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    “Enjoying lunch?” Ilya reached over and grabbed a stick of carrot from Hollander’s bowl, crunching noisily. “Wow, special day, you are allowed salad dressing, huh?”
    “Fuck off, Rozanov.”
    “Your car looks slow. Did you bring car seat for the kids?”
    Hollander looked like he would murder him. Even better. Ilya enjoyed this look of steady hatred on him more than anything else. Well. Almost anything else.
    The way he looked when he was desperate to cum after hours of edging probably beat it.

    Shane Hollander is Formula 1's hottest talent and three-time world champion, destined to break records. Ilya Rozanov is a fast, aggressive driver who never had the car to match his abilities - until now.

    They've been rivals in some form for fifteen years - and this season, finally in evenly matched cars, one of them is going to win the World Driver's Championship. That is, as long as they can keep up their carefully constructed rivalry, and not give in to the feelings they've been running from almost all their lives.

    aka: 'What if Heated Rivalry was F1 instead of hockey?'

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    10 Jul 2026

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    "Are you Russian?" Shane turned and said, a little too loud.

    Ilya laughed and lowered his head to the bed. That was a very cute laugh. "What gave me away?" He straightened up and looked at Shane.

    "The accent. I'm sorry, um... It's hot, actually." Fuck, why would he say that?

    "Is okay. Are you gay?" Ilya crossed his arms and looked at Shane with a smirk that went straight to his dick.

    "Uh... I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to ask me that." Shane turned red in an instant. "I didn't mean anything when I said it's hot. I'm sorry." He was messing this up so badly he should just pack and go back home.

    "Stop apologizing. I know I'm hot, yes." Ilya finished making the bed and got closer to Shane, leaning on his desk. "You are hot too. We can tell each other that, since we are both straight." He lowered his head back and winked. Fucking winked. What an asshole.

    "I'm... I'm not—"

    "So, gay?"

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    Freshman year was supposed to be simple: get out of Ottawa, get drunk, get laid. Then Shane met his hot Russian neighbor, who very helpfully announced that he was straight.

    Shane believed him right up until he walked in on Ilya with another man's mouth on his dick.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    (Meant to be downloaded, original is on my profile.)

    That thought settles into his brain dangerously. Ilya’s been with everyone. Girls. Guys. Others. What's another person on the list?

    If Shane wants experience…

    If he wants to stop feeling behind…

    Why not Ilya?

    Yes, he was a complete asshole that Shane wished he could choke to death sometimes and his brother's childhood bestfriend, but it wouldn’t mean anything. It's for the experience, the education of it all.

    For hockey.

    Obviously.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov has always been Shane Hollander’s older brother’s best friend. He was never supposed to become Shane’s first everything.

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    16 Jun 2026