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first of all they absolutely rate each others nudes, sometimes they send them not even with the intention to send the nudes so someone else, just for the hell of it, just to have the other saying hell yeah brother looking good, just to boost self esteem

second of all while the idea of them 10/10ing each picture is funny and appealing to me, i had a vision in which i saw the most meticulous earnest constructive criticism in order to help the other achieve absolute perfection

-(a dick pic, full light) move your hand down a bit, will make it seem bigger and maybe turn down the light a bit, give it an aura of mystery

-(navel to mid thigh, a giant hickey right where the pubes line starts) damn roz, who did this to you? (ilya says you should see the other guy. marley doesn’t catch on)

-(mirror selfie, full frontal) marley don’t you have a mirror outside of the bathroom? the toilet in the background is a bit of a buzzkill

-(hands down pants, dick fully erect) love the vibe but there is a giant hole in your boxers, maybe change those

He doesn't get much useful advice and soon the guys are arguing about how long you can pursue someone before it starts getting pathetic. Holmberg is at one end of the spectrum at two weeks ("We're rich professional athletes, man, we shouldn't have to try that hard.") and Wyatt Hayes is on the other at three months ("Maybe she likes you but just doesn't want the WAG lifestyle. You need to prove to her that you see her as a person with her own goals separate from yours.")

Then someone notices that Ilya, despite his wealth of experience, hasn't chimed in yet and asks, "What do you think, Cap?"

"Two years."

The entire room goes still.

"What?"

"Two years," Ilya repeats, completely unashamed. "Is not pathetic to go for what you want. Not if you think they're worth it."

In sync, every person in the room turns to look at Shane, who's pretending to fiddle with the laces on his skates, looking pink-faced and vaguely pleased.

Finally, Holmberg turns to the rookie. "Okay, I guess two years is fine if it's Shane Hollander. Is your girl Shane Hollander?"

The poor rookie has no response to that. His girl is, indeed, not literally Shane Hollander.

"Man, gay people move different," LaPointe mutters.

However, in this one Jean takes Nathaniel’s number, ‘3’, a lucky number symbolising stability and abundance. And he lives.

so the next time ilya is there, they're kissing and laughing softly while they grind against each other. ilya nips at shane's bottom lip and grins down at him. he gives a playful wink before reaching over to the drawer in shane's bedside table. he pulls it open, and sees an almost empty bottle of lube [shane's dildo has been seeing a lot more action after that first time] and one singular condom.

his face immediately falls; his body stills. he suddenly is feeling the urge to throw his fist through the wall, he wants to rip somebody's throat out.

because who the fuck is fucking shane when he's not around???

he saw the box that last time, an unopened value pack of 40 condoms. it made him grin like an idiot at the time, made him want to tease shane for his eagerness then kiss his lips til they were numb and cherry red.

and now it made him sick to his fucking stomach. did shane get fucked by 38 other men since the last time ilya had him? was it all with the same man? ilya didn't know which option was worse.

so, despite wanting to vomit, buy a gun, then go find all of shane's other boys, he resolves that he has to remind shane how good it can be with just him instead. that he can be all shane needs, can satisfy him better than anyone else ever could.

every time after that, ilya is frantically checking shane's drawer, then filling with dread and white hot jealousy each time he finds only a condom or two and a bottle of lube that is always within various stages of usage.

and then, like every other time before, he works to wring as many mind blowing orgasms out of shane as he possibly can and nearly drowning him with kisses and whispered praise. and then he hopes that this time will be the one where shane decides to give all the others up.

meanwhile shane is over the moon over how attentive and gentle ilya has been. he's loving all the kissing and the way he coos in russian all soft and sweet into his ear. and he's started calling him sweetheart and baby??? that was a little weird at first, but shane warmed up to it and now it makes his heart flutter.

ilya doesn't learn the truth until the cottage when shane tells him he hasn't been with anyone since their last time.

"you finally want to give up all your other boys just for me?" ilya teasingly asks.

"my other boys? what are you talking about?"

"you know, the ones you used boxes and boxes of condoms with when i wasn't around."

"oh, like you have room to talk - wait. ilya what the fuck are you talking about?? i've had the same box of condoms for two years."

ilya furrows his brow. "but... every time i was there, there was only a couple left in your drawer."

then it finally hits shane. he bursts into a fit of laughter and drops his face into the crook of ilya's neck. he presses a quick kiss there then lifts his head back up.

"you made fun of me when i pulled out that strip of them the first time we did it! so i got embarrassed and started keeping them in the bathroom and just grabbing one when i knew you were gonna come over. i just got used to keeping them there."

hiii!! sorry for taking so long with this but At Last i give u the neiljeremy opps instalment 💯♥️

pt.155!!

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apologies for the month of silence, my phone was afflicted by some Tech Bullshit that they told me could only be fixed by further and more expensive tech bullshit, so i am now coming to u from 2007 ipod touch i found in a charity shop 🔥 apple company taste my blade

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“Hollander, I have a very important question to ask.”

“What?”

“It’s the biggest question I could ever ask you.”

“Ilya, we’re already getting married.”

Ilya grinned, and wrapped his arms around Shane’s waist, pulling him close. “Will you…” he paused for effect. “My beautiful fiancé….” Another pause. “Move in with me?”

Shane shoved him, forcing Ilya to break into laughter and whining, “Nooo, come back, is very important question.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Is that a yes?”

So he gets a tutor. He meticulously researches her (she's from Moscow, so he'll learn from someone with Ilya's same accent). She's signed to more NDAs than he can count. She has 10 years of experience, she's certified to teach English and Russian, and she has 4.8 stars on MyTutor.

Shane pays her a frankly concerning amount of money to make house calls. Twice weekly, unless he's on the road, she arrives at his apartment to teach him foundational Russian. She gives him workbooks, Russia cartoon recommendation, podcasts for beginners, etc. He tells her he's learning because his boyfriend is Russian and she outlines a course that focuses on domestic language first (as opposed to travel or business). She even teaches him what she calls a 'culture course' with lessons on Russian music, food, and various traditions.

She's only a few years older than Shane and he actually finds himself looking forward to her visits. At this point, she's the only person other than his parents that knows he has a boyfriend.

About 4 months in, Shane finally feels comfortable enough to ask about what he'd been very excited about learning.

"You want me to teach you how to talk dirty to your boyfriend?" Ekaterina raised an eyebrow.

"Um," Shane blushed. Was this a little too far? Was this inappropriate to ask of a tutor? "Yes? If - If that's okay, I mean."

A slow smirk spread over her face. "This will be fun. Fun for me, now. Fun for you, later."

"I made a list," Shane admitted. He wasn't going to back out now, he put a lot of thought into his list. He turned to it in his Russian notebook and handed it to her.

She scanned over it indifferently. "You will use all this in one night?"

"Yeah, probably. Is it too much?"

"It is good you have a Russian man," Ekaterina said. "They have good stamina. Mostly, anyway."

And while it was a little embarrassing for Ekaterina to correct his pronunciation of please let me suck your cock, it helped that she seemed just as comfortable with that as there is tea on the stove.

Now picture this, occasionally they whisper into each other's ears, sometimes its just sweet nothings and sometimes it's some devastating chirps about tennis, and each time a precious smile breaks through, only for each other, but it drives the photographers wild.

hollanov in a softer world

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