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    “So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?” 

    “Yeah.” 

    Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.” 

    Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?” 

    Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?” 

    Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?” 

    Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.” 

    “Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.” 

    Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.

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    16 Jul 2026

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    “I was trying to be cool about it.” Shane's confession is a quiet whine, muffled into his palms. “Go with the flow, y’know?”

    It’s almost unbearable, how much Ilya adores this perfect, neurotic man. “Hollander,” he says patiently. “You have never once gone with flow. Not ever in your life.”

    There is only one grey cloud in the perfect blue sky of Ilya’s summer.

    His two weeks at the cottage are almost over, and Shane still hasn’t asked him to stay.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    “I know Ilya, I’m trying.” Shane tries to hide his exhaustion from his tone.

    “Could try harder, no?” Ilya raises an eyebrow.  

    “I get it, okay?” Shane pushes back, letting his enervation show this time. “I’m trying, but it’s hard. I guess I just need something that sticks. Something to hold me accountable. Consequences.”

    “I can help, with consequences.” Ilya shrugs easily, his voice free from any inclination of teasing. 

    “What, you wanna punish me?” Shane smiles, raising his eyebrows and pulls Ilya’s hand from his thigh up to his mouth to kiss it. “Spank me every time I people please?” 

    Shane can’t help but to chuckle at himself.
     
    “Would that help you?” Ilya’s voice is flat and serious. 
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    11 Jun 2026

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    It’d made his skin warm all over again, knowing how the bruises had gotten there, thinking about it. Fucking like animals outside because they couldn’t make it indoors, couldn’t wait to get clean before they’d needed each other too badly and nature had run its course.

    Shane’s entire life is control, control, control. This thing—with sweat and teeth and no definable rules, unravels him in a way that he would never have thought to expect.

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    Or, revelations on the table and a looming two week timer counting down, Shane and Ilya spend some time navigating intimacy more freely than ever before.

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