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Shane was looking down. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in intense, painful concentration. His lips were moving, silently shaping the words. Good. Night. Forming them slowly, carefully, in the secret space of his own mouth.
Ilya’s breath hitched. He’d never seen this. Why would he have? Shane had never been sad around him. Never hurt. Never in this kind of quiet, defeated pain. Around Ilya, Shane had been pleasured and angry and frustrated and gloriously competitive. But never this. Never shattered.
(or, everything is same but Shane has a slight stutter that gets bad when he's sad. Ilya has never heard it because Shane has never been sad around him. Until their night in Vegas.)
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- Part 6 of Crashing out over Hollanov
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15 Feb 2026
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Of all the things Shane expected from college, making friends with a Russian, frat boy hockey player was not on that list. It wasn’t even a concept of a thought.
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Hollanov College AU with a sprinkle of Valentines fluff
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15 Feb 2026
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It’s exactly three minutes after Ilya leaves Shane’s condo that Shane is in the bathroom, putting toothpaste on his toothbrush, when his eyes spot it. He hasn’t been back here in a month, which means the waste bin is empty, save for the white trash bag, and the condom Ilya had tied off and discarded in it.
No. He isn’t going to untie the condom and swallow down what’s inside. That’s a crazy thing to do. It’s a crazy thing to think, even, so he shakes his head, as if doing so will dislodge the thought.
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Shane drinks Ilya's cum from a used condom and feels a lot of things about it.
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15 Feb 2026
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“Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.”
“Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?”
Hayden stops, so Shane does too.
“You don’t know who that was?”
Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer.
“Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious.
Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.”
“At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke.
“He’s a porn star, man.”
“A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?”
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Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.
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15 Feb 2026
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Ilya pulls him up for a kiss. His hands wandering down to his thighs and lifting him up onto the counter. Shane wraps his arms around his neck in return.
He smiles against his mouth. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers.
“Yes. Happy Valentine’s Day,” Ilya replies.
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15 Feb 2026