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  1. Public Bookmark 32

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    He wants to tell Rozanov to get overhimself, shut up and fuck off. In that order. What he does say is, “I—I want to, uh…to try something.”

    “Tell me,” Rozanov says, drawing back a little. His hands are back on Shane’s body and he slips his fingers under the hem of his shirt to draw his fingertips over Shane’s abs.

    Shane takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I want to suck you off upside down.”

    Shane braces his palms on the counter top of the kitchen island Rozanov has trapped him against and hoists himself up, then spins and lies down on his back, shuffling a little until he feels the edge of the counter hit the back of his neck. He looks up at Rozanov towering over him like this, and the zing of arousal that zips through him is so strong it makes his skin tingle and heat pour through his veins, pooling between his legs.

    OR; Shane sees porn that he wants to try with Rozanov.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    “No, no. Answer. Tell me. How’s it feel to be a fucking winner, and then to bend over and take my cock? You feel like a winner, Hollander? Do you feel like a winner now?” Ilya hisses. He’s being cruel. There is no choice, he just is, no matter how much he hates it. It doesn’t help anything. He can’t stop it.

    “Yes,” Shane hisses. “Fuck, yes. I’m a fucking winner,” he gasps.

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    Ilya takes Sasha up on his offer to do cocaine during the 2014 Sochi Olympics, and then he fucks Shane instead of dealing with his feelings.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    The Boston Raiders disappear from the afterparty one at a time. Rozanov never made it in the first place.

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    Ilya goes into rut at a charity scrimmage, and Shane has to figure out how to get him somewhere with a bed and plenty of extra sheets without drawing too many eyes. Even Shane himself tries to scrutinize the situation as little as possible, watching it in shadows and mirrors like Ilya's going to turn him to stone if Shane confronts the very real and very precarious position he's gotten himself into.

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    02 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 98

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    Shane claws at the sheets, drunk on the image of Ilya pounding into him relentlessly.

    Tell me how it feels, Hollander.

    “Feels so good, don’t stop,” Shane whines emphatically, cheek shoved flat against the bed.

    He’s so fucking close, right on the precipice of release. He feels a familiar trembling in his thighs, a spark igniting at the base of his spine. He speeds up even more, rutting against the damp pillow as his orgasm approaches.

    “Ilya, fuck, I’m close, I need -”

    “What do you need, Hollander?”

    Shane’s eyes fly open and his movements screech to a halt, body shooting upright and moving off of the pillow as if it’s burned him. He stares in wide-eyed horror as Ilya smirks at him from the doorway.

    Fuck.

    Shane and Ilya are friends and roommates. When Ilya stumbles upon Shane during some “alone time”, he decides to stick around.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    “I’m sorry, Dr. Rozanov,” Shane says.

    “You said that before, when you questioned me. Was that apology a lie?” he asks. Then, he adds, his voice a little lower, “Should I start to think of you as a liar, Mr. Hollander?”

    Again, Shane shakes his head and feels like a stupid little doll for how often he’s doing it. “No, no, I’m sorry. I swear. I’m just nervous.”

    Dr. Rozanov hums. “I have a feeling you spend a lot of your time provoking men, Mr. Hollander,” he notes neutrally.

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    30 Jun 2026