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  1. “Watch yourself, Rozanov,” he says in Russian, voice low and dark, and oh, holy shit, Ilya should have known teaching Shane his native language would be the death of him.

    “I would rather watch you.”

    Shane moves off the stool he’s been sitting on with one fluid movement. “Not now.”

    “Later then?”

    Shane rolls his eyes. “Pervert.”

    “Not what you said an hour ago.”

    Ilya feels Shane’s foot bump into his, and their thighs brush just barely. But it’s still enough to make Ilya want to abandon all of this and drag Shane back upstairs. “Behave, Ilya,” he says, slipping back into Russian. “You know they can't know.” He turns. The look he throws him is a little too close not to affect him. “We both want it that way.”

    Oh. Right. That.

    ____

    Or Ilya and Shane attempt to hide their relationship at a charity gala. It goes about as well as one would expect.

    Language:
    English
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    6,089
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    1/1
    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #76153181
  2. One security camera. One leaked video. One choice that changes everything. Ilya Rozanov loses his country, his team, and his shot at Olympic gold in a single night. But he doesn’t lose Shane, and that makes all the difference. A story about finding home in a person, not a place. About choosing love over legacy. And about winning the medal you never knew you needed, standing next to the one person who matters most.

    Language:
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    26,873
    Chapters:
    4/4
    Files:
    3 versions
    AO3:
    #75284826
  3. “I don’t want to sound like an asshole man, really, but… why him?”
    Shane had heard this question a hundred times by now, from all sorts of people, in various tones. Some people were more serious than others, most genuinely didn’t get it.
    “Of all the available guys in North America, why Ilya Rozanov?”

    Or: Shane has heard the question again and again, but for once he really thinks about it

    Language:
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    1/1
    Files:
    2 versions
    AO3:
    #75091916
  4. “So.” Shane started, he huffed a shy little laugh and found it odd, why was he being this way? “Sooo?” Ilya drawled and began to saunter over to his husband. Shane took a step back when Ilya neared him. Ilya didn’t stop, and Shane ended up pressed against the door. “How exhausted are you?” Ilya asked, and Shane noticed the tell-tale smirk. “Not at all. You?” Ilya shook his head in response, “Nope.” His hands slid up the door, caging Shane in, which made him swallow thickly. “I want to make love to you tonight, Hollander.” Shane’s entire body buzzed with anticipation and joy. “But first…do you want more cake?” Shane swooped in to kiss him, because he just needed to, or else he’d burst, “Yes. Cake. Then come ravage me.”

    Language:
    English
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    3,943
    Chapters:
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    Files:
    1
    AO3:
    #67379953
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