Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander

Additional Tags:

Masturbation, Sex Toys, Anal Play, Soft Dom Ilya Rozanov, Fluff and Smut, Shane Hollander is paranoid as hell, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Sexual Fantasy, Feelings Realization, Porn with Feelings, Pre-Relationship, Crying During Sex, Overstimulated Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Has a Dildo

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-04-14 Words: 1,751 Chapters: 1/1

A Thing

Summary

After their first hookup, Shane realizes Ilya is going to want more from him eventually. He should be ready.

OR

Shane buys a dildo and it’s Ilya’s fault.

Notes

I started this way back in November the very first time I watched this scene, and I finally got around to finishing it.

I hope you enjoy!

July 2010. Room 1410

The door clicks shut behind Ilya, leaving Shane alone with his thoughts. His head tips back against the headboard with a low thump as he blows out a long breath. 

That was…wow. He waits a few moments for his heart rate to even out, then finally drags himself out of bed and into the shower.

He catches himself humming as he washes his hair, a dazed smile lingering until a thought catches him off guard. If they keep doing this, Rozanov is going to want to fuck him eventually, right? So he needs to be ready. 

Shane finishes his shower quickly, wrapping a towel around his waist hastily before sitting in front of his laptop. 

He shoves down the dirty bad wrong feeling in his gut and tells himself he’s just being practical. There’s nothing wrong with that. 

He opens an incognito window and Googles “male sex toy”, which is… a lot. He clicks the shopping tab and scrolls past cock rings,  fleshlights, prostate massagers, and what appears to be a very sparkly rainbow dildo. 

He keeps scrolling, then pauses on a  black dildo with gold marbling. Shane’s mouse lingers over the picture for a moment too long before he comes to his senses. 

No. He is not buying a dildo in Raiders colors. 

He’d rather the rainbow one. 

He backs out and types in “normal dildo for men”. These results are better, mostly flesh tones or one solid color. 

He finally clicks on a dark blue curved dildo, the realistic veins on the flesh-colored ones kind of freak him out. 

He scrolls through the product page and finds the dildos dimensions. 8 inches should be good, right? He didn’t exactly have a ruler out earlier to check, but this seems pretty close to Rozanov’s size. 

After one last glance at the reviews, Shane adds the dildo to his cart along with a large bottle of water based lube and toy cleaning wipes, then starts the checkout process as a guest. The 5-7 business day delivery window is fine, he won’t be traveling again for another few weeks. 

But what if the package gets delayed? What if he’s not here to get it and his cleaning lady sees it? Or worse, his mom. The website says everything comes in discreet packaging, but he can’t risk it. 

Going into a sex shop in person is definitely out of the question, so he thinks through his options and decides the best approach is to have the package held at the Canada Post office so he can pick it up himself and hope the packaging doesn’t give anything away. 

6 business days later 

Shane hurries into his bedroom, locking the door behind him even though he lives alone and he knows the cleaner isn’t scheduled for today. He takes a deep breath and lets himself get a good look at the dildo for the first time. It’s a little intimidating, if he’s honest, which really sucks considering he’s almost certain Rozanov is bigger now that he’s seeing eight inches up close.  

He sets the lube and dildo on top of his duvet and undresses, folding each item into a neat pile on the nightstand before he lays in the middle of the mattress. With a deep breath he reaches for the dildo, then stops. He should be hard first, right? In the few videos he’s watched the guys are always hard before they use any toys. 

He exhales slowly, closing his eyes as he feels his body relax into the mattress. He starts by palming one of his pecks lazily for a few moments, just getting used to the touch. 

Heat creeps up his neck when he thinks about who touched him like this last. Rozanov’s hand on his chest, fingers digging in as he took him deeper into his throat.  Shane exhales sharply, his hand drifting from his chest to his now very interested dick. 

After a few tentative strokes Shane grabs the lube, pouring too much into his hand before tossing it aside. 

As he strokes himself, he imagines what Rozanov would do if he was here. Maybe he would be sweet, checking in on him to make sure Shane was alright before fucking him with the dildo slow and deep until he came all over himself. 

Or maybe he would be kind of an asshole, cooing at Shane with fake sweetness if he seemed like he was nervous he might not be able to take it. “Poor thing, is too much?”, he would tease.

His dick jerks in his hand at the thought, and he quickly squeezes the base firmly to keep himself from coming too fast. 

Once he’s confident he's calmed down, he picks up the dildo and just stares at it. It’s fine. He’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with wanting this. He gave in to wanting Rozanov, and that had really paid off. 

Shane preps himself carefully, using copious amounts of lube as he stretches himself, slowly working up to three fingers. 

Once he feels ready, he slicks up the dildo and nudges the head against his hole. He sucks in a deep breath and pushes until the head breaches him, sliding in slowly so he can adjust. 

