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Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Kip Grady & Scott Hunter

Characters:

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

Additional Tags:

Relationship Reveal, Anxious Shane Hollander, Protective Ilya Rozanov, POV Scott Hunter (Game Changers), POV Kip Grady, Good Friend Scott Hunter (Game Changers)

Language:

English

Series:

Part 2 of Hollanov and Scott Hunter

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Published: 2026-02-10 Completed: 2026-02-24 Words: 4,534 Chapters: 2/2

Hallway of Horrors

Summary

After coming out to Scott but leaving out some crucial information… Ilya and Shane are caught red handed by him and Kip.

Notes

I got this idea from a user on tiktok! If you’re reading u know who u are :)

Chapter 1

It was Kip’s first time traveling with his boyfriend since they’d publicly come out, and it was nothing short of exhilarating. They could finally be normal. No pressure, no secrets. Just… happy.

The Admirals were going to play a game against the Boston Raiders shortly, meaning Scott would be leaving for a couple of days. Unfortunately this also meant that Kip would have to stay alone in their big, New York penthouse apartment, counting down the minutes until his boyfriend came back. But really… did he?

After some talking they’d decided that there shouldn’t be any problem with Kip coming with. He would simply stay in the same hotel room as Scott. That way he could not only watch the game in person, but be with his boyfriend immediately afterwards.

At first Kip had been a bit worried about the reaction from the other Admirals, but after everything that’s happened recently… Scott seemed to have no more inhibitions. That was all he needed to make up his mind.

They’d fully committed to the plan the night before. Kip would be accompanying Scott to Boston. But to his dismay, that’s exactly how he finds himself in the particularly strange situation he’s currently in.

They’d had a great time decompressing together after the game. Scott fucked him good and hard into the squeaky hotel mattress, probably leaving behind multiple marks that will soon begin to show on his neck.

A blush creeps onto his cheeks as he begins to pull his jeans back on.

They’re about to go to bed, and god Kip wants nothing more than to stay tangled in Scott’s warm embrace for the rest of the night… but his boyfriend had decided to order room service. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but right now it was, because it was running late. Even worse, the responsibility fell on Kip to go inquire about the delay, since Scott had to make some kind of “important business phone call”.

Despite the immense fear of running into a multitude of intimidating hockey players down in the hotel lobby, Kip turns the doorknob as quietly as possible and steps into the hallway. They probably won’t interrogate him too hard right? Scott’s team seemed to be alright with him… what he isn’t so certain about is the opposing teams.

Deep breaths. He totally won’t get lost… or hate crimed. He can do this.

As he shuts the door behind him, he tries his best not to disturb any other residents of the hotel on his way out. God what is it… one AM? Who needs room service at this hour anyway? His boyfriend, apparently.

For a moment he thinks he’s in the clear. There’s no one else visible to him in the hotel corridor, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. Maybe it really will be a quick in and out trip.

Then…all his hopes and prayers are crushed only seconds later.

He hears the doorknob of the neighboring hotel room begin to turn open, clicking in a way that makes Kip snap his head around.

His heart stops point blank when he sees the man that comes out.

Ilya Rozanov is no less than two feet to the right of him, seemingly sneaking out of his… own hotel room?

Just his luck. It couldn’t have been any other player? Fuck.

They make eye-contact and Kip regrets looking in his direction immediately.

Rozanov locks eyes with him, an equally perplexed expression taking over his stern, angled face. It’s terrifying.

He curses himself for agreeing to his boyfriend’s half-asleep plea for a late night meal..

Not only had Scott not told him their hotel room was right next to Rozanov’s, he also has left him all alone to deal with whatever homophobic remarks he’s about to be on the receiving end of.

Truthfully, Kip knows nothing about Rozanov… but he can read people, and that man does not seem particularly tolerant.

When he’d asked Scott about a month ago what was in the dm Rozanov had sent him, he was told a vague “He asked about another player getting traded. Nothing important.”

