane keeps his arms tightly wrapped around him as he replies:

    “What?” His nose brushes Ilya’s, almost like his body needs to keep them connected while their mouths are occupied with that foolish business of talking as opposed to being linked in a kiss.

    Relatable, really.

    “Have you ever tried docking?”

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    “So you did not take care of -” he gestures vaguely towards Shane’s groin.

    Shane shakes his head tightly. “I did not - take care of.”

    “Tsk, tsk,” Ilya says. “I will help. Just try not to come during competition, and I will take care of - you, later.”

    “Oh, please,” Shane rolls his eyes. “You think I’m going to come during a hockey competition?”

    Ilya’s expression grows more taunting before he turns to walk away. “Maybe. Maybe you are going to come watching me win a hockey competition. Untouched.”

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    In fact, Ilya’s absolutely certain that if he lets a kiss happen right fucking now, it’ll mess so much with his poor, shredded, and damaged heart that he wouldn’t know what to do with it.

    So instead, he permits himself a small brush of Shane’s hair, on the pretense that he’s just pushing it out of his eyes, and then he steps out of the reach of Shane’s hand. Shane’s face immediately looks so crestfallen that Ilya blurts out:

    “Let me walk you to your room.”

    Like he’s - blyat, his fucking parent or they’re a couple in a 1950s movie, or something.

    Shane’s eyes darken and - fuck this is a bad idea.

    Just like everything else they do.

    Ilya motions at Shane to drink more water while he grabs a sanitizing wipe and walks over to the bike he’d been using earlier. There’s a little burble of laughter behind him, and he looks up from wiping the seat down to raise an eyebrow at Shane. 

    “What? I am practicing good gym behavior. I am not an asshole.”

    Shane’s face grows inordinately soft, then, and he says quietly:

    “No. You’re not.”

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