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    “Uh,” he says, looking up from his screen and feeling his ears go hot, realizing for the first time that this habit of his hasn’t actually come up before until this exact moment.

    “What?” Rozanov asks, sounding more amused than anything else. “You are one of the people who does Instagram for food now?”

    “No,” Shane says, stalling between answering and finishing his Snap so he can send it to Melissa, “one sec.” He finishes typing out 'Tuna melt. Chips. Pickles. It smells really good. Swiss cheese, I think.' before he looks back to Rozanov, putting his phone facedown on the coffee table. “Just sending it to someone on the staff. She likes knowing what I’m eating.”

    He doesn’t know if Melissa likes knowing what he’s eating, per se, but she also seems pleased when he talks about enjoying food for things beyond how many grams of protein it has in it.

    “Ah,” Rozanov says, in a tone Shane can’t quite read. “You always send her your food then, this girl?”

    (shane has a habit of sending his team's dietician his meals for approval) (the problem with this habit? he forgets to tell ilya exactly what it is that melissa does) (how the tuna meltdown is AVERTED through the power of miscommunication)

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    30 Jun 2026

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    "Shane Hollander," he said. "We are lying in the very comfortable bed you bought for me to fuck you in, in the very weird condo you bought, also for me to fuck you in."

    "It's an investment," Shane grumbled.

    "And I have just fucked you, I think, very well," Rozanov continued. "At least I do not remember any complaints."

    He swung his body easily across the bed, pinning Shane in place.

    "No complaints," Shane huffed, almost a laugh. "No complaints here."

    "So why the fuck," Rozanov said into the soft skin beneath Shane's ear, "are you asking me about other men?"

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    Or: Shane thinks what he needs to do is fuck another man. Just to see. Just to know. Just to test if it's only Rozanov who can make him feel this way.

    But he has no idea how to go about fucking a stranger without it immediately becoming a story in the tabloids.

    And he can think of only one person to ask for advice. So, in a post-coital haze, he makes the obvious move: he asks Ilya Rozanov, his extremely casual fuckbuddy, for advice on how to pick up other men.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    “I am sorry,” he says. “I am not trying to fight. I just don’t like the idea of you not being okay and me not knowing, even when I am in the same place as you.”

    That Shane can understand. He wouldn’t like it if their positions were reversed, after all, if he thought Ilya was potentially in danger and he was in the next room over drinking champagne and making smalltalk. He sees Ilya go somewhere in his head sometimes, sees him retreat inwards, sees him check out even if his body is still there, going so deep inside that he doesn’t even catch Shane’s eye for a bit even when something funny happens, too far away for Shane to reach him.

    But it’s also not like he can just go up and grab Ilya by the arm and pull him away from the party, not without inviting speculation and a whisper storm. He doesn’t have that right, doesn’t have that privilege, to potentially need Ilya or be needed by Ilya and be able to just pull him away.

    It’s moments like these that Shane feels the weight of their secret like a physical thing.

    (5 times shane and ilya couldn't be openly together and 1 time they could)

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    25 Jun 2026

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    Tommy stares down into his coffee cup. He doesn’t have a problem with two guys kissing—obviously, he wouldn’t have agreed to this billet arrangement if he did—and he’s not surprised to see Shane and Ilya doing it—like everyone else with even a passing interest in hockey, he saw the FanMail—but, well, he’s maybe a little surprised to see that what they were doing in the FanMail was, apparently, just a casual kiss for them. Judging by this, anyway.

    When Shane and Ilya agree to become billet parents, they resolve to keep their (admittedly intense) sex life carefully confined to the bedroom, and out of earshot.

    They do an okay job of that. All the other parts of taking in a rookie? They do even better.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    “Ilya,” Hollander breathes, which—Ilya isn’t sure Hollander has ever called him by his first name. Surely he has sometime in seven years of acquaintance? But the sound of it is novel, unfamiliar. 

    And far from unpleasant. 

    Then Hollander says, “Baby,” and Ilya knows for certain that he’s never called Ilya that, because it takes the air right out of Ilya’s lungs and makes his guts twist and fuck, he would have remembered if Hollander had ever called him that. Especially in that reverent tone. 

    It’s nice. 

    Ilya doesn't remember being married to Shane Hollander. Probably, he should tell someone.

    He decides not to.

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    24 Jun 2026