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    “I did not … know what happened. You touched over my pants, kissed my stomach. Went into my lap.” Ilya gestures with his free hand like he’s grasping for a word he can’t find, just out of reach. “Something was different.”

    Shane can’t say he remembers all that in as much clarity as Ilya does – the whole day is a bit of a blur in his mind.

    “We were having fun afternoon. Sex and naps and talking. And then I touched your hair and you went somewhere. Scared me, a little bit.”

    Blinking and still not understanding, Shane repeats, “I went somewhere?”

    Reaching over, Ilya picks up the booklet. One handed, he holds it against his thigh and flips to a page around halfway through with the word Subspace in bold at the top. He taps it with his forefinger. “Went here, I think.”

    Shane experiences a sub-drop without knowing what's happening. Ilya doesn't know either, so he makes it his mission to find out.

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    “First, I ravish you,” Ilya murmurs, his lips brushing Shane’s bruised ribs, sending goosebumps rippling across his skin. “Apologize for injury I gave.”

    Shane’s breath hitches as Ilya’s hand slides down his body toward his ass. He can barely breathe when that rough fingertip brushes his hole, and it’s not because of the bruised ribs.

    “And then?” he asks, voice breathless.

    Ilya looks up, eyes dark and heavy with desire. He presses one final kiss to the marred skin before digging his fingers deeper into Shane’s skin, making him gasp.

    “And then, I give you new bruises. Better ones to remind you of me.”

    or: Ilya feels bad for being rough with Shane on ice… Shane, on the other hand, is kinda into it.

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    “I think, at this point, we are friends, no?” Ilya asks, his back still to Shane.

    “Are we?” Shane asks, and Ilya’s lip quirks at the way he can hear the curiosity bleed through Shane’s tone, despite the way he’s clearly trying so hard to sound indifferent.

    “I consider you a friend, yes. We had food together. Hung out,” he explains.

    “Okay. Sure, yeah,” Shane agrees, meeting Ilya’s eyes as he turns around to face him. “Friends.”

    “Good. It is important you know this,” Ilya asks, stepping across the slightly echoey room, his hand going to tilt Shane’s jaw up. “It’s important for you to know I like you,” he says, watching with amusement as more confusion spreads across Shane’s pretty face.

    “Why?”

    “Because,” Ilya says softly, condescendingly as he leans down, his mouth close to Shane’s. Shane is so receptive to him, his lips already parting, expecting a kiss. “I am going to fuck you like I hate you,” he finishes, watching as Shane’s jaw drops a little, his breath hitching.

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    “Fuck, Hollander,” He hears Ilya groan out. It makes Shane laugh, shaking his head. “If you ever quit hockey, you should get into porn. You are hottest pornstar I’ve ever seen.”

    Shane wipes his face quickly, making sure the tear stains are gone, hoping that his eyes aren’t too puffy or red from weeping through his orgasm. Shane grabs his phone, holding it closer to his face, only seeing Ilya’s ceiling still.

    “I’m not a pornstar, asshole,” Shane mumbles. “You could do like—audio porn. Your voice—” Shane flushes darker. “I don’t know. It’s hot. The dirty talk.”

    Rozanov scoops up the phone; he’s flushed in the cheeks, grinning crookedly. “You think my voice is hot?”

    “Shut up,” Shane grumbles, shuffling back against the bed.

    “You are in better mood. I am a good distraction, yes?”

    Oh.

    He does feel better.

    OR Shane and Ilya do not talk about what Scott said. They do jerk off

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    “What are you doing?”

    “Hit me.”

    “What?” Aleksa scoffed in shock. She pushed sunglasses to her forehead so she could properly scrutinize Alex. “What are you talking about?”

    “Hit me.” She beckoned her with her hand, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Take a swing.”

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