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    It used to worry Shane. In the early days of their heated rivalry, where the line between fucking and frenemies had started to get shaky and blurred, he used to lie awake at night wondering what Ilya saw in him.

    If he used to lurk in the murky depths of online gossip columns to read about Boston Raiders Captain Ilya Rozanov’s latest speculated flings with supermodels and upcoming song writing prodigies; well, that information was between him and his internet cookies and that’s where it was going to stay.

    It was hard not to compare himself though. All of Ilya’s previous known partners (and there were many of them) were tall, razor thin and packing a stunning pair of perfectly round elevated breasts.

    Shane has none of these qualities. He’s not particularly tall - at least by the standards of ice hockey players - he’s stocky, and he is pretty positive that he does not possess a rack.

    And yet.

    And yet, Ilya cannot seem to keep his hands away from Shane’s chest.

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    Shane notices Ilya's obsession with his chest. He decides to go along for the ride.

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    08 Feb 2026

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    In his sleep, Robert appears- for once in his life- like he’s not stressed to hell and back. The frown lines on his forehead are smooth and lax, and even the exhausted bruises that paint the skin below his eyes a sickly purple seem diminished in the soothing glow of Chad’s bedside lamp. He’s still scruffy and unfortunately clothed in that hideous uniform, but all that does is add to the reality of Robert being here, safe and comfortable in Chad’s bed.

    Without even realizing he’s doing it, Chad reaches out and smooths his hand over the messy puff of Robert’s hair. The other man hums quietly and turns towards the warmth of his palm, and Chad flinches back like he’s somehow, impossibly, been burned. Robert’s face creases into that oh-so familiar frown as if Chad’s touch was wanted in the first place, and a spike of longing spears through him.

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    07 Feb 2026

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    “You never answer my question,” Rozanov repeats. Shane turns the water pressure down just a little so that he can hear the Russian over the spray, wipes some condensation from the stall window so that he can see him. “About your thing.”

    “My…thing?”

    “Your dildo.” Rozanov flashes him with a shit eating grin and points at him with his green plastic toothbrush. The green plastic toothbrush that Shane brought. The green plastic toothbrush that Shane brought, just in case Rozanov ever decided to stay longer than the time it took for the cum to dry on Shane’s belly.

    He brought the toothbrush for when Ilya smells like cigarettes, because Ilya always smokes a cigarette after sex.

    Oh yeah, that’s something that Shane apparently knows about him now.

    "Well?" Rozanov asks expectantly, "What colour is it?"
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    Shane Hollander has a dildo. Ilya Rozanov has a hyper fixation. They both benefit from it in some way.

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    05 Feb 2026

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    Ilya rocks his hips up. “No, Hollander. Keep up. I want to meet your dildo.” He enjoys enunciating the word. Tries to give it a bit of a whiny Canadian inflection. “You remember? You told me about him, back in Vegas.”

    Hollander blushes beautifully and says, “That’s private.”

    “Hollander. I know the taste of your ball skin.”

    “That’s—Jesus, don’t say it like that. I can show you, but. Only if you promise not to be a dick.”

    “Best behaviour,” Ilya promises. “Will say only nice things.”

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    05 Feb 2026

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    “Russians don’t blush, starshine.”

    “And guys don’t squirt, Ilya.”

    A snowboarding trip turns into a filthy, intimate challenge when Ilya decides to prove a point—repeatedly—in the most overwhelming ways possible.

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    25 Jan 2026