And Kip didn’t push, because why would he. All that mattered was that he hadn’t said anything derogatory to his boyfriend. That was a relief. Other than that, it wasn’t his business. He had no interest in the hockey world. Apart from watching Scott of course. His friends knew that all too well, with how he’d “poisoned” Kyle’s bar with “straight man sports”.

The relief had been short lived though, because now he had to face the man himself. In person.

He knows the fluorescent lighting of the hallway is doing nothing to conceal the intimidated look on Kip’s face right now, and god he hates it. Rozanov’s cocky grin on and off the ice reminds Kip of a vicious shark, mapping out a plan to eat it’s next victim. Hopefully Rozanov can’t sniff out weakness like his shark counterparts … or he’s fucked.

Gulping nervously, he attempts to flash a polite smile Rozanov’s way, trying scoot past him and towards the elevator.

But what he receives back is an amused quirk of his mouth, and an extremely hard to read glance, surveying him up and down.

He blocks his way and raises an eyebrow.

“You are Hunter’s boyfriend, yes?” He questions, crossing his arms casually.

Shit. He was really hoping he wouldn’t recognize him. Had the news really spread that quickly? What a dumb question, of course it had. In fact, his face had been sprawled across every single news article since the Admirals had won the damn cup…

“Um yeah, I am.” He furrows his brows.

It comes out nervous and unsure, despite Kip doing his best to sound casual and unbothered.

He’s so fucked…

Rozanov doesn’t say anything for a moment, eyes merely roaming over his body like a predator studying his prey.

“I saw you kiss on tv, was nice kiss.” He smirks, leaning against the door frame.

What?

Kip eyes widen like saucers.

He has to be making fun of him right?

Just glancing at his mocking expression he knows it undoubtedly. It’s just like Rozanov. Of course a straight guy finds gay men kissing amusing…

“Look I should get going, it was nice to meet you.” He says through gritted teeth, flashing his best polite smile Rozanov’s way.

It was anything but nice.

But before he can get through, something else startles him.

Suddenly the door behind Rozanov opens, and to his surprise, Shane Hollander stands before him.

“You forgot your coat-“

He momentarily wonders if he’s hallucinating. Maybe he’s in some sleep deprived state, that was brought on by the aftermath of the intense state of pleasure his boyfriend had put him in only ten minutes ago.

Shane looks like the color has completely drained out of his face. He looks mystified, maybe even mortified. Well that makes two of us, thinks.

Before he has a moment to react Shane shoots Rozanov a panicked look, and gestures for him to come back in the hotel room.

What the hell could they possibly be doing this late at night… together? He’s never even seen them interact off the ice…

Shane clears his throat, almost as if to command for Rozanov to get back inside. And to Kip’s surprise… he actually does. Like a faithful servant, he sighs and shuts the door behind him.

“Hi, I’m Kip. You might have heard of me, I’m Scott’s boyfriend.” He politely reaches his hand out, only to receive zero reciprocation back

Well alright…

Fuck that probably sounded so self important…of course someone of his caliber has no idea who Kip is…

He’s never met Shane Hollander, albeit he is much less intimidating than Rozanov by a far margin, but that doesn’t make it any better. He figured when he would, it would be Scott introducing them. He definitely didn’t think it would be through a surprise encounter sprung on him immediately after having sex with his boyfriend…

Speaking of his boyfriend, at that exact moment he hears the doorknob behind him begin to turn his phone all must be done... Thank fuck. He doesn’t want to be stuck in this conversation alone. Actually, he can’t.

He seems to stun Shane into silence for a moment, which is honestly better for him. Less conversation to be made.

Then, just as he opens his mouth to speak, Scott cracks the door open like a saving grace.

Immense relief washes over him. Between Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander, he was beginning to feel cornered, even in such a vast hallway.

The look on Scott’s face reads as equally confused. Had he not known his teammate was staying next door? Or not teammate, right? Rival? No that doesn’t seem right…

Kip really knows nothing about hockey. He makes it his mission to learn from now on, instead of just ogling at his boyfriend whenever he’s on the tv…

Wait a minute… whose room even is this? Rozanov’s or Hollander’s?

