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  1. Rec *

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    This season for Shane Hollander is everything - scouts watching, stats climbing, NHL dreams within arm’s reach. He’s disciplined, controlled, built to dominate. But then he goes into an unexpected first heat in the middle of a game. No one notices except Ilya Rozanov, a rival he’s only ever admired through screens and stat sheets, the one man whose scent cuts through Shane’s fever like relief.

    A whispered room number becomes inevitability. Shane arrives shaking, desperate, half-feral with need he doesn’t understand. What follows is hours of relentless waves of heat and hunger, release collapsing into need again, Ilya’s hands and voice the only thing keeping Shane from burning through the mattress.

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    "The hotel," Ilya repeated in a flat tone, cupping under Shane's jaw. "What hotel?"

    "Uh," Shane replied again, because he had no fucking clue. "I just need to not be here."

    "Hollander," Ilya said firmly, squeezing his chin. Shane melted, just a bit, but he tried to remain determined when he started to look for his shorts. Ilya's hand didn't allow for much movement though, his head unable to turn. "Shane, tell me now. Are you going into heat?"

    or the one where ilya calling shane by his first name sends him into heat

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    “Ilya, baby,” he started, instinctively, in English. “Slow down a little, I-”
    “Что?” he murmured, blinking at him, confused now. “Почему…?”

    Or: Ilya is the one taking a hit on the ice. He’s brought to the hospital, concussed. When he wakes, he can only speak Russian… and Shane has been studying.

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