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    "We should – in the shower, maybe? The water would cover up any…” Hollander clears his throat awkwardly. “Noises.”

    Ilya stares at him. A thoroughly entertained grin spreads slowly across his face. “Noises,” he repeats.

    Hollander opens his mouth, closes it again. His lips are so swollen. Ilya wants to bite them. “Well, do you want him to hear everything?” 

    “You think walls are made of paper?” Ilya asks incredulously.

    “I’m just saying…”

    Ilya’s voice drops into a low, teasing purr. “You are telling me you can’t control yourself, Hollander, is that it? Now that you don’t have cock in your mouth, you will be too loud. You are worried you cannot keep all those pretty moans to yourself?”

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    Or: Shane's worried they'll be overheard in room 1221. He has a very sensible solution. Ilya has other ideas.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    When Ilya answers, he’s greeted with a whimpered moan that goes straight to his head, leaving him reeling like he’s just thrown back another shot. His mouth drops open, the cigarette dangling stupidly from his lower lip for a second until he plucks it free with his other hand.

    Holy fuck. He must be dreaming. But the rough breaths filtering into his ear are too real, tethering him tightly to the moment.

    “Jane,” he murmurs, gleeful and shocked. “This is not like you.”

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    Or: after Shane confesses that he can struggle to get off if he's too stressed, Ilya suggests he should just call him next time. He doesn't think Shane would ever be desperate enough to go through with it.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    Shane and Ilya are hockey’s power couple. They’re unstoppable on the ice, darlings in the press, icons of the newly inclusive NHL.

    Ilya still isn’t satisfied. He needs the world to know Shane Hollander is his.

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    Ilya takes Shane to a gay club and edges him within an inch of his life.

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    01 Jun 2026

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    One side of his brain is going: this is insane, don't do this, just stay in this room, what can he do? Whether you like it or not, he's hurt you, and chances are you've hurt him too, because you can't read a situation for shit, so what are we trying to do here? Get some fucking sleep instead.

    The other side of his brain is going: He's hurt you, and you've probably hurt him too, and what if this is your only chance to talk about it? What if Paris makes the difference?

    Five months after Sochi, Shane's set to play a charity hockey game in Paris. So is Ilya.

    They run into each other in the lobby of their hotel the night before. Twelve hours stretch out in front of them, and Ilya suggests something different: no phones, no expectations, no past, no hockey. Just the city, and whatever they can be when nobody else is watching.

    It's obviously a terrible idea, but Shane says yes, anyway.

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    31 May 2026

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    “If you wanted to be more… dominant. With me. I would…” Shane was sure his flush was spreading away from his cheeks down his neck and towards his chest. “I would like that. I would really like that.”

    He was barely aware he’d screwed his eyes shut in flustered embarrassment until Ilya, after a moment of silence, murmured his first name again. Shane opened them, dragged his eyes towards the screen, and felt his mouth go dry.

    Ilya was rubbing his fingers thoughtfully against the seam of his plush lips. His eyes looked dark, lust obvious. “You like being submissive for me, Hollander?”

    Of fucking course Ilya would know that word.

    Ilya had another day left in Moscow. Shane couldn’t stop thinking about him. (Or, oddly enough, Wayne Gretzky.)

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