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  1. Ilya lets Shane go and says, “Come with me, I made us breakfast.” “But—” he stutters out. Ilya eyes him so he says, “Did you not want to—” looking down at Ilya’s crotch. Ilya smirks. “Later— I have plan for you today,” he tells him before he turns towards the door. OR Ilya finally gives Shane the facial he hasn't been able to stop thinking about.

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  2. You are okay, I got you by

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    Shane sub drops and texts Ilya the "we didn't even kiss" and then Ilya helps him :)

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  3. Morning Love by

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    These past two games were hard on Shane; he was tired, he was a little hurt, and he missed his fucking boyfriend. But maybe said boyfriend was closer than he thought. Or Shane is a little overwhelmed, and Ilya is a big softy.

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  4. “я тебя люблю,” Shane said softly, basking in pride at what he knew was near-perfect pronunciation. I love you. Saying it felt more natural than breathing. Ilya groaned and tugged Shane close for a fierce kiss. “Do not speak Russian to me right now or we will never go to this party,” Ilya threatened against Shane’s lips. “And I promised Dykstra’s daughter I’d destroy her in foosball." * or, Shane and Ilya's first Centaurs christmas party as a married couple. set after The Long Game

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  5. If you've read Appeasing the Hockey Gods - this is Scott worshiping Kip for the Hockey Gods. Kip offers up Anything Scott wants. And what Scot wants is to tie his man up and worship him, until Kip is begging to come.

    If you haven't read Appeasing the Hockey Gods - this is Scott tying Kip to the bed and worshipping Kip ;) but also go read Appeasing the Hockey Gods for the fluffy coming out before this scene that has way to many weird Smoothie names.

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  6. Ilya should reply, say good morning to his lovely husband. He should rise and kiss the beautiful man, pet their dog, make breakfast and brew a fresh pot of coffee for the two of them. An idyllic little morning laid out in front him, but Ilya can't stomach it. The pillows are soft and the blankets are warm and he is too, too sad to do much of anything. or, Ilya's depression gets the best of him during their Holiday break off

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  7. As Shane is watching Ilyas posts he realises that Ilya could replace him anytime once he realises how boring and imperfect he is. After restless nights and overthinking Shane spirals and ends up having negative thoughts about himself which results in him having bad habits. Ilya notices that Shane is not being himself lately and tries to figure out what’s wrong since he can’t handle seeing his beautiful boyfriend suffer in silence

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  8. Ilya gets in a fight during a game with Boston. It's not for the reason anyone expects.

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  9. Ilya loved this part best. Not just the sex, though he would never pretend it hadn't been good, hadn't been exactly what Shane needed. What Ilya loved was this: the quiet after, the way Shane went soft and pliable once the sharp edges burned out of him. Once the anger drained away and left something warm and loose behind.

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  10. Once Shane’s on the road, Ilya undoes his seatbelt causing Shane to react immediately. “What are you doing?” he asks as Ilya moves over the middle console and gets his hands on Shane. “Just relax,” Ilya tells him. He works quickly to undo Shane’s pants and get his half hard cock out of his pants. “Fuck,” Shane moans as Ilya wraps his hand around it. “Ilya, I’m driving.” OR Shane and Ilya go to the cottage for the weekend for Yuna & David's wedding anniversary party and Ilya gets a little impatient on the way there.

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  11. Ilya Rozanov forgets to take his Zoloft, god the pain. Shane cares for him.

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  12. As usual, Ilya waits for Shane for their post game hookup. There seems to be something off with Shane today, though.

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  13. Post-sex, Shane wakes up nonverbal and floaty in Ilya’s arms at the cottage.

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  14. ill look after you by

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    “Ilya,” He spoke the second he knew his words would be heard, eager to get the burning question out, “Are you alright?” There was a pause, a concerning one, before Ilya simply hummed, “Fine.” But that wasn’t enough. Shane knew, could tell by the glaze over his eyes, his delayed, unfocused mannerisms. Play should be stopped. Ilya was clearly concussed.

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  15. Shane experiences a shutdown after a tough game. Ilya is there to pick up the pieces. Set sort of between Heated Rivalry and The Long Game (?) Title from 'Forever' by Noah Kahan

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  16. Shane was diagnosed with autism as a kid, and kept it a secret once he decided he wanted to play hockey as a career. He decides it's finally time to tell Ilya. Set in Chapter 17 of Heated Rivalry. Title from 'You're on Your Own, Kid' by Taylor Swift

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  17. “I want one day,” Shane interrupted Ilya’s inner meltdown with, really, the only acceptable response. “And then we can…” Shane trailed off. “Then we can, I don’t know. Reset.” “Reset,” Ilya repeated, unconvinced. “Yeah.” It was another few moments of stunned silence before Ilya spoke again. “We could go somewhere.” * or, what if Shane decided to stay, that night… and then decided to miss his flight home the next day.

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  18. “You broke up with her,” Ilya says, arms loosening against his chest.

    “No, she, uh—” Shane ducks his head, avoiding Ilya’s eyes. “We slept together. And she kind of … she didn’t confront me, I guess. But she talked to me. Kind of hinted that she thought I might not be…”

    “Into girls?” Ilya finishes for him.

    “Something like that.”

    “You denied it?” 

