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    It's now or never. It's go time. Or what the fuck ever. Shane spits it out. Maybe it comes out as the measliest attempt at seduction Shane's ever done before, "do you want me to fuck you with my big dick?"

    "Oh," Ilya says. Softly, like he's genuinely shocked now. But also definitely concealing a laugh. "Um. Is that what you want?"

    or, shane is hung but he literally isn't even using all that

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    15 Apr 2026

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    His outstretched glove hangs there, frozen, as the noise of the arena mutates into a ringing buzz. Then he’s moving, pushed away by Marlow, and then Boston’s goalie. There’s a flurry of movement, a trainer with a towel, more blood dripping onto the ice, and he just. Stands there. Staring.

    Ilya is helped off the ice. Shane doesn’t even tap his stick.

    Remember when Sidney Crosby caught a puck with his jaw? That doesn't happen to Shane. That happens to Ilya.

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    23 Mar 2026

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    Shane bites his lip. “So what, uh, what are you wearing?”

    A never-ending beat of silence. Then: “What?”

    Shane facepalms. And then keeps his face hidden in his palm. The only reason he doesn’t press the phone against his chest so he could groan loudly is that he knows Rozanov would hear his heartbeat too clearly. He’s about to have a heart attack. Not that Shane is freaking out, but he is literally going to go outside to dig his grave with his own two hands.

    “Never mind,” he rushes to say, muffled against his hand, and he hangs up.

    Jesus fucking Christ.

    or: Shane can't stop thinking about being bad at sexting and figures out that maybe, just maybe, he's better at phone sex. The only way to figure it out is to try.

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    23 Mar 2026

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    Shane: What are you doing right now?

    Lily: Out with team

    Lily: Did u see that goal I made?

    Shane: Yes

    Lily: Was very sexy, yes? ;)

    Lily: What r u doing right now?

    Shane slips another finger in, groaning. He imagines Rozanov, sitting at a booth or table with his team, phone angled away so nobody else could see his texts with 'Jane'. Rozanov's attention is electric, even from a distance. Shane wants to keep it.

    Shane: Touching myself

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    Shane so used to Rozanov telling him when to come that it's frustrating to get off without him. But just because Shane calls Rozanov, doesn't mean he's going to be very much help.

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    23 Mar 2026

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    He watches the tape again over dinner. Listens to Rozanov moan inside a girl's pussy while he eats. By the time he finishes his last bite, Rozanov's inside her, her nails raking down his back, her mouth twisted open in pleasure, and Shane's hard in his pants.

    So, Shane puts his plate in the sink and goes back to his room. Starts the video over.

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    A sex tape of Ilya with a girl leaks. Shane reacts normally.

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    23 Mar 2026