Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2026-04-19 Words: 888 Chapters: 1/1

Toothbrush

Summary

Shane doesn't freak out after the tuna melts and instead spends the night.

Notes

I've had this lying around for so long that I've forgotten how it was meant to continue, but I decided it works as a oneshot ficlet and shared it anyway.

There is a toothbrush for him. Rozanov... Ilya has laid it out on the side of the ensuite bathroom’s sink. It’s still in the original packaging and sitting on top of a small folded handtowel.

It’s black, medium-hard, with flexible neck for easier manipulation. Not Shane’s electric toothbrush, but it will do.

There is also a small travel-sized bottle of mouthwash sitting by the pile.

Shane pokes his head out of the bathroom. “Toothpaste?”

Rozanov… Ilya is changing the sheets. He’s bare-chested, muscles rippling under his skin pleasantly. He pauses. “Use mine,” he says with a shrug.

“But not your mouthwash?”

“Figured you’d feel weird about that. Even though you put my dick in your mouth.”

Which is…

Frankly, true.

Shane returns into the bathroom. He stares at the mouthwash for a moment. Did Ilya buy it specifically for him?

No. No, of course not. It’s probably from his own travel supplies. He lives the same city-hopping life as Shane; Shane has at least three miniature bottles like this at home right now and one at the hotel where he was meant to stay.

Or maybe Ilya keeps a stash for all his hookups. Spare toothbrushes and little mouthwash bottles and clean hand towels.

He brushes his teeth diligently.

Then freezes over the sink with the toothbrush still in his hand.

He’s never done this before and he doesn’t know what to do with the brush now that he’s done using it.

There’s the small trash bin under the sink, but Shane will need to brush his teeth in the morning. It’s be wasteful to ask Ilya to get him a new toothbrush again.

For a wild second, he eyes the cup where Ilya’s own brush is sitting. Putting his toothbrush right next to Ilya’s feels like invasion of privacy. Like forcing himself into Ilya’s personal space.

Unless that’s not Ilya’s toothbrush.

It is, after all, sparkly and purple.

Maybe it belongs to another hookup. Maybe Ilya Rozanov buys toothbrushes for all his fuckbuddies and keeps them like weird trophies.

Before he can succumb to a tooth-care-related crisis, Shane decides to use what remains of his toothbrush’s packaging. He places the toothbrush carefully into the flimsy plastic tub and puts it down so that it doesn’t touch the counter.

Ilya is looking at his phone mindlessly scrolling when Shane returns to the bedroom. It’s---

Odd.

Shane is quietly freaking out as he makes his way to the other side of the bed to climb under the duvet.

Ilya puts his phone down and leans across the space between them, completely ignorant that Shane’s limbs have stopped working and his heart is beating off-pace. He presses his lips to Shane’s briefly in one of the most chaste kisses they’ve ever shared. “You smell clean.”

“Yeah. I’ve just brushed my teeth.”

Ilya laughs. “I know.”

He slides from the covers and makes his way into the bathroom. When he gets to the doorframe, he pauses. “I forgot. Do you need a charger for your phone?”

Shane picks his phone up from where he’s left it on the nightstand. He only ever uses it for texts and calls, so his battery is mostly full. “I’m good.”

Ilya nods and disappears into the bathroom, leaving Shane to contemplate the fact that he is spending the night. At Ilya’s Rozanov’s place. He’s wearing one of Ilya’s t-shirts because he hasn’t brought his own clothes to sleep in. Of course. Because they don’t spend nights together.

He pulls the duvet up to his chin and rolls onto his side, determined to sleep so he doesn’t have to think about it.

He’s still awake when Ilya returns.

The mattress dips under Ilya’s weight. Shane feels him shuffle closer and then there’s a hand on his hip. “Is okay?” Ilya’s breath tickles on his neck.

“I don’t think I can… again.”

Shane’s had four orgasms in the span of less than twelve hours and the last one was already a little too much. He’s about to offer a handjob if Ilya has the stamina to go again, when Ilya whispers: “No, I know. I just mean is okay to touch or do you want me to stay on my side of the bed?”

Somehow, it feels more intimate now. Not right after sex. They’ve watched hockey and eaten tuna melts, had sex in the living room, watched some silly action flick both of them had already seen, had some more sex, then dinner… And then they turned in like… like a couple.

And now Ilya’s hand is on his hip, asking for permission to… what? Cuddle?

Shane’s heart might escape his chest.

He nods mutely.

Ilya’s body presses against his. “Goodnight, Shane,” Ilya whispers, his voice as warm as his skin.

“Goodnight,” Shane replies. “Ilya.”

“Where’s my toothbrush?” he asks in the morning, looking out of the bathroom, because the toothbrush is not sitting in the plastic cover on the counter anymore. Surely Ilya wouldn’t have thrown it out?

Ilya blinks at him sleepily. His curls are messy, everything about him is soft, and Shane would hate to admit it, but he looks adorable.

“In the… glass,” Ilya says, waving his hand vaguely, and then lays back down.

And sure enough, Shane’s toothbrush is sitting right beside the purple one in the cup on the sink.