Fredericks
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"Oh my God, what?" Shane demands, nervous now.
Ilya swears in Russian again. "Is, um. The condom."
Fuck. "What about the condom?"
"Eto slomano," he says, like he can't fucking bring himself to say it in a language that Shane can understand. Then he finally looks at Shane, mouth covered like he's a cowering dog afraid to show Shane his teeth. "It broke."Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander are twenty, on top of the world, and a little irresponsible about it. This is the crash.
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31 Mar 2026
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Maverick's always had the wings.
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Bookmarked by Fredericks
26 Mar 2026
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Shane's brought Ilya to his cottage, which means something, doesn't it? And whether it's a test, or an experiment, or an audition - Ilya is determined he will triumph. By any means necessary.
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Relentlessly explicit companion piece to rush&roulette; another missing scene, this time from the heart of the cottage, from Ilya's POV. Revisiting that specific request of Shane’s because now, everything is different.
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He smiled at Shane’s startled look, moving in close, overriding any objection with a kiss. He'd show him. Come on. What did he expect? Bring Ilya to an isolated house of glass, he was going to be pressing Shane against every damn window.
He crowded him with deliberate intent, squeezing Shane's chest and pushing him back. Kissing his mouth, his neck. Trying to tell him with his lips and tongue that he was here, they were here; that what they had was sunlit and sober and real and worthy.
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- Part 2 of between the lines, between the sheets
Bookmarked by Fredericks
23 Mar 2026
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"Fucking moron." Cliff mutters. "Who doesn't like eating pussy? Well. I mean." He darts a glance out of the corner of his eye.
Rozanov chuckles into the mouth of his beer. "Marley, you know how much pussy I've eaten?"
"I just meant--I wasn't trying to be insensitive. I know Hollander's gay."
"Mm. True, Shane would cry." He tilts his beer into his mouth then, so Cliff almost doesn't hear him say, "Different for him with cock, though."
Cliff laughs. "You're a fuckin' dog, Rozy."
"Whaaat? I'm just saying, my husband? Fucking lo-o-ves to suck cock. Loves it."Cliff is just trying to be a good friend. He's not realizing anything about himself at all.
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23 Mar 2026
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He crowds Shane into the hood of the car, hands up under his shirt and jacket again. October is getting cold; nights are getting colder. The places where Ilya is touching him are the only parts of Shane’s body that are warm right now. Maybe that’s why he wraps his arms around Ilya’s neck and clings to him, though he doesn’t necessarily surprise himself with it. They don’t even kiss for a moment. Ilya busies himself breathing into the crook of Shane’s neck, trying to regain control. Shane opens his eyes and gazes over Ilya’s shoulder at the dark field and realizes that an utterly foreign feeling has risen up in him. It’s Ilya’s broad shoulders and beautiful hair between Shane and the world and he feels—small. Protected.
“Oh my God,” Shane whispers, completely ashamed of the feeling and hungry for it. It curls warm in his stomach. His toes arch inside his shoes. Something about being so close to this man, something about Ilya putting himself between Shane and—the world. Whatever lurks in the deep night. It’s a feeling like a ghost, something that Shane isn’t allowed to look directly at except for moments like these. Quiet and dark.Shane, Ilya, Vermont. Meeting in the middle.
Bookmarked by Fredericks
23 Mar 2026