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:

Social Media, One Shot, Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), POV Outsider, Protective Ilya Rozanov, Drunk Shane Hollander, Car Trouble, TMZ (derogatory), valentines day, Established Relationship, Married Life, Twitter, inspired by those photos of cardi and steffan, inspired by that powder blue suit hudson wore bc omggggg, heed the ratings change, thigh fucking, Intercrural Sex, Blow Jobs, Drunk Sex, I Was Drunk When I Wrote This, Married Sex, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Ilya Rozanov, Biting

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of Out On The Town

Stats:

Published: 2026-02-19 Completed: 2026-04-04 Words: 2,320 Chapters: 2/2

Escalades and Bouquets

Summary

TMZ @TMZ
Hockey’s favorite lovebirds run into car trouble while out on the town for Valentine’s Day! Looks like love is still very much in the air! Photos attached:

-or-

Married Hollanov blow up twitter. Again.

(Now with an additional E-rated chapter!)

Notes

First fic for HR and first fic in this format! I've been around a long time, so it's really fun to try something new. Think this one will become a series if enough people like it. I wanna do the NicOlandria Nashville pics so bad lmaooooo

Edit 4/4:
Cleaned up the formatting and fixed some minor things!

Chapter 1

TMZ @TMZ

Hockey’s favorite lovebirds run into car trouble while out on the town for Valentine’s Day! Looks like love is still very much in the air! Photos attached: 

Photo 1:

[A black Escalade pulled over on the side of the road with its back doors open. The dome light is on, illuminating the interior of the vehicle and its occupants: A driver and Ottawa Centaurs stars Shane and Ilya Hollander-Rozanov. The Hollander-Rozanov’s are obviously both dressed for an event.]

Photo 2:

[A visibly tipsy and smiling Shane Hollander, dressed in a powder blue ensemble, is bent over, half in the back seat as if looking for something. There’s a large bouquet of roses lying across the seat. Ilya Rozanov is standing outside on the other side of the car holding his cell phone to his ear.]

↳Its Hole-ander actually @hollalujah

no this suit is crazy Shane looks tew gewd 😍

↳↳Jelly Belly @gearheadbi

i love all the jewelry he's been wearing lately!! Seems like he can finally be himself 

↳Hollander’s #1 Girl @allabout24 

drinking during the season? Rozanov is still the WORST influence I see

↳↳Shelly 🏒 @gearheadgirl 

yeah, Rozy taking his husband out on valentines and making sure he’s good?? Such a bad influence for sure

↳↳Dream Girl 🌈@dreamgurlevul 

oh no shanes having fun on a couple's holiday with husband how will we cope???

↳↳↳Jelly Belly @gearheadbi

will there be school????

↳Cents Stan @ centsoncentsoncents

oh my Shanie is TURNT live it up babes

↳No It IS That Serious 🏒 @hockeyismylife46 

Look at his sluttly lil scarf Shane Hollander i’m in your WALLS

↳↳ Shane Hollander’s left tit @lilylaughsart

And the EARING! When did Shane pierce his ears????/

↳↳↳No It IS That Serious 🏒@hockeyismylife46 

That earring is actually a crime against me specifically 😭 

↳Ex Montreal Stan @imonlyhereforhollander

See how we left Montreal and immediately glowed up?? Yup!

↳↳caecilia 🙂@caellysworld 

Got the man. Got the Cup. The dog. The house. Bitch I’d be smiling too

↳↳let my cens fight @ censgoaliestan 

revenge body revenge outfit revenge goals revenge husband—  

Hock-Tea😈 @HockTeaGossip

👀

Photo 1:

[Ilya Rozanov, obviously spotting the camera, has moved his body to block the view of Shane, hand raised to give the paparazzi the middle finger.]

↳No It IS That Serious 🏒 @hockeyismylife46 

oh he doesn’t playyyyyy honey

↳↳ally 🏒 @ allywallypally 

lmao Hollander has scary dog privilege for sure

↳Ra Ra Rozanov 🐻 @mrsraiders81 

and just like that I’m hot under the collar

↳↳ caecilia 🙂 @caellysworld

no fr fr 🥵🥵🥵

↳↳↳Boston FTW @ raidersforthwin

Rozanov greedy af I swear

Puck Buzz @puckbuzzgossip

Photo 1:

[A second black Escalade has pulled up. Ilya Rozanov has one hand on the door and the other on the back of Shane Hollander’s head, tucking him into the backseat. Shane is holding the bouquet, pink-cheeked and smiling as he slides into the backseat.]

↳Anya’s secret sister @allaboutthepuck

that smile….I see  you Shane

↳↳Its Hole-ander actually @hollalujah 

Ilya tearing that shit up i see. wish that was meeee

↳↳↳Anya’s secret sister @allaboutthepuck

Rozy got him smiling like that….baby we taking that cup home again #back2back

↳↳↳↳Cents Stan @centsoncentsoncents

taking right back! Cup isn't even going to leave Ottawa 

↳hollanov on top @itsashutout46

bouquet bigger than his HEAD God i see what you're doing for others

↳↳Its Hole-ander actually @hollalujah 

Ottawa's princess being treated right yup!! 

