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  • Unresolved Sexual Tension ×
  1. Let's get the boys back together.

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  2. All year Shane had been fighting the desperate creeping desires spreading inside him, hoping they would wither and die in the airless forgotten dark of his dreams and now Rozanov, the only player at camp who might've been better at hockey than Shane, with his newly-long legs and newly-defined abs and his indifferent smirking gaze, was lying (maybe) hard above him, asking wildly inappropriate questions and claiming it was all normal and fine and good? Nonsense. If this was normal, Shane was missing way more social cues in his day-to-day life than he thought.

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    In which Shane and Ilya meet at hockey camp as teens and a bunch of other things also go differently. Not a teen fic tho I promise!

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  3. "You will bend for me many times, I think, before this production is over." Shane means to say no. He means to tell Ilya Rozanov—arrogant Bolshoi principal dancer and professional pain in his ass—to fuck off and stop moving set pieces without permission. Instead, he ends up on his knees in a dressing room, which is definitely not how the Royal Winnipeg Ballet’s stage manager is supposed to handle conflict resolution. Three weeks until opening night. One impossible rivalry. And absolutely no way this ends well. or: Ilya comes to Winnipeg for The Nutcracker. Shane tries very hard to hate him. The mind- blowing hate-sex doesn’t help.

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  4. Stick to your guns, Ilya thinks. Sex. With Hollander. That’s simple. Straightforward.

    Except nothing about this night has been straightforward. The more time he spends with Hollander, the more he wants him - and not just the sex. He wants it all: the reading glasses, earnest ramblings, moral compulsions. The sweetness Hollander tries to hide. The way he holds back from almost everyone, even from himself, but never from Ilya.

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    or: After Vegas, Ilya knows he should end it with Hollander. He likes trouble, yes. Doesn’t mean he likes feeling scraped raw by wanting impossible things. Then they are marooned together for a very long, very strange night during which Ilya begins to suspect – shakily, reluctantly – that they might be… something.

    NOW COMPLETE!

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  5. When Canadian transfer student Shane Hollander joins Boston University’s Division 1 hockey team, he expects intense practices, elite competition, and the pressure to be drafted. What he doesn't expect is to be roped up into tutoring the infuriatingly talented, infamous frat boy Ilya Rozanov. Between late-night study sessions, high-stakes games, and reckless frat parties—how will either of them survive the season?

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    Frat Boy Ilya Rozanov x Nerdy Shane Hollander

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  6. “I think I need you to kiss me,” Shane bursts out and closes his eyes in defeat. Pre-race psychosis, it is, Ilya thinks. Definitely heatstroke in Austria at the last race weekend. It’s either that or Ilya has trouble hearing. Rising star Shane Hollander asks him for a kiss. He closed the door for this. Or, he is really trying to get under Ilya’s skin for this race. or: Shane races for Williams, Ilya races for Toro Rosso. And rivals are not supposed to help each other out, right?

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  7. “You owe me a shirt,” Shane greeted him. Ilya let out a gruff, short, laugh, remembering the shirt of Shane’s that he'd soaked, right by this pool hours ago. Shane’s abs had clung against the wet fabric. Ilya had wanted to bite them. “Did you forget how to clean clothes?” Ilya smirked. The water slid along his calves as he knocked their shoulders together; Ilya grinned and continued, “If so, I did you a favor. Was an ugly shirt.”

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