He pauses once the toy is all the way in and focuses on his breathing, letting himself get used to the feeling of being full. After a few moments he drags the toy out then back in a few inches a few times, testing the sensation. 

It’s weird. He doesn’t really understand what all the hype is about. The guys in the videos he’s watched have to be faking. This doesn’t feel bad, but it’s by no means good. He’s about to give up when he remembers the articles he read in preparation. Because of course he did research.

If you fail to plan, you plan to fail. And Shane does not fail, especially when it comes to sex with Rozanov. 

He slowly fucks the dildo out then back in, angling up until he feels a bolt of electricity shoot straight through his dick. 

“Oh my-fuck”, Shane whimpers, completely overwhelmed. He readjusts his grip on the base of the toy and sets an agonizingly slow pace, making sure to keep it angled up. This is-it’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before. 

Suddenly all he can think about is getting fucked by a real cock. Rozanov’s. Fuck. Rozanov. He would feel so hot and hard and big inside him. 

Rozanov would start slow, matching the drag in and out that Shane’s setting for himself now. He’d hover over him, a soft little ‘is okay?’ murmured between them before he swoops down and kisses him breathless. 

He would nod and moan helplessly into Rozanov’s mouth, one hand tangled into the golden curls at the base of his neck, the other grasping at the rippling muscles of his back. 

“Look at you”, Rozanov would murmur, low and rough, swiping a thumb over Shane’s cheekbone, following the path of his freckles up over his nose. 

Shane would blush, looking up at him with a shy smile, meeting his piercing blue gaze. 

“That’s it, taking me so well”, Rozanov would hum, almost to himself, before licking back into Shane’s mouth for a deep, filthy kiss. 

Shane fucks himself harder, the way Rozanov would, his gold cross swinging between them with each thrust. If he really tries he can almost feel Rozanov’s grip on his hip, pulling him further onto his cock with each thrust. 

“Please”, Shane whispers out loud, so deep inside his fantasy that there’s no room to be embarrassed. 

“Please, what?”, Rozanov would ask, slowing his pace. “Use your words.” He’d look down at Shane like it actually mattered to him what he wanted. Like he would do absolutely anything Shane asked of him right now. 

“I-”, Shane breathes, ragged and uneven. “Just-please. I need to come”, he begs, head thrown back into the pillow helplessly. 

Rozanov would give in immediately, shifting his hips and setting a punishing pace, reaching down to palm Shane’s leaking cock with the same speed. 

It’s too much, the sudden stimulation pulls a broken whine from his throat, his breath catching as his hand falters on his cock. His eyes burn, one stray tear slipping down his cheek as he struggles to suck in a breath. 

He imagines Rozanov wiping it away with his thumb, gazing down at him with such tenderness that Shane’s heart flutters. 

“You’re okay”, he murmurs, running a soothing hand over Shane’s sternum. “Just let me take care of you, hm?”

Shane nods wordlessly, his eyelids fluttering shut as tension in his chest starts to ease, replaced by the fierce need for release. 

“You’re so hot, Hollander”, Rozanov rumbles. “Your hole is so fucking perfect. Can’t wait to come inside you.”

His words light a fire in Shane, and with one last, hard thrust from the dildo he feels his muscles seize and then he’s coming so hard the edges of his vision blur.

Shane nearly wails when he comes, his orgasm all- consuming. It’s a scorching heat low in his belly that leaves him shuddering with the intensity of it-Ilya’s name slipping from his lips before he can catch it. 

If Rozanov were here, he would pepper kisses over Shane’s face and tell him how good he was for him, how proud he is of him for taking his cock like a champ. 

A warm, damp rag would be dragged over his stomach gently, wiping away his release as Shane grins up at the ceiling like an idiot, still buzzing from his orgasm. 

Rozanov would pull him close and run his fingers through his still damp hair soothingly, his heartbeat lulling Shane to sleep, his head pillowed on his chest. 

The fantasy vanishes as the haze of his orgasm clears, replaced with a quiet, uneasy emptiness as he carefully slides the dildo out. 

He finds himself wishing Boston and Montreal played each other more often while he meticulously cleans the toy, realizing that fantasy Rozanov never got to come. 

January 2011. Room 1221

“Shut up, fuck. I’m trying to say I have a thing. Ok?” 

“A thing”,  Ilya repeats, confused. 

“A dildo.”

“What color?”

“Fuck you,”  Shane scoffs. 

“Is big?”

“I’m leaving” 

“No Hollander, I have an idea”, Ilya pouts. 

“What?”, Shane asks, annoyed.

“Online. I saw a kit that lets you make your dick into dildo. Could hold you over until the next time I see you.”