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    And suddenly, filling his entire screen, Rozanov was grinning into the camera with a row of bloody teeth. His lip was split. When he wiped his mouth with the back of his bare hand, it came away streaked with red. He spat the rest onto the ice with an awful smile and a wink before getting to his feet.


    Jane: Can you stay in the dressing room?

    Lily: Are you asking or telling?

    Jane: You hate being told what to do.

    Lily: Not when it's you

    Jane: Stay.

    Jane: You looked really fucking good taking that hit.

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    “I think you don’t hate me as much as you want to. I think you’re curious about me. I think-” Ilya leans in, voice dropping even lower. “I think you watch my highlights. Late at night, when no one is looking.”

    Shane Hollander is bred for greatness: son of a future Prime Minister, Canada’s golden boy, first overall pick. Ilya Rozanov is Russia’s answer: the President’s son, cocky and brilliant, everything Shane is supposed to beat.

    Their rivalry begins at seventeen with an overtime goal and a blown kiss. It evolves in hotel rooms and stolen hours between games they’re supposed to hate each other through. For seven years, they hide what they are while the world watches them compete, until one catastrophic hit forces Ilya to make an impossible choice in front of twenty thousand people.

    What starts as Cold War propaganda becomes something neither of them can control. And when you’re in love with your rival, winning and losing stop meaning what they used to.

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    “Shane…”

    “Who the fuck do you think you’re calling Shane?”

    “Sweetheart,” Ilya corrects, tilting his head down against Shane’s grip on his hair to try to catch his lips. “Please.”

    “I can do everything she can,” Shane says. “But you’ve been a bit too naughty today. I’m tying you up first.”

    “Oh, no,” Ilya says, voice going high and breathy. “That’s terrible.”

    Or - The jealous Shane/pathetic top Ilya fic where Shane makes Ilya beg for it

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    Post-gig adrenaline and too much energy from being on stage. They find a way to deal with it in their dressing room.

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    21 Sep 2025

  5. Rec 37

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    There's no denying it. It's an unmistakable moan. A throaty, broken sound that Miles has definitely never heard Alex make before, because he'd know if he had. It’s similar to the sound Alex sometimes makes when he’s performing with the Monkeys, at the start of a bridge or a solo, but it’s also not like that at all. Because where those moans are deliberate and showy, this one is clearly accidental, and therefore much, much more intimate.

    They both freeze, Miles's hand still gripping Alex’s hair while the ghost of the moan continues to echo inescapably through the room.

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    17 Sep 2025