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“Look at you now.” Rozanov’s knuckles graze Shane’s cheek, mock-tender. He flinches. “So fucking desperate for your captain's cock and you think no one will notice.”
Captain Rozanov gets the star rookie on his knees.
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15 Jul 2026
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eyes on me by Mooeyeddie (mooeyeddie)
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
13 Jul 2026
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It’s not inappropriate, he tells himself, just about remembering Luca still in the room; one leg in a lap does not a straddle make.
Fisting his hand in Ilya’s shirt and taking a shaky inhale of his scent is harder to rationalise, but Shane is a smart man, and he’s sure he can make an argument for it.
Hockey turns Shane on. Shane turns Ilya on. Watching Shane and Ilya turns Luca on too.
Or: Keep your eyes on me, Luca.
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15 Jul 2026
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God, Shane wants. Shane wants so much that it hurts, makes his whole body ache with emptiness, and what he wants more than anything after to be held and pushed into – by Rozanov – is to listen and submit – to Rozanov. He wants Rozanov, and it should be scary, but all he feels right now is a want, an impenetrable need that makes him swallow around glass shards stuck in his throat and slowly put his palms flush on the floor in front of his knees, watching Rozanov like he’s in a trance.
or, being the best might be starting to take its toll on Shane, and Ilya knows how to help
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12 Jul 2026
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God, Shane never wanted to be mad at him. He hadn’t wanted to continue it. He had wanted to play, too, to suspend reality and just let himself believe that this room was his whole world, that he could talk to Rozanov, play with Rozanov, that nothing else mattered. And the champagne in his blood, the looseness it brought to his shoulders, the ease it granted his brain made it so he could merely sniff in the extra moisture in his nose, blink away the wetness in his eyes, and look up at Rozanov like they were normal, like nothing else had been said. “Why would God take a call from you, Rozanov?” he had said, voice small but brave.
Rozanov had finally grinned, had let Shane see his beautiful teeth. Shane had wanted to be bit, in that moment, all over. “He knows me,” had been his response.
Shane had sniffed again, had looked down at Rozanov’s shoes, how one of them was gently stepping onto Shane’s foot. An anchor. “God’s not gonna take a call from you.”
“Hm. Why?”
His chest had felt warm. “Because you’re evil.”
or, Shane's drunk, and yearning for Ilya Rozanov is inescapable, and probably bad for him
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09 Jul 2026
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Hi Ilya,
My name is Shane! I don’t speak Russian, I hope that’s okay. I’m also 25 years old and I love hockey too! So we have some things in common.
I’ve never written an inmate before. I don’t really know why I’m doing this. I guess I’m lonely. I’m not very good at making friends or dating. I think maybe I can be a bit awkward in person, but I’m good at writing. So I hope that’s okay.
or Shane Hollander finds Ilya Rozanov on WriteAPrisoner.com and sends him an email.
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29 Jun 2026