↳↳↳hollanov on top @itsashutout21

its what he deserves 

↳Ra Ra Rozanov 🐻 @mrsraiders81 

he'll punch your op on the ice and cover your head off it Ilya Rozanov the man you are

↳Cents Stan @centsoncentsoncents

he bought Shane flowers 🥹🥹🥹

↳↳No It IS That Serious 🏒 @ hockeyismylife46 

no because that makes me so emo Shane works so hard and how he gets to be pampered 

↳Suffering Montreal Fan @ gometrosgoiguess

every time im sad Shane left Montreal i see a picture like this of him smiling and I realize that man did not like us at alllllll 😭😭😭

↳↳missing the Holz @ metros4hollanov

no fr its so obvious in comparison 

↳↳↳Ex Montreal Stan @ imonlyhereforhollander

he always cheesin with the cens like…what were the metros doing to him in that lockerroom

↳↳↳↳ missing the Holz @ metros4hollanov

id be cheesin too if it got to win trophies with my man tf

↳↳↳↳↳Ex Montreal Stan @ imonlyhereforhollander

I think he liked us but def not like he loves the Cens

↳↳↳↳↳↳ let my cens fight @ censgoaliestan 

and the Cens love him we're never giving him back

↳No It IS That Serious 🏒 @hockeyismylife46 

the smile…Shane im on my knees 

↳↳Its Hole-ander actually @hollalujah 

girl get up before Rozanov beats ur ass

↳↳↳No It IS That Serious 🏒 @ hockeyismylife46 

See i’m into that though

Chapter 2: Bonus

Chapter Notes

A few people said I could add outtakes, and that's all it takes, lmaoooo. Heed the ratings change!

Their driver is speaking in rapid French. His voice is apologetic, though it doesn’t do them any good. The car is shaking a bit and moving at a snail’s pace as their driver looks for an opening to pull off into the emergency lane. Ilya kisses his teeth, annoyed.

Shane’s just drunk enough for none of this to bother him, Ilya thinks. He’s chatting back to their driver, his lips curling around the slightly familiar words. He looks so pretty. The wine has left him loose-limbed, with unfocused doe-eyes, and pretty, pretty pink, freckled cheeks. He’s wearing a pale powder-blue suit with a matching loose scarf pinned loosely around his neck. The matching suit jacket had been discarded the moment they’d climbed into the car; thrown across the seat, under the appropriately massive bouquet of roses Ilya had bought for their night out. Now, Ilya’s being treated to the truly enticing sight of Shane’s bare arms.

It’s Valentine's Day, and they're married, and Ilya gets to have this. He gets to take his husband out to dinner in public and hold his hand, kiss his cheek, and maybe his lips if Shane’s in a good mood (Ilya’s quite talented at getting him in a good mood). He never dreamed this could be possible.

So, of course, something had to go wrong. 

The car lurches to a stop, sending Shane’s phone flying out of his hand and under the front seat. 

“Shit!” Shane curses, already leaning forward to find his phone. Ilya taps the dome light above them, illuminating the Escalade’s interior. “I’m going to have to get out,” he says, a pout pulling at his pretty lips.

Ilya’s almost glad his husband’s a little drunk. Otherwise, he’d be fighting off a panic attack right now. Ilya leans over and kisses the side of his head before he undoes his own seatbelt and opens his door.

Immediately, it’s like being flashbanged. There are cameras everywhere, and people shouting at him in full volume. He holds up his hand, shielding his eyes from the flashing cameras. He’d seen a few paps at the restaurant, but not this many.

“Rozy, over here! Over here!”

“Hey, Roz, who gets to top tonight?”

“Shane? Shane, can you look over here?”

Ilya whips around. With the volume of their shouting, Ilya hadn’t heard Shane’s door open, but sure enough, there he is. He’s bent over to grab his phone, cheek pressed to the leather of the backseat. 

The image of Shane Hollander bent over the backseat of a luxury vehicle will not distract him right now.

He turns away, fishing his own phone out of his pocket, and dials the car service. He knows their driver has already called, but he needs them to move with a little bit more urgency.

“Shane! Shane, look this way! Show us your pretty face!”

“Fuck off!” Ilya shouts, moving to block their view of the doorway. He flips off another photag who’s trying to creep around to get a better shot. Harris will yell at him, he knows. So will Farah. Yuna, too, probably. Shane, when he’s sober.

It doesn’t matter. 

“Get back in the car, Shane,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Give me a sec,” Shane says back, still fumbling for his phone. “Got it!” He slides his arm free and stands back upright just as another slick black Escalade pulls up alongside them. Ilya’s already moving before it fully slows to a stop. Fucking finally. 

Shane has just enough time to grab his suit jacket and bouquet before Ilya pulls him by the hand to the second vehicle. He opens the backseat passenger door with one hand and guides Shane forward with the other. When Shane leans down to climb in, Ilya can’t resist sliding his fingers into the soft strands at the base of his neck, cupping the back of his head as he settles into his seat. Shane lets out one of those little breathless noises, eyelashes fluttering, and Ilya needs to get him home now. 

