Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Riding, Smut, Anal Sex, Condoms, Established Relationship, Timeline What Timeline, Topping from the Bottom, Bottom Shane Hollander, Top Ilya Rozanov, POV Ilya Rozanov, Unsafe Sex

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of all dwk heated rivalry fics

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my fav gay hockey players

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Published: 2026-01-09 Words: 1,139 Chapters: 1/1

one fear

Summary

Ilya Rozanov is not scared of many things.

But there are just some things that are ingrained in a person, instincts that will never let go.

Growing up, there were many things that were drilled into his head, and one of those was to not be stupid with the girls he was sleeping with.

Did he want to become a father at fifteen? Fuck no. Condoms, every time. No matter what she said or how horny he was. And he stuck with that rule, did his damndest to always be prepared.

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aka the condom breaks mid-sex

Notes

hello, my friend juni gave me an idea and i wanted to write some porn. i wrote it in an hour so it's not picasso but still fun i think. idk please enjoy!

Ilya Rozanov is not scared of many things. 

Either he will endure, or he won’t. Especially now that he lives in Canada, that he has no reason to return to Russia, that there’s no father or brother waiting to strike—the pressure of fear has lifted from his shoulders. Maybe not entirely, but enough. Ilya doesn’t live his life scared anymore.

But there are just some things that are ingrained in a person, instincts that will never let go.

Growing up, there were many things that were drilled into his head, and one of those was to not be stupid with the girls he was sleeping with. 

Did he want to become a father at fifteen? Fuck no. Condoms, every time. No matter what she said or how horny he was. And he stuck with that rule, did his damndest to always be prepared.

It’s different with Shane, of course. Everything is. The weight of him in Ilya’s lap, his hard-won muscles and his thick thighs that clench around Ilya’s body like a vice—his cock, a dripping, begging thing between their stomachs, searching for friction against Ilya’s belly button—his hole, so tight around Ilya, no matter how much prep they do, even if Ilya fucks him every day and keeps him plugged up.

Some things are the same. Shane’s moans go high and breathy when Ilya’s cock presses up and against his prostate. His body moves in the same way, rolling hips that make Ilya feel insane; a hand pressed against his stomach for leverage as Shane pulls off and bounces back down; dirty grinding circles that end with bruises in the shape of Ilya’s fingers on Shane’s flesh.

It’s been too long since they’ve seen each other. Ilya has been gagging for it for months, his own hand and either the memories or video calls of Shane not nearly enough. 

As soon as they got into Shane’s apartment, Ilya was on him, kissing and kissing and biting until neither of them could breathe. 

“Let me suck your cock, Hollander,” Ilya had said, pressing Shane into his own bedroom door, both wanting the weight of it on his tongue and desperately needing a moment so he didn’t cum in his pants like an idiot.

“No,” Shane panted, and Ilya froze slightly, his heartbeat pounding in his dick. Shane blinked at him once, his face so beautifully pink and his eyes glazed. “I mean—not no. I have a better idea.”

“I like your ideas.”

“Yeah, you’ll love this one. Get on the bed.”

He did, stripping off all of his clothing on the way, gripping his cock tightly to stave off the orgasm that wanted to come just from being here—in this room, naked and loved—with Shane. 

Shane followed. He laid on top of Ilya like a blanket, their cocks brushing, their chests heaving. He only broke away to reach into the drawer, pulling out the nearly-empty bottle of lube and—

“What the hell,” Shane muttered, aggrieved. Standing on his knees, he leant even further forward to reach into the drawer. Ilya held his hips, staring dazedly at the way Shane’s pecs were beginning to shine with sweat. Whatever he was looking for, Ilya didn’t care at all.

And then he did. 

There was only one condom left. Just barely big enough for Ilya—the right size for Shane, who isn’t small—and almost definitely expired. 

“We could…,” Shane offered, his blush spreading down his neck. His cock twitched between them. “If you want?”

“Yes,” Ilya said, taking the condom. He’d made do with less.  “We’ll try it.”

Shane swallowed. “Yeah, okay. Just, hurry up.”

He did, sliding it onto his length with practiced ease. It didn’t quite cover everything, but this is Shane, and yes it was a bit too small, but that only helped him keep from shooting off right away. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just a feeling he was aware of, and even that melted away as soon as he slid inside Shane.

Which leads them to this moment—Ilya nearly suffocating in the thousand pillows, his whole body a taut line, his feet nearly scrabbling on the sheets as Shane rides him like a horse. 

“Fuck, Shane,” Ilya almost whines, hips rabbitting up in small, unconscious thrusts. 

Shane doesn’t let them disrupt his rhythm, just goes along with it, fucking down harder on him. “Feels good?” He asks with a breathy laugh, his dark eyes blazing above Ilya. “Not too tight?”

Shane, or the condom? It doesn’t matter. The answer is the same.

“No, fuck no.” Ilya’s whole body feels inflamed, like he’s two seconds away from cumming. “Fuck, you are so hot inside. I—”

“You are too,” Shane whimpers, his eyes falling shut. He looks so beautiful, so fucked out, that it all rushes up on Ilya at once.  

“I’m going to cum,” Ilya gasps, thrusting up harder now.

“Not yet,” Shane says roughly, using his hand on Ilya’s stomach to hold him down. He lifts his hips, clenching around Ilya like the evil sex demon he is, and of course Ilya can’t do anything but let his eyes drift down—to look at where he and Shane are connected, where he is inside of the man he loves so much—

“Fuck,” Ilya spits, almost sitting up before Shane’s hand stops him.

Shane blinks out of the haze a little, letting himself fall back into the cradle of Ilya’s hips. Ilya wants to grab him, lift him off, but then Shane is asking, “What’s wrong? Too much?” and touching Ilya’s face with gentle fingers.

“Shane,” he says lowly, “the condom broke.”

For a moment, there’s silence, charged with sex and confusion.

Then Shane laughs. He laughs right in Ilya’s face. His thumb brushes over his cheekbone, his fingers tangling in whatever curls they can reach. 

He says, “So?”

“So?” Ilya repeats. No one has ever reacted like this to the condom breaking—there’s been panic, annoyance, flirting while they replaced it. Never—so?

“Is it uncomfortable? Just take it off, then, and we can get back to it. I’m not done with you.”

“But….” 

He and Shane have never not used a condom. Ilya resigned himself to this long ago, knowing Shane didn’t like the mess it could create to go bare. In this moment, though, Shane doesn’t look upset. He looks horny and amused, his hips rocking again.

“You are okay with this?” Ilya has to ask, has to check. 

“Yes. I actually, huh, I want to know what it feels like when…,” he lets out another huffy laugh, squeezing Ilya’s cock like he’ll never let him go again. Embarrassment lingers in his face but he doesn’t shy away when he says, “I want to make you cum, and I want to feel it.”

“Oh god,” Ilya says, and comes.