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    His outstretched glove hangs there, frozen, as the noise of the arena mutates into a ringing buzz. Then he’s moving, pushed away by Marlow, and then Boston’s goalie. There’s a flurry of movement, a trainer with a towel, more blood dripping onto the ice, and he just. Stands there. Staring.

    Ilya is helped off the ice. Shane doesn’t even tap his stick.

    Remember when Sidney Crosby caught a puck with his jaw? That doesn't happen to Shane. That happens to Ilya.

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    10 Jan 2026

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    In the sweaty summer days that follow, they can’t get enough of each other, making love almost every way imaginable.

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    “I love you,” Ilya chokes out. “More. Please.”

    “Do you want me to fuck you?”

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    09 Jan 2026

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    He hooks an arm around the back of Shane's shoulders, whispering, his breath tickling Shane's ear when he asks, "Do you wish to fuck me, Shane Hollander?"

    Kisses ensue, innumerable kisses and they're all too much and Shane's head is swimming.

    "Y-yes," Shane gasps.

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    09 Jan 2026

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    "Well, Hollander. Winner gets to choose what we get up to tonight, as agreed, yes?"
    "Yes," he grumbles. Shane pulls his shirt off over his head in one move, folding it on the counter. "Where do you want me?"
    "For what? You think I want to fuck you?"
    "Uh...yes?"
    Rozanov gives an exaggerated stretch. "But I worked so hard out there, beating lovely Montreal asses. I'm tired. I think I will lie down and let you do work tonight."
    "You..." Shane's brain short-circuits. "Me do work?"
    "Yes, Hollander."
    "You want me to ride you?"
    "No," he says softly. "I want you to fuck me."

    Dom from the bottom Ilya x sub from the top Shane, in the situationship era

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    08 Jan 2026

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    On the wall, directly above Ilya’s bed, is a 3-foot-wide framed poster of Shane being held back by his teammates, eyebrows knitted into a scowl as he hurls taunts at Scott Hunter. Shane blinks, because there’s not a chance in hell this is real.

    He whirls on Ilya, who doesn’t look fazed in the slightest.

    “What the fuck is this?”

    OR - Ilya is a little too happy when he sees Shane get into a fight with Scott Hunter on live TV. He's maybe a bit turned on, too.

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    07 Jan 2026