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    They've fought before. Argued. But never fought, not on the ice. Not until tonight.

     

    Shane only has anything approaching metal in his music library for days like this, where he feels like his skin is on too tight and his nervous system is ready to crack like a spring, exploding out with all its contorted, stored force. He’s been swallowing down a lot lately, too busy off this last road trip to get enough downtime to bring himself back into something resembling balance. The guitars scream in his ears along with the screaming in his head, screaming he really wishes he could do right now. The only way he can articulate it is frustratingly vague: he feels off, like he’s a side of himself that only arrives when he’s so frayed at the edges it threatens to rupture and pour out of him until the pressure has equalized itself again.

    He’d hoped that seeing Ilya in between morning practice and the evening game would be a way to release some of the pressure, open the valve a little with Ilya’s mouth and hands and cock and help him vent a little of the nerves and overwhelm with a good hard orgasm and the comfort of Ilya’s presence and warmth for what little time they had for the afternoon.

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