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    “You are early—”

    Ilya stops dead in his tracks. Shane is standing there in the hall, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

    He’s wearing Ilya’s Centaurs jersey. Not much else.

    “Solnyshko,” Ilya says hoarsely. “What are you doing?”

    Shane pushes off the wall and comes to greet Ilya with a long, filthy kiss, wrapping his arms around Ilya’s neck. Ilya’s hands seek his waist in return.

    Shane’s voice is low against Ilya’s mouth. “Reminding you,” he murmurs, “of who the fuck you are.”

    It was a tough loss in Boston. Shane knows how to make Ilya feel better.

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    24 Feb 2026

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    The first year Shane spends with the Centaurs involves kink discussions, aggressively affectionate rookies, a book club, a sex club, Bood and Hazy Being Done™ and Ilya alluding to Shane's sexual preferences to the press, though not necessarily in that order.
    And honestly? He's never been happier.

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    24 Feb 2026

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    The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

    Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."

    No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.

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    20 Feb 2026

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    "Put your dick away and go to bed, Hollander," Rozanov said, his eyes wide open but still unable to make the other boy out. He imagined the look of panic on his face, the way his hands would be fumbling to pull his shorts up.

    "I seriously thought you were asleep. Fuck, I'm sorry, Rozanov."

    Forced to attend a hockey boarding school in Canada by his father, Rozanov was under the impression it would be filled with studying and practising his English.

    Never did he think it would be spent listening to Shane Hollander jerk off.

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    07 Feb 2026

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    Urgent missive from Napoleon to his wife Josephine: Home in three days. Don’t wash.

    “I’ve been thinking about what I want as a reward if you win,” Ilya says, stroking along the skin of Shane’s arm.

    Shane snorts into Ilya’s curls.

    “If I’m winning, why are you getting the reward?”

    Ilya stops his caressing and gives Shane a light smack.

    “Because I am your boyfriend now, not just a hookup. This comes with privileges.”

    “Oh yeah?” Shane rolls his eyes where Ilya can’t see him.

    “Yes. Like when you get awards, you must say I could not do this without support from my team, my coaches, and my partner. It’s me, the partner.”

    “Fine, fine,” Shane acquiesces, “What does my supportive partner want as his reward for my win?”

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    22 Jan 2026