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  1. Shane twists in Ilya’s arms to glare at him. “You shouldn’t be here if you have a wife,” he hisses. «Who the hell are we - you - married to?» Rozanov barks. Ilya’s attention on Shane doesn’t waver as he responds, first to Rozanov: «Our wife is the prettiest - constellations of freckles that spread in the summertime and big brown eyes like a baby deer’s even when they’re full of murder. Maybe especially then.» He bestows a kiss upon the furrow between Shane’s brows and thumbs the leaking tip of his cock. “Mm, maybe you’re right. My wife is very much the jealous type.” Or: After Shane doesn't get kissed in Vegas, a thirty-something Ilya Rozanov wearing a wedding ring engraved with Shane's number shows up to kiss him breathless in the elevator and give his younger self a lesson in how Shane deserves to be spoiled. (or or: Ilya uses a harmless bit of sexy dream magic to right an old wrong and show his husband a good time.)

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  2. Ilya hesitated, staring at the number. He was captain of Hollander’s new team. It would have been completely normal, if not expected, that he would reach out to him soon. But his hand had turned to lead, his finger hovering over the “Call” button. What would he even say?

    “Hey Hollander. Sorry your team dumped you out of nowhere after building them a dynasty and you’re being shipped back to your hometown to play on an historically shitty team, captained by me, the guy who you’ve been pitted against your whole career and built up a decade’s worth of resentment towards, not to mention the fact that we sucked each other’s dicks that one time years ago and then pretended that it never happened. Haha, yeah, good times. Anyways. See you at practice.”

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    In June 2010, Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov hook up for the first and last time.

    In July 2021, Shane Hollander is abruptly traded to the Ottawa Centaurs.

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  3. “You know how girls always say ‘I hate men, I wish I was gay so I could just date women.’?” Marleau said, out of nowhere.

    “Mhm.” Ilya replied. He took a long sip of his drink.

    “I think they’re fucking on to something.” Marleau said. “It’s less drama, right? Like, cause it’s two girls.”

    “What the fuck are you talking about, Marleau?” Ilya asked.
    “I’m saying that if I were gay, none of this shit would’ve happened.” Marleau exclaimed. “Like, it wouldn’t be so… messy. I’d just fucking play video games and workout, and then we’d fuck.”

    Ilya had been bringing his drink up to his mouth to take another generous swig, but he stopped halfway, mouth hanging slightly open, eye brows shooting up. “Marleau, you’d be having gay sex. Like, sex with a man?”

    “Yeah.” Marleau sighed. “But a guy wouldn’t do this to me.”

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    Cliff and Ilya are both going through breakups, and everyone knows the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

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  4. We Love A Challenge by

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    All the same, Kip asks, “Never? There’s never been some secret fantasy you’ve acted out with someone? Locker room, Olympic stadium…”

    Kip is uniquely positioned to make Scott’s fantasy come true. Backwards cap and all.

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  5. If Ilya Rozanov was set to be branded for life in the space above his butt crack, he was damn well going to pay a premium for it.

    Booking with one of the most exclusive tattoo studios in North America was the easy bit.

    Having his brain melted into oblivion by Shane Hollander’s steady hands and even steadier voice was decidedly not part of the plan.

    Or, the one where tattoo artist Shane is very good at giving instructions.

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  6. The pounding on the door is what jolts Shane awake. Instinctively he tries to jump to his feet and rush to get it, but a heavy weight around his torso and on top of his legs prevents him from moving. As consciousness slowly returns to him, breaking through the haze of his hangover—and possible still-drunken state—he realizes that he is being held by Rozanov. “Shane Hollander, open the door, now!” “Oh my god, oh my fucking god. Jesus fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell. That is my fucking mother.” OR After getting drunk at the 2016 NHL Awards, Shane Hollander wakes up married to Ilya Rozanov

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  7. ~And from your lips, he drew the Hallelujah

    Ilya Rozanov leaves Boston and signs with Ottawa, trying to fight a slow slide into emptiness and find meaning in his life again. Shane Hollander is a lonely, struggling artist who lost his spark. When they meet by chance, they both have to decide what's worth living for.

    Or…Shane never gets the chance to become a pro hockey player, so they meet later in life. Basically, they’re both sad boys, but the healing will be worth it (mostly soft fluff, very low angst). More baggage, fewer hangups.

