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  1. Public Bookmark 60

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    “Hollander. Relax. So you lost one game,” Ilya said. “Big deal. Win next time.”
    “It is a big deal,” Shane said. His hands were clenched tightly into fists. “It’s not just the game. You know I can’t afford to fuck up like this, not this close to playoffs. It’s a pretty big deal. Fuck. And it’s my fault. I wasn’t focused. I can play better than that, and I just… didn’t.” 
    “Okay, your fault, so what?” Ilya shrugged. “You think you should be punished for this?” 

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    15 Jan 2026

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    "I bet I can make you come more than twice in an hour Rozanov teased Shane when his hand swiped over the head of Shane's cock and gathered up the wet precome that gathered there before he jerked Shane off with single minded determination. And Shane had laughed and said big talk."

    Shane and Ilya test to see how many times Shane can come in an hour.

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    14 Jan 2026

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    “Board games,” Ilya said, kneeing them higher up his chest.
    Shane stared at him. “You travel with those?” he asked, trying to go for scathing. It never quite got there. He didn’t have Ilya’s skill.
    Ilya smiled wide and shark-like. “No,” he said. “I got them from Emily. Mrs. Lansow.”
    Shane felt even more baffled.
    “The owner of the hotel,” Ilya said.
    “I know,” Shane said. He just couldn’t imagine Ilya interacting with that sweet woman. Or her asking him to call her by her first name. “Why? I mean, why did you get them?”
    “You have better things to do?” Ilya asked.
    “I have a phone. And a laptop. And there’s a television,” Shane said.
    Ilya squinted dismissively. “Screen is bad. Melts your brain.”
    “You sound like my mom,” Shane said, a little softer than he intended and smiling reluctantly.
    Ilya tilted his head. “This does it for you?”

    Shane and Ilya learn what it's like spending time together with their clothes still on.

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    07 Jan 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 82

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    Ilya fucks a girl in a Hollander jersey. Word gets back to Shane.

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    07 Jan 2026

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    “No,” he says, smiling gently, like he doesn't know how irritating he's being. “Is my room first, da? You should speak with front desk.”

    Hollander stares at him.

    And then he starts to laugh.

    You ask the front desk,” he shoots back, in between his odd wheezes. Ilya's heart starts to pound in double time, because this is not—this cannot be Shane Hollander playing bed chicken with him. Their competitiveness is fierce, to be certain, but surely, Hollander would be the bigger person, no? “This is my fucking room, Rozanov. Wild horses couldn't drag me away.”

    OR: Ilya's apartment is under construction. Shane's in town for a game. It'd be a shame if they somehow had the same hotel room.

    [or, or: we need some more goddamn 'there was only one bed' out here.]

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    06 Jan 2026