Rating:

Not Rated

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander, Scott Hunter (Game Changers)

Additional Tags:

Dialogue-Only, Texting, Phone Calls & Telephones, post ep3, Getting Together, Multilingual Character, Coming Out, Light Angst

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2025-12-08 Words: 1,696 Chapters: 1/1

sound like him

Summary

“We won’t be able to have each other anymore.”

“…That will not happen.”

“You don’t know that.”

Notes

Lily: fighting with Hunter?

Lily: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elder_abuse

Lily: Not good.

Jane: fuck off

Lily: replaying it right now

Lily: i wish i could hear what you were yelling

Jane: i don’t even remember

Jane: something about him being a pussy

Lily: who started it?

Jane: me

Lily: hot

Jane: you’re insufferable

Jane: my parents are pissed

Lily: you are their son

Lily: they do not want to see you get hurt

Jane: they should have thought about that before they let me start playing fucking hockey

Lily: is true

Lily: i thought you were friends

Lily: you and Hunter

Jane: i don’t know

Jane: honestly i was messing around

Jane: telling him to show up at the next game

Lily: i said same thing to him at last game

Lily: he didn’t try to kill me

Jane: try harder next time

Lily: oh i will

Lily: what do i need to do to get you to fight me?

Jane: why the fuck do you want me to fight you

Lily: because you are hot

Lily: and i like when you touch me

Jane: god

Jane: i don’t think i would want to fight you

Lily: (((

Lily: too bad

Jane: you’re so weird

Lily: yes

Lily: what did Hunter say?

Jane: ?

Lily: to make you fight him

Lily: you would not fight him without something making you

Jane: it’s stupid

Lily: yes fights are always stupid

Lily: tell me

INCOMING CALL

JANE

“Hollander?”

“Hi.”

“You do not call me, what’s happening?”

“He knows about us.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Hunter knows about us, Rozanov.”

“How do you know?”

“He just— He said I was starting to sound like you, and— and then he said ‘You fucking heard me,’ and I just— Roz, I just know he knows about us, he made a point of telling me he was next door to you—“

“Hollander, calm down.”

“He knows about us—“

“Shane. Breathe. Is okay.”

“How the fuck are you so calm?”

“I am not calm, I want you to be calm.”

“Rozanov.”

“He will not tell anyone.”

“You don’t know that.”

“…I do not.”

“Fuck.”

“…”

“Are you there?”

“Yes, I am Googling your name.”

“And?”

“Fight with Hunter, fight with Hunter, scores at game, fight with Hunter. Nothing about you sucking my cock.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“I know.”

“…I’m scared.”

“…Me too.”

“What do we do? If he tells someone? How do we fucking deal with that?”

“I… Ok. We say it is stupid rumour, yes? Just to try to piss us off, and is not true. …Okay?”

“I…”

“What?”

“I’m… I’m scared to look at you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because if— if people have it in their head that we’re seeing each other, then they’ll see the way I look at you, and I—“

“The way you look at me?”

“…”

“Hollander?”

“Fuck off.”

“Hollander.”

“I fucked up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I gave him fucking confirmation, Rozanov, if he didn’t know then he does now, because I picked a fucking fight with him—“

“Hollander, fucking breathe.”

“I can’t—“

“Hollander. With me.”

“I’m…”

“Hollander, you are having panic attack.”

“Jesus.”

“Slow. In. And out. Like that.”

“God, I’m…”

“Again, slow.”

“God.”

“You are okay. Hunter has not said anything, no? If he does, we will say it is shit-talking and is not serious.”

“…”

“Hollander, you are crying?”

“Fuck, sorry.”

“No, don’t hang up, is okay. Where are you?”

“My hotel room. Didn’t feel like going out to celebrate, fucking obviously.”

“You want me to go to you?”

“That’s a terrible idea, just… Just stay here.”

“I am here.”

“Jesus.”

“No, just me.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“You like it.”

“…I feel like if Hunter tells people, and the whole world knows, we…”

“We what?”

“We won’t be able to have each other anymore.”

“…That will not happen.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I can’t stop Hunter, but I…”

“What?”

“…I don’t know how to say.”

“Try. Please.”

“…I will not let us not have each other.”

“…”

“Hollander.”

“Rozanov.”

“…Shane.”

“…Ilya.”

“I want you.”

“God fucking—“

“We will be fine.”

“You don’t know that—“

“Sweetheart.”

“Ilya.”

“We will be fine. I promise.”

“…Promise?”

“I promise.”

“What about— What about your family?”

“Don’t worry about them, Hollander, is not— is not problem right now.”

“I…”

“Hollander, you are listening?”

“Yeah.”

“Right now, there is no problem. You got in fight, and that is fine. It is fucking hockey, no? Players get in fights all the time.”

“I know.”

“Hunter has not said anything, and even if he does, it will be fine. Players are assholes all the time.”

“I know.”

“It is going to be fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

“We are going to be fine. Okay?”

“…Okay.”

“God, Hollander.”

“Sorry, I— I’m trying not to—“

“You don’t have to try not to, is okay.”

“I hate crying.”

“But I love it when you cry.”

“Asshole.”

“You are very pretty.”

“Shut up.”

“I thought you like hearing me talk.”

“…I do.”

“Mm. У тебя хороший вкус.”

“God.”

“Did you die?”

“Yeah. I’m dead. How does it feel to be a murderer?”

“Hm. Fine.”

“Asshole.”

