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    “Shh, shh. Do not scream.” Ilya's pretty, piquant face was inches from his own. “It's just me.”

    Just him? Just Ilya fucking Romanov, in his apartment, in his room, in his bed. While Shane had a dildo up his ass and his cock in his hand. Oh god. Oh god oh god. This couldn't be happening.

    Shane forgot he gave Ilya an extra key to his apartment.

    Ilya walks in on something interesting.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    “This is awkward. This room isn’t available to the guests.” He’s holding back a giggle and can see in the twitch of his lips that Ilya is too. They’re never played around like this. Never been comfortable enough to have fun instead of just sex.

    Ilya nods, solemn. “Hm. That is disappointing.”

    God he’s so handsome. Shane’s eyes drift to his lips and he gets an idea. 

    “I’m sorry, sir. We’d really like to accommodate you-”

    But then the expression on Ilya’s face shifts and suddenly it's not a game anymore. 

    It’s a split-second of fear that he missed the mark. He only barely even remembers that conversation.

    “Maybe you could teach me Russian?”

    “Only important phrases. Like ‘yes, sir’ and ‘harder, please.’

    Ilya had been joking but... there had been a note of earnestness to his voice. Right? 

     

    or: A rewrite of the bellboy scene where Shane calls Ilya "sir" and a puzzle piece clicks into place.

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    12 Jan 2026

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    “Glasses back on.” Ilya tapped his cheek, just below his eyes. Shane reached for his glasses a second time, amused at Ilya’s fixation on them. “I didn’t realize you were so into these.”

    Ilya shrugged. “I have an attraction to dorks. Like you.”

    Or: what happened during the video call in episode 5.

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    “So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” 

    “Yeah.” 

    Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” 

    Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” 

    Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” 

    Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” 

    Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” 

    “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” 

    Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.

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    “S… seventeen—you’re fucking seventeen, Henry, I can’t—oh, fuck,” he curses when Henry manages an especially good roll of his hips.

    “Only for…” Henry trails off, and Alex feels his weight shifting to the side—likely to get a glimpse of the clock-radio on Alex’s nightstand. “…twenty more minutes, love.”

    “Mhm,” Alex nods, genuine frustration mingling with sexual frustration. “But you are now,” he reiterates, because… okay, realistically, what difference do twenty minutes actually make? And sure, he is able to recognize that he, himself, is twenty—and not… twenty-five, or thirty, or whatever, but still. Fuck, he wants to be a lawyer—his brain already is in a lot of ways, and because of that, well—twenty minutes make a whole hell of a lot of a difference, actually.

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