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    “Seeing you smile like that, it makes me want to give you all of this,” he called out, making a sweeping gesture across the ice.

    Shane turned back to look at him, eyes bright, and laughed. “Canadian Tire Centre? I know you’re rich, Rozanov, but an entire arena is a pretty big real estate investment.”

    Ilya pushed off, skating to a stop in front of him, knowing his expression had morphed into something serious. “Hockey, Hollander. It should have been yours.”

    Or, everything that happens when your dreams don’t come true.

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    “Hi,” Ilya says, his attempt at making his voice a purr lost to how fucking happy he is, to have this, to see Shane Hollander in a way no one else ever gets to. He crosses the room and kneels over him, pulling him up into a kiss that Shane gives him easily, making a sweet, soft noise that makes Ilya want to bite him with how cute it is. Instead, he gets a handful of the edge of the soft, fuzzy blanket to whip it off of Shane and replace it with his own body-

    -only to be stopped when the blanket turns out to be far, far fucking heavier than he anticipated, pulling him up short when his attempt at a flick ends with barely moving the edge before it flops back down with audible weight.

    (ilya versus shane's weighted blanket)

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    06 Jul 2026

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    “The thing is,” Ilya says, conversationally, as if he doesn't have fucking Shane Hollander grinding into his touch, as if he doesn't have a hand on his—Luca's sure of it—perfect fucking cock, “you have not been subtle, Haasy.”

    It takes Luca a moment to understand just what the hell Ilya's talking about, before he moans, low in his throat, humiliation sweeping across his body. It's not that he thought he had been actually subtle, but he hadn't expected this, of all places, to be where they confronted him. Not with Ilya's hand worming its way into Shane's pants, the soft blue of his briefs a flash color amongst the pale glow of his skin and the dark drape of his clothes.

    OR: The Cens have won the Stanley Cup. Luca's been voted Hollanov's MVP.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    Luca hadn’t been sure he would go through with the plan. He’d talked himself into it and out of it about fifty times.

    But he's made it this far. He's sitting with Shane Hollander, just the two of them. Now all he needs to do it open his mouth and—

    “Look,” Shane is saying, “if you wanted to talk through coming out, I th—”

    “I can’t figure out anal sex,” Luca blurts.

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