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    “You’re going to Boston.”

    Long after Farah hangs up, the words keep echoing in Shane’s head. If he had thought his thoughts had been chaotic this morning, when his biggest problem had been his rival potentially fucking him when he came to Montreal in two weeks, that’s nothing compared to the code-red panic that started the instant he found out he was being traded to Rozanov’s team.

    Rozanov, who was supposed to be his great career rival. Rozanov, who he’s hooked up with twice now. Rozanov, who had been planning on coming to Shane’s apartment in Montreal to fuck him the next time they saw each other. God, how on Earth is Shane going to walk into his locker room in Boston in a few days time?

    The impending awkwardness of dealing with Rozanov is almost enough to eclipse the hurt he’s trying to ignore. The knowledge that Montreal values him so little that they’re willing to dispose of him only six months into his rookie season. Almost, but not quite.

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    Or, Shane gets traded to Boston AU.

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    20 Feb 2026

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    Video leaked of Boston Raiders player Cliff Marleau (@CMarleauRaiders) taking a nighttime tumble down the infamous Boston "cop slide."

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    Going down the "cop slide" becomes a trend among NHL players when visiting Boston, and Ilya may or may not be responsible, but no one can prove it.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    “Shane?” Ilya asks again. “What happened?” His gloveless hand twitches and he lifts it a fraction of an inch towards Shane.

    Shane tosses his own gloves to the ice and reaches forward, lacing their fingers together. “You took a bad hit,” he says, gritting his teeth against the fear clawing at his guts. “Flipped headfirst into the ice. Are you okay?”

    Ilya groans in answer and squeezes his hand, though Shane can't tell if he meant to do that or not.

    Suddenly, there are people all around them. Shane shifts protectively close before he realizes it’s the medical team.

    “Hollander, get back to your bench,” someone says, but there’s no way Shane’s going. Even if he wanted to, Ilya’s gripping his hand like a lifeline, eyes finally locked on Shane’s face. Shane isn’t leaving him.

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    18 Feb 2026

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    The command had sliced through him like a knife, and Shane had very nearly opened his mouth. It didn’t just paralyse his jaw, his entire body locked up, shock rippling through him.

    No matter how many comments were made, neither of them had ever been so evil as to order him so directly. Not since-

    But then Ilya Rozanov had tackled both of them to the ground, flinging his entire body weight at them, skates flying into the air.

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    AU where Shane just wants to play hockey but biology and shitty teammates make it nearly impossible. Ilya just wants to have some good competition on the ice. They make it work (eventually).

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    17 Feb 2026

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    Episode Four: Shane tries something new to help Ilya come down from the stressful phone call with his dad. 

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    “You want to try something.” Ilya was still reeling from the call with his dad, but managed a nod. “Ok. What is it?”  

    “Well, if you want,“ Shane hesitated, half afraid Ilya would laugh at him for asking, half embarrassed over how bad he wanted to do it. “You can tell me if you don’t like it.” 

    “I like everything you do.” Ilya countered bluntly. “Hollander, everything you do is good. Why are you–” 

    “Can I hold you?” Shane asked, and Ilya didn’t understand, “You want to hold me?”

    “Yeah.” Shane slid off the couch to kneel on the floor.  “Like this.” He pulled Ilya’s pants down slowly, licking his lips and exhaling audibly shaky when he saw Ilya’s cock lying soft but thick against his thigh. “Can I hold you,” he inched closer between Ilya’s spread knees, running his fingers over his bottom lip in a purposeful invitation, “Like this?” 

    “Oh fuck.” Ilya gulped. “Yes.”

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