Heated Rivalry

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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
“Very pretty,” Rozanov teased him. “Like a doll.”“You’re painted up too.”Rozanov leaned on the top of the boards and grinned. “Yes, but I’m not pretty.”Shane rolled his eyes. He had been called “pretty boy” a few times before, usually during games, and he hated it. He wished he hated it this time.
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
Rozanov’s mouth twitched up. “If I knock on door of room 1410 tonight...maybe around nine?”Shane fought to keep his voice even. “I might open the door.”Rozanov smiled. “I might knock.”
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
Plus, Ilya hated this guy. He hated his pretty boy face and his perfect goddamned English and his perfect goddamned French and his loving parents and his polite little manners and his million-dollar smile. He hated how serious he was. How earnest. He was everything the league wanted from their stars.Ilya kissed his dumb mouth and swallowed his stupid little sighs and felt his annoying fingers in his hair. He pulled back so he could look at his horrible face with its ridiculous freckles.Fuck.
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
“So...after the game you just want me to wait at home for you?” Hollander’s voice was tight, like he was angry about something.Ilya rolled his eyes. He had no idea why they were wasting time talking right now anyway. “Yes! Wait for me. I will come to your house and fuck you.”Hollander looked embarrassed again. “It’s an apartment,” he mumbled.“Jesus! Fine! I will fuck you in your apartment. Can we get back to things now?”
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
“Your hands are so soft,” Ilya said. “Like a girl’s.”“Fuck you.”Ilya laughed. Hollander jerked him harder, as if trying to prove how strong and masculine his hands were.
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
Hollander fumbled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Ilya. Ilya took it and entered his number into Hollander’s contacts, under the name Lily. Hollander snorted when he saw it.“Who should I be?” he asked as he picked up Ilya’s phone from the dresser. “Shannon?”“Jane,” Ilya said.“Jesus Christ,” Hollander muttered as he typed.“No. Just Jane.”
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
There were too many things to process. Ilya Rozanov had gotten him off in a hotel room. Again. Ilya Rozanov wanted to sneak out of his team’s hotel the next time they were in Montreal (next week!) and meet Shane at his apartment so he could fuck him.Ilya Rozanov wanted to fuck him.Shane was both terrified and undeniably aroused by the idea. Undeniably extremely aroused by the idea.But that didn’t change the fact that it was a really, really bad idea.
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
This was so fucking dumb. Why was he doing this? Booking a room in the same hotel as the entire Boston team (several floors above theirs, but still) so he could hook up with a man he didn’t even like?
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
He wrapped his foot around Rozanov’s ankle, and Rozanov growled and, without warning, grabbed Shane’s thighs and hoisted him up the wall so that Shane had no choice but to wrap his legs around the taller man’s waist.Which Shane should have been angry about, but instead he gasped and kissed Rozanov even more wildly.“Could fuck you just like this,” Rozanov growled. “Against the fucking wall. You would like that, yes?”Would Shane like that? Probably.“Not tonight,” Rozanov continued, moving his mouth close to Shane’s ear. “Tonight I will go easy on you.”Shane wanted to tell him to fuck off, but Rozanov was kissing his throat, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin, so instead he threw his head back against the wall like the eager slut he apparently was.
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valeriyatretyak8 ноября 2022 г.
“This is soft,” Rozanov murmured.“It’s cashmere,” Shane said stupidly.“Yes. Take it off.”
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