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"You are embarrassed."
"Well!"
"You don't play with your ass? It makes you gay?"
"Oh my fucking god..."
"You know what makes you gayer?"
"Rozanov...shut the fuck-"
"Sucking my dick. You were doing that a minute ago."

Plus, Ilya hated this guy. He hated his pretty boy face and his perfect goddamned English and his perfect goddamned French… 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.

He would never actually tell him, but Hollander was really fucking good. He challenged Ilya in ways that Ilya wasn't used to. He loved taking the puck from Hollander. He loved slamming him into the boards. He loved skating around him. He loved shit-talking him because his eyes would get all squashed up in anger and his pink lips would curl into an adorable little attempt at a snarl. Like an angry kitten.

"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.
In his makeup. . . Rozanov did not look pretty. He looked stunning.

“For the rest of his life, Shane Hollander would have to live with the fact that he had ended his NHL draft day by getting himself off to thoughts of Ilya Rozanov”