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  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. ~Johann Schiller

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    Shane’s hearing is muffled, sound bubbling in and out like he’s swimming through the lake, dipping under the surface and back into the air. He can make out a word here and there, enough to know that Rozanov is trying to get him to breathe with him. He can feel the expansion of Rozanov’s lungs against his hands as he takes deep breaths in and lets them out. Shane tries to copy him, he does, but every inhale carries the scent of him, his cologne, his skin, his hair products. The scents are so familiar to him, and he wants more than anything for them to calm him, make him feel safe, but they are doing the opposite. Why are they still so familiar to him after not being anywhere near Rozanov for half a year? Why does he still want to shove his face against Rozanov’s throat and suck in every last last hint he can get?

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    Ilya takes longer to arrive in the bathroom after they present the award together, leaving Shane time to sink into a full-blown panic attack. This leads to a very different night in Vegas and an earlier beginning to Shane and Ilya’s relationship.

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    08 Jul 2026

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    “I have a surprise for you all, if you’ve been good boys and girls.” Ariana gestured across the lawn, where pink X-shaped crosses now dotted the landscape. Handcuffs dangled from the top of each.
    “Two, if we’re being technical. Islanders, please welcome our new bombshells! They will be giving you a very warm welcome. If you’re chosen, that is. Have fun…”

    Shane's wrists pulled against his restraints, heart thudding. A finger ran over his lips, shushing him. Then two hands appeared, tracing his body, warm and firm over his exposed skin. Shane panted, dizzy and delirious. Through the haze, he started smiling. He was straight. He was actually straight. Irrefutably hard as hell for some sexy new bombshell.

    A hand traced Shane’s jaw, almost tender, and their hips pressed together again for just a moment. Shane’s mind stuttered, his own hardness meeting…something else.
    Warm breath wafted into his ear. “I will give you some time to ah, calm down, yes?”
    Shane jerked back, hitting his head against the cross with a loud curse.
    The voice was Russian. Vaguely familiar. And unmistakably male.
     

    ~shane goes on love island. ilya enters as a bombshell. gay chaos ensures. ~

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