He slides in next to Shane and gestures for the driver to take off. 

Once they’re moving, Shane snags his hand and lifts it to his lips. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says before pressing another kiss to the palm of Ilya’s hand.

Ilya pulls his hand back quickly and rolls his shoulders, shaking loose the tension. He leans over, keeping his voice low (cars like this can have mics), and says, “I am not going to touch you in this car again. If I do, I won’t be able to stop, and we’ve had enough press for today, yes?”

If possible, Shane’s pupils dilate even more, his lips dropping open. Ilya shakes his head. He doesn’t know what Shane was going to say, but his mouth gets filthy when he’s drunk.

Shane’s eyes stay on him for the whole ride, his gaze getting hungrier the closer they get to home. When they’re rolling up the drive, Shane unpins and unwinds his scarf from his neck. 

“Hot,” he says as an explanation.

“Drunk,” Ilya counters with a laugh. 

The Escalade pulls into their driveway. 

“Stay,” Ilya commands as he opens his door and climbs out. He walks around to the other side of the cab and opens Shane’s door. Shane’s already grabbed his jacket and the bouquet by the time Ilya gets to him. He smiles bashfully as he steps down. 

“So polite,” he says, “such a gentleman.” 

Ilya can keep it together. Ilya will keep it together. He tips their driver generously and stays outside until his taillights disappear. When he turns back to the house, the porch light is already on.

Shane’s on him the moment he’s behind their front door. Ilya doesn’t even get the chance to lock it before Shane’s tongue is in his mouth, his fingers fumbling with Ilya’s belt. Ilya’s been hard for most of the night, to be honest, blood burning at the sight of Shane in his pretty blue outfit. He kisses Shane hungrily, saliva dripping down his chin as he moans into Shane’s mouth. 

Ilya barely gets the chance to catch his breath before Shane’s dropping to his knees in their entryway, yanking Ilya’s pants open just enough to pull his dick out. He buries his face against Ilya’s crotch, inhaling deep before taking one of Ilya’s balls into his mouth. 

“Fuck, Shane,” Ilya groans as Shane laps at his sac before dragging his tongue along the shaft of Ilya’s thick cock. “I knew you’d be hungry for it. Always are.” He grips the base of Ilya’s dick with one hand and swallows him down. It’s loud. Vulgar. There’s no finesse when Shane sucks him. Just lust. Just want. 

Ilya buries his fingers in Shane’s hair. Not to push. Just to hold on for the ride.

Fuck, he’s going to come. “Shane!” He cries. “Shane–Shane, get up here!” He pulls Shane off his dick by his hair. Shane whines, chasing the head of his cock with his tongue. Ilya almost relents when he sees those pretty pink lips, glossy with drool and precome. Shane has that look in his eyes, the dazed one he gets when he’s almost drunk on cock.   

“Ilya…,” he moans, and Ilya can’t help himself. He sinks down to meet him, swallowing Shane’s gasps in a bruising kiss. Fuck, he can taste himself on Shane’s lips, on his tongue.

Shane claws at the buttons of Ilya’s shirt until they pop before sinking his teeth into the meat of Ilya’s pec. Ilya swears violently before he shoves Shane onto his back and yanks his pants down his thighs.

“I want you so bad,” Shane gasps. “I need you. Ilya, I need you, please,” he pleads. Ilya rushes to turn Shane onto his side, sidling up behind him. He spits generously into his palm before slicking up his cock and sliding between the meat of Shane’s thick thighs. 

Shane whines while Ilya twists his hips, pressing kiss after kiss to his neck. He mouths at the flesh. He can have this. Can leave marks. Can have and love Shane openly. 

Shane pants, rocking back against him. Ilya wets his hand again before tugging at Shane’s hard cock. He’s not gentle, roughly thumbing the head of Shane’s dick until he squeals.

“Ilya!” 

“So pretty,” Ilya says lowly, jacking Shane’s cock. “Always so pretty for me. No wonder they wanted to take so many pictures. But I wouldn’t let them. You dressed up for me, so only I get to see this. Only I get to see you.”

“Only you,” Shane echoes, and he rolls his hips with Ilya’s. His thighs tighten around Ilya’s cock, a high whine leaving his lips as he cums, spilling across the floor. He keeps rocking his hips into Ilya’s fist, pulsing his thighs around Ilya’s dick.

“Come for me, Ilyusha,” he says breathily. 

Who is Ilya to disobey him? 

White heat races up his spine, his gut tightening as he paints Shane’s thighs white, pulse after pulse. He groans against Shane’s neck, hips twitching. 

Shane’s hand covers his where it sits against his hip.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says again, quiet and just for the two of them. Ilya kisses the back of his neck. They’ll have to get up soon. Even drunk, Shane won’t tolerate the mess for long.

But for now?

For now, Ilya gets to have this. 

Chapter End Notes

Anya is at Yuna and David’s lmao.

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