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    A memory springs to mind: two weeks ago, drunk on Hayden's couch, curled up with Jackie. His voice, soft and quiet, heartbroken with desire, wavering through words about the impossibility of wanting. About the greed that rises in him. About how he clings so badly when he's around Rozanov that all of his common sense falls to the wayside.

    Jackie's voice, rising through the dim gray, as Hayden had snored next to them. All it takes is one of you to make a move, she'd said, their hands laced together, her head on his shoulder. Something's gotta give eventually.

    “I—” Shane starts, before pausing. He thinks he's going to throw up. He thinks that they got it right all those years ago, with it's the hope that kills you. He thinks he has to be brave enough for the both of them, to actually ask, and he's so fucking scared, but he can't let Rozanov's quiet offer of something go unanswered—he'll regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn't take a chance. “Ilya.”

    OR: Shane wants, despite how badly he pretends otherwise.

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    Shane’s fingertips lazily trace down the middle of his back, and then tap their way back up. Ilya wants to die here.

    “If you could be any animal,” Shane asks, yawning in the middle of the sentence, “what animal would you be?”

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  3. Public Bookmark 33

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    There was something more though. Something that, even after all these years together, he wasn’t quite able to articulate. Though, it was not necessarily something he could ignore now, not after this display. 

    He wanted to blame it on the panic coursing through him after unsuccessfully chasing after his dad. He really wanted to. But that was no reason to feel this much desperation for it, there was absolutely no reason for him to want this so bad. Sure his knees were weak, and sure he was losing his mind at a dizzying rate, but he’s not quite sure how he got down here. Or when his brain decided that yeah, that’s where he needed to be.

    And why was it fucking helping.

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    Ilya and Shane engage in a bloodthirsty, high stakes competition after meeting Shane's parents.

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    “You did not fall in love first,” Shane says instantly.

    “I did!” Ilya insists, sitting up out of reach of any reprisal, and clarifies with full derision: “I said, I love you, and you said, holy shit.”

    “Yeah, okay. You loved me first by like two seconds,” Shane scoffs, fondly.

    “Hm, is longer than that,” Ilya says. His heartbeat has sped up, but he knows he can admit it now. Even if it means handing Shane the vulnerable beating heart of him, saying this. He maintains the world’s most casual tone, because he knows it will piss Shane off. “I already told you, before the cottage.”

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    The first time Ilya had seen Shane sweaty and flushed at the end of a hockey match-at the World Juniors in 2008-he had wanted to lick the salt right off of his skin. There was something so magnetic about Shane after a hockey match. Brown eyes bright, maybe a little cocky. Dark hair plastered to his forehead and flat from his helmet. Skin ruddy and glistening with sweat. And god, how he smelt. Salty and hot and masculine. Shane at the end of a hockey game was a fucking wet dream. Not only because he was the prettiest sweaty man Ilya had ever seen but because he was usually thrumming with confidence, especially after a win against the Boston Raiders. Every time they stood in the handshake line at the end of a match Ilya wanted to crush their mouths together and suck the sweat off his top lip.

    Or: Shane is sweaty after yoga at the cottage and Ilya is horned.

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