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  1. “You’re being difficult.” “I am not being difficult, Hollander, you are the one being difficult and annoying.” “I just don’t see what the big deal is,” Shane had his phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he moved around his kitchen, making breakfast, “It’s not like it’s some kind of classified information.” “Is just not important,” Ilya said evasively, and Shane could hear the sound of his fridge opening on the other end. “I think your birthday is very important,” Shane said stubbornly, setting his glass down a little harder than he meant to, so that it clacked against the countertop, “I don’t know why you’re acting like this about it.”

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  2. “Ilya?” Shane calls, and Ilya spins around to see Shane holding the most damning thing he could’ve found in Ilya’s suitcase—that damned Montreal Metros hoodie. “This is mine, isn’t it?” Ilya freezes. “Eh?” “How do you have this? I thought I’d lost it ages ago.” There’s no good way for Ilya to say the truth, which is that: you left it at my house in Boston after you broke my heart for the first time and I kept it so I could wear it occasionally and jerk off while thinking about you when I thought I would probably never be able to have you again and it was the last bit of you I could have, so Ilya settles for the next best thing, which is: “It… it is not yours.” Shane shoots him an unimpressed look. Ilya is really struggling with the fact that he wants to keep Shane forever and steal his clothes and leave dumb hickies on him and wake up to him in the morning. He's working on it.

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  3. Shane's anxiety has been getting worse. He has no idea why but it's impacting his game and that's a problem.

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  4. Santa's Naughty List by

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    It’s Ilya Rozanov’s first Christmas with the Hollander family as Shane’s boyfriend. Between festive fluff, stolen kisses, and a spicy mischief right in front of Elf on the Shelf (omg scandalous), Ilya realizes he’s never felt this much at home before. AKA Lots of fluff, a little smut (including some light spanking for Shane), and then fluff again :P

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  5. When Ilya agrees to accompany Shane on a weekend trip to his parents’ house Shane is overjoyed. It’s their first Christmas together, and Shane is determined to make it special. Ilya, on the other hand, is determined to defile Shane in his childhood bedroom. And anywhere else he can have him. “You can’t be serious.” Seeing Shane like this is probably Ilya’s favourite thing. Hollander is laid out beneath him, his face hot and flushed, his cock hard and pressed up against Ilya’s own as Ilya lays between his legs. Ilya can feel the heat of his body even through the layers of clothing between them- layers he would very much like to remove. But the sullen look on Shane’s face tells him this is not likely to be an easy task. “We’re in my parents’ house,” Shane huffs, squirming in a way that does nothing to deter Ilya’s intentions. They have been at Yuna and David’s home for only around thirty minutes now. After greeting Shane’s parents Ilya has followed Shane up to his bedroom under the guise of getting settled in. Well, it is not so much a guise on Shane’s part- after entering the room Shane really does start to unpack, taking one neatly folded item of clothing after another out of his suitcase and putting them away in equally neat drawers. There is really only so long Ilya can stand it before he is striding over to Shane, practically performing a full body tackle as he shoves Shane onto the bed and pins him down. Ilya smiles wickedly as he leans over Shane, admiring how the pink glow of Shane’s skin makes the freckles adorning his cheeks even more prominent. Shane’s wrists are pinned by each of Ilya’s large hands, the full weight of Ilya’s body pressing him into the mattress. Ilya knows that Shane could probably free himself if he really wanted to. The fact that he doesn’t try to escape, along with how fucking hard he is, tells Ilya that Shane’s protests are not entirely sincere. “What is problem?” Ilya says, feigning ignorance. “Your parents know we are together, I don’t think you will need to come out to them again.” “The problem, Ilya, is they’re fucking downstairs.” “That’s fine, soon we will be fucking upstairs.” “Oh god,” Shane exclaims, pulling a face and squirming some more. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Ilya’s grin only grows wider. “Seriously, Ilya- we can’t do this here. This is my childhood bedroom for fucks sake.” “Mm, I know. Is making me hot thinking about it. Hockey superstar Shane Hollander’s teenage bedroom, wow...” Ilya leans closer, pressing his mouth to the sensitive skin just below Shane’s ear. He kisses and then licks the spot, murmuring happily as Shane groans in response. “Ilya...” Shane hisses, sounding pained as well as desperately aroused. He squirms again, sending shivers running through Ilya’s body. There is nothing sweeter than hearing Shane say his name. Ilya continues to kiss and lick and bite at Shane’s neck and jawline to make him say it some more, before attempting to steal a kiss. “We can’t...” Shane murmurs, pulling away. His pupils are so dilated it’s like his eyes are pure black; dark, liquid pools of desire that Ilya cannot help but drown in. “We are here for whole weekend, Shane. I don’t think I can go so long without fucking you.” “You know we can’t do that, Ilya.” “So you’re not even going to kiss me?” Ilya asks, suddenly unable to tear his eyes away from Shane’s lips. The idea of not kissing him for two days is suddenly unbearable. “Oh, so that’s all you want- just a kiss?” Shane replies, clearly not believing a word of it. “Of course. Just one, simple, very innocent kiss.” “And you have to lie on top of me to do that?” “I find it helps, yes.” Shane smiles, and Ilya’s heart swells at the sight. It has only been a few months that they have been like this- able to enjoy each moment together freely, without either of them having to pretend this is less than it really is. In some ways it still feels completely novel and new, and Ilya can’t help but drink in every second, knowing this is what he wants for the rest of his life. Shane continues to regard Ilya fondly for some time. When he tries to move again Ilya lets him, loosening his hold on Shane’s wrists, enabling Shane to reach up to gently cup Ilya’s face before sliding his fingers into Ilya’s hair. “We have to behave...” Shane says, prompting Ilya to pull a face. Shane smiles wider, tugging lightly on Ilya’s hair as he adds: “But I promise if you’re good then I’ll make it up to you the next time we’re alone together.” “I am always good,” Ilya replies, resulting in a laugh from Shane. When Shane finally lifts his head to place a soft kiss to Ilya’s lips it is all that is needed to have Ilya nodding his agreement after they part, knowing he will do anything Shane asks. Of course, Ilya knows that part of the fun in agreeing to Shane’s rules is seeing just how far he can bend them... “You’re unbelievable...”

