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    “Fuck, Hollander,” He hears Ilya groan out. It makes Shane laugh, shaking his head. “If you ever quit hockey, you should get into porn. You are hottest pornstar I’ve ever seen.”

    Shane wipes his face quickly, making sure the tear stains are gone, hoping that his eyes aren’t too puffy or red from weeping through his orgasm. Shane grabs his phone, holding it closer to his face, only seeing Ilya’s ceiling still.

    “I’m not a pornstar, asshole,” Shane mumbles. “You could do like—audio porn. Your voice—” Shane flushes darker. “I don’t know. It’s hot. The dirty talk.”

    Rozanov scoops up the phone; he’s flushed in the cheeks, grinning crookedly. “You think my voice is hot?”

    “Shut up,” Shane grumbles, shuffling back against the bed.

    “You are in better mood. I am a good distraction, yes?”

    Oh.

    He does feel better.

    OR Shane and Ilya do not talk about what Scott said. They do jerk off

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    31 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    A+ dirty talk.

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    Rozanov posts on Instagram a lot. Not on his feed, but his stories.

    Every time he lands in a city, he posts a story. Usually it's just back of his seat, or sometimes the view out the window—on the tarmac, never anything exciting, one of just many cities their lives are broken up into—and a location tag. Low effort.

    It’s pretty obvious what it is. Guys laugh about it, call it Rozanov’s Fuck Signal. The easiest way to get the hot girls who follow him to slide into his DMs.

    Easy pussy.

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    27 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Perfect dirty talk.

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    They’re getting into a rhythm now, though, and Shane can see it. He can see this team winning the Cup this year. He tries not to get ahead of himself, tries to stay focused and go game by game, reminds himself that building up a team takes time and several seasons, but god. He wants this legacy: for himself, for Ottawa, for Ilya. For both of them and everyone else.

    Which is why, goddamnit, now is not the time to crash out over fantasies of Ilya working his whole hand down to the wrist into Shane’s ass and fucking him on his fist. And yet. Shane should know by now that timing and “good ideas” are rarely factors in whether or not he gets obsessed with something.

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    It starts, as a surprising number of things actually do, with a text from Rose.

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    11 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Long enough, hot enough, and sweet enough to get cozy up and read.

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    “I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane.

    “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent.

    “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains.

    “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.”

    “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face.

    “Why?”

    “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.

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    11 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Perfect dirty talk. And it’s sweet. Somehow.

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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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    07 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    So very hot.