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    His mouth parts. A hint of his soft, wet tongue as it swipes briefly across his lower lip. A second passes. A hesitation. Then, “You'll make a mess.”

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    12 Mar 2026

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    “Shane.” Ilya takes Shane’s head in his hands, squeezes his cheeks so that Shane looks puffy, absurd. Beloved. “I am saying that to me, even though you are retired, you will always be No. 1 hockey player. Fuck Wayne Gretzky.”

    That’s what does it, as Ilya knew it would. Shane rears back, spluttering, outraged, trying not to laugh.

    “Oh, I have committed blasphemy now. They will take back my citizenship, big crime, very sad.”

    Shane smoothes his hands along Ilya’s calves, rests his fingertips on Ilya’s ankles. “Fuck Wayne Gretzky,” he says. He looks like he can’t believe what he’s saying. Ilya wonders, distantly, if he can get it on tape to play back to himself when things feel particularly bleak. “We can live in exile together. I don’t care. You’re my, my best, my second best hockey player forever too.”

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    Shane decides he has to retire. Ilya, of course, will go with him.

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    03 Mar 2026

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    “If it happened, you can complain,” Ilya reasons, “and I will listen. Like you did for me on the phone. And we can make list. And it will not kill you.”

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    20 Feb 2026

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    “Fuck, look at you,” Ilya breathes. “Ask me for it again.”

    “Hit me,” Shane says instantly, not a moment of hesitation.

    “Is your face not sore? You still want more?”

    “It’s sore,” Shane answers. “Please. I want more.”

    “Fuck,” Ilya hisses, and he extends his arm out, muscular and powerful, and he brings it down hard, harder than any of the previous smacks. This one makes Shane’s head reel, his entire upper half jolting in response to it. Ilya watches in concern and fascination, gauging his reaction.

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    Ilya's playful slap during the Hayden phone call scene awakens something in Shane.

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    19 Feb 2026

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    No, Ilya isn’t a martyr, but he isn’t selfish either.

    Tonight he wants to be selfish.

    Ilya wants to use Shane. He wants to use his willingness, his body, his everything to make himself feel better.

    It’s a truth. Maybe an ugly one, but one that he owes to both himself and to Shane to accept. Tonight will be about him.

    And Shane, for his part, is a willing participant in it all.

    ‘I want to be useful,’ he had said.

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    22 Jan 2026