“Oh, I didn’t know you were next door Hollander.” Scott parrots, looking at him curiously.

Shane looks nothing short of horrified, eyes darting back and forth between them.

“Yeah they um, they placed us on the same floor I guess…” he laughs nervously, scratching at the back of his neck.

Scott looks at Kip in confusion, almost as if to ask. Why exactly is this big deal?

Oh, if only he knew that he’d just been face to face with Ilya fucking Rozanov.

Then, as if on command, he hears a muffled whine come through the door.

“Shane come back.”

Rozanov’s voice is almost begging, like a petulant toddler asking for a cookie. Kip really couldn’t imagine anything more irritating.

He watches as Scott’s head jerks towards the door.

“Rozanov?” He questions. Kip sees a look of realization fall upon his boyfriend’s face.

At what, he doesn’t know, but at least he’s all caught up…

“You two…?” Scott practically chokes on his words, eyes darting back and forth between Shane and the room’s entrance.

What the fuck is happening?

“Yes.” Kip hears Rozanov’s muffled voice say through the surprisingly thin door.

Maybe Kip should go back inside…

His attention is immediately brought back to Shane, who’s now rubbing at his temple fiercely.

“Just get out here.” Shane utters weakly, presumably at Rozanov.

Fuck, he’s extremely confused. Is there some kind of hockey secret he isn’t in on here? He’ll have to ask Scott about it later…

Maybe if he tries extra hard he’ll understand the context better..?

Slowly the door to Shane’s hotel room creaks open, Rozanov awkwardly walking back out. The expression on his face is miles away from the usual energy Kip had sensed from him in interviews. He honestly hadn’t thought the man even had it in him to be awkward. Wow. Today is full of surprises.

“Fuck, this looks so bad.” Shane breathes out, face now entirely engulfed by his shaky hands.

He’s nearly hyperventilating…

To his complete bewilderment, he watches as Rozanov’s demeanor switches from laid back to concerned. His eyes dart over to Shane, and he quickly places a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. They won’t tell anyone Shane.” He rubs at his back slowly, softly shushing him.

His voice seems to drop two full octaves when he speaks to him.

There’s actually no wa, Kip must be dreaming. Ilya Rozanov being comforting… Shane Hollander of all people? Weren’t they supposed to rivals?

He thinks his brain might just implode. This is the last time he’s accompanying Scott on a road trip. He decides indefinitely that next time he can 100% wait for his boyfriend to come back. This feels like a complete invasion of privacy. Should Kip even be here?

But Shane continues, entirely ignoring everyone around him. Probably without even meaning to.

Kip knows what a panic attack looks like. This is definitely a prime example of one.

“No it’s not Ilya this isn’t… this isn’t how I wanted this to go. Fuck.” Shane begins to truly hyperventilate, turning around to steady his head on the door.

“Shane, I won’t tell man. I promise. Cross my heart.” Scott assures carefully. Kip can tell he means it. His tone is stern in a way he’s only ever heard during his speeches.

Shane’s breathing seems to regulate a bit at that.

“He gets like this sometimes. Shane see, Hunter will not say anything.” Rozanov says in a gentle voice, gesturing to Scott in a way that confuses Kip even more.

It’s clearly to reassure Shane, who seems like he’s two seconds away from blowing a fuse.

“I’m sorry… what’s going on?” He asks carefully. He hopes it’s not the wrong time, but god he’s just so curious…

He sees Shane give Rozanov a tight nod, almost like a grant of permission.

“Me and Shane, we are together.” Rozanov says seriously, arms crossing around himself.

He think it might be a joke at first, but it can’t be, not with the matter of fact tone he’d just used.

What the fuck…

“And you will not tell anyone. Both of you, yes?” He raises an eyebrow and locks eyes with Kip specifically. What did he do? It sends shivers down his spine.

He glances at Scott anxiously, but fails to meet his eyes. His boyfriend seems to still be in shock.

