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“Is Boston nice?” “Sure. Yeah. I’ve only been there a couple of times, but it’s a good town.”
liar
Kingston
wish it were kingston pa
So, yeah, he’d been hooking up with girls. Plenty of girls. Like, at least two girls.
Fuck. This was really gay.
took it very seriously, but he was here, dammit. He was a rookie and he was an NHL All-Star.
i only know a bit of hockey but this book really exaggerates things
sixty-seven
i cant escape it
Carter Vaughan
pre carter hart era
Ilya had a man pinned under the weight of his body. The man was big, almost as tall as Ilya, and pressing back against him aggressively. Ilya wedged a knee between the man’s thighs, holding him firmly in place. “Fuck off, asshole,” the man growled. Ilya leaned on him harder. “All right, let him go, Rozanov,” the referee said. “I’ll call holding if you don’t back off right now.”
I’m Emma.” “I’m Jessica.” “Nice to meet you, Emma and Jessica.”
"quick i need the most basic girls name for these random characters"
“Those assholes,” Hayden grumbled. “They’re fans, Hayden.” “They didn’t even recognize me!”
“Do you like tuna melts?”
ew
She leaned back in her chair. “Are there, like, gay hockey players?” she asked. “I mean, obviously, yes, there are, right? But are there any openly gay hockey players?”
bitch she knows
“The last time my dick was in your mouth, I thought you might be a little gay,”
New York Admirals
not even trying to change the names
Shane stood up, mumbled a hasty reason for leaving to Hayden, and went out to the stairwell.
he totally knows
That admission would have been embarrassing enough, but Ilya had also slipped in an “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.”
“We should get married,” Ilya said. “What?”
“Why don’t you get on the bed?” he suggested. “So much for small talk, I guess.” “And take your shirt off.” “Bossy.”
He was in the corner with him now, battling for the puck, and this was his favorite part of any game.
if they dont have an on ice fist fight ill riot
“Haven’t you ever wanted more time?”
Scott fucking Hunter was kissing a man.
SLAY
full on the fucking mouth. It looked like tongues were involved. Ilya’s phone buzzed. Jane: Holy shit. Jane: Are you seeing this? Jane: What the fuck?!!!? Is that his boyfriend???!!!!!
no its his brother?? tf kinda question
Fucking your biggest rival over the course of your entire NHL career was something that no one would understand.
They would find out that their son was gay and their son was being gay with Ilya Rozanov.
how on earth was Hayden not noticing this?
he definitely is dumbass
They both heard a noise. They both whipped their heads around. They both saw Shane’s dad standing inside the house, staring, frozen, at where they were wrapped up in each other on the deck. For a moment, no one moved. No one made a sound. Everyone. Just. Stared.
He stood there for a few minutes, wearing nothing but the wet shorts that he had very recently ejaculated into and a look of pure panic.
“You didn’t ever...” His mom sounded suddenly horrified. “You didn’t ever let him win, did you, Shane?”
“Oh, wow,” Shane said. “That is strong. I might need some cranberry juice or something.”
me
“Yes. Of course. And I will get on one knee—” “Ilya—” “And I will say, ‘Shane Hollander, will you please marry me so I can become Canadian citizen faster?’”
“He tripped me! Hey, what the fuck, ref! That was tripping!” Shane glared up at the ref, and then at Ilya, who was looming over him in his Ottawa jersey. “You fell,” Ilya said. “I didn’t fall. It was tripping.” “Yes. Was you tripping over your own skates.” “Get fucked, Rozanov.” Ilya’s lips quirked up. “Was planning on it.”
Someone grabbed Shane’s arm and pulled him away. “All right, keep it in your pants, you two. Jesus.” “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?” “Shane, I’m gonna punch him.” “Don’t.” “I’m gonna punch him.”
“Jesus.” Ilya turned his head to see Hayden standing just inside the door with his hand over his eyes. “I’m still not used to that. You guys know this is, like, a public bathroom, right?”
“Who do you think you are kidding here? You obviously aren’t, y’know, gay.” “You have not heard of bisexuals?”
