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    Shane is drunk, concussed, and hiding in a phone booth when he calls the only number he knows by heart.

    The man who answers is not Hayden Pike.

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    23 Jul 2026

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    Wholesome beauty

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    Shane finds himself nodding, says “I know” before he can think further about it because Shane has never been good at reading people, and he wonders in that moment if Ilya is afflicted the same by this, the way they fuck.

    Afflicted by the questions that they never let out-

    How the fuck does it feel this fucking good?

    How does it feel this fucking good every time?

    Why is it you who does this to me?

    The worst one of all, Shane thinks, this is why I can’t stop doing it. It’s too fucking good.

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    Somewhere in 2014-16, one of the times they fuck that we didn't see in the montage.

    (Alternatively titled: Athletes having athletic sex, someones got to get a leg cramp at some point)

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    23 Jul 2026

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    Beautiful mew

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    It was during this hysterical lament that Ilya realized what was wrong, what was off. The initial softness, the confusion, the vulnerability. It was out of character — Shane was so often in control of himself, of what he said, even when emotions were high . . . with one exception.

    If Ilya fucked him particularly . . . intensely, if he got Shane feeling a lot, he'd get soft afterwards. Quiet, a little ditzy, emotional. The first time it'd happened — or the first time he'd recognized it — was years ago in Las Vegas after winning MVP. He remembered the look on Hollander's face when he left — wide and teary-eyed, lip trembling, tripping over himself.

    Since then, with a little trial and error, Ilya had learned how to manage it. Had grown to love it. If he treated him right, he could buff away all of Shane's sharp edges and be left with the soft, gooey inside. Floating and tethering himself to Ilya.

    Now, Shane was out there, floating, without anyone to tether himself to. Falling. And suddenly Ilya was panicking, too.

    or: shane, trying to get over rozanov, has sex with someone else and and falls into subdrop. scared and confused, he calls ilya.

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    22 Jul 2026

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    Drop mew

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    Ilya makes love to Shane, it's the dirtiest thing they have ever done.

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    “What? Hmm? I can’t hear you, hiding so far from me” Ilya whispers, kisses the shell of Shane’s ear and Shane’s brow furrows, he fidgets where he’s pinned to the sheets, squirms and thunder rumbles a dark sky wide crash over them again and Shane pulls his face back just a breath.

    “You know” Shane complains, and rolls his hips as much as he can a tiny tilt that shifts him just the smallest bit on Ilya’s cock, a tease of the real fucking thing.

    It's an imitation of the stretch that knocks his mind clean out, the relentless fucks of his hips that shakes Shane from the inside, that is everythingeverythingeverything the middle of the universe where he and Ilya do this, where they make themselves one pretty brilliant thing.

    “I want to hear it” Ilya’s hand slips free of Shane’s hair and finds his hip, pushes down to hold him still and gives a nudge of his cock. Enough to make Shane’s breath stutter.

    “Tell me” another waved thrust that makes a sound punch out of Shane’s throat.

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    22 Jul 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Poetic mew

  5. Public Bookmark 26

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    The Raiders are playing New Jersey. The Metros are playing New York. And later, much later, on that cold, January night, there is going to be one steamy hotel room in Midtown.

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    20 Jul 2026

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    Mew