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    They’re alone at the bar now. No one is watching. He could press a finger to Hollander’s lips, wait for Hollander to open for him. He could slide the pad of his thumb across Hollander’s tongue, tip his chin up, and pour the liquid into his mouth. He could watch the bob of Hollander’s throat as he swallows it down.

    Ilya takes a drag from his cigarette instead.

    “What?” Ilya asks as Hollander stares him down, not unlike an enraged bull. “You are going to tell me not to smoke? Is Vegas, Hollander. No one cares.”

    “Neither do I,” Hollander mutters, turning away toward the bar. “Are you going to give my drink back?”

    Ilya glances down at the shot glass in his hand and shrugs. “No. Is mine now.” He throws the shot back, suppressing a wince at the taste of subpar hotel bar vodka. When he looks up again, Hollander is already walking away from him into the sea of brightly colored slot machines.

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    After hooking up at the MLH awards, Shane doesn't go back to his room. He goes to a party. Ilya can't help but follow him to the casino where he realizes something is wrong with Shane.

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    06 Jun 2026

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    Shane lowers his voice. “I didn’t think you were serious about that.”

    “Yes, you did.” Rozanov has a way of talking that makes it feel like he has more teeth than a normal person. How a shark has two rows so that a second always snags you, scrapes off the perfect amount to swallow you whole just when you think you’ve survived the first. “When am I not serious about you, Hollander?”

    or: Shane wants to see exactly how they fit together.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    "You got this…for me?" Shane's voice cracks a little.

    Ilya studies him properly for a moment. His skin is a washed-out grey under his freckles. Pain draws his mouth tight, and he can see the restlessness jumping under his skin. No, being benched is not going well for Shane Hollander. The sky is also blue.

    "I refuse to eat your boring snacks while we watch whatever boring movie is your favourite, Hollander," he says, and watches him melt a little with satisfaction.

    Set during ep4 montage
    Shane hurt his knee, so when Ilya goes over to check on him, they absolutely definitely shouldn't have any sex

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    04 Jun 2026

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    Eddie: I think your brother is flirting with me.

    Maddie: He has been doing that for years.

    Eddie: Oh.

    Maddie: What are your feelings about that?

    Eddie: Good. Great, even. Fantastic. Exhilarating.

    Maddie: Do you want to elaborate further than just descriptive words?

    Eddie: No thanks.

    Maddie: You’re two birds of a fucking feather.

    Or, a collection of messages between the 118 & co throughout the month of June post the season nine finale.

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    April 2016.
    No sex during the playoffs is hard enough when its just a superstition. When your favorite hookup is a stickler for the rules and you're entering Game Seven against him, it's plain cruel.
    Ilya thinks the loser deserves a consolation prize.
    Fortunately, Shane is willing to negotiate a bit on what counts as "sex."

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    “We need ground rules,” Shane says immediately. “You’re not fucking me.”
    “Okay. No fucking. Do you want to cum down my throat?”
    Shane
    blanches, which is a word Ilya learned first about asparagus and then about people, though he’s only ever experienced one of those first-hand before. “I don’t know,” he says after a minute. “Do you think that counts?”
    “Do I think blowjobs count as sex?”
    Shane makes a frustrated noise. “We haven’t fucked once in the last two weeks because of the superstition, and I’m going to the finals, and now I’m stuck thinking about whether blowjobs are sex and if makes a difference if I’m just
    doing the blowing. Happy?”

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    04 Jun 2026