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    He should just forget about Rozanov. Forget about Rozanov coming all over his own stomach as Shane watched, transfixed; forget about Rozanov’s hand curving possessively around Shane’s jaw to pull him in for a kiss. Forget about the dizzying, red-hot bolt of shame and anticipation and fear and arousal that had shot through him when Rozanov stroked two fingers down between his ass cheeks and pressed there—a question, an offer. A promise.

    (In which Shane responds to Ilya’s texts between 2011 and 2013.)
     



    “Stop saying dick pic,” Shane hissed. “This is harassment.” He glared at the bulge in his pants. “You are harassing me.”

    “I do not know what this word means.”

    “How fucking convenient for you.”

    “Aw, Hollander,” Rozanov said, but he sounded a little contrite. After a beat, he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

    “Don’t you dare stop,” Shane said through clenched teeth, surreptitiously palming himself to take the edge off. It didn’t help.

    “So do you want my dick or not?” Rozanov asked after another beat.

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    Ilya brought a polaroid style camera to the cottage, because they have no pictures of each other. Always deleting whatever they might send in texts. So let's preserve some memories to keep in a secret stash!

    “You… brought a camera?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I don’t have pictures of you.” He grabbed the fresh picture the camera had spat out and waved it a little in the air. “These can be ours, secret. No digital files. And I can’t keep looking at your Calvin Klein ad in GQ anymore.”

     
    A series of vignettes for each photo taken.
    Each photo is its own chapter (except for two vignettes that will have two shots each).
    Varying lengths and ratings. Some chapters are explicit.
    Actually, if you just want a 2600 word smut fic, skip straight to chapter 8. I won't even be mad.

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    Ilya: He should buy lottery tickets because he is the luckiest man on earth 
    Ilya: He should get on his knees and thank god everyday that he got to fuck you
    Shane: Oh my God stop
    Ilya: What? I do that

    Or: The man who topped Shane in Mexico posts about his experience, Ilya contemplates murder, and the other queer NHL players get caught in the crossfire.

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    “Do you want to fuck Svetlana?"

    Shane dropped his phone. “What? No. Are you fucking crazy?”

    “I am not crazy,” Ilya said. “But I would like to be fucking. Maybe both of you. At once.”

    “Too bad you only have one dick then,” Shane said, incredulous.

    “My innocent sweet boy, Hollander. Never had a threesome before?”

    “I could barely handle one girl at a time,” Shane confessed. “Much less two. Because, Rozanov, I am gay.”

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    Ilya and Svetlana propose a threesome for old time's sake. Shane learns that sometimes, experimentation can be very, very rewarding. An exploration of identity and desire and, ultimately, being true to yourself.

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