Hellowellyourenotwrong



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    After winning his third cup, Shane deeply regrets not having Ilya come down on the ice with him. Instead, he has Ilya come out to the club afterward for a very public hard launch.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    “Why are you acting like a jealous ex?”

    Shane choked on nothing, his eyes going wide in horror as Ilya cut his gaze away, jaw clenched.

    “Oh my god, you are a jealous ex,” Rose breathed.

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    Rose, Miles, Shane, and Ilya never make it to the club. Instead, they bump into each other outside the rink after the game. Shane and Ilya are very obvious. Rose helps them sort things out.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    “Well, I guess you got what you wanted from me already,” Hollander continued. “Whatever. Fuck you.”

    “Wait, no, Hollander.” Ilya turned, throwing an arm into Hollander’s path. “That’s not—”

    “No, it’s fine. Stupid of me to expect anything else.” Hollander shook his head, gaze downcast, the barest hint of angry pink tinging his freckled cheeks. “Thanks for making it good, at least.”

    It. His first time.

    Ilya was the worst sort of asshole.

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    In Sochi, Shane isn’t shy about calling out Ilya for ghosting after getting what he wanted. Once they’re safely away from Russia, Ilya forces himself to be honest with Shane about what that first time meant.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    Post-cottage, Shane and Ilya quickly discover that hiding sucks, so they launch their friendship via a series of chaotic Instagram Lives. It predictably spirals out of control.

    Ch 1: Friends!
    Ch 2: …Uh, friends?
    Ch 3: Definitely not friends.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    Ilya was content to watch Shane lose himself to pleasure, but as the Canadian shifted slightly on his knees, the tip of his engorged cock grazed the comforter. He threw his head back, his surprised cry turning into a helpless, drawn out, groan. The hand plunging silicone into his hole stilled as he gulped for breath and gathered himself. Shane rearranged himself, and as he did, he settled his heated cheek against a pillow and his face turned towards the door. Towards Ilya. His eyes were shut, but as his arm began to flex again and the symphony of wet slapping resumed, the Canadian’s eyes fluttered in ecstasy, before opening and locking with Ilya’s.

    Oh Fuck.

    The very second their eyes locked, Shane bolted upright, an overstuffed pillow clutched to his chest and a panicked yelp tearing from his throat.

    “Shush darling, it’s just me.” Ilya rushed to calm Shane down, like a spooked horse in a thunderstorm. His hands were stretched out in front of him, desperate to touch.

    “Surprise.” Ilya winked.

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    Ilya comes home early and finds his husband pleasuring himself. He lends a hand. Or tongue ;)

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    25 Jun 2026