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Teen And Up Audiences

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M/M

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Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types

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Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike

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Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike, Jackie Pike

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A Summer With Hayden Fest 2026

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Published: 2026-07-10 Words: 4,460 Chapters: 1/1

It would be hot, right?

Summary

Shane and Hayden kiss because Jackie thinks it would be hot. The video gets posted online and burns down twitter.

Notes

Written for A Summer with Hayden Fest

Prompt:

Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike

Humor; bicurious hayden where he's still with jackie but she gives them the ok to kiss bc she's like yeah that's hot and it leaks and stan twitter and ilya explode

Hayden couldn’t tell if this party was going well. He and J.J. had been invited to the Centaur’s party after their game against Montreal, which was a relief since Hayden spent as little time as possible with the Montreal team these days. Jackie had tagged along as well since it was the first time all month that they’d been able to visit Shane and Ilya, and her parents had been available to watch the kids.

Hayden hadn’t been intending on getting drunk in the backyard of an opposing player, but the Centaur’s goalie had brought his first ever attempt at a home-brew hard cider, which in complete defiance of the laws of nature had turned out to have an alcohol level higher than anyone was expecting and had left everyone who’d been politely partaking in it on the wrong side of tipsy. Which was, he assumed, why one of the Centaur’s players, from his place laying on the ground, gestured between Hayden and Shane. “You two ever make out?”

Shane rolled his eyes. “No. Why would anyone think that?” Shane was half sprawled over Rozanov, which couldn’t be blamed on the alcohol because those two were always all over each other. Ilya had been sitting on Shane’s lap when they’d both been on the bench during a break in play at one point. It was ridiculous enough that Hayden kind of wished the league would pass one tiny homophobic rule against PDA. Except Hayden would obviously have to protest a rule like that, so maybe not. Hayden contemplated the bottle of evil cider that had short circuited his brain, then took another sip.

“Neither of you ever requested your own room for road trips,” J.J. pointed out, unhelpfully. “On what other team does the captain have to share a room?”

“I like my routines,” Shane said. “And the Ottawa captain has to share now, I’ve heard.” He looked way too smug for someone who was bragging about sharing a hotel room with his own husband.

Truth be told, Hayden had never complained about the sharing arrangement because he liked having other people around. The silence of empty spaces got to him. It was a lesson he’d learned when he was all of nineteen and had gotten his own place on his first MLH paycheck. He’d wound up finding any excuse at all not to spend time there. He’d begged Jackie to move in with him a week after they’d started dating, but she’d waited three months first to be sensible.

“Hayden has a massive crush on Shane,” Rozanov said.

“I do not,” Hayden said.

“How do you know if you’ve never kissed?” The goalie, the source of all the bad cider trouble, said.

“You don’t have to kiss someone to know if you have a crush on them,” Shane said.

“It would be hot though, right?” Jackie said.

Hayden turned to her, betrayed. “Jackie?”

“You and Shane making out.” She fanned herself with her hand. “You should do it for me, babe. Like drunk sorority girls making out to impress their boyfriends.”

“I don’t think Ilya will be impressed,” Shane said.

“No, Ilya, think about it,” Jackie said. “First let them kiss, then you can get all growly and possessive about it, which will turn Shane on and then you’ll get laid.”

Rozanov actually seemed to be considering this insanity as he stroked his husband’s hair.

“All of you need to go to horny jail,” Shane said.

Hayden privately agreed, because he was now thinking about how hot it would get Jackie to watch him kiss Shane and the insane sex they would have afterwards. Horny jail was no doubt the correct place for him. “I’ll do it,” Hayden said.

“Hayden?” Shane said, shocked.

Then J.J. started in on, “Kiss, kiss, kiss,” and the rest of the players took up the obnoxious chant.

“Fine!” Shane set down his cider. “One kiss, and then we’re never speaking of this again.”

Hayden and Shane leaned across the space between the couches they were sitting on. Hayden couldn’t help but notice that Rozanov left his hand on Shane’s thigh.

It wasn’t the worst kiss Hayden had ever had, but only because the worst kiss was the one where a woman at the club had thrown up on him. Luckily Hayden hadn’t given up clubbing altogether after that like he’d threatened, because he’d met Jackie at that same club the next week.

Hayden wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing to make the kiss look hot, but Shane didn’t seem sure either, so they pressed their mouths together awkwardly. Shane tasted like bad cider and sweat. It wasn’t a pleasant combination. Hayden decided he should be doing something with his hands so he tried to pet Shane’s hair, but apparently that was a move too far for Rozanov.

“Enough.” Rozanov yanked his husband back into his arms. “We’re leaving.” Rozanov threw Shane over his shoulder as he stood up.

“You asshole, you’ll drop me,” Shane complained while doing absolutely nothing to stop his husband from carrying him off.

Hayden settled back against Jackie’s side contently. He took Jackie to a hotel to fuck about it after the party, and then didn’t think about the incident again for six months.