“Of course man, of course.” Kip blurts out immediately. Truthfully he’s scared for what might happen if he responds a second too late. Scott says nothing, merely nodding in confirmation.

“Good.” Rozanov says bluntly, turning his attention back to Shane.

“Can we take this inside guys?” Shane chimes in finally, voice still a bit shaky.

Kip turns his head towards Rozanov, who seems to be calling all the shots.

“Yes, let’s go inside.” He says in his typical Russian accent.

Kip hates how intimidated he is by the man. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s Russian. That inherently makes him a bit scarier. Or maybe it’s because he’s just borderline threatened him without saying it out loud…

He feels like he’s on autopilot, mindlessly following Rozanov as he leads them all into Shane’s hotel room. He’s carefully watching over his shoulder as everyone files inside, like someone may sneak up behind them.

Kip is the last one in, and without saying another word, he quietly shuts the door behind them and complies to the man’s orders.

This is definitely not how he’d expected their night together to go..

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary

Scott and Kip get their questions answered… and Scott apologizes for his little comment to Shane on the ice.

Chapter Notes

Sorry it took a while I’m working on another fic anonymously rn!

When Scott had learned Rozanov was anything but straight, it felt like whiplash. Think of a tropical island with a temperature of ninety degrees Fahrenheit, covered in mountains of icy snow. It was just something that didn’t happen.

The shift in his perception of the Boston captain was slow but steady. It wasn’t like he hadn’t believed him… but he definitely had a hard time understanding the logistics at first.

He came out to him so abruptly, so out of no where, that Scott had almost thought he’d imagined it for the rest of the night. He’d probably re-read that message at least ten times before really conceptualizing it.

But once he had, it felt… nice. The realization that he wasn’t alone, that he wasn’t some anomaly within the league… it was a good one.

He’d wished him well, sworn himself to secrecy, and offered to support him in any way he could. Even if he wasn’t the biggest fan of Rozanov as a person, it was the least he could do.

But that had been it. He’d moved on eventually, turning his attention back to his own team and his amazing boyfriend, who he could finally be completely out in the open with. Truthfully he began to pity the Rozanov... Going back in the closet sounded like a complete nightmare to Scott.

He hadn’t told Kip, it wasn’t his place. God had he wanted to, but he hadn’t. It was the right thing to do, even for someone as polarizing as Rozanov.

Except now… he no longer had to, because Kip knew. Whether the Raider’s captain wanted him to or not.

Walking in on an incredibly shaken up Shane Hollander attempting to converse with his boyfriend, wasn’t exactly surprising, but he definitely hadn’t expected it. As soon as he saw his face the feeling of dread crept up on him. They hadn’t talked since their fight on the ice many years ago, and Scott wasn’t exactly in the most clear headspace to address the event. So he put on his PR face, acknowledged Shane, and assumed room service would be there to save them eventually.

Then, Ilya Rozanov walked out, and immediately everything started to click into place. The vehement denial on Shane’s part every time he’d bring up Rozanov, the way Ilya’s eyes always seemed to focus in on Hollander when they were on the ice…

He’d figured it was just a strong hatred for one another, a petty feud egged on constantly by the league. Not anymore. Scott knew from the second he heard Rozanov’s voice echo through the hotel door.

They were together. That’s why Rozanov had come out to him so suddenly. That’s why Shane got cagey around him 24/7.

Immediately he wanted to apologize for what he said on the ice.

“You’re starting to sound like him.”

Just the idea of being discovered sent such a panic through Shane Hollander, that he was willing to start his first ever fight on the ice. It had been wrong of Scott, even if he’d meant nothing by it.

He watched tensely as Rozanov gently shushed Shane, bringing him down to a calmer state… and he wondered then, how he could have possibly missed it all these years.

Now sitting in a tightly packed hotel room, he tries his absolute best not to stare at the display of affection in front of him.

Shane and Ilya are sat next to each other, chairs scooted as close as can be, a protective hand rested on Shane’s thigh.

“So. What is it you want to know?” Rozanov asks bluntly. Well he’s clearly wasting no time on pleasantries..

