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  1. Public Bookmark 52

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    “Your first,” Ilya repeated slowly, his questioning, intense gaze pinning Shane like a moth to a board. Shane didn’t have to fake the heat in his face, the slight wanting tremble of his hands.

    “You know I’ve never let anyone fuck me.”

    He had tangible proof of the moment it clicked, because Ilya started battling for breath like the air had been punched out of him. Shane had filed away Ilya’s snarling possession and pride for years; his husband loved that he was the first man Shane had ever had sex with. He relished in it.

    He'd trusted Ilya enough to give it up once, and he could give it up again, immortalized on film.

    There were two crucial itemized lists that Shane drafted before the arrival of Ilya’s birthday. One contained everything he’d need to purchase before the party, because he’d forgotten ice last time and it haunted him.

    The other detailed all possible kinks and fantasies that Shane could weaponize to drive Ilya insane.

    Who would Shane Hollander be, if not the pinnacle of efficiency?

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    21 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 90

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    Distantly, he thinks he could come from this sight alone. Shane Hollander, on his knees in the middle of the ice, swathed in the striking blue of his old Voyageurs jersey. Beneath the bright lights of the rink, he's a vision of wild making.

    “You are so fucking beautiful,” Ilya says, running his hands through Shane’s hair, the long sweep of it. He can feel the way Shane has started to shake slightly, maybe from realization of where they are, maybe from sweat cooling, maybe both.

    “Ilya,” Shane manages, laying his forehead on one thick thigh. “Ilya, please take me back to the car.”

    Ilya purses his lips. Lets out a long breath.

    “No,” he replies, softly. That earns him a bleary look from Shane, whose brows are knitted together again.

    “What do you mean, no?”

    “I mean, I fuck you right here, or I don’t fuck you at all.”

    In the heat of late spring, Shane turns 31. Ilya finds a way to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    And yeah, Shane knew that Ilya hadn’t been okay last time he was in Russia, but Ilya had had the very real excuse of a funeral to blame things on. Ilya had downplayed it as much as he could, and Shane hadn’t been there, he’d heard the fatigue and he’d seen Ilya’s tired smile, but he hadn’t felt the way Ilya’s hands were cold the entire time he was there, hadn’t seen through the screen the way Ilya dropped eight pounds in three weeks, hadn’t kept time when there were twenty hours in Ilya’s day instead of something closer to sixteen. Or, on the flip side, for the week or two after, when there had been approximately ten conscious hours in a day.

    It was one thing to see something. It was another to feel it in your hands.

    Ilya and Shane are so, so happy for their first year married. They’re playing in Ottawa together, they’re fucking winning, they’re together and out.

    So now, after a year, Ilya should be fine. He should be great. He should not be flinching at small noises or nearly punching people off the clock or feeling like he’s drowning whenever he’s not on the ice.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov, meet your PTSD.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Ilya liked Shane’s parents. He really did. David and Yuna Hollander were entirely devoted to their only child–maybe sometimes a bit intense, if not a little overbearing, in Yuna’s case–and their attentiveness had moulded him into a kind, hardworking, and thoughtful man. Truly, their son was a testament to the quality of both their character’s–Shane’s soft underbelly nurtured by his father’s patient tone and earnest gaze and his shrewdness and talent sharpened by his mother’s fierce mettle. Shane was the sum of his parent’s parts, yet entirely his own, and Ilya was very grateful to the tender, yet firm, hands that had shaped the man he loved. But right now, well, right now Ilya was not their biggest fan.

    Jane:
    My parents are going to be staying at my place after the game on Friday.

    Ilya missed Shane. Ilya really needed to have sex with Shane. Now the man's parents were in the way.

    Or: Ilya is finally seeing Shane for the first time since their summer at the cottage but Shane's parents crash their first evening alone in weeks. Set during that agonising final season Ilya plays for Boston.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    Post-S1. Shane and Ilya have to spend a month apart early in their relationship.

    Ilya spends that time bulking up. For hockey purposes. And for Shane purposes.

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    17 Jun 2026