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    Ilya's face split into a wide grin. It made his eyes sparkle. Shane wanted to kiss him very badly. "Oh. Oh. You are very drunk."

    "I wouldn't say very drunk. I'm normal drunk." Shane corrected, stepping closer to Ilya until they were barely centimeters apart. Shane reached up and wrapped his arms around Ilya's neck. They were so close and he smelled so good. Shane breathed him in for a second. Fuck, he had missed him so badly. It had only been two weeks, but it felt like forever.

    "I missed you too." Ilya whispered. Wait, had Shane said that out loud? Oops. Maybe he was very drunk. "More than you know."

    Or, the transition from friends with benefits to lovers is far from seamless.

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    “Hollander,” drawled the familiar voice of Ilya Rozanov. Shane stiffened in his seat as, unbidden, blood rushed to his cock and cheeks “fancy seeing you here.”

    “Fuck off Rozanov” Shane replied, still staring ahead. The Russian didn’t budge so Shane added in a whisper "someone might see us” and if you don’t leave soon I might do something stupid like suck your cock on the spot or finally let you fuck me, maybe over the the hot food bar. It would be unsanitary, but memorable.

    “No, I think I will stay. You are so boring, but is more boring being alone in airport.” He replied cheekily, shifting next to Shane, brushing their shoulders lightly together. Shane burned even hotter at the touch. His desire for this obnoxious man was humiliating.

    “Hollander, look at me” he said softly. Shane, as always, was powerless to resist him. He turned his head to meet surprisingly gentle blue eyes. “Is South, da? Nobody cares about hockey. We are safe.”

    When a freak snow storm forces Shane and Ilya to stay in Tennessee following the 2011 All Stars weekend, they are brought together by an airport lounge, the open road, a mountain cabin, and the music of Dolly Parton.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    “Well, I guess you got what you wanted from me already,” Hollander continued. “Whatever. Fuck you.”

    “Wait, no, Hollander.” Ilya turned, throwing an arm into Hollander’s path. “That’s not—”

    “No, it’s fine. Stupid of me to expect anything else.” Hollander shook his head, gaze downcast, the barest hint of angry pink tinging his freckled cheeks. “Thanks for making it good, at least.”

    It. His first time.

    Ilya was the worst sort of asshole.

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    In Sochi, Shane isn’t shy about calling out Ilya for ghosting after getting what he wanted. Once they’re safely away from Russia, Ilya forces himself to be honest with Shane about what that first time meant.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    “Why are you acting like a jealous ex?”

    Shane choked on nothing, his eyes going wide in horror as Ilya cut his gaze away, jaw clenched.

    “Oh my god, you are a jealous ex,” Rose breathed.

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    Rose, Miles, Shane, and Ilya never make it to the club. Instead, they bump into each other outside the rink after the game. Shane and Ilya are very obvious. Rose helps them sort things out.

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    He looks up at Rozanov, whose brows have since migrated up over his forehead, almost tangling in his mess of curls as he eagerly awaits either a response or a reaction.

    Shane gives both at once.

    “We can’t fuck in there.”

    Ilya’s smile doesn’t falter. Shane really wishes he was kissing him instead of standing here, shrinking into his jacket, shivering under the cool nighttime air, the hot tub water glimmering under a heavy moonlight.

    “Why not?” Rozanov challenges. “Is fine, no? I can make you break a sweat, Hollander. Even without the bubbles.”

    Shane deadpans him and that just makes Rozanov laugh airily, clearly bemused by his response to all this.

    or: ilya’s house has a hot tub and a mirror in the yard, so he and shane make very good use of it

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