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    The kiss is tender, Shane slotting his lips over Ilya’s like they’re filling a space that’s been empty for far, far, too long. Their mouths mirror the way Shane cradles Ilya’s body, and yeah, fucking hell - they really are that, two puzzle pieces that just happen to also be people. Ilya wonders if they were born or created to fit this way - and if God and heaven exist, he decides that upon arrival at those pearlescent afterlife gates, Ilya will personally shake his, her, or their hand in gratitude for that divine design.

    In fact, for all of his soul-searching today - Ilya would happily define himself as a human born for the express purpose of fitting perfectly with the person of Shane Hollander. It may be the only thing he has ever done perfectly, and he’s okay with that.

    Suddenly, because Shane is definitely rubbing off on him, Ilya says:

    “I have an idea?”

    Shane keeps his arms tightly wrapped around him as he replies:

    “What?” His nose brushes Ilya’s, almost like his body needs to keep them connected while their mouths are occupied with that foolish business of talking as opposed to being linked in a kiss.

    Relatable, really.

    “Have you ever tried docking?”

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    “So you did not take care of -” he gestures vaguely towards Shane’s groin.

    Shane shakes his head tightly. “I did not - take care of.”

    “Tsk, tsk,” Ilya says. “I will help. Just try not to come during competition, and I will take care of - you, later.”

    “Oh, please,” Shane rolls his eyes. “You think I’m going to come during a hockey competition?”

    Ilya’s expression grows more taunting before he turns to walk away. “Maybe. Maybe you are going to come watching me win a hockey competition. Untouched.”

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    In fact, Ilya’s absolutely certain that if he lets a kiss happen right fucking now, it’ll mess so much with his poor, shredded, and damaged heart that he wouldn’t know what to do with it.

    So instead, he permits himself a small brush of Shane’s hair, on the pretense that he’s just pushing it out of his eyes, and then he steps out of the reach of Shane’s hand. Shane’s face immediately looks so crestfallen that Ilya blurts out:

    “Let me walk you to your room.”

    Like he’s - blyat, his fucking parent or they’re a couple in a 1950s movie, or something.

    Shane’s eyes darken and - fuck this is a bad idea.

    Just like everything else they do.

    Ilya motions at Shane to drink more water while he grabs a sanitizing wipe and walks over to the bike he’d been using earlier. There’s a little burble of laughter behind him, and he looks up from wiping the seat down to raise an eyebrow at Shane. 

    “What? I am practicing good gym behavior. I am not an asshole.”

    Shane’s face grows inordinately soft, then, and he says quietly:

    “No. You’re not.”

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    And so the text remains, in his phone, in his pocket, unsent and unsaid while Shane bangs his head on the elevator wall in deep contemplation of the brush of Rozanov’s lips against his, the snake of Rozanov’s tongue past his teeth. The very particular and divine experience of Rozanov’s escalation of that trademark mode of sultry suction that pushes past not only the flushed bloom of Shane’s lips but also apparently beyond all of his defenses because -

    Hell. Fucking absolute hell. 

    Shane might be starting to like him.

    Okay, well - this is unexpected, unanticipated, entirely unplanned for - and therefore, Shane’s nipping  that one down in the bud.

    He squares the slope of his shoulders as the elevator comes to a stop on the eighth floor, and the doors open…

    …to reveal a very tousled, slightly out of breath, and beautifully flushed Ilya Rozanov, as if Shane summoned him here via his own dastardly brain matter. He looks the same as when Shane left him save for the fact that he’s replaced the damp towel around his hips with a pair of slacks and the white formal shirt he’d been sporting when Shane initially walked in. 

    The buttons on both are undone.

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    “I am just here to give you what you want,” he says, making his tone lower, slower, like he’s licking each syllable to perfect completion.

    The perk of having to learn a second language? One must practice it, very much akin to an instrument, and in that practice - one may learn to manipulate it in ways unfathomable to a native speaker. And while Ilya may not be as confident in his pronunciation of certain words or executing particular turns of phrase?

    He has at least mastered the ability of making them hot. And specifically when it comes to Hollander, Ilya's also perfected the right balance of teasing and deadpan sarcasm, a combination that never fails to rile Hollander up while simultaneously getting him going like a rocket shooting off to the moon.

    In this particular version of a sexy Space Race, Ilya is happy to let Canada have the lead.

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