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    Tampa doesn’t happen, and Shane and Rose get engaged. Two months later, the Hollander-Rozanov sex tape hits Twitter.

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    “Look,” Shane began, hitting the edge of the basin with the flat of his palm. “I don’t know if I did something to piss you off, or…or what, but you’re being fucking weird. The phonecall? And this? What is this?”

    Before he’d even really processed Shane’s words, Ilya was standing directly in front of him, grabbing his lapels, pulling him closer. Then his shoulders sagged and their foreheads met. Ilya could feel Shane shift, moving away, but Ilya kept him still. It felt so good just to have Shane near again. “You would not believe me,” Ilya murmured.

    Shane let his shoulders slump in acquiescence. He gave a little shrug. “I’m already having a tough time believing that you’re acting like this.” He laughed weakly, and Ilya envisioned what it would be like to tilt his head just slightly and press his lips to Shane’s. Would he reciprocate? Pull away? The latter. The latter. Obviously.

    Or, after Ilya takes the girl from the club in Montreal back to his hotel room, he falls asleep wishing that he and Shane had never been anything at all, and wakes up to a world in which that’s true.

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    “Um, Jackie said I should fuck Shane,” Hayden blurted out. He dropped his fork. “Uh, shit, that came out wrong. Jackie said I’m, uh…in love with him?” He wasn’t really talking to either Shane or Ilya, just staring at the space between them. “Or, um…”

    Ilya stared at Hayden for a few moments before laughing so hard and so loud that he let go of Shane’s thigh and grabbed the edge of the table. Shane whipped around to half-glare at him.

    “I’m not joking!” Hayden said, his voice pitching up. “Roz, fuck—shut up, dude!”

    Or, Hayden Pike's decade-old hallpass list comes in handy. On two fronts.

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    “What do we do?” Shane mumbled, the words spoken into his lap, “They’ll terminate my contract, they won’t let me play again,”

    Regardless of what he said, the footage remained, living behind his eyes— a relentless, looping image that haunted his peripheral vision. It haunted him like a bad replay on arena screens; blown up, pixelated, and stripped of all context.

    The original, quiet intimacy was gone, replaced by a voyeuristic nightmare, where every single frame flattened something sacred into something cheap and consumable.

    ─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───

    What if Shane hadn't been seriously hurt in that game against Boston and Ilya had ended things? What if 3 years later, Vegas footage was leaked?

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