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  1. Shane Hollander comes out and unleashes Shane Hollander Hysteria across the NHL.
    All-stars circle like it's free agency and he’s the only contract available.
    DMs combust. Rival captains get bold.
    Connections start forming faster than anyone can keep up.
    The Metros couldn’t care less because Shane keeps dominating on the ice while getting fucked in multiple time zones.
    It becomes the worst-kept secret in professional hockey: everyone wants their turn.
    Or:
    Shane Hollander comes out and discovers freedom can look like a lot of things.
    Sometimes it looks like sex across time zones.
    Sometimes it looks like queer community forming around him across the league.
    Sometimes it looks like becoming the most confident version of himself he has ever been.
    Shane Hollander is having a great time.
    This fic is loud, messy, and sometimes a little ridiculous until it isn’t.

    Shane-centric.
    Multiple partners/poly dynamics.
    Character studies of many different men.
    Finding queer joy and community.
    Autism, mental illness, and different attachment styles.
    Or as I like to say..
    A slow emotional horror story inside a romcom porno.


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  2. “I feel like we’re being seduced a little bit,” Kip says, and Kyle’s answering grin is as joyful as it is mischievous.

    “Oh, you think?”

    “It’s not like either of us needs convincing, but I appreciate the effort.”

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    While Carter is in LA, Kyle and Eric invite Kip and Scott over for a dinner date.

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  3. For a second, Scott pictures it—their tragic gay love affair, conducted in Holiday Inns and Marriotts, following the usual routine; the cut-off afterglow, the tied-off condom burning a hole in someone’s pocket because they were too scared to leave it in the hotel trash, the look-both-ways paranoia leaving the room, fleeing the scene head-down-hands-in-pockets. Scott pictured a decade of that—a four-year marriage of that—and felt sick. Two thousand fucking ten. Christ. Kip had cousins younger than that.

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  4. Ilya [07:11]: I think your husband should fuck my husband.

    Kip takes a deep breath and reminds himself that rage-baiting is Ilya Rozanov’s love language and also his primary form of communication.

    Kip [07:12]: That’s kind of a lot for 7 AM on a Tuesday.
    Kip [07:13]: Tell me more.

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    I have absolutely no excuse for this. Can be read as a standalone or part of a series of dramatically escalating instances of Ilya Rozanov haunting Scott Hunter's sex life.

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  5. "Typical dirty Americans," Rozanov said. He took the pitcher and started pouring water into the four glasses. "You wear your shoes indoors and then you want to fuck someone else's husband and then you expect him to sleep in the same filthy sheets."

    Scott opened his mouth to retort back, but Rozanov, the gracious host, was handing him a cold glass of water. "Well, we will all get very dirty together tonight," he continued. "Shane, my sweetheart, you are outnumbered. Better hydrate."

    Hollander drank obediently. Needing something to do with his hands, Scott sipped his water, too. Kip traced circles lightly along his back. The silence that felt so pleasant outside by the fire now settled heavily over them. Scott cleared his throat. "So," he said. "What are we doing?"

    Rozanov looked at him like he was stupid. "Is it not obvious? We are going to run a train on my husband."

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  6. Ilya is captivated watching Troy and Shane get closer and closer to each other on the dance floor. Harris leans up to press his mouth to Ilya’s ear to shout over the music. Harris sounds almost out of breath when he tells Ilya, “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but they are so hot together.”

    Ilyas shoulders shake with laughter and he nods his head, keeping his eyes on his dancing husband and teammate. “Do you think they know they are putting on a show for us?”

    Ilya is afraid of getting boring, so he arranges a night out during Pride in New York. Harris drunkenly reveals a fantasy he's been harboring, and Ilya wants to help. Smut ensues.

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