I'll Believe In Anything

today (and every day) is a beautiful day to read this fic. forced marriage but make it hockey, sex tapes, angst, did i mention sex... you could not ask for more...

In late 2014, celebrity photos start dropping. Ilya deletes his texts, his photos, a video he should never have taken. It isn't soon enough.

I love this fic, I love this Ilya, I love this Shane. Run don't walk:

There is a tense note in Hollander’s voice. This is not unusual, because Hollander is held together by latent panic

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Maybe Hollander feels like this all of the time, like his skin will crawl away without him if he does not hold himself still.

AND

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“Do you need something?” Shane asks.

“Your cock,” Ilya says, like it’s obvious. “Feed it to me.”

“What the fuck, Ilya?”

“What? I am having a craving and need to keep my mouth…busy?”

“Preoccupied?”

“Yes, that. So you sit back on couch and watch your tapes. Just spread your legs and keep your hands to yourself. Is like I’m not even here.”

“This isn’t what I thought you meant when you said you needed help,” Shane responds, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Anything, Ilya, I promise, Ilya, no questions, Ilya,” Ilya mocks, doing a terrible impression of Shane. “Did you mean this or not?”

Shane agrees to help Ilya quit smoking without realizing what he's gotten himself into.

or, Hollanov cockwarming and free use, but not how you'd expect.