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    “We just got to go in there,” Shane said, pointing at the door, “and decide how we want to lay out the room.”

    “Yes,” Ilya did a sharp decisive nod, before wincing and rubbing his head.

    They both stood there for a breath, and then Ilya ruined it.

    “For our Stanley cup.”

    Shane has indulged, maybe a bit too much, in his love of how good they are at hockey. Ilya does the opposite of complaining.

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    The first time it happens is an accident.

    Every other time after that is not.

    or: Shane’s nails dig into Ilya’s back and leave eight perfect marks. It starts a dangerous game of leaving each other's bodies marked, and it only escalates over time.

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    She hauls him back to his place – a gorgeous condo that overlooks Montreal and is 70% glass. All the reflecting, soft light makes her dress look like liquid silver. She lets it drop onto the stairs behind her.

    As she turns—

    She sees his reflection. She sees the face she knows she was never, ever meant to see. His heart isn’t in this. But then he’s glancing up at her, some stranger to a smile on his face, and she knows something she was never, ever meant to know: he will make himself go through with this. He’s going to come up the stairs—he’s already coming up the stairs.

    Fuck. She misread this entirely.

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    Rose, Sveta, and David on Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. All set to Noah Kahan's "The Great Divide."

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    Ilya watches Shane leave, worry plain on his face. It doesn’t necessarily click to him who he’s left with until he hears the scrape of a fork against an empty plate.

    David Hollander is staring at him, Canadian politeness stretched across his face. Ilya tries to smile politely back. It does not feel successful.

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    Conversations between David Hollander and Ilya Rozanov, through the years. (Plus one conversation with Shane.)

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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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