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    “Boring?” Shane asked, heart in his throat. The wet thumb on his chin stroked his bottom lip lightly, almost reverently, and Shane tried not to feel too light-headed from that simple touch.

    “No,” Ilya finally replied quietly, his gaze melting into something unbearably warm as it took Shane apart. “Boring is better.”

    Fuck, who let him say things like this? “I’ll find you one. A good replacement. No more smoking.”

    “Hollander,” Ilya deadpanned. “I will not suck your dick every time I want cigarette.”

    Shane made a show of rolling his eyes, trying—and failing—not to blush at Ilya’s crude language. “Fuck you. I wasn’t saying that."

    Or, Ilya starts smoking again, and Shane suggests lollipops to help him quit. It might be the best and worst idea he's ever had.

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    03 Feb 2026

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    “You like it, right?” Shane whispered against his lips.

    “Hm?” Ilya tried hard to focus on Shane’s words but Shane felt too good, the pressure of his ass on Ilya’s crotch too maddeningly distracting.

    Shane leaned in so that his mouth was now right on Ilya’s ear, stilling his movements. “I said,” he breathed hotly, “you like it? Being my dog?”

    And this was new. The words sent an electric shock down Ilya’s spine, making him involuntarily thrust up into Shane. Ilya swallowed, closing his eyes and nodding furiously, as Shane nibbled on his ear lobe and sucked sweetly at the skin there.

    “Speak,” Shane said simply, the same tone he used when talking to Chiron or Anya. When talking to dogs.

    “Fuck,” Ilya choked out. “Yes, da, yes, I like being your dog.”

    or, Ilya discovers a new kink about himself.

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    03 Feb 2026

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    “I’m putting in a transfer request to Carleton this afternoon.”

    Ilya gets off his bike and wraps his sweaty arms around Shane’s sweaty shoulders, presses their sweaty heads together and holds him tight. “Nooo, Hollander, you cannot leave me. Who will put Barrett and Marly in time out when they fuck up too many shots in a row?”

    “I’m sure Bood will do it. He loves bossing people around.”

    Bood stands up straight and salutes his captains. “I take the title with great honor. Enjoy the Ravens, Hollander—your legacy of being a chaste Victorian debutante will be remembered fondly but not carried on.”

    This snaps that last thread of Shane’s refined patience. “I can pick up girls! I have no problem getting numbers and calling them and talking!”

    Hazy smirks. “Innocent until proven guilty.”

    “I can pick people up,” Shane says again, moving off his bike and out of Ilya’s sweaty embrace. “And I don’t have to do it by concocting schemes or stripping on top of the LAX bros’ coffee table.”

    Or, after some team chirping at Shane's expense, Ilya accidentally interrupts a few of his potential dating prospects and then keeps on doing it less than accidentally

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    31 Dec 2025

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    His father would accuse him of being weak, of letting his heart lead him to stupid places. But for once in his life, Ilya can’t bring himself to care about this. He wants Shane. He wants to coax his boyfriend into ordering takeout from that place they like around the corner from Ilya’s apartment and cheating on his diet a little. Then he wants to blow him on the couch, and he wants Shane to ride him. They can shower afterwards and put some highlights on the TV before falling asleep and ignoring Shane’s alarm the next morning. He wants the peace they had at the cottage during the season, to steal those moments and get to exhale.

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    Inspired by this tweet by @paulasoldestson: ilya actually love having a strict boyfriend. like no his bitch do not let him have friends NO he not allowed to be out past 11 and NO U CANNOT SIT HERE!!!

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    31 Dec 2025

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    “Fuck, Hollander,” He hears Ilya groan out. It makes Shane laugh, shaking his head. “If you ever quit hockey, you should get into porn. You are hottest pornstar I’ve ever seen.”

    Shane wipes his face quickly, making sure the tear stains are gone, hoping that his eyes aren’t too puffy or red from weeping through his orgasm. Shane grabs his phone, holding it closer to his face, only seeing Ilya’s ceiling still.

    “I’m not a pornstar, asshole,” Shane mumbles. “You could do like—audio porn. Your voice—” Shane flushes darker. “I don’t know. It’s hot. The dirty talk.”

    Rozanov scoops up the phone; he’s flushed in the cheeks, grinning crookedly. “You think my voice is hot?”

    “Shut up,” Shane grumbles, shuffling back against the bed.

    “You are in better mood. I am a good distraction, yes?”

    Oh.

    He does feel better.

    OR Shane and Ilya do not talk about what Scott said. They do jerk off

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