ConsensualPolyamory



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    Shane Hollander is tired of wanting someone he cannot have, and he’s dying as he waits for someone who will not stay. Someone who doesn’t want to stay, not when there are so many others waiting for him. Fun of another variety, Shane left a treat amongst many.

    It’s humiliating. It’s distracting. And it feels like shit.

    He wishes he could erase his feelings, move on as easily. In an effort to gain back control over the ‘situation’ that has become his romantic attraction to a notorious player, Shane attempts at imitating Ilya Rozanov’s methods until he perfects them and becomes as good as keeping it light and casual as his rival.

     

    Or Shane tries to Hoe Phase himself into a self discovery journey to choke and kill his feelings for Ilya Rozanov. Ilya is not the only who suffers from it, but he sure feels like he’s being choked and killed.

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    Story ends after chapter 6 but I keep writing bonus because the hyper fixation doesn’t end.

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    Ilya thinks about the last night they spent together, thinks about Shane splayed out on a hotel mattress pleading for his touch, thinks about how they hadn’t even kissed, and it starts as a strange little tickle in the back of his throat. Barely-there. He could ignore it if he wanted.

    Then the intensity grows, flourishes into full-blow irritation, and suddenly he’s sputtering on his Coke and attracting the attention of the woman in the first-class seat across the aisle from him. He thinks it’s just some odd coughing fit, or that he inhaled his soda on accident, so he’s shocked when he feels something soft and smooth and triangular against his tongue.

    It’s not until he spits the object into the napkin he’d received with his drink that he can see what it is: a long, thin, green leaf. A sepal.

    As soon as Ilya realizes what he’s looking at, he’s flooded with dread.

    Ilya's known these feelings were doomed from the start. He never thought they'd literally kill him.

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    Finding your soulmate is supposed to be beautiful. You stand in front of someone and you say their full name; they say yours. Your soulmarks appear somewhere on your bodies, and it's supposed to be beautiful. Life-changing.

    It's not supposed to happen a week before the World Juniors tournament in a dirty Saskatchewan parking lot. It's not supposed to be Canada's newest darling hockey player and your future rival who whispers your name. It's not supposed to be a boy that your skin blooms for.

    And if that does happen, despite the fact that it shouldn't, you're definitely not supposed to lie to your soulmate's face, refuse to say his name in return, and pretend that you never felt your soulmark appear at all. And if that happens, somehow, you're definitely not supposed to kiss him less than a year later. And then later. And then later. And then later, until you realize you never want to leave his bed despite the fact that you've never told him the truth about the bear tattoo on your chest.

    or, finding out that his soulmate is Shane Hollander isn't beautiful. Ilya can't pretend that it's not life-changing though.

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    “Should call you the Ottawa Puppies,” says the Toronto centre, Svensson. As an insult it makes no sense, so Ilya ignores it, until he continues, “Hear Hollander keeps you on a short leash.”

    Ilya is the captain, so if anything, he should be holding the leash. In English, you can be singular or plural, but he knows what Svensson is trying to say. He is saying Ilya Rozanov, you are Hollander’s bitch.

    “Only sometimes,” Ilya replies, grinning. He wins the face off.

    OR: Ilya trains himself to be a very, very good guard dog for Shane.

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    “If you explain the Mile High Club to me I swear to God I’ll stuff you in an overhead bin,” Shane said. The sixty-something couple in front of them turned and gave Shane a look, so he offered them a polite smile while Ilya snickered behind him.

    “I would like to see you try,” he said, while Shane pretended he was invisible.

    “Then keep being a dick on this airplane,” he said, and fuck, that got another look.

    “You might fit in one,” Ilya went on, thoughtfully looking into the compartment. “Since you are pocket-sized.”

    “We’re about to be on a plane flight together for eight hours and this is how you kick things off?”

    “You are stuck with me for much longer than that,” Ilya said, and kissed Shane on the cheek.

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    It's a honeymoon fic! Set after The Long Game.

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