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    Based very loosely on events from The Long Game that my brain wanted to put into the first book, somewhere between Shane’s injury, and before Scott Hunter wins the cup - for maximum angst, obviously.

    What if Ilya’s plane had actually crashed? And what if it had happened before he and Shane had the chance to confess their love and know what it was like to be together.

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    A fic so I could write a really needy Shane who can't hide his feelings anymore, and an Ilya who is faced with the undeniable truth that someone cares for him.

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    Shane and Ilya have gone 20 days without, and Shane, along with his new battery-operated friend, is going to show Ilya just how much he missed him.

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    "Open."

    Shane opened his mouth and Ilya fed his cock back in, not gentle this time. He thrust forward and Shane gagged, eyes watering, but he didn't pull back. He breathed through his nose and relaxed his throat and took it, took everything Ilya gave him.

    "That's it," Ilya growled, fucking into his mouth with short, brutal strokes. "That's my good boy. Taking my cock so fucking well. Always take me exactly how I like it."

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  3. Public Bookmark 73

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    Shane and Ilya leave the safety of the cottage for preseason preparation and realize phone sex can only do so much to keep the loneliness at bay.

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    Shane rubbed his middle finger in a tight circle, his head kicking back at the sensation. Ilya’s breathing changed again, drawing Shane’s eyes back to the laptop screen. Ilya’s eyes were bouncing between Shane’s face, cock and hole. He looked almost frantic. “Watch me stretch myself for you.”

    Ilya’s eyes dropped immediately to Shane’s hand. Shane watched the movement of Ilya’s mouth when Shane slipped his middle finger into his hole, thrusting once then twice before adding another finger.

    "Jesus fuck!" Ilya whispered. "You always open up so fucking pretty for me. All the way in."

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    Ilya's been carrying the weight of a playoff series on his shoulders. Shane has a plan to make him forget all of it. Starting with two silk scarves and the headboard.

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    "Fuck my mouth." Shane stroked him with a slick hand, spreading the mess of spit and precum. "Use me. I want to feel you in my throat tomorrow."

    "Shane." Ilya's voice was strangled. "Baby, I don't want to hurt you."

    "You won't." Shane held his gaze, licking his lips. "I want to gag on you. Please, Ilya."

    Something snapped behind Ilya's eyes. "Open your mouth."

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    It's New Years' Eve and Shane takes a Vodka-induced spiral through a level of jealousy he didn't know existed.

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    He looked over the rim of his glass, eyes immediately landing on Ilya’s laughing face on the other side of the club near the bar. He had his arm slung over Svetlana’s shoulders, her neck comfortably at the bend of his elbow. Shane’s teeth ground together when Ilya used the crook of his arm to pull Svetlana closer, Ilya's head tipping down to place his ear near her mouth.

    It was Ilya’s turn to lean in to speak in Svetlana’s ear, a grin spreading over Svetlana’s gorgeous face as she listened to his words. 

    Shane could vividly imagine what Ilya’s voice would sound like at this point. It would be raspy and rough, like a rumble. He’d heard him sound like that a thousand times and Shane would never be sick of it. It made his chest tight, his heart hammering to think about the way Ilya’s soft lips would brush along his ear. How his tongue would lick up the shell before nipping at the spot under Shane’s ear that made him moan.

    But he wasn’t doing any of that. He was talking to Svetlana. His friend.

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