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  1. Rec 92

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    Heat floods Shane’s face and he huffs to hold back a laugh. It’s hard not to find her funny, even when she’s giving him shit. “What’s your idea?”

    “We don’t tell anyone.”

    “That we broke up?”

    “Yeah.”

    For a moment, Shane thinks it over, before he says tentatively, “...Why would we do that?”

    “Just for a little while. Because if Rozanov is the jealous type, maybe-- well. If he saw us together a little while longer, maybe we turn the heat up in front of the paps… it might butter him up for your talk in Tampa. That’s where you said the All-Stars is this year, right? He’ll be there, you’ll be there…” She wrinkles her nose. “Not that he needs to be buttered up. You’re a total catch, and he’s gotta see that. It just might… motivate him.”

    She’s right about one thing; it is a bad idea. Shane stares at her, half in shock and half in… he doesn’t know what. 

    OR!! whats it called when you pretend to still be in a relationship w ur gay ex so he can make his man who's not his man jealous? asking for my good friend rose landry.

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    24 Jun 2026

  2. Rec 61

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    “It's the same, right? You should understand.”

    “As boxing?” When Ilya nods, Shane scoffs. “It's not.”

    “Yes. Is.” Ilya cracks his neck once-- Shane's eyes catch on the stretch of skin before he flicks his gaze back to Ilya's face. He's looking at Shane intently. “Pushing. Forcing. Winning.”

    “That's not…”
    It wasn’t always about that for Shane. Yes, he wanted to win, he wanted to be the best, he wanted to beat the best, but it wasn't about making any other player submit to him. For Shane, it was as much about strategy as it was anything else, about wrapping his head around the rink and knowing exactly how it would go, about executing the perfect victory.

    Still, he can't quite say Ilya is wrong. There was something about it, about shoving another player into the boards, about a clean hit, about a fight on the ice, gloves off. Sweat sticking to his skin, blood pumping in his ears, adrenaline making his vision blurred. Teammates else brawling right beside him, blood in his mouth or dripping from his nose--

    Woodenly, he shrugs again.

    // retired hockey player-turned-physical therapist shane x cocky boxer ilya... mm....

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    23 Jun 2026

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    crazy hot but no condom

  3. Rec 82

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    And then, shakily but no less firmly, Shane honest-to-god sticks out his hand for Ilya to shake. In the middle of a dim, sticky, tacky bar. In front of a display of cowboy-themed knick-knacks, like they’re at an important meeting. 

    And judging by the look on his face, he’s completely serious, face set and eyes earnest. 

    “Ah, formal.”

    Shane jiggles his hand mid-air, waiting for Ilya to take it. He does, finding Shane’s palm to be warm and soft all over, save for a callous along the outside of his thumb that scratches pleasantly over Ilya’s hand. 

    “Ilya Rozanov,” He purrs, grinning wide when Shane flushes at the tone. “You are very young, Shane Hollander.”

    “Not that young.”

    “Younger than me.”

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    Buckle Bunny (noun): "A woman who is a follower or devotee of rodeos or cowboys"
    or: older ilya and college shane meet in a cowboy bar :)

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    23 Jun 2026

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    crazy hot like insanity wowza

  4. Rec 54

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    Chewing on his lip, Shane focuses on pulling his gear into place. His phone vibrates once, twice, rattling the shelf of his locker. He ignores it for as long as he can before sighing and picking it up. 

    Lily: See you soon ;)

    Lily: Did you do what I told you to?

    Shane wants to throw his phone across the room. Instead, he puts it back in his locker and finishes pulling on his gear. His blood is singing, pulsing anxiously in his ears and in his fingertips, shaky as they adjust the gear. 

    One week, Ilya asked him to.. he feels a spike of something thrilling and nauseating just thinking it. As far as Shane knew, he wasn’t a person who jerked off a lot, but he was still a person. A week without it was abnormal for him, especially midway through the season, when adrenaline and stress were high. He’d felt like he was buzzing with excess energy all week in a way that was far from pleasant. 

    // orgasm denial :)

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    23 Jun 2026

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    He and Shane are in bed together, Ilya’s lips attached to Shane’s neck as they lazily grind against each other, when Shane says, “So you’ve slept with like eight hundred women.”

    Immediately, Ilya stops. He releases Shane’s neck—even though it makes Shane whine unhappily—and pulls back so he can meet Shane’s eyes. “What?”

    “You’ve slept with eight hundred women,” Shane says. He’s a bit pink in the cheeks, but that might just be the arousal. “I did the math."

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