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    “Please,” he says finally, voice breaking as he gives in. “Fuck, please, Rozanov, I’m gonna—”

    Rozanov pulls all the way back, mouth releasing his cock with a noise that makes Shane’s hips rock up into nothing.

    “Rozanov,” he begs again.

    “Hmm?” Rozanov asks, kissing Shane’s shaking thigh gently. “You need something?”

    “You— fuck— you said I could come,” Shane says, trying to keep the accusatory note out of his voice.

    “Mhm. When you say my name, yes?”

    “I did!” Shane insists, just a hint of a whine in his tone now. Rozanov smirks at him.

    “Oh, sweetheart,” he says. “My first name.”

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    Ilya does something a little different on tuna melt day.

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    03 Jun 2026

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    Ilya loved the closing shift.

    Until this fucking guy started coming in a 7:55 pm. Almost every single fucking day.

    The first time it happened, Ilya was annoyed. He had just cleaned the espresso machine, and now he would have to redo it. 8:30! Ilya got out thirty fucking minutes late because of one guy!

    But, it was fine. It was fine. Getting out late one time wasn’t that big of a deal.

    Until it happened again. And again. And again. Until-

    “Why the hell do you come in here so late?”

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    Ilya is a barista at a small local coffee shop. Shane is a doctor that annoys the fuck out of him. The annoyance turns into fondness; the fondness turns into lust. They fuck in the shop.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    “Need a bet to get laid, Rozanov? You’re really that desperate these days?”

    “Nostalgic, maybe.”

    “Wow. Big word.”

    “Shut up, Hollander.”

    Shane shuts up.

    “When I win,” Rozanov continues. “I get you for…twenty-four hours.”

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    Shane and Ilya are in rival frats in their senior year and it's time for the annual Greek Olympiad. A bet is made.

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    02 Jun 2026

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    19 May 2026

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    Anyway, Shane didn't remember exactly what was in the folder ... But he knew they were all good shots of him.

    He hastily clicked open the folder, his eyes barely glancing through the dozen or so shots there, vaguely registering a picture with a sunset background from his condo balcony, something of him laughing, a picture of him working at his laptop with his glasses on...

    The director called him again, and he shook his head, the photos blurring. Whatever. It would have to do.

    He clicked "select all," then the messages icon, then Rozanov's name. Hit send.

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    Or: When never-hooked-up Shane and Ilya have to collaborate on a league charity project, Shane accidentally sends Ilya a nude.

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    17 May 2026