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Rozanov stopped talking, but he managed to find an even more effective way of getting under Hollander’s skin: he winked. And then he won the face-off.
Rozanov was a stunning man. Light brown curls that were always a mess fell into his playful hazel eyes and over his dark, thick eyebrows. His strong jaw and cleft chin were covered in stubble. His smile was lopsided and lazy, and his teeth were unnaturally white due to most of them not being real. His nose was crooked, having been broken more than a few times, but the fucking thing only made him look more rugged. And for a Russian living in Boston, his skin was a lot more golden than it had any right to be.
“Was it me tonight?” “Was what you?” “Distracting you. On the ice tonight.” It took Shane a moment to realize what he was suggesting. “Fuck. You.” Rozanov’s smile spread. “Couldn’t play at all, thinking about my dick, right?” “Good night, Rozanov.”
Shane Hollander. He had a very distinct look. Some of his features were clearly from his mother—jet-black hair and very dark eyes—but his father was of some bland, Anglo-European heritage. His skin, however, was flawless. Distractingly so. Smooth and tan with—and this was his most striking feature—a smattering of dark freckles across his nose and cheekbones.
Rozanov had turned eighteen too. Just last week. Which Shane knew because he was obsessed with him.
😂
Ilya had more important things to think about than freckles and polite Canadian boys.
“Just fooling around. Not serious. Was...what is it?” “Curious?” Rozanov smiled. “Yes. Curious. And you make me curious.”
hayley kiyoko entered the chat
Where would we?” “Are you homeless?” “No.” “Well then...”
lmao
“Is okay. I will tell you if pilot says we are crashing.” The joke was a risk, but it paid off. Price snorted and took the headphones. “Thanks.”
lol
And Shane left. He realized, when he was back in his room, that they hadn’t even kissed. He also realized, with horror, that he regretted that.
A Philadelphia defenseman skated by the bench when the play had stopped. “Keep it up and see what happens, Rozanov,” he threatened. “I know what will happen. My team will win.” “Suck my dick, Rozanov.” Be the best blow job of your life, sweetheart. Ilya winked at him. “Faggot,” the other player grumbled. Ilya shrugged. It was half true.
😂😂
“How’d it go?” Hayden asked, grinning sleepily. “You in love?” “No!” No! Jesus. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
haha
Besides. It wasn’t like Shane had anything better to do. Nothing besides watching the end of a Boston hockey game on television and quietly panicking about the freshly unearthed feelings he was harboring for Ilya Rozanov. He could definitely use a distraction.
Is Rose Landry dating NHL star Shane Hollander? “No,” was Ilya’s immediate reaction. He hoped it sounded more dismissive to his teammates than shocked.
Shane liked Rose Landry. He did.
yeah as a friend
“Do you like...kissing me?” “Sure.” She laughed. “Wow.”
LOL
Shane was nervous. After six and a half seasons, he was used to his fucked-up arrangement with Rozanov, but something felt different now.
Ilya stabbed the call button. There was only one ring before, “Holy shit, Ilya! Can you belie—” “I’m coming to the cottage.”
ahhh
“What the fuck are you driving, Hollander?” “A Jeep Cherokee.” Ilya snorted. “What? It’s practical!”
lol
They both knew this was a point of no return. More so even than the first time they had kissed, or fucked. This was a new frontier, a new level of intimacy.
“I will try,” he said instead. “Will you?” Shane asked skeptically. “Yes! I will do anything if it will make you touch my dick right now!”
lmao
“Tell me about this problem.” “Is so annoying.” Ilya sighed, and Shane could see him fighting a grin. “Always I am with beautiful women. Wonderful women. Everywhere.” “Sounds rough.” “Yes. Listen. These women, they are so sexy and fun, but is no matter. I cannot stop thinking about this short fucking hockey player with these stupid freckles and a weak backhand.”
😂
They both saw Shane’s dad standing inside the house, staring, frozen, at where they were wrapped up in each other on the deck.
Ilya was wearing a Boston Bears T-shirt. Shane made a face. “That’s not going to help.” “Oh, do they not know I play for Boston?” Shane rolled his eyes. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”
hahaha
“Since their rookie season,” Shane heard his mother say. “I can’t believe it.” “Looking at them now, I kind of can,” his father said.
“Hi, Hayden,” Ilya said, grinning. “I still don’t like you, Rozanov,” Hayden said. “Oh no!” Ilya mocked him. “How can I impress Montreal’s fifteenth best player?”
haha
