“You won’t if you want to fuck me tonight.” Hollander had said in Russian.
Dmitry glanced up, pausing from where he was unlacing his skates. What the fuck could in the conversation possibly have possibly led to this?
He glanced at Rozanov, who’d been smirking and teasing Wyatt only a second earlier. Now, his mouth was firmly shut. All the rest of the team stared at Rozanov.
Source: from the outside, by goldengalaxies – Heated Rivalry (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Teen, social media fic. I adore outside POVs, and this series has a bunch of lovely ones!