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    Ilya has two problems.

    The first is that his best friend is freshly single and needs to get laid. The second is that Ilya is having some...weird feelings about it.

    These are completely platonic and heterosexual concerns for his friend, of course.

    (or a college au featuring shane and ilya as best friends, and shane as ilya's bisexual awakening)

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    20 Jul 2026

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    Ilya remembered what Galina had told him at their last session, to try and let the desire exist without shame.

    This was the first time he gave himself permission to do that, and it felt so fucking right, and so fucking good. He wanted to put his mouth on Shane's mouth. He wanted to feel the stubble under his palm. He wanted to know what deep sounds Shane would make. He desired it so badly his heart ached with it, and instead of pushing the feeling away or burying it or twisting it into something acceptable, he let it sit unguarded. This is what it could be.

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    That thought settles into his brain dangerously. Ilya’s been with everyone. Girls. Guys. Others. What's another person on the list?

    If Shane wants experience…

    If he wants to stop feeling behind…

    Why not Ilya?

    Yes, he was a complete asshole that Shane wished he could choke to death sometimes and his brother's childhood bestfriend, but it wouldn’t mean anything. It's for the experience, the education of it all.

    For hockey.

    Obviously.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov has always been Shane Hollander’s older brother’s best friend. He was never supposed to become Shane’s first everything.

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    19 Jul 2026

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    “I was making you scream hours ago,” Ilya continues quietly. “And now you want to act like a brat?”

    Shane’s eyes widen slightly at the reminder.

    “Tell me something,” Ilya says, his voice impossibly low. His fingers slide up to Shane’s chin, forcing him to look directly at him. “Did Mr. Actor make you feel good? Did he make you feel like you did earlier today?”

    Shane doesn’t answer. His eyes look glossy now, dazed and uncertain. It hurts Ilya to look at them.

    “He cannot,” Ilya says softly. “Only I can. Yes?”

    Shane swallows, then he whispers, “Yes.”

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    Shane is traded to Boston during the hookup era, and his attempts to act normal and professional around Rozanov are a little too successful: fans start shipping him with Marleau, instead.

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    19 Jul 2026

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    “Look, I’m fine with it, if you hook up with other people, okay? I am. But I just…I was drunk, and feeling fucking sorry for myself. Because, like, you’re you, and everyone wants you, and you want everyone, and you get to have them, and that’s probably really nice for you, or whatever. But I’m not like you. I’m gay, and I’m still, like, terrified of people figuring that out, I guess, even though I know it’s going to come out soon. It has to, with the way Drapeau and Comeau and whoever else are spreading those rumors in the league. Someone’s going to make a big thing of it, and then everyone’s going to know that I’m gay, and then I’m probably going to have to start being really fucking careful about hanging out with any of you guys outside the rink, because I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, and it’s going to be like fucking Montreal all over again, where everyone just puts me to the side, because I’m the idiot gay guy who opened a picture from a regular dick pic sender in the locker room because I’m so fucking gone on you that I always open your texts the second I get them, even though half the time it’s a fucking dick pic. And it’s my fault. I…not the gay thing, probably. But it’s my fault for giving in to it, and needing it, and wanting it so bad, and being so fucking desperate for it. I don’t know. And it’s my fault for fucking up with Montreal, and it’s going to be my fault when I fuck up again, because I can’t, just, like, fucking stop. Because I’m not ever going to be normal, and I’m not ever going to like a girl. I mean, I could try. I don’t think I would be very good at it. I would just make us both miserable. It’s just you. Fuck. I mean, maybe there could be someone else. I don’t know. But I don’t…”

    “I love you,” Rozanov blurts.

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    Ilya sits down carefully and takes Shane’s hand. “I am going to ask you something, and I want you to try not to freak out, okay? Take a breath, think about it.”
    That sounds… serious.
    “The Centaurs are having a barbeque,” Ilya says. “I would like to go, and I would like you to come with me.”

    Shane meets the Centaurs. As Ilya's close personal friend slash charity partner from Canada.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    Shane glances over to where Ilya is now sitting fully on the floor so he can rub Chiron’s belly while Harris laughs. He’s holding onto Anya’s collar with his free hand, not in a way that would be obvious to anyone else but Shane can tell he’s holding her back from coming to greet him.

    It hurts, in a way he hadn’t expected. He knows Anya belongs to Ilya more than him. Ilya adopted her, her main home is in Ottawa, Shane didn’t even want a dog.

    But like… that’s his dog.

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    "He saw the corners of Ilya's lips curve up ever so slightly in that infuriating, tiny hint of a smile. “Goodbye, Shane Hollander.”

    Shane could only ogle as Ilya walked away. Fuck. His ass was fat. This was so bad.

    Shane Hollander, star athlete, D1 hockey team captain, campus heartthrob, was being completely undone by a brooding Slavic art major that he would probably crawl on his fucking knees and bark for."

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    Shane is ready for another boring semester where he has to pretend like he cares about anything other than hockey. Until he sits down next to a mysterious Russian art student who also happens to be the hottest guy Shane has ever seen.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    “I cannot join you tonight. But you will not let anyone else put their arm around you, yes?”

    Shane felt himself nod, but he wasn't sure that he actually was in control of his movements anymore. Ilya gave his jaw a light squeeze.

    “Good boy. Goodnight, Shane.”

    Shane didn't return to his body until Ilya was shrinking into the distance, being swallowed by the dark.