AnnaMaraya
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Cam and Jones make it to the showers, awake this time, on another night. They're caught. In some ways everything is over for Cam, and in some ways, everything is just starting.
Bobby Sullivan meanwhile, gets way more than he bargained for, but maybe not more than he can handle.
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Sometimes, Mark goes into work early. Just to have a moment alone.
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What if instead of walking in on Shane and Ilya making out, what if David came across Ilya alone at the Cottage?
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“I’m David. Hollander. Shane’s dad.”
Ilya genuinely couldn’t figure out what the fuck to do. He needed to send out an SOS, but he had set his phone down somewhere and had no idea if it was in the sunroom, bedroom, or bathroom, and wasn’t about to go dash around to hunt it down. And as hard as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t come up with a single plausible explanation for his presence in Shane’s summer home other than, “I’m in love with your son. We have been fucking since we were teenagers. We have a ten year plan.”
Instead, what he choked out was, “Sorry. No English.”
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30 Mar 2026
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The conversation ended much sooner than Ilya thought it would. He only got through half a cigarette, brooding in one of the porch chairs and trying not to panic. Plays often went wrong, but they knew how to adapt. He and Shane would get control of the ice again, one way or another.
Shane approached his chair from behind, sliding his arms around Ilya’s shoulders and dropping his chin to the top of his head.
He tried to remember how to breathe. “How did it go?”
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Ilya rocks his hips up. “No, Hollander. Keep up. I want to meet your dildo.” He enjoys enunciating the word. Tries to give it a bit of a whiny Canadian inflection. “You remember? You told me about him, back in Vegas.”
Hollander blushes beautifully and says, “That’s private.”
“Hollander. I know the taste of your ball skin.”
“That’s—Jesus, don’t say it like that. I can show you, but. Only if you promise not to be a dick.”
“Best behaviour,” Ilya promises. “Will say only nice things.”
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12 Feb 2026
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Time resumes. Hollander showers, and then Ilya showers. It’s all very civilised. And then they’re standing once again by Hollander’s no-sex-allowed dining table.
“We, uh. We don’t have to do that every time,” Hollander says. His shoulders are all hunched up. Probably having good sex is illegal in Canada and he’s feeling guilty.
Ilya says, “I liked it very much.” The words hang there, too sincere. He adds quickly, “I will think of it, next time I am lonely in some hotel room.”
Hollander’s expression communicates very clearly his doubt as to whether Ilya spends much time lonely in hotel rooms. “Great,” he says, with a face like a squash-faced cat. Anyone would feel fond, looking at him. It can’t mean anything: so it doesn’t.
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After the clip of Ilya and Shane kissing is leaked, Scott Hunter gives Ilya a call.
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27 Jun 2026
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To say that Ilya regretted having jerked off to photos of Scott Hunter as a teenager would be an understatement. Not that Hunter wasn’t attractive-- he was. And at that point he had been good at hockey, too. Ilya had had… not a crush, that would be overstating it, but suffice to say he would notice whenever Hunter was onscreen. And then, yeah, he jerked off about it. Once or twice or a dozen times, whatever.
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“Adventurous,” Ilya said, smiling sharply.
“Shut up.”
“This is unlike you.”
“Shut up.”
Ilya did, pulling open the sealed cardboard slots instead and upturning the box over his palm, not all that careful considering its contents were glass, letting the bottle fall into his hand.
“Shit, Rozanov,” Shane said, exasperated. “I was going to return it.”
“Oh, no, you will go broke now?" Ilya popped the cap off the perfume and sprayed it at Shane.Shane Hollander finds a hobby.
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I think it’s hot, don’t you?
Shane thought it was so hot he jerked off about it, probably the smallest window of time thus far between getting fucked by Ilya and masturbating.
Shane thought it was hot but he didn’t know if he wanted Ilya to. He didn’t sleep much that night. Ilya had called his perfume pretty even though it sort of wasn’t, and he’d finally named that glaring connection between wearing perfume and being a girl. Shane wondered if that was all Ilya thought about when he thought about it, if that was why he was into it, because it made Shane seem like a girl. It wasn’t like he cared about how things smelled the way Shane did.
Shane knew he was obviously a lot different to the women Ilya fucked, but sometimes he wondered if he was different to whatever other men there were too. If those men were skinnier and softer the way non-athletes usually were, feminine the way gay men could be. Maybe they waxed, maybe they smelled sweet like girls. Maybe even when he was fucking guys that was what Ilya liked.
Shane couldn’t say he didn’t like Ilya calling him pretty, and that text had made him hard with almost sickening speed, but more so at the thought of people being able to smell Shane on Ilya than people thinking Shane was a girl. That wasn’t what the perfume was about for him. He hated that it had anything to do with gender at all, he wished it could just be a hobby, like chess or pottery. He felt incredibly bitter that cologne wasn’t the one that lasted longer, because then he could just be into cologne, which surely wouldn’t be that much weirder than the man-approved interests of collecting watches or sneakers. He didn’t see himself as all that feminine and he didn’t feel any desire to be. That he was into perfume felt largely disconnected from anything else about him, and deeply unfair. He already liked getting fucked – surely that should be his lot in life. Two millstones around the neck of his masculinity seemed excessive.
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Ilya is a young man in America. Here he is in the off hours.
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