Rating:

Not Rated

Archive Warning:

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Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Montreal Voyageurs | Montreal Metros Team Ensemble (Game Changers), Boston Bears | Boston Raiders Team Ensemble (Game Changers)

Additional Tags:

Drunk Shane Hollander, Dancer Shane Hollander, Possessive Ilya Rozanov, Inappropriate use of the concept of hat tricks, Relationship Reveal, Shane Hollander is a Tease, Shane Hollander manages to pull (his boyfriend), Supportive Montreal Voyageurs | Montreal Metros, Supportive Boston Bears | Boston Raiders (Game Changers)

Language:

English

Series:

Part 4 of Everyone Finds Out Eventually (Standalone Fics)

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Published: 2026-06-07 Words: 2,177 Chapters: 1/1

Three Drink Shane

Summary

Shane’s face lit up with recognition at the song. “Oh, wait, I like this one!”
Ilya watched in amused confusion as Shane stood suddenly and followed a bunch of Metros onto the dance floor. The remaining Metros hooted and hollered after him.
Hayden grinned at the sight. “Right on the dot, three drink Shane.”
Ilya looked at Hayden with an inquisitive look. “Three drink Shane?”
Hayden nodded sagely. “We’ve only seen it twice. Because he hardly ever drinks and rarely more than one drink. But three drink Shane likes to dance.”

Notes

Is Shane and the Metro's wildly out of character in the fic? Maybe.
Do I care? No.
Why? Because I wanted to see Shane be a slut on the dance floor and have the Metros not be fucking dicks about it.

Jane: Team is dragging me out for drinks

Jane: I will just have one drink then slip away

Jane: I will see you at my place after?

Jane: You can let yourself in. I’ll try to be quick, I promise

Lily: Enjoy time with team

Lily: You must celebrate sexy hat trick

Lily: You must have three drinks for all three goals

Lily: Besides, I have to stay late to talk to coach

Lily: And my team wants to go out

Lily: We must drown our sorrows after loss

Jane: Oh, okay

Jane: I’ll still see you tonight?

Lily: Yes

Lily: I have to get my hat trick

Jane: ??

Jane: We just finished a game and you don’t have another game until next week

Lily: Hat trick is the three orgasms I will give you tonight

Jane: Fuck

Jane: Yes, please

Lily: Go have fun with team

Lily: Then come home to have fun with me ;)

“Hollander!” JJ’s voice called out impatiently. “Get your head out of your phone and come on! We’re all going!”

Shane locked his phone and slid it into his jeans. “Right, I’m coming.”

“Fucking right!” JJ cheered, slapping him on the shoulder, the rest of the team joining in their victorious cheers at getting Shane to finally agree to join them at the club to celebrate their win against Boston. 

Hayden sidled up next to him and asked him with a playful nudge in his side. “Is Lily going to be okay without you for a few more hours?”

Shane blushed and swallowed. “Yeah, Lily’s busy for a bit anyways. Said I should go out. We’ll meet up after.”

Hayden grinned at him. “You could invite Lily to join us, if you want.”

Shane shook his head with a bashful smile and deflected with, “We should go, I think JJ might murder us if we delay the convoy any longer.”

They looked up to confirm that JJ was impatiently glaring them down as they were the last stragglers out of the locker room.

The group made the pilgrimage to the club that was two blocks from the stadium. They quickly took over a VIP area. Mitty bought first round, which was how Shane found himself making a face after knocking back his first shot, which earned him a round of cheers as if he had scored a trick shot.

“Fucking hell! Hollander is drinking tonight!” someone called out.

“A friend suggested I should drink one for each goal,” Shane said as the alcohol hit his blood stream and immediately loosen his lips.

“A friend?” Hayden asked with eyebrows raised.

Shane grinned at him. Hayden chuckled and smiled back at him. 

“Oh, man, am I going to see three drink Shane tonight?” Hayden asked with an amused chuckle. 

Shane attempted to wiggle his eyebrows at his friend, but just managed to raise and lower them in a jerky fashion.

“Heads up!” Hayden called to the group. “Captain is getting drunk tonight!”

“Fuck yeah!” everyone called in response and another round of shots was ordered in a very efficient fashion.

Renauld insisted on retelling the glory of Shane’s second goal that night before Shane nocked back the second shot of the night.

Shane started leaning a bit into Hayden’s side as the alcohol hit him.

