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    "Fucking moron." Cliff mutters. "Who doesn't like eating pussy? Well. I mean." He darts a glance out of the corner of his eye.
    Rozanov chuckles into the mouth of his beer. "Marley, you know how much pussy I've eaten?"
    "I just meant--I wasn't trying to be insensitive. I know Hollander's gay."
    "Mm. True, Shane would cry." He tilts his beer into his mouth then, so Cliff almost doesn't hear him say, "Different for him with cock, though."
    Cliff laughs. "You're a fuckin' dog, Rozy."
    "Whaaat? I'm just saying, my husband? Fucking lo-o-ves to suck cock. Loves it."

    Cliff is just trying to be a good friend. He's not realizing anything about himself at all.

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    When Ilya Rozanov goes down on the ice, the Boston Bears are already moving to defend their captain. No one expects Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Voyageurs, to be the one who throws the first punch.

    Or: the Boston Bears figure out Ilya and Shane’s relationship first—and decide that instead of letting their captain move to fucking Ottawa, they’ll just kidnap a his boyfriend instead. Shane Hollander would make a better Bear anyway.

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    “Simon?”

    Simon slides a book into place before turning around. The man in front of him is lean, worn thin, with bags like dusky thumbprints beneath his eyes. He’s swallowed by the massive black hoodie he’s wearing, his hands wedged deep into his pockets and his shoulders hunched.

    For reasons he cannot begin to understand, Simon wants to crush this man into a tiny ball and then shove him into the mouth that gapes, screaming, around his own starved heart.

    He doesn’t do that, obviously. He’s on the clock.

    Or: Ghost loses his memories and falls in love with his husband, again.

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