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    “Shane…”

    “Who the fuck do you think you’re calling Shane?”

    “Sweetheart,” Ilya corrects, tilting his head down against Shane’s grip on his hair to try to catch his lips. “Please.”

    “I can do everything she can,” Shane says. “But you’ve been a bit too naughty today. I’m tying you up first.”

    “Oh, no,” Ilya says, voice going high and breathy. “That’s terrible.”

    Or - The jealous Shane/pathetic top Ilya fic where Shane makes Ilya beg for it

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    04 Aug 2026

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    When Shane mentioned that he would like to try weed, he expected Ilya to disregard it. Imagine his surprise when Ilya shows up a few weeks later in a fancy car with some surprises in the glove box.

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    03 Aug 2026

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    “Oh, so you have problem with LGBTQs?” Rozanov leans back against the counter, chest puffed out, nipples tight. Shane has the distinct feeling Rozanov is toying with him, like a cat with a cornered mouse. But Rozanov’s smile is so soft, and for some reason, that makes Shane even more nervous.

    “Fuck! No, I don’t—”

    “If you have boner when I am fucking men—”

    “What the fuck, Rozanov?” Shane can feel his pulse in his head, like someone is beating two ball peen hammers right against his temples. He blinks hard. Fuck, he can barely see straight.

    “—you might be LGBTQs. So I think you should not have problem, yes?"


    Or: Ilya and Shane navigate sharing a house.

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    03 Aug 2026

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    They’re getting into a rhythm now, though, and Shane can see it. He can see this team winning the Cup this year. He tries not to get ahead of himself, tries to stay focused and go game by game, reminds himself that building up a team takes time and several seasons, but god. He wants this legacy: for himself, for Ottawa, for Ilya. For both of them and everyone else.

    Which is why, goddamnit, now is not the time to crash out over fantasies of Ilya working his whole hand down to the wrist into Shane’s ass and fucking him on his fist. And yet. Shane should know by now that timing and “good ideas” are rarely factors in whether or not he gets obsessed with something.

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    It starts, as a surprising number of things actually do, with a text from Rose.

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    03 Aug 2026

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    They’ve hooked up like this about half a dozen times by now, maybe more; often enough, apparently, for it to become something Shane eagerly looks forward to. Beat Boston, then get railed by Rozanov. Preferably on all fours.

    He isn’t going to let a tweaked knee get in the way of that, goddammit.

    (In which Shane and Ilya have to be careful with each other during sex for the first time.)
     



    Shane tears his eyes away before Rozanov can say something obnoxious like “Like what you see?” or “Is rude to stare,” but Rozanov is towering over him now, and when Shane drags his gaze up, his entire field of vision is filled with rippling muscles.

    “Jesus Christ,” he mutters.

    “Like what you see?” Rozanov asks, looking down at himself.

    “Yeah,” Shane says, resigned. No point in denying it.

    Warm hands cup his face, tip his head back. “Is rude to stare, you know.”

    Shane allows himself to melt into the touch. “I know.”

    He feels the tension drain from his shoulders the moment their mouths meet.

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    03 Aug 2026