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another first kiss by seventymilestobabylon (E | 5382 | Shane/Ilya)
"I wish you were my first time too," Ilya said.
Shane swallowed. It sounded loud, mlep mlep, gross. The problem with Ilya was that he talked all the time and said all kinds of things, and most of it didn't mean anything. But knowing that it didn't mean anything didn't stop it from hooking straight under Shane's ribcage and pulling taut. He said, trying to make it not sound like a big deal, or like some stupid porn thing, "You want me to take your virginity?"
big things happen every time we meet by throughadoor (E | 14574 | Shane/Ilya)
John's #1 Parlay of the Day @johnchukbetzone
I'll leave it to others to argue whether the relationship should even be permitted by the league. But vital information was concealed from bettors by failing to disclose when it started. Hollander & Rozanov may have allowed billions of dollars to be wagered under false pretenses.
storrowed by ilya @storrowed_by_ilya
I really should have known that the people with the absolute most deranged and late-stage capitalism reactions to the Rozanov/Hollander relationship would be online sports gamblers. You got me there. That one's on me.
Halfway through Shane and Ilya’s first season playing together in Ottawa, an online sports betting company figures out how to make itself the main character when it comes to social media’s new favorite topic.
Star Pupil by chaentics (E | 9006 | Luca/Shane, Luca/Ilya, Shane/Ilya haunting the narrative)
Years ago, Luca watched Hollander take to the ice, helmet off, hair sweat-slick and pushed back, face brimming with exhaustion, as he hoisted the Cup over his head. Now his fingers are skirting the elastic waistband of Luca’s pants, two hooking in so that his nails press against the sensitive skin of Luca’s groin, right by his pubes. The tiny space between his ribs and stomach twists sickly and needy at once. He wants Hollander to touch him so bad at that moment he can’t think of anything else. He wants Hollander’s fingers curling around his hips, his cock, his shoulders, so that the next time Luca sees that gif of Hollander’s victory lap in 2016, he can compare how he holds the Cup to how he maneuvers Luca’s body.
they always placed you for the leaving type by epigraphs (M | 10257 | Shane/Ilya)
Ilya’s not stupid. Ilya is a fucking hockey prodigy who talked circles around everyone on his team in Russia — some coaches included — with his ideas for strategy and different plays. But all the words from back then are useless to him here, and the words he has at his disposal now don’t do justice to a single thing he wants to say.
Ilya and the English language, through the years.
I'm Hurt, but I'm Pretty, Baby by anonymous (M | 2670 | Shane/Ilya)
Shane did a double-take at his boyfriend’s gray face. “You look awful.”
Ilya rolled his eyes. He leaned lightly against the newly closed door. He was moving more slowly than usual. “Wow, okay, romance is dead.”
fledgling by SNAKEHABITATTURNAROUND (E | 9279 | Shane/Ilya)
the cens win the cup. shane and ilya go to the cottage. red-tailed hawk juveniles are on the nest.
gulf winds by geniflux (M | 31888 | Shane/Ilya & Ilya's niece)
"I do not," Shane said, which was a lie. "And you should reflect on why you like to make your boyfriend upset so often."
"My boyfriend likes to be upset," Ilya said. He was leaning fully over into Shane's space now, his elbow on the center console bearing so much of his weight as he swayed, almost accidentally closer. He was giddy, childish, how had he forgotten how good it felt to be with Shane, just to be next to him and talk –
"Is there a rest stop coming up?" Natalya asked from the backseat, and Ilya didn't flinch, exactly, but it was a near thing. He'd almost forgotten she was there.
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