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    “Tilt down,” Ilya ordered, soft but firm, and Shane obeyed, lowering his eyes to the grass as Ilya trimmed the nape of his neck. His hair clippings fell to the soft grass beneath his feet. Feeling Ilya’s intent grip, the way he guided him into position, tilting him to where he needed, making smooth passes and going back over and over the same tracks to make sure he didn’t miss any spots, Shane couldn’t help but feel like a thing. A treasured thing, a prized possession, something lovingly maintained. At some point he let his eyes slip closed, relaxing into Ilya’s hands, slumping down and letting himself be made small, feel owned, warmed by the glow of Ilya’s careful attention.

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    26 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    Shane fixed his gaze down the side of the house, though he couldn’t see Ilya from this far away. Your husband. Him to me. Scott Hunter standing in his yard calling Ilya his husband. Black waves at the edges of his vision.

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    26 Jul 2026

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    Shane grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer next to him and dipped it into the sauce, turning to face Ilya with his hand cupped underneath it to catch the drips. As he moved around the island, Ilya’s pulse picked up again and his brain smashed together a montage of nights like this from some imagined future. Shane cooking for him in their kitchen, offering his creation up for Ilya’s judgement. Maybe there would be a nice playlist on. Maybe the pasta would be actual pasta, not chickpea. Maybe they’d be cooking for more than just the two of them. Christ.

    Balancing on the cusp of a something new, Ilya boards a flight to Shane's cottage for two weeks.

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    26 Jul 2026

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    “If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?” Quickly, Ilya adds, “Don’t say that you want to know if you win the Cup.”

    “Why not? What if that’s my answer?”

    “Is so boring, Hollander. Of course you want to know this. But Ilya Rozanov and Boston Raiders exist in this world, so crystal ball says, so sad, but no.”

    “Fuck off. What are these questions even for, anyway? Are you interviewing me for something? Wouldn’t you have to, like, tell me if you were?”

    Ilya is quick to assure Hollander before his paranoia takes him right out of this phone call. “It is not for interview, Hollander. I am just wondering. Answer the question.”

    “And I can’t say that I would want to know whether I win the Cup.”

    “Yes, other than that.”

    “I guess… I guess I would want to know, like, am I happy?”

     


     
    Ilya reads an article about 36 questions that are supposed to make people fall in love. He decides to ask them to Shane.

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    25 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 25

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    An angel. Shane's stomach flipped (or did it drop?) at such a tender comparison. On nights like these where everything was fast and Rozanov played rough with him, he half-expected something filthy, "whore", maybe, "slut," sharp Russian consonants that stung as deliciously as a slap to the meat of his cheek. Shane glowed, molten. With Rozanov's seed painting his red cheeks, he had seldom felt so debauched, and yet the man above him called him an angel.

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    what's a guy gotta do to get a text back? jerk off about it?

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    24 Jul 2026