Scott looks at Kip nervously and thinks the question over.

What doesn’t he want to know? How did this start, how does this work, and how long have they been hiding?

His boyfriend probably has even more questions.

But seeing the look on Kip’s face tells him the responsibility of speaking will unfortunately fall on him first. He looks terrified, avoiding eye contact with Rozanov at all costs. And honestly, he doesn’t blame him. The defensiveness radiating off of him is unmistakeable.

“Well first i’d like to say we’re very sorry for intruding.” He decides on, tone as even and composed as possible.

Thankfully, it seems to work, because Scott sees Rozanov’s eyes soften slightly.

“It is alright, I was the one who opened door.” He acknowledges, loosening his grip on Shane, who also seems a bit more grounded.

Sat right across from the pair, Scott feels a light nudge at his arm. Kip makes quick eye contact, clearly wanting to say something.

Scott furrows his eyebrows, sparing Shane a brief look before bringing his eyes back to Rozanov. It really feels like he’s the one Scott is answering to, despite both of them sitting right there. Okay so I guess that’s the dynamic question answered then, not that he truly expected anything different…

“Do you want us to uh… leave you to it? Room service will probably be at our door soon anyway. We should probably get out of your hair, right Kip?” He looks at his boyfriend in a way that says ‘it’s time to go’.

Kip doesn’t seem to agree, a pleading look on his face.

Nosy.

“No, you can ask. Shane is okay now. Hmm?” Rozanov says, after a short moment of silence.

But Scott sees the undecided look on his face as his eyes flicker over to Shane, almost like a check in. Like a silent, ‘can I continue?’. It’s surprisingly sweet…

Some kind of unspoken agreement that he can’t quite place seems to happen, because soon Rozanov’s eyes make their way back to Scott and Kip.

Then, Shane finally speaks, momentarily shifting in his seat. He clears his throat slightly before bringing his attention to them.

“Me and Ilya really appreciate what you did. What you both did.”

“Yes.” Ilya adds.

What they did? What did they do…?

Oh. How could he forget. Scott’s impulsive decision to change NHL history.

He smiles awkwardly, nodding his head in solidarity.

It’s something he hadn’t considered in the moment, the impact he would have on other people. It was nice to hear someone say it, to understand how important that moment was for him.

That person being Shane Hollander wasn’t exactly what he expected, but now that he knew, it made a lot of sense.

“No worries man. We’re glad it helped.” He nods again, polite as ever.

He knows he’s acting stiff, but he doesn’t want to startle them… as if his brain thinks he might accidentally push them back into the closet.

But Kip seems to finally break, not able to contain his curiosity any longer.

“I’m sorry but wow… this is kind of crazy.” He exclaims, an awkward smile spreading across his face.

Scott’s eyes dart to him nervously.

Rozanov simply makes a confused face in response.

“What, you did not tell him about me?” He furrows his eye brows, looking shocked.

He sounds almost amused, like it’s the most obvious thing ever, Scott outing him without his permission. Truthfully he feels a bit offended that he thought Scott would do such a thing…

“No man, of course not.” He retorts with a shake of his head.

It probably comes out a bit aggressive if he’s being honest..

Ilya merely hums in response, taking in what he said.

“Is it… serious?” Scott asks tentatively, hoping he isn’t bringing up touchy subject.

Rozanov doesn’t seem like the type to go beyond casual hookups, but after seeing his display of softness towards Shane, he’s starting to think he may not know the man at all…

Rozanov doesn’t hesitate for a second before answering.

“We have been seeing eachother for eight years. So yes, probably.”

With absolutely zero delay Shane confirms his answer, like it hurts to wait even a second longer to clarify.

“Yes.” He interjects, voice stern.

For a second Scott thinks he may have heard them wrong. Serious is one thing… but eight years?? There’s absolutely no way…

That would mean before their fight, before rookie season, before the damn draft…

“Wow.” He huffs out with a cross of his arms.

He sees Rozanov’s hand protectively grasp onto Shane’s under the table. Scott watches his jaw tense slightly.

