Let Go
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It starts with Rozanov’s lips wrapping around the word more.
A low murmur, all breath, nearly soundless—an order that Shane obeys without thought or question. The word ignites inside of Shane, scorching and bright, raw, powerful heat.
He doesn’t make the connection for some time. Not for years.
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- Part 1 of Let Go
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Ilya sees the photo as soon as it drops.
A pap shot, a little grainy, but unmistakable—Hollander in a park, so early in the morning it’s barely even light out, stretching before a run, arms up over his head. A sliver of tan belly slips out from the hem of his tight, white compression shirt. The shirt conforms to every curve on his body. Curves, multiple. Stomach, tits, hips. Maybe it wouldn't have been so obvious in a looser shirt, in shorts whose waistband didn’t dig into Hollander’s sides enough to create the slightest bulge all the way around. But it is obvious, like this.
Hollander has gotten heavy. Several pounds heavier than Ilya has ever seen him in all the years they’ve known each other.
What happened to Shane Hollander? The caption asks. A great fucking question.
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- Part 2 of Let Go
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Shane says, “Why’d you order so much? You having other people over or something?”
“Yes, of course, I invited whole team to watch us fuck, Hollander.” Ilya sits on the edge of the mattress, hooks a finger under Shane’s chin and kisses the dour expression off of his face. “No. Just you.”
“Okay, well, I’m only one person, Rozanov. Just because I’m—“ Shane’s eyes dart away. “Just because I went off my diet, it doesn’t mean I need a whole dining cart’s worth of food for dinner.”
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- Part 3 of Let Go