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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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    27 May 2026

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    25 May 2026

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    In which I put Hollanov into SituationsTM as if they were living in a procedural TV show land like Criminal Minds, The Rookie, Castle or Bones. Where, yes, hockey players attract a lot of trouble and then sort of end up solving crimes to save each other’s lives.

    ✨ Long live the power of looooooove and crazy shenanigans ✨

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    25 May 2026

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    No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.

    Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.

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    24 May 2026

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    “Relax, Hollander,” Rozanov dismisses his worries with a wave of the hand, all but sauntering towards the bed before sitting on the mattress, leaning back on the sheets, legs crossed wide, ankle to the knee. His scent spreads in the warmly lit room. “I have them well trained. What is it called? Teaching a dog old tricks?”

    “The saying goes ‘teaching an old dog new tricks’,” Shane corrects in a biting tone, already, for whatever reason, removing his own jacket. “And the point of it is, you can’t.”

    Playing hockey for the MLH as a male omega isn’t easy. Resisting Ilya Rozanov, who wears his pheromones with pride and malice on the ice, only makes it that much harder.

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    20 May 2026