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    “You shouldn’t have to take care of me,” Shane said, voice muffled against Ilya’s shirt.

    Something cracked open inside Ilya, an overwhelming need to hold Shane as close as he could and protect him from whatever in the world had made him feel unworthy of care. Shane always took care of people. He carried his team to every victory they claimed, giving so much more than he got in return, and wore the heavy mantle of the Metros’ expectations alone. But it wasn’t just his team. When Ilya’s English failed him, Shane stepped in front of the microphone. When Ilya’s composure failed him, he was a comfort. Even when Shane did not know he was holding Ilya together, the force of his presence was so much more than Ilya knew how to deserve.

    Now it was Ilya’s turn. “Let me,” he said into Shane’s hair. “I do not mind.”

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    OR: Before Shane can leave post tuna melt, he has a panic attack. Ilya calms him down.

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    They’re alone at the bar now. No one is watching. He could press a finger to Hollander’s lips, wait for Hollander to open for him. He could slide the pad of his thumb across Hollander’s tongue, tip his chin up, and pour the liquid into his mouth. He could watch the bob of Hollander’s throat as he swallows it down.

    Ilya takes a drag from his cigarette instead.

    “What?” Ilya asks as Hollander stares him down, not unlike an enraged bull. “You are going to tell me not to smoke? Is Vegas, Hollander. No one cares.”

    “Neither do I,” Hollander mutters, turning away toward the bar. “Are you going to give my drink back?”

    Ilya glances down at the shot glass in his hand and shrugs. “No. Is mine now.” He throws the shot back, suppressing a wince at the taste of subpar hotel bar vodka. When he looks up again, Hollander is already walking away from him into the sea of brightly colored slot machines.

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    After hooking up at the MLH awards, Shane doesn't go back to his room. He goes to a party. Ilya can't help but follow him to the casino where he realizes something is wrong with Shane.

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    09 Jun 2026

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    “Well, I guess you got what you wanted from me already,” Hollander continued. “Whatever. Fuck you.”

    “Wait, no, Hollander.” Ilya turned, throwing an arm into Hollander’s path. “That’s not—”

    “No, it’s fine. Stupid of me to expect anything else.” Hollander shook his head, gaze downcast, the barest hint of angry pink tinging his freckled cheeks. “Thanks for making it good, at least.”

    It. His first time.

    Ilya was the worst sort of asshole.

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    In Sochi, Shane isn’t shy about calling out Ilya for ghosting after getting what he wanted. Once they’re safely away from Russia, Ilya forces himself to be honest with Shane about what that first time meant.

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    Scott wanted a fight. He needed a fight. He needed Shane to throw his gloves and throw a punch, and he needed to throw a punch back.

    Shane's gloves stayed on.

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    I make Scott and Shane best friends because these little gay boys need some support.

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    “You liked that didn’t you?” Shane said with a smug little expression on his face.

    Really too many people called Ilya an asshole when Shane was just as bad, or worse. Shane just hid it better, because Canada’s perfect golden boy could do no wrong.

    Ilya moved to cross his arms over his chest and lean back against the headboard, hating how it put even more space between them, but not being able to let Shane think he was right.

    “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

    “Sure you don't, baby.”

    Ilya was definitely not starting to turn the slightest shade of red.
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    Or: Ilya Rozanov learns he is in fact, Shane Hollander's baby.
    Chapter 2: Everyone else in their lives learns he is too.

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