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    They toe off their shoes in the entryway and Shane looks around, pulling in a deep breath and letting it go. Two hours ago, his dad had walked in on him and Ilya and Shane had thought the world was ending. Now, the world seems bigger and more plausible than ever, like a smooth, fresh field of ice, stretching all the way to the horizon, just waiting for his skates to mark it up. He turns, and there is Ilya, hands in his pockets, watching Shane with a look of lazy contentment on his face as if he feels it, too.

    OR: Two weeks at the cottage.

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    Gilded Era, New York City.

    In a city divided by wealth and poverty, a railroad heir from the Upper East Side and a dockworker from the Lower East Side meet by chance, and build something fragile and fierce, until they are to choose between duty and desire.

    When the stakes grow too great, they must decide whether to follow the lives laid out for them, or carve out one of their own.

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    Shane Hollander spends twenty years learning to survive masculinity. This is the record of what it takes from him.
    Three parts, covering minor hockey through the outing: the system, the performance, the collapse. And Ilya Rozanov, who was there through all of it.

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    He moved to swing his legs out from under the blankets, only to feel one of them get snagged on something: Ilya’s ankle was wrapped around his own, knee pressing into Shane’s thigh. When he tried to wriggle it free, his boyfriend resisted and pulled his leg in closer. A taut arm reached out and sleepily tugged Shane back down onto the mattress. He gave in easily.

    “I thought you were asleep.” Shane whispered, tersely.

    He felt a small stab of irritation too. Once again, Ilya had gotten in the way of his workout routine and — even though he wasn’t doing it on purpose — it was hard not to be frustrated about it. Shane needed this. The only way he had been able to soothe his racing thoughts about flunking out of the NHL next season was by reminding himself of his plan to work out early in the morning. Now, his anxiety soared, but it felt like annoyance. Why didn’t Ilya understand that he needed to stay in shape? Didn’t he see how hard Shane had to work to keep up with everyone else?

    “I woke up.” Ilya’s voice was husky with sleep, “Come back to bed, moya lyubov.”

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    Five times Shane Hollander should've asked for help.

    And one time he actually did.

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