    “No, I— I told her. About me. About—us,” Shane’s head snaps up, a hand lifted in Ilya’s direction. “Not about us, us. That I’d been sleeping with someone. Another player. I didn’t tell her about you.”

    OR: Shane comes out to Rose and runs toward the safest pair of arms he knows: Ilya’s. 

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  19. A quiet afternoon turns dangerous when Shane wears the shorts he knows will ruin Ilya’s self-control. Shane and Ilya were home, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. Ilya was sprawled on the plush couch, resting on his back, his eyes glued his phone. The scent of rain-soaked earth drifted in from the open window, mingling with the faint aroma of Shane's cologne, a familiar and comforting presence. Shane emerged from the shower, the steam still clinging to his skin, his hair damp and tousled. He walked downstairs, the soft thud of his bare feet against the wooden floorboards the only sound breaking the silence. He was wearing shorts, but not just any shorts. They were the kind that Ilya knew, the kind that made his breath hitch, the kind that screamed, "Fuck me." They were a faded, soft denim, riding low on his hips, the waistband barely concealing the curve of his ass. Ilya's mouth watered instantly. He couldn't help it. He’d been captivated by Shane since the moment they met, and even after years together, the man still had the power to render him speechless. Shane seemed to notice his husband's reaction, a shy smile playing on his lips. He turned and headed into the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his back to Ilya, offering the perfect view of his ass. Ilya couldn't take it anymore. He rose from the couch in two swift strides, crossing the room and pressing himself against Shane's back. He wrapped his arms around Shane's waist, his hands finding purchase on the soft denim. "These shorts," Ilya murmured, his voice husky, "will be the death of me." He started grinding his half-erect cock against his husband's ass, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Shane moaned, pushing back against his husband, his body arching slightly. "Wore them just for you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Fuck," Ilya breathed, the word a prayer, a promise. He started squeezing Shane's ass, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. Shane groaned, his body trembling. Ilya trailed kisses along Shane's neck, his lips and teeth finding the sensitive skin just below his ear. Shane closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against his husband's shoulder, and whimpered softly. "Does that feel good?" Ilya asked, his voice a low rumble. Shane moaned and nodded, his breath catching in his throat. Ilya started touching Shane's nipples through his shirt, twitching them between his fingers, teasing them with a gentle touch. Shane moaned out loud, the sound a raw, desperate plea. "Fuck, Ilya... more," he begged, his voice laced with need. Ilya, already on the edge, was completely turned on by everything, the feel of Shane's body against his, the sound of his moans, the way his eyes were glazed with desire. He couldn't help himself. He slapped Shane's ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Shane moaned, pressing closer to his husband, his body seeking more. "Again," he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. Ilya cursed under his breath. "Fuck, Hollander. You’re perfect." And he smacked Shane's ass again, harder this time. Shane whimpered, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Ilya... fuck..." Shane's cock was leaking furiously, his shorts and boxers soaked in pre-cum, the evidence of his arousal undeniable. He couldn't take it anymore. He ground his ass harder against his husband, his hips moving in a desperate rhythm, and moaned, "Please." Ilya grabbed Shane's hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Words, Hollander. What do you need?" Shane moaned. "I need you to fuck me... on this counter, fuck, Ilya." He started grinding harder, his body writhing with anticipation. "As you wish," Ilya said, his voice a low growl. He reached down, his fingers finding Shane's front. "Spit." Shane obeyed instantly, his eyes locked on Ilya's, and spit on his fingers. "Good boy," Ilya murmured, a possessive edge to his voice. Shane's eyes fluttered at the nickname, his body already trembling with the promise of pleasure. Ilya shoved Shane's shorts and boxers down in one swift movement, revealing his wet, throbbing cock. He started circling his hole with his fingers, his touch slow and deliberate, preparing him. Shane moaned desperately, his body arching. "Please... Ilya..." Ilya smacked his ass again, the sound sharp in the air. "You take what I give you, understand?" "Yes... Fuck... Ilya, whatever you say." Ilya groaned, his own control slipping. He pushed a finger in, slowly, deliberately, stretching Shane's hole. Shane moaned out loud, his body tensing. "This hole is so fucking tight," Ilya whispered, his voice thick with anticipation. "Can't wait to get it all loose." Shane moaned at the words, his hips bucking. Ilya added another finger, scissoring them, his touch becoming more insistent. He moved closer to Shane's lips, hovering over his ear. "Do you want that... want me to ruin your hole and make it mine forever? Ruin you for everyone else?" Shane's eyes rolled back, his head lolling against Ilya's shoulder. Ilya's fingers found his prostate, and he began to stroke it, his touch precise and relentless. Shane moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure. "Yes... fuck... yes, Ilya... ruin me."

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  20. “You are not… useless. For taking break. Deserve it.” Shane shuddered. “I’ve gotta prove it. Got to prove it was worth it.” “You are second best hockey player in the fucking world. You are worth it,” Ilya said firmly. Shane started to argue, but Ilya cut him off. “Three goals yesterday, assist, leading league in points. Very good. Not… pointless. Understand?” Shane exhaled, tired but comforted. “You here with me, making me happy” Ilya nudged, “This is very useful. Now… nap.” Or Shane took a harder hit than he let on, and Ilya notices, and is soft

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