“Oh fuck no!” Berkes called out, standing up in a sudden defensive stance.

“What?” Shane slurred out the question.

“Raiders are here,” he said.

Shane whipped his head to catch sight of a bunch of Boston Raiders standing hesitant at the threshold of their area, having just realized that they had stumbled into the same club as the Metros. Shane’s eyes locked onto Ilya’s hesitant gaze instantly. He was soooo pretty.

“Rozanov!!!” Shane shouted. He made a drunken ‘come here’ gesture.

Ilya’s feet seemed to be glued where he stood, watching Shane with uncertain eyes.

“Come on! You have to buy next round, loser!”

An incredulous laugh escaped Ilya, which seemed to be enough to mobilize him to step toward the intimidating group of Metros who were in the middle of dropping their intimidating glares in favor of staring at their captain in stunned expressions.

Marlow flanked Ilya, looking ready to jump in to defend his captain at the first sign of trouble. Connors, St-Simon and Carmichael lining up right behind him.

“Hollander,” Ilya greeted with an amused smirk. “You are drunk.”

“Almost,” Shane said. “I need one more for my hat trick. You’re buying.”

Ilya grinned. He caught the attention of a passing bartender to order rounds of shots for both teams.

The Raiders squeezed into the empty spots and Ilya found himself wedged between Couillard and Wilson, across from Shane.

“Do you miss it?” Shane asked Ilya as a shot was set in front of him. 

Ilya raised his eyebrows at Shane in question. “Miss what?”

“Remembering what it was like to win? It’s been a very long time for you.”

Ilya’s jaw dropped, incredulous at Shane’s drunken chirp.

“I won against Florida on Tuesday,” Ilya challenged.

“Pftt,” Shane blew out dismissively. “Florida is a shit team this year, half their roster is on IR. Ottawa could beat Florida this year. I beat you the last three games we’ve played. Another hat trick.” Shane threw his head back and downed his third shot before grinning at Ilya victoriously.

Ilya drank his shot. “A lot of hot talk for the second best player in the league.”

“Fuck you,” Shane said, but his grin gave him away that there was no heat behind the retort. 

The music changed to a popular song and the crowd started screaming in excitement as half the club spilled onto the dance floor.

Half of the table stood up to join the movement. 

Shane’s face lit up with recognition at the song. “Oh, wait, I like this one!”

Ilya watched in amused confusion as Shane stood suddenly and followed a bunch of Metros onto the dance floor. The remaining Metros hooted and hollered after him.

Hayden grinned at the sight. “Right on the dot, three drink Shane.”

Ilya looked at Hayden with an inquisitive look. “Three drink Shane?”

Hayden nodded sagely. “We’ve only seen it twice. Because he hardly ever drinks and rarely more than one drink. But three drink Shane likes to dance.”

Ilya’s jaw dropped and he could barely conceal his excitement as his eyes searched and found Shane on the dance floor. Ilya thought that he had seen every version there was to see of Shane Hollander, but this sight made his knees so weak that it was a good thing he was already sitting down.

Shane’s eyes were closed as he swayed side to side, his hips undulating in a tantalizing way that made Ilya half hard. His hand ran from his neck and dragged down his pecs in the same way that Ilya recognized from when he would touch himself in front of Ilya. Fuck.

Ilya had always assumed that Shane would be an awkward dancer, but he was fucking amazing at it, like he was at everything he did. He was sex incarnate on the dance floor. 

Ilya gulped hard and reached over to steal an abandoned shot on the table, nocking it back as he watched Shane politely reject a woman in a skimpy dress try to dance with him. When Shane’s shoulder bumped into JJ, Ilya watched with a flare of jealousy as Shane turned to dance with JJ, rocking his hips much too close to the other player for Ilya’s comfort.

Ilya didn’t even realize he had stood until he was halfway across the club, eyes locked on Shane, who now had his hands draped over JJ’s shoulders as they danced together. JJ threw his head back and whooped excitedly that Shane was letting loose. Several nearby players cheered them on and laughed. 

Ilya was happy that Shane’s team had handled him coming out a couple of months ago well, but this was unacceptable.

Ilya forced his way through the undulating bodies in his way until he was right behind Shane. He crowded close and synced his hips with Shane’s rocking hips. His hands slid over Shane’s hips possessively. 

Shane glanced over his shoulder to see who was behind him and gave a loopy grin seeing that it was Ilya. He leaned back into Ilya’s body, slowly drifting away from JJ, whose eyebrows raised into his hairline as he clocked who had pulled Shane away from him.