    ~You see I used to live alone before I knew ya.

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    “So maybe we would have played together,” Ilya said.

    “Yeah. Maybe we would have been rivals,” Shane said, and that got a grin out of him. He couldn’t quite imagine it, but he thought that would have been fun, facing off against Ilya Rozanov. In another life.

    Ilya nodded slowly. “And yet here we are, meeting anyway. Maybe we were meant to.”

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  8. Hollander’s eyes slid past him, stopped, came back and held, his eyes widening. Ilya smiled, a mocking curve of his mouth, and raised his cup in acknowledgment. Number one, he mouthed, and while he couldn’t be certain in the dim light of the bar, he thought he saw Hollander flush.

    Then his chin lifted, challenging, and Ilya felt something hook behind his ribs, a sharp tug, like a fish on a line.

     

    Or: Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander make a deal - whichever of them debuts as a #1 NYT bestseller owes the other a blowjob

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  9. "What about with girls?” Ilya asked.

    Shane shrugged. He didn’t want to think about that now, not here, not when Ilya was conditioning his hair, not while the shower was warm and no one had to rush to find their underwear in a hurry.

    ”I don’t know, just regular.”

    “Regular,” Ilya said, like he was rolling the word around in his mouth, “Hm. Shame that you have to tell all your women I gave you crabs.”

    Shane elbowed him in the ribs, just a light touch, “Fuck off, you don’t have crabs.”

    The MHL has some of their finest in New York City to film promo for the upcoming season. Shane doesn't notice that, in the absence of hockey, Ilya keeps inventing games to keep his attention.

    Featuring a broken condom, too many questions, and probably too much vulnerability for two guys who aren't even supposed to be friends.

    (Canon-compliant, set in the ep. 4 montage)

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  10. They’re in Boston on Ilya’s couch when it happens. They’ve lapsed into a comfortable silence, a muted game on in the background, Ilya’s head in Shane’s lap and Shane’s fingers in his hair. Ten minutes ago, they were tugging and twisting and curling; four minutes ago, they grew slow and tepid. When they go entirely still, Ilya turns in his lap to look up at him, ready to chirp him for falling asleep, but his breath catches in his throat at what he finds instead. Shane is not asleep, but he is not awake either. While visiting his boyfriend, Shane has a verbal shutdown in front of a woefully-unprepared Ilya for the first time.

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  11. Shane never had a party phase. He's not fun.

    Being convinced by his boyfriend to try out roofies in public was certainly not on his Bingo Card for the year.

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  12. Shane sees an article about Ilya with a mystery woman, and proceeds to spiral out of control in a jealous rage.

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  13. "I want to eat you out." Shane's gaze narrows in confusion. "But … I don't have…" Ilya's thumb brushes over his hole. Once. Twice. When it clicks, Shane groans. "Ilya, that's gross," he says, hand coming up to cover his blush. Ilya grabs his arm, wrenches it away from his face. "No, you just showered. You are telling me you don't wash your ass? Shane Hollander doesn't wash his ass?"

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  14. "I have been thinking." Shane lifts his head off the pillow only as much as necessary to turn his face toward Ilya. Ilya continues to trace nonsensical lines and shapes on Shane's bare back, leaving a trail of tingles in his wake. "Hmm?" "I have been thinking. I think I will retire at end of season." Shane and Ilya are turning 40. Things are changing. Shane's not handling it well.

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  15. Every time a text came through about flight times, Shane thought that would be the last one. That Ilya would say, no, actually, but I cannot come to your home over the summer and fuck you in your bed for two weeks and kiss and play house like we are boyfriends, because we are hockey rivals and this has been a seven year long mistake. Also, I will be blocking your phone number and never want to see you again unless I am beating you on the ice. He had doubted every second until Ilya was finally in his car in the airport parking garage.

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  16. "Hollander..." The name came out strangled, broken. "Fuck. Fuck, I forgot—" Shane understood in the same instant, the absence of latex a shocking heat inside him. Christ. or - the boys forget to use condoms for the first time Pt2 - Ilya Rozanov does, in fact, own a belt

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  17. Lily: are you clean? Me: what? Me: i mean yes obviously Me: but why? Lily: if you want, i will fuck you raw after we play tonight Boston, 2015. Ilya has a suggestion.

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