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For the rest of his life, Shane Hollander would have to live with the fact that he had ended his NHL draft day by getting himself off to thoughts of Ilya Rozanov.
so instead he threw his head back against the wall like the eager slut he apparently was.
“Get the puck to the net, take shots, stay out of the penalty box...” Score more goals than the other team before the game ends.
February 2014—Sochi, Russia “Shane Hollanderrrrrrrr!”
“—show me. How do you touch yourself, Shane Hollander?”
“What do you need, Hollander?” “You. Fuck me. Please.”
“I got, um, ginger ale. You like that shit, right?”
“and on top of everything, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do about it.”
“I am not alone,” Ilya said. “You are here now, yes?” Shane’s hand flew to his chest to make sure his heart was still beating; he could have sworn it had just melted into a gooey puddle.
He’s never going to be your boyfriend, Shane. Oh god. That was what Shane wanted, wasn’t it?
He didn’t just want to be Ilya’s dirty secret. He didn’t want their relationship to be nothing but sex. He wanted to comfort Ilya when he was sad, and talk to him on the phone, and snuggle together on the couch and watch movies.
“I’m fucked,” he murmured in Russian. “I am so fucking in love and it’s horrible.”
Shane kissed the tips of two fingers and reached out and touched them to the screen. And Ilya’s heart fucking stopped.
“I would stay here forever if I could”
Ilya couldn’t believe what he had been reduced to. He was...infatuated. It was disgusting.
“Mine.” Ilya’s breath tickled Shane’s skin when he spoke the single word. “Yours,” Shane said dreamily. “All of this. For two weeks. Is mine.” Forever, Shane wanted to say. Forever if you ask.
Ilya thrust faster, keeping his eyes on Shane’s dick, and then Shane erupted. He screamed and arched and watched with Ilya as his dick coated his stomach and chest. “Shane...” It was the only word Ilya managed to grit out before he stilled and came inside him.
“I love you.” Shane froze. And then Ilya froze. “Holy shit,” Shane whispered. It wasn’t how he had meant to respond. “I...” Ilya’s eyes were so wide and so scared. “I love you too,” Shane said.
Ilya loved these rare moments that Shane was able to get out of his head and just let go. He loved that he could make Shane do that.
He loved Shane. God, he loved Shane.
“I have been with lots of women. That was not...fake. But...” He looked at Shane, and Shane held his breath. “I have only been in love with one person.”
Shane swallowed down the urge to cry, and said, “Me too. Just one.”
“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.
He wanted to tell Shane that the closest he felt to home was when he was with him.
He wanted to anchor himself to Shane and just...stay.
“No threesomes!” Shane said. “That’s my hard rule.”
