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  1. Shane Hollander begins his NHL career unchallenged when Ilya Rozanov enters the KHL after World Juniors. One season of being allowed to terrorize the ice and the Winner’s Room is enough for Boston to drag Ilya out of Russia.

    What they had not accounted for in releasing a second generational talent into the league was that not all predators are solitary. Ilya may want to bring Hollander to his knees, but he wants to present the defeat of an inferior player to his feet first.

    He just has to convince Hollander to let him.

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  2. "It is simple. I would like to not think for a while, and I have a feeling you would enjoy a bit of control right now, yes?”

    Shane's breath caught.

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  3. The first time Ilya does it, Shane’s kind of distracted.

    Ilya has a look on his face that’s far too solemn for the words he says. “There’s this short fucking hockey player…”

    Shane’s not fucking short, and they both know that. But then Ilya is dissing his weak backhand, and they’re also having a serious conversation about feelings and marriage. It’s not important to point out the obvious error in what he said. So Shane, pretty generously he thinks, lets it go.

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    Ilya and Shane are the same size. Ilya starts calling Shane short. Shane Reacts.

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  4. Victory Conditions by

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    The Winner's Room would be a mind fuck all on its own. It's just that Shane is also trying to ignore the fact that he's gay, a bottom, and submissive. All of the things he isn't suppose to be. It would be easier if Shane didn't score a lot of game winning goals, but that wasn't the kind of thing he could just stop doing. He would really like it if the Player's Association had provided the social rules of the Winner's Room along with all of the technical ones. Like everything else Shane has to figure out how to make himself fit into what is expected of him.

    He learns a lot from his first three Forfeits.

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  5. Harris, who was sitting next to Shane, nudged him with his foot. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not kinky kinky unless Shane went out and bought, like, a full-on sex swing or something crazy like–” Harris stopped talking because Shane had frozen. Completely frozen. His glass halted halfway to his lips. His eyes went wide and fixed on a point on the far wall. The blush that had been a soft pink bloomed into a scarlet tide that crept from his neckline to the roots of his hair. Ilya, watching him, threw his head back and burst out laughing. (or, 5 times Ottawa Centaurs found out their sweet Canadian cinnamonroll is a freak and 1 time they realized that Hollanov's freaks are matched)

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  6. “Fuck, that’s good. You feel so good,” Shane moans above him.

    He pulls him down again, and this time he holds him there, his hands firm on Ilya’s head. Instinctively, Ilya fights it, his throat spasming around the intrusion, and he tries to pull off, but Shane holds him there.

    “Ah, ah. No. That’s not how you say it’s too much. You tap my leg, remember?”

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    Immediate sequel to 'I Keep Telling Myself, I'm not the Desperate Type'
    Stoner frat boy Ilya x cool, jock Shane

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  7. Shane steps closer, standing between Ilya’s legs. “I guess that explains it, hm? You don’t have to be confident or good when you’re packing that, do you? You just let people use your big,” Shane accentuates the word by leaning down and touching Ilya’s cock for the first time, only it’s not a caress or a stroke, it’s a rude poke that makes Ilya’s cock jerk in the air, “cock, however they want to? Is that it? Just a thick, fat cock for people to ride when you get too fucking stupid to do anything else?”

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    Uni AU, loser, stoner frat bro Ilya, pining after popular, jock Shane

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  8. “Let me warm you," said Ilya.

    “What?”

    “I go here”—Ilya pushed Shane backward on his rolly-chair to give him space to settle between his legs—“and warm you with my mouth. Then you can fuck my face when call is done.”

    Shane really was no better than Ilya when it came to risky, try-not-to-get-caught sex, even if he wanted to act like he was.

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  9. “You want to be on top?” Ilya asks, sounding confused, which is fair because Shane hadn’t explained it very well. “You want to fuck me?”

    Shane shakes his head, and then frowns. “No. Well, not no, but that’s not what I mean. I want to… well.” He takes a breath. He has to just come out and say it. “I kind of want to….. Ride you while you’re tied up.” He says it all at once, very quickly. “While being in charge.”

    Shane wants to try out being in charge.

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  10. “I need to talk to you.” Ilya pretends to peer around, exaggerated, chin jutting, then points at himself. “Me?" “Who the fuck else, Ilya?” Shane hisses Ilya’s name, sees his pupils dilate. “Go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you there in five.” Ilya looks dazed, then shakes his hair out of his face and rights himself, reaches for another shot. “You do not tell me what to do, Hollander.” Shane is going to kill him. Or, Shane and Ilya, at the club, post-game. Ilya has let Boston’s victory get to his head and Shane brings him back down to earth.

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  11. “Should call you the Ottawa Puppies,” says the Toronto centre, Svensson. As an insult it makes no sense, so Ilya ignores it, until he continues, “Hear Hollander keeps you on a short leash.” Ilya is the captain, so if anything, he should be holding the leash. In English, you can be singular or plural, but he knows what Svensson is trying to say. He is saying Ilya Rozanov, you are Hollander’s bitch. “Only sometimes,” Ilya replies, grinning. He wins the face off. OR: Ilya trains himself to be a very, very good guard dog for Shane.

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