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  6. Shane really just doesn’t want to have to think anymore. Ilya cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, so is like that, hm?” “Like what?” Shane asked flatly as he hastily rolled his socks up and shoved them into his sneakers at the foot of the bed. “Needy.”

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  7. Shane smiles shakily and Ilya lets go, watching him walk up and slot in between Haas and Wyatt. Bood leans forward, "Hollander okay?" Ilya smiles a little at the concern in his friend's voice, "He will be fine. We will all be fine, because," Ilya raises his voice, carrying over the line of hockey players, "we are winning tonight!" The ground shakes with the force of the team hitting their sticks against the rubber floors. Outside, the announcer begins announcing the Centaurs, and within the span of a minute, all of their skates are hitting the ice. OR Shane and Ilya play the Stanley Cup finals. And then they celebrate. A lot.

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  8. Shane doesn't know how long they sit there in silence. He isn't counting seconds or minutes as the time passes by, quiet and heavy in the dim light of the hotel room. Instead, he counts Ilya's breaths—the ones that tremble and shake against the skin of Shane's neck, the ones that are buried in the fabric of Shane's shirt, the ones that become steadier the longer that Shane holds him as tight as he can.

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  9. It used to worry Shane. In the early days of their heated rivalry, where the line between fucking and frenemies had started to get shaky and blurred, he used to lie awake at night wondering what Ilya saw in him. If he used to lurk in the murky depths of online gossip columns to read about Boston Raiders Captain Ilya Rozanov’s latest speculated flings with supermodels and upcoming song writing prodigies; well, that information was between him and his internet cookies and that’s where it was going to stay. It was hard not to compare himself though. All of Ilya’s previous known partners (and there were many of them) were tall, razor thin and packing a stunning pair of perfectly round elevated breasts. Shane has none of these qualities. He’s not particularly tall - at least by the standards of ice hockey players - he’s stocky, and he is pretty positive that he does not possess a rack. And yet. And yet, Ilya cannot seem to keep his hands away from Shane’s chest. __ Shane notices Ilya's obsession with his chest. He decides to go along for the ride.

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  10. Ilya lets Shane go and says, “Come with me, I made us breakfast.” “But—” he stutters out. Ilya eyes him so he says, “Did you not want to—” looking down at Ilya’s crotch. Ilya smirks. “Later— I have plan for you today,” he tells him before he turns towards the door. OR Ilya finally gives Shane the facial he hasn't been able to stop thinking about.

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  11. They go to the cottage. Shane has a surprise in store.

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  12. baby, not baby by

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    The knock at his door comes about five minutes after Shane gets home, three minutes after Shane pees on the stupid sticks, one minute after Shane looks at the fucking pink plus signs, and about thirty seconds after tears spring to his eyes. Shane Hollander, professional hockey player and captain of the Montreal Metros, has a bun in the fucking oven. Or Shane and Ilya's enemies-with-benefits arrangement has some unintended consequences.

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  13. Ilya wants to throw up. He thinks about someone else—a stranger—with his hands on Shane, unmaking him in the same way Ilya does, someone else getting to hear Shane’s little sounds and moans, getting to watch him fall apart, getting to be inside him. Ilya is hit with a devastation that nearly topples him over.

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  14. “Hi,” Hollander says, leaning forward, his lips grazing Ilya’s. Ilya pulls back. “Are you going to behave?” Hollander considers this and, for a rare moment this evening, sounds completely genuine when he responds, “Is that what you want?” Or Shane walks Ilya like a dog and gets exactly what he wants.

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  15. “Shane Hollander,” Ilya gasped, faux-aghast. “You are wet. Wet like pussy.” Shane flushed and tried to squirm out of Rozanov’s grasp, to no avail. “S’just sweat,” he murmured. “It’s just fucking… hot in here.” Ilya’s strong grip tightened, vice-like, around Shane’s hip. His grin curled into something cruel, something bright and sparkling. “Is not hot. You are bad liar. Take it off.”

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  16. Rozanov shows up at a Voyageurs party. Shane is not happy.

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  17. Shane found that he wanted to let loose, wanted to go a little wild, maybe even get a bit silly.

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  18. make much of time by

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    To fall in love one hour at a time is not possible. Ilya knows this.

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  19. Shane reveals he can’t get wet, and Ilya—of course—takes it as a challenge.

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  20. Ilya's gums ache, he's annoyed, he's itching for a fight or a bite. Maybe Hollander can help in one of those (Y'all this was so very self indulgent)

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