Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Cliff Marlow, Wyatt Hayes, Harris Drover, Brandon Wiebe, Troy Barrett

Additional Tags:

Ilya Rozanov is a Menace, Ilya Rozanov is Obsessed With Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov is a Little Shit, Ilya Rozanov pretends to be bad at english

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of Sincere Communication

Stats:

Published: 2026-01-26 Words: 1,095 Chapters: 1/1

Ilya Rozanov Says What He Means

Summary

5 times Ilya was honest about his feelings for Shane.

Notes

I don’t know how hockey is played. Sorry in advance for any glaring errors.

Cliff Marlow had been excited to join the Boston Bears for his rookie season. Getting to play with up and comer Ilya Rozanov on a team that was clearly returning to glory was everything he could dream of. 

It also didn’t hurt that Rozanov was fun as hell. He always knew where the hot chicks would be, he had a great car, cool Boston penthouse, and he could drink anybody, even Cliff, under the table despite being almost a head shorter than him. Roz was the life of the party. He made friends with everyone, fucked the most beautiful women in every city they went to, and he made people feel included, even people Cliff wouldn’t normally think twice about. 

Despite the press calling him an asshole, and the way he played on the ice, Ilya was easy to get along with as long as you didn’t challenge him in a competition, say anything bad about Russia, or mention the one person on earth who was sure to put Roz in a terrible mood: Shane Hollander.  

“I want to fuck him so hard” Roz growled under his breath in the team gym. 

They were both banging out cardio on the exercise bikes with ESPN on for background noise. Cliff glanced up and just as he suspected, there was Shane Hollander looking virtuous and uptight, being interviewed after a game. Sweat plastered his black hair to his head and his face was flushed, he was still wearing his pads. This must be a replay from the night before. 

“Fuck him up, Roz you want to fuck him up.” His new friend was usually pretty good at English, but sometimes he got slang hilariously wrong. 

“Is what I said. Fuck him all the way up and down so hard.” Rozanov gripped the handlebars of the bike with his giant hands until the rubber squeaked pathetically under them. 

“Just up. Not up and down, only up. Jesus.” 

“Is not Jesus, is Ilya. I will fuck him sideways. On a diagonal. I will laterally fuck his fucking ass.” 

“Laterally?”

“Is hockey term. Means across the body.” Ilya got off the bike and sauntered to the showers while gulping from his water bottle.  

“I know what lateral means,” Cliff yelled after him. They did lateral drills all the time, it just wasn’t a word Ilya said that much.  

On the screen, Shane Hollander was telling the reporter that their lateral strength had won the game for the Metros. When the reporter said something to imply that it was Shane who’d won, he did that insufferable little shrug that meant he knew it was him but didn’t want to brag. God, no wonder Roz hated this Boy Scout. 

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“I want to torture him. I want to bring him to the edge and watch him cry. Hot wet tears all over the ice. While everyone in Montreal watches me destroy their pretty golden boy”

“Seriously, Roz I know you hate the guy, but the things you say sound.. uh.. kinda…”

“Gay?”

“No, no, of course not. I would never imply. Not gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. You're just. Overly descriptive? When it comes to Hollander.”

“There are not enough words in whole English language to describe how I feel about Shane Hollander.”

“I know, buddy. I know.”

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“I want Shane Hollander to think of me tonight in his bed. I want him obsessed with how I pounded him today on the ice.”

“I think what the Captain is trying to say is that we're gonna beat the Metros so bad they run home and hide in their little beds to cower, right Cap?”

“Yes. In bed.”

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“I will pummel Hollander so hard tonight, he won't walk straight for four weeks, then I'll do it again in Boston. And once more in Montreal, and again at All Stars!”

Cliff looked up from where he was doing a final check on his gear. “You're on the same team for All Stars this year.” 

“Doesn't matter. Is same outcome.” 

Cliff shook his head fondly and started walking to the tunnel. “Sometimes I get the impression that you know exactly what you're doing when you say shit like that.” 

“I always know what I'm doing.” 

—————-

Ilya slammed Shane against the boards as he yelled “I’m going to ruin you tonight” into the side of Shane’s helmet at half volume, then took off at full speed after him when he was able to keep a hold of the puck despite the blow. 

They weaved in and out of the other men on the ice as if they were standing still, Ilya pulled out every dirty trick he knew to get ahold of Hollander and that puck, but every move he made, Shane had counter. Despite his best efforts, the puck flew into the net like the goalie wasn’t even paying attention. 

“I told you maniacs to take 10!” Coach Wiebe shouted from the side of the rink. “What the hell are you doing?!”

The rest of the Ottawa Centaurs were in various states of rest around the rink, the unfortunate goalie Shane scored on looking confused and a little terrified in the goal box.  

“I told my husband if he made goal before the rookie took his face shield off, that I would do that thing he likes, but that if I could stop him he would do my thing instead.” 

Hayes shouted “is it the same thing?” From the other goal 

Ilya laughed. “How did you guess?!”

Shane skated a lazy circle around his husband, laughing.

“Share with the class!” Troy shouted from where he’d been talking to Harris. 

“Do not share with the class!” Coach Wiebe yelled immediately after that. “This is still a workplace, even if our co-workers are acting like it’s a meat locker! 

“Uh guys, what’s a meat locker?” Asked the rookie 

“It’s where you go to pick up guys. Or girls, I guess.” Harris said

”Oh!” The rookie nodded, then paused, and said “Oohh, for sex, you mean!”  

“You thought was for lifting men above your head?” Ilya asked

The rookie shrugged, cheeks pink. 

“I guess sometimes you pick them up.” Ilya followed, pretending to be thoughtful. 

Shane hid his face in his gloved hands and sighed deeply. 

Harris looked inspired, and was about to say something when Coach Wiebe blew his whistle in one long, loud, ear-splitting blow. “Hockey, gentlemen! We are here to play hockey!! This conversation can continue on your own time!”

Everybody laughed and skated back onto the ice, ready to return to practice.