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    “Good game,” Ilya snarks, he can’t help it, and Hollander shoves him hard enough into the wall that he only narrowly avoids banging his head. “You looked so hot, that goal in the second, you deserve reward—”

    “Shut the fuck up,” Hollander says, and he slams into Ilya with hardly less ferocity than they’d hit each other during the game, crushing their mouths together.

    Ilya’s vision whites out, his knees nearly buckle. He’s grateful for the wall as he grabs at Hollander and pulls him in tight, shoving a thigh between Hollander’s legs, sucking and biting at his lips, groaning loud and uninhibited as Hollander’s hand comes up to the back of his neck, fingers twisting into his curls. The kiss is furious and wet and hot and so much, Ilya is so fucking hot for it, he’s been thinking about this for weeks, reading through his text thread with Jane, jerking off almost every night with the memory of the last time playing in a loop behind his eyelids.

    He’s never wanted anything like he wants sex with Hollander, and it sort of feels like they’ve already been going at it for hours, every glance and chirp and hit on the ice has been building to this, working him, driving him fucking crazy.

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    10 Apr 2026

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    "Shane was used to the cold. But Ilya. Ilya was so warm."

    An insight into Shane's evolving headspace during an encounter between 2014 and 2016, AKA *”My moon, my man” playing faintly in the background*.

    Featuring Shane's compulsive googling habit, that goddamn mountain of cushions, and a lot of filth.

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    09 Apr 2026

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    "Listen, Mr. Rozanov." The general manager is talking out of the side of his mouth, his cigarette dropping ashes all over the hotel table. "We like you. We want you. We understand you are putting yourself under a fair amount of risk here, meeting with us like this. I hope it's obvious that if you play for us, we will set you up for a good life in Canada."

    He pauses, looks Ilya in the eye. "But you have to understand, if you agree to this, you have to be prepared to leave with us right now."

    Red Army superstar Ilya Rozanov defects from the Soviet Union. A Cold War-era hockey AU

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    04 Apr 2026

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    "What about with girls?” Ilya asked.

    Shane shrugged. He didn’t want to think about that now, not here, not when Ilya was conditioning his hair, not while the shower was warm and no one had to rush to find their underwear in a hurry.

    ”I don’t know, just regular.”

    “Regular,” Ilya said, like he was rolling the word around in his mouth, “Hm. Shame that you have to tell all your women I gave you crabs.”

    Shane elbowed him in the ribs, just a light touch, “Fuck off, you don’t have crabs.”

    The MHL has some of their finest in New York City to film promo for the upcoming season. Shane doesn't notice that, in the absence of hockey, Ilya keeps inventing games to keep his attention.

    Featuring a broken condom, too many questions, and probably too much vulnerability for two guys who aren't even supposed to be friends.

    (Canon-compliant, set in the ep. 4 montage)

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