“Is why I told you. I could not… keep it to myself any longer.” He states honestly, looking almost… sad.

For a moment Scott swears there’s a solemn quality to his voice. He’s actually being honest, to him of all people… That definitely wasn’t what he was expecting when he entered the hotel room. Maybe more threats, jokes poking fun at him for utterly oblivious Scott had been… not this.

His poor boyfriend must be so confused right now…

Something in his chest begins to hurt. Looking at the man now, he doesn’t see Ilya Rozanov the snarky, sarcastic, hockey legend. He sees a kid. A lonely, vulnerable kid. Suddenly their age difference becomes very apparent to him.

He wonders if anybody else knew, apart from Shane of course…

Even then, as he gazes at the pair in front of him he realizes that despite the love they have for eachother being more than apparent, there’s no way they’ve been this serious for the entirety of the eight years.

He can’t imagine Rozanov was the type to open up immediately.

So he probably was… alone, that is, even with Shane in the picture.

And Shane… fuck that kid is such a control freak, that Scott is surprised they’ve even lasted this long.

Oh.

Yeah, maybe it’s time to apologize for their little disagreement.

If he doesn’t, the guilt will eat him alive.

He nods his head at Rozanov’s confession, before turning his attention to Shane.

“For the record kid, I really do need you to know I meant nothing with that… comment, all those years ago.” Scott furrows his eyebrows, choosing his words carefully.

For a second there’s a trace of confusion on Shane’s face, until his mouth opens in realization.

“It’s not a problem, really.” He assures, flashing a polite smile his way.

Scott has a feeling he isn’t telling the truth, not entirely at least. It must’ve shaken him up, considering his reaction.

“Still, I do apologize.” He repeats, mirroring Shane’s well-mannered expression.

Next to him, Kip lightly clears his throat.

“Comment?”

Scott sees a mortified expression wash over Shane’s face.

Rozanov seems to notice, because immediately his eyes light up in amusement.

“Yes Hunter, what is this unforgivable comment you have made I am very curious.” He questions playfully, leaning in closer like he’s in a gossip circle.

Shane lets out a tired sigh, dropping his face into his hands.

For a second Scoff thinks of doing him a service and keeping his mouth shut, but all maturity seems to evade him completely when he looks at the scheming smirk in front of him.

Unfortunately its very easy to be negatively influenced by Ilya Rozanov…

“I told him that he’s starting to sound like you. On the ice.”’He says carefully, doing his best to keep his own amusement at bay.

Rozanov’s eyes widen comically as he grasps onto his heart.

“Wow Shane I am hurt! You tried to break old man’s hip because he said we are similar? I did not think you viewed me, how do u say… in this light?” He laughs, attempting to peal Shane’s hands off of his face.

“Ilya!” He chastises, all patient seeping out of his voice.

Well, two can play at that game.

“Old man? Wow Rozanov, to think I was just starting to like you.” He retorts, grinning in their direction.

Ignoring Shane’s protests, Rozanov quips back immediately.

“Ah, do not worry Hunter, it is no problem. I will pay for hip replacement surgery, just send bill.”

The groan that escapes Shane is comical, giving Kip the initiative to join in.

“Well even with this hypothetical broken hip he beat you tonight Rozanov.”

Scott’s jaw nearly drops to the floor. He doesn’t know when his boyfriend got so brave, but the laugh he lets out does more than display his bewilderment.

“Alright alright let’s go get room service.” He concedes, clapping a hand against Kip’s cheek.

His boyfriend blushes at the contact.

Before they can make their escape, Rozanov doesn’t resist the urge to chirp at him one last time.

“Yes probably good, you need protein to fix weak bones yes? He shouts, earning him a smack on the shoulder from Shane.

“Goodbye Rozanov.”

They shut the door and look at each-other, before bursting out laughing.

Kip manages to catch his breath first.

“Just wow.”

Chapter End Notes

Would love feedback 😼 hope I did their dialogue justice I wasn’t sure during chap two :0