Summary:

Uploaded to one of the biggest sports broadcasts in the entire industry, the Metro's are blindsided when texts between Shane and Rozanov are leaked one afternoon. They're even more surprised to find how many they have, how far back they span, and just how intimate they are.

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“You know what I’m thinking about?” JJ asked with no specific person in mind.

“Please don’t say Ilya’s thighs,” Hayden pleaded, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“First of all, ew, no,” he replied instantly. “Second of all, don’t call him Ilya, it’s weird.”

“It’s his name!” Hayden retorted, defensively. “We should get used to using it considering he and Shane are…you know.”

Sleeping together sounded crass, but dating seemed too romantic, too. Not that there hadn’t been some pretty romantic texts to sort through. He couldn’t really figure out what the word that felt best was, or if there even was one.