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    Three months, measured in empty bottles of sunscreen and beer, chunks of worn-down board wax, tan lines and freckles.

    Ilya and Shane meet on the waves.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    "would it be inappropriate to say i think your hands look really sexy like this?"

    ilya raised his eyebrows, turning to see shane going slightly pink at his own admission. well, that was interesting. he reached up, brushing the backs of his bruised knuckles over shane's lips teasingly, and watched as shane licked his lips as he pulled them away. 

    "you like this?" he asked, smirking.

    "well, i kinda had a thing for your hands anyway," shane admitted, shrugging slightly, "but, yeah, i don't know. it's hot." 

    "noted."

    or: shane has a thing for ilya's hands

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    30 Jun 2026

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    Who.

    Who taught Shane about this.

    Ilya is going to kill someone, and then himself. Not Shane. Never Shane. But he is going to have to kill someone with his bare hands.

    Or: Shane invents advanced blowjob positions with his own beautiful freaky mind, thereby unintentionally turning Ilya into a danger to himself and others.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    Shane bites his lip. “So what, uh, what are you wearing?”

    A never-ending beat of silence. Then: “What?”

    Shane facepalms. And then keeps his face hidden in his palm. The only reason he doesn’t press the phone against his chest so he could groan loudly is that he knows Rozanov would hear his heartbeat too clearly. He’s about to have a heart attack. Not that Shane is freaking out, but he is literally going to go outside to dig his grave with his own two hands.

    “Never mind,” he rushes to say, muffled against his hand, and he hangs up.

    Jesus fucking Christ.

    or: Shane can't stop thinking about being bad at sexting and figures out that maybe, just maybe, he's better at phone sex. The only way to figure it out is to try.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    Shane’s almost got it. The puck is right there.

    But so is Ilya.

    The way Shane crashes them both into the boards reverberates like thunder.

    Shane's got some disgustingly romantic plans for their first Valentine's Day as boyfriends, but when do things ever go to plan?

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    26 Jun 2026