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    “Oh, so you have problem with LGBTQs?” Rozanov leans back against the counter, chest puffed out, nipples tight. Shane has the distinct feeling Rozanov is toying with him, like a cat with a cornered mouse. But Rozanov’s smile is so soft, and for some reason, that makes Shane even more nervous.

    “Fuck! No, I don’t—”

    “If you have boner when I am fucking men—”

    “What the fuck, Rozanov?” Shane can feel his pulse in his head, like someone is beating two ball peen hammers right against his temples. He blinks hard. Fuck, he can barely see straight.

    “—you might be LGBTQs. So I think you should not have problem, yes?"


    Or: Ilya and Shane navigate sharing a house.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    “Good game,” Ilya snarks, he can’t help it, and Hollander shoves him hard enough into the wall that he only narrowly avoids banging his head. “You looked so hot, that goal in the second, you deserve reward—”

    “Shut the fuck up,” Hollander says, and he slams into Ilya with hardly less ferocity than they’d hit each other during the game, crushing their mouths together.

    Ilya’s vision whites out, his knees nearly buckle. He’s grateful for the wall as he grabs at Hollander and pulls him in tight, shoving a thigh between Hollander’s legs, sucking and biting at his lips, groaning loud and uninhibited as Hollander’s hand comes up to the back of his neck, fingers twisting into his curls. The kiss is furious and wet and hot and so much, Ilya is so fucking hot for it, he’s been thinking about this for weeks, reading through his text thread with Jane, jerking off almost every night with the memory of the last time playing in a loop behind his eyelids.

    He’s never wanted anything like he wants sex with Hollander, and it sort of feels like they’ve already been going at it for hours, every glance and chirp and hit on the ice has been building to this, working him, driving him fucking crazy.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    After a bad game, Shane needs something. Ilya can’t give it to him if he doesn’t use his words. AKA Ilya threatens to whore Shane out to the Raiders.

    The place feels off. Like it’s at an angle. Shane whips his head around. All his stuff looks normal, in its right place, the Montreal backdrop glittering among the reflections of the lamps dotted around the place. He can’t seem to focus on anything. Maybe Rozanov isn’t even here. Maybe he has a second to pull himself togeth–

    Shane’s eyes lock onto Rozanov’s like a bolt slotting into place.

    He’s reclined into the corner of the couch, arm slung over the side, knee falling open onto the seat. Tumbler in hand, something brown he must’ve found in a forgotten cupboard. Looking amused.

    “Well done,” Shane says, and his voice only wobbles a fraction. It should come easy to him. It’s Shane’s brand. But tonight, with him, he’s having to force the words out.

    Rozanov’s eyes crinkle. “Thanks,” he says. Shane doesn’t expect any congratulations, but the absence of the return hangs between them, possibly even louder.

    Yeah. Tonight was a real low for him.

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    08 Jun 2026

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    Rozanov made a dismissive noise. “No, no, I will pick you up. Send me your address.”

    “I’m not giving you my home address.”

    “Why not!”

    “Because you’ll probably post it on social media to psych me out before our next game.”

    That made Rozanov laugh. “It is good idea,” he said. Stopped laughing. Started again. Blew out a breath like he had to get himself together. “I might do this to you,” he allowed, “but you have nice boyfriend living with you now. I would not do this to him. You are safe.”

     

    In which Ilya Rozanov adopts himself into Scott and Kip's household and refuses to leave. Kip finds this very sweet. Scott is going to kill him.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Ilya Rozanov is the messy queer rep the MLH needs. A public multi-year situationship largely conducted via Twitter with the weird-ass mascot of the Philly team he has no other rapport with whatsoever is precisely the kind of representation kids need to be able to look up to.
    Is he a genius or an idiot? Nobody knows.

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    03 Jun 2026