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    ‘Something about the thought of the empty, Kip-less apartment that’s waiting for him back home in NYC is really doing a number on him right now, and all he wants to do is sleep, so he can forget about everything for a few hours – or, better yet, get so blindingly drunk on board this plane that he can forget everything for even longer. He decides on option number two, accepts the champagne, and empties it in one long gulp.
    “Whoa whoa whoa, Hunter, did Canada hurt your feelings this bad?” says a male voice with a gruff, Russian accent directly next to him.
    Scott looks up and finds Ilya Rozanov looking back at him. He’s in grey sweats and a black hoodie and somehow manages to look well-rested after the flight from Sochi – probably the same one Scott just took –, all smooth golden curls and zero dark circles under his eyes. Scott hates him a little bit for it. He hates him a lot more when he pushes his hand luggage under the seat next to Scott’s and lets himself sink down in it.’

    Scott and Ilya meet on a plane after the Sochi Olympics. Things escalate a bit.

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    “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

    Shane spit the words out like he intended for them to hurt, but Ilya wasn’t the type of man who got mad at the truth. That was his problem, after all: he couldn’t help himself, especially when it came to Shane Hollander.

    Or: Ilya follows Shane to the bar after a game, and Shane is definitely (not) in the mood.

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    “What the fuck?” Shane breathes, and he knows it’s the wrong thing to say when he sees the hurt flicker through Ilya’s eyes in the dark of his room.
    Ilya falters, just for a second. “Problem, Hollander?”
    “No!” Shane is crossing the room in a second and crawling into bed. (He’s still wearing his pants; he never wears his outside clothes in bed.) Ilya is good at hiding his hurt from Shane, but he’s ‘Hollander’ again, he’s not Shane, he’s not baby, he’s not moya lyubov. He’s on his knees between Ilya’s legs. From here, he can hear everything: the wet sounds of Ilya’s fingers sliding in and out, the rustle of the sheets. His entrance is puffy and swollen, slick with lube. There’s a spot on Shane’s comforter, like Ilya was overzealous with the lube, like he wasn’t sure how much to use on himself.

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    Ilya’s brother gives him a call to congratulate him on his wedding. He might need some reassurance from Shane after he’s unwise enough to take it.

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