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    Distantly, he thinks he could come from this sight alone. Shane Hollander, on his knees in the middle of the ice, swathed in the striking blue of his old Voyageurs jersey. Beneath the bright lights of the rink, he's a vision of wild making.

    “You are so fucking beautiful,” Ilya says, running his hands through Shane’s hair, the long sweep of it. He can feel the way Shane has started to shake slightly, maybe from realization of where they are, maybe from sweat cooling, maybe both.

    “Ilya,” Shane manages, laying his forehead on one thick thigh. “Ilya, please take me back to the car.”

    Ilya purses his lips. Lets out a long breath.

    “No,” he replies, softly. That earns him a bleary look from Shane, whose brows are knitted together again.

    “What do you mean, no?”

    “I mean, I fuck you right here, or I don’t fuck you at all.”

    In the heat of late spring, Shane turns 31. Ilya finds a way to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality.

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