“You good, Cap?” JJ leaned forward to shout into Shane’s ear over the cacophony of noise.

Shane grinned and nodded before turning to face Ilya properly, throwing his arms around Ilya’s neck.

“Hi you,” Shane slurred into Ilya’s ear.

“You dance too sexy,” Ilya complained. “I could not let you dance with anyone else.”

“Mmm, only you,” Shane agreed, undulating his body along Ilya’s in an unquestioningly lewd manner.

“Fuck, Hollander,” Ilya cursed as their erections brushed against each other. 

“We should get off the dance floor before they start to suspect,” Ilya said sagely, even though his hand traitorously squeezed Shane’s body closer to him.

“Mmm, noooo,” Shane countered with the wisdom of three drinks guiding him. “I’ve always wanted to dance with you.”

Ilya dropped his forehead against Shane’s in agony as Shane shimmied against him. “Fuck, me too.”

“They will see us,” Ilya countered, feeling the need to caution Shane against outing them while he was drunk. “They are seeing us.”

“Mmm, don’t care,” Shane said and buried his fingers into Ilya’s curls in a way that made Ilya’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

“They will find out,” Ilya breathed, his last ditch attempt at being the responsible one.

“We were gonna tell them anyway," Shane said boldly, which was true. His team's reception to finding out that Shane was gay and had started a charity with Ilya had gone surprisingly well. "Let them see," Shane grunted as he gripped Ilya’s hair in his fist and yanking his head to the side and latching his mouth to Ilya’s neck to suck on the exposed skin. Shane grinned against Ilya’s neck at the strangled moan that escaped Ilya, swallowed up by the noise of the club.

The last of Ilya’s attempts at restraint snapped in that moment. Surrounded by a circle of Raiders and Metros, Ilya grabbed Shane’s face in his hands and dragged his lips from his neck so he could shove his tongue into Shane’s willing mouth. Shane’s body melted against him.

“Holy shit!” JJ shouted, drawing the attention of the initially oblivious crowd of players around them.

A ripple of shocked mutterings flowed through various players before an overwhelming woop from Marlow set off a cacophony of cheers from both sides.

Shane clung desperately to Ilya, fisting the back of his shirt while he attacked Ilya’s mouth with a fervor that stunned his onlooking team.

They broke apart with a gasp, coming up for air. Ilya grinned into Shane’s mouth. “I think we have been caught.”

Shane laughed and leaned so his lips were right next to Ilya’s ears. “Take me home.”

Ilya pulled back to look into Shane’s hungry eyes. “Fuck,” he breathed and nodded numbly.

Shane grabbed Ilya’s hand firmly and started dragging him off the dance floor, forcing the hive of Metros and Raiders to part for them. A sea of slacked jaws surrounded them on all sides.

“Fuck, Capitaine managed to pull!” JJ called out approvingly.

“It’s fucking Rozanov!” another Metro player complained.

“A pull is a pull!” JJ countered proudly.

Ilya just grinned as he let himself be dragged off the dance floor by his very horny boyfriend. He only hoped that Shane wouldn’t regret this in the morning when he sobered up. But Ilya was too happy to put a stop to what was happening.

Hayden placed himself at the lip of the dance floor where they emerged from the throng of bodies. His eyebrows raised at them like a disapproving parent, his arms crossed.

“Shane buddy,” Hayden said. “You sure about this? Didn’t you have plans with Lily tonight?”

“Yeah,” Shane said, sounding annoyed at having to waste his time on this conversation instead of being on his way to getting his first of three promised orgasms. “That’s what I’m planning on doing.” 

At Hayden’s confused expression as he glanced between him and Ilya, Shane added, “You said that it was cool for Lily to join tonight.” He held up Ilya’s hand and gave it a little wiggle in Hayden’s direction.

Hayden’s eyes widened. “Fuck, you’re Lily.”

Ilya grinned at Hayden. “And you are fifteenth best player on team.”

Hayden’s mouth opened to shoot back a retort, but Shane cut them both off by shooting a glare at Ilya and snapping, “Do you want to fuck with Hayden or do you want to come back to my place to fuck me?”

“You,” Ilya said quickly. “Let’s go. Yes, now. Bye bye, Hayden.” Ilya was now the one dragging Shane out of the club, leaving behind a club full of stunned Metros and Raiders.