“I like hearing you talk too.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm. You have beautiful voice.”

“Je veux être avec toi.”

“Hollander.”

“Tu me manques.”

“Now is not the time to give me a boner.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I don’t speak fucking French.”

“French is more ridiculous than Russian?”

“Da.”

“What about Japanese?”

“…You speak Japanese?”

“はい、少しだけ.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“好きだよ.”

“Hollander.”

“彼氏になってほしいな.”

“You are the worst.”

“Thought you liked it.”

“I do, but now I’m hard, and you’re crying.”

“You’re usually hard when I’m crying.”

“Don’t do this to me.”

“You’re fun to mess with.”

“And you call me asshole.”

“Well, I…”

“…Hello?”

“Sorry, I— Can I call you back in a few minutes?”

“Wow.”

“Sorry, bad timing. It’ll just be a minute.”

“Yes, of course, I will be here. You are okay?”

“Yeah, fine, just… I’ll be right back.”

INCOMING CALL

SCOTT HUNTER

“What do you want?”

“Hey, uhm. To apologize.”

“…”

“I’m really sorry.”

“…Okay.”

“I crossed a line, and it— it won’t happen again.”

“Okay.”

“And, for the record, I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“…”

“Hollander?”

“…Tell anyone what?”

“Shane, come on, man.”

“…How did you know?”

“I… I heard you guys talking before he told you his room number. Saw the way you blushed.”

“Jesus—“

“Nobody else knows, and I’m not going to tell anyone, I swear.”

“I’m…”

“I know saying trust me doesn’t really do shit, but Hollander, I would never do that to you, okay? I know what it would do, and I swear to God I’ll take this to my grave— Even if you guys come out someday, I won’t tell anyone, right, I’ll pull on my childhood in theatre to act just as surprised as everyone else.”

“Okay.”

“…I did theatre as a kid.”

“…Okay?”

“…Musical theatre.”

“Oka— Oh. Oh.”

“There it is.”

“You…”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“I’m not gonna fuck this up for you, Shane. I— I get it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Are you— Are you seeing someone?”

“Yeah, he’s… he’s not in hockey. Because I’m not insane like you guys.”

“Fair.”

“But he’s great.”

“I’m glad.”

“And I— I’m happy for you guys, by the way. Y’know, managing all the shit you have to put up with.”

“Oh, we’re not, like… It’s— It’s casual?”

“Yeah, you sound real sure of that.”

“Fuck you, man.”

“We cool?”

“Yeah. Course.”

“Cool. Uhm, and you can— you can tell Rozanov. I know you guys are probably talking about it, I’m— I’m cool with him

knowing.”

“Okay, cool. Uhm. Thanks for telling me.”

“Thanks for… not hating me.”

“I couldn’t, you’re still an amazing player. Even if you’re ass this season. Think your age is catching up to you.”

“There he is.”

“I sound like him?”

“Yeah. It’s not a bad thing, though.”

“No?”

“Nah. You’re a sweet kid. If I wasn’t on the receiving end I’d love to hear you shit talk other players.”

“I’ll work on it.”

“Sounds good. Uhm. I’ll let you go.”

“Yeah, okay. Uh, good night.”

“Night.”

Lily: Everything okay?

INCOMING CALL

JANE

“You’re okay?”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Something happened?”

“Yeah, uh. Hunter called me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he—“

“What the fuck did he want?”

“Uh, he apologized.”

“…He did?”

“Yeah, and he, uhm… He told me I could tell you. That he isn’t going to out us, because he is also scared of being outted.”

“…He is gay?”

“Uh, he didn’t use that word, but he alluded to it.”

“Alluded… means…”

“Implied. He referenced it. I asked if he’s seeing anyone and he said he’s not in hockey. Because he’s not crazy like us.”

“Asshole.”

“It was a good apology.”

“You forgive him?”

“Yeah. And also I did punch him earlier today, so…”

“Mm. Is true.”

“So we’re… We’re good.”

“You feel better?”

“Yeah. Tired, but… It’s kinda nice to know that we’re not the only ones.”

“…Yeah.”

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you feel okay?”

“Yes, I feel… I feel better.”

“You still hard?”

“No, Hollander, you bring up Scott Hunter and my dick does not like it.”

“Unless you’re watching me fight him, right?”

“I would watch you fight anybody, darling.”

“You’re fucking weird, Rozanov.”

“You like it.”

“…Yeah.”

“You are cute.”

“Shut up.”

“You are.”

“Fuck off.”

“Even when you’re mean to me.”

“I’m nice to you.”

“You just said to fuck off.”

“…Nicely.”

“Say something else that’s nice.”

“You just wanna hear me lavish praise upon you.”

“Yes.”

“…”

“Go ahead.”

“I think you’re funny.”

“Oh?”

“Sometimes when you’re being a little shit during games I have to stop myself from laughing.”

“That is nice.”

“And I think you’re beautiful.”

“…Yes?”

“I… I like looking at you.”

“…I like looking at you too.”

“...”

“…Are you crying again?”

“…No?”

“Hollander.”

“Just a little.”

“Why?”

“…I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

“You do?”

“Бля, yes, God, Hollander.”

“…”

“What is your room number?”

“I…”

“Hollander, I want to see you, come on.”

“1365.”

“Okay, I be right there. Wait for me.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“I’ll see you, my sweetheart.”

“…Bye, Ilya.”

“Bye.”

CALL ENDED