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“Some eye contact too much for the Shane Hollander?” Shane looks up to find Rozanov watching him, a small smirk on his face.
“God forbid some of us actually care about our work.” He snaps back and he almost feels a sense of satisfaction when a look of surprise flits across Rozanov’s face for a few seconds before its replaced by something stoic, almost cruel.
“Ah yes. Work. Sitting back and looking pretty for the camera.”
or Shane Hollander, one of Canadas biggest upcoming models, is invited to a Sports photoshoot, where he meets Ilya Rozanov, star of Boston Bears. It goes as well as you would expect.
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After 18-year-old Shane's older brother wins the Stanley Cup, he decides to come stay at the Hollander family home for a couple of weeks to relax. Annoyingly, he also decides to bring along his super cocky, super hot teammate, 26-year-old Ilya Rozanov.
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" “What,” Shane breathed, eyes glued to the screen. Rozanov had taken off his helmet and was now smiling at the commissioner. His usual shit-eating commercial-friendly Colgate-smile had been replaced by a more genuine one. He looked almost reverent as he ducked his head a little and shook the commissioner's hand. Shane could swear he saw dampness rimming the Russian’s grey-blue eyes.
Despite him being a good friend of Spencer’s, Shane had never particularly taken to Rozanov. Cocky assholes with god complexes and unapologetic ragebaiting-kinks weren’t exactly his cup of tea."
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When Ilya has a horrific accident on the ice, Shane snaps into action before his heart has even begin to piece together why.
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The video JJ sent was just captioned oh shit. It jumped straight to a corner battle—Boston’d had a home game against the Nomads last night. Shane had only caught the score, exhausted after his own game, but now dread pooled in his stomach. What did oh shit mean? He could see Rozanov racing after a loose puck and then a Nomad defender came in from the side with a shoulder check. Rozanov caught an edge and pitched forward just as the defender caught Rozanov at the wrong angle, sending him head first into the boards.
Shane made a high, frightened noise he’d never heard from himself before.
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When the unsentimental financial imperative of the NHL sees Shane traded to the Boston Raiders, he and Ilya are thrown into closer extended proximity than ever before. As they adjust to life as teammates, they are forced to contend with the nature of their relationship -and must answer for themselves: is it even a relationship at all?
____Sliding down the wall, Shane hunched over his untied sneakers, shoved on hastily when Coach had called him in for a meeting after morning skate.
“Boston wanted you specifically. I’ve already spoken to their GM. You’re flying this evening or tomorrow morning: I’ll confirm once the paperwork clears.”
“Mom,” Shane managed.
“Oh sweetie. I know, okay. Those fuckers, how dare they do this! Two fucking cups! Now all of a sudden they decide they want a reset and you’re going to fund it.”
Shane put his head between his knees and tried to breathe. God, Boston. They hated him there; it was so far away; he was fucking their captain.
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