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    Shane steps closer, standing between Ilya’s legs. “I guess that explains it, hm? You don’t have to be confident or good when you’re packing that, do you? You just let people use your big,” Shane accentuates the word by leaning down and touching Ilya’s cock for the first time, only it’s not a caress or a stroke, it’s a rude poke that makes Ilya’s cock jerk in the air, “cock, however they want to? Is that it? Just a thick, fat cock for people to ride when you get too fucking stupid to do anything else?”

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    Uni AU, loser, stoner frat bro Ilya, pining after popular, jock Shane

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    This is, by far, the weirdest concussion-fever-dream Shane has ever had. Especially considering the fact that he doesn’t have a concussion – he hasn’t taken a hit, or collapsed, or done anything that would result in head trauma in the last few months, as far as he knows. But clearly, he has to be misremembering, because there is no way this can be real.

    In which Shane Hollander gets turned every which way by four versions of Ilya Rozanov at once.

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    Shane doesn't even have to look up to know that Ilya is grinning, a feral, vicious thing as he knots his fingers in Shane's hair and tugs, just hard enough for Shane to let out a whine. The dull ache reverberates down his nerves, as he opens his mouth and pants, sucking down lungful after lungful of Ilya's sweat and musk, salt straight from his skin as he noses at the hem of his shirt.

    “Is good, we won,” Ilya murmurs, stroking his hand through Shane's hair. “Have been wanting to show—have been wanting to give prize.” He pauses, and Shane knows his next words are going to be a cruel gift, a dagger of lust straight between his ribs. “And Hollander has been eager to show off, yes? Three goals,”—he whistles, low and mocking as Shane shifts at his feet, his ears burning as Ilya cups the back of his head, scratching blunt nails over his scalp—“is like he needed to prove how bad he wants.”

    OR: Ottawa wins the Stanley Cup. Everyone gets a reward.

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    "—and they're married. Poulin and Stacey. They're captain and alternate captain and on the first line together. I'll point them out when the period starts. They call them the wife line."

    Shane's breath catches in his throat. He had no idea that there was a married couple playing together on the same team, let alone the same line. He didn't know that was something you could do.

    or shane gets emotional over lesbians in the pwhl

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