---

Six months later

Hayden swung his feet over the side of the bed and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He was up before Jackie, which meant he’d get to make her coffee and bring it to her in bed as long as he could be quiet enough about it not to wake up her or the kids.

His phone screen glowed as he absently unlocked the do not disturb mode. That was… a lot of notifications. The last time he’d seen that high a number of missed texts was when he’d fucked up a fanmail video and accidentally outed his best friend to the entire internet.

He wasn’t the one who’d fucked up and released a video they shouldn’t have this time. One of the Centaur’s players had apparently taken a video of Shane and Hayden kissing, and when he’d tried to post a thirst trap he’d accidentally posted the video instead. Shouldn’t have saved it under thirstiest video, sorry he’d sent as an apology group text. He’d deleted it, obviously, but not before someone had managed to download it then post it again to their own account.

Hayden scrolled twitter with growing horror.

#JusticeforJackie was trending. Seemed like a nice guy but he was actually cheating on his wife. Tale as old as time, I guess was the top post in the hashtag when Hayden checked it. No one was talking about hockey under the Centaur’s team tag, it was all about the kiss. And here I thought Rozanov was the one who would end up cheating. Never thought it would be Hollander who stepped out, lmao.

Who the fuck cheats on Ilya Rozanov with Hayden Pike????

The video was out of context, but people really thought they were cheating? The idea was absurd.

“Jackie,” Hayden whispered.

“Mmph?” was her half asleep response.

“How do I delete twitter?”

She yawned. “Your twitter account? I think you go to settings.”

“No, not my account. All of twitter. I need it not to exist by the time Rozanov wakes up.”

Jackie’s eyes narrowed. “What the fuck did you do?”

---

Ilya was having a great morning. To be fair, most of his mornings were great mornings this year. He woke up beside his husband and thought how many puppies did I save in a past life to deserve this? They’d gone out for a run together because practice wasn’t until the afternoon and Shane wanted to get warmed up for it. Ilya thought up a few more ways to warm up Shane and helped him perform some extremely important stretches before they both got showered off and Ilya started on making them breakfast.

Shane pulled his phone out of the drawer where he kept it overnight because good sleep hygiene meant not having a phone in the bedroom, apparently. Ilya was glad this rule had only been implemented after they lived together, because video calling Shane in the bedroom used to be what he looked forward to at the end of the day.

Shane frowned at his phone, and then his eyebrows scrunched up, which was a category two Shane frown. His lips pinched together as it hit category three territory.

“Something wrong?” Ilya asked, not wanting to leave the eggs and sausage he was cooking to check his own phone.

“The team group chat is busy. Something about twitter? I don’t-” Shane dropped his phone back in the drawer as if he’d been burned then slammed the drawer shut.

Ilya turned off the stove. “Did we get outed as being married again?”

Shane blinked over at him. “You’re not going to like this.”

“What? Am I being cancelled for being too sexy?”

“No, uh. Twitter thinks I’m sleeping with Hayden.”

Silence stretched between them. “Does the internet know I can fight?”

“Ilya-”

Ilya picked up the frying pan, eggs and all. “I need to have a conversation with Hayden about the placement of his kneecaps. Be back in four hours, my love.”

“Ilya. Hayden didn’t post it this time, it was Holmberg. It was just a stupid video from when Hayden and I kissed at that party last year. We’ll go talk to Harris and come up with a way to downplay it. It was one kiss, how bad can it be?”

 

“So this is bad,” Harris said, replaying the video on his phone. “What did you say this was from again?”

“Just a party at Bood’s last October,” Shane said. “You and Troy skipped it because you said you had a date planned.”

“Right. A date. The end of October, you said?” Harris set his phone down.

Troy laughed from where he was sitting in the corner scrolling twitter. “Isn’t that when we broke the bed and had to run out to get a new one?”

“I don’t think they need to know that information. Okay. I’m not really sure how you play this. There’s not a lot of platonic reasons for you to have been making out with your best friend.”

“We should just tell the truth,” Shane said. “Ilya and Jackie were right out of frame. Most of the team was there, too. We weren’t sneaking around. We were just, um.”

“Making out like drunk sorority girls because they thought it would look hot,” Ilya provided helpfully.

“You understand that’s worse than saying you snuck a little kiss with Hayden, don’t you?” Harris said. “Do you hear yourself? You made out in front of your teammates and respective partners because you thought it would look hot?”

“And Hayden Pike?” Troy added. “Really? There had to be someone better at that party to make out with. This kiss is barely even a mild spice. Now if we’d been at that party and you’d made out with Harris, that would have been smoking hot.”

“I’m not making out with Shane,” Harris said.

Troy’s face fell in disappointment.

“I’m not just walking around making out with people!” Shane protested.

“No, he’s right,” Ilya said. “Pike is mid. We should have invited Marly for you to make out with.”

“Are you serious right now? You want me to make out with Cliff Marlow?”

“I’m kidding, Shane. I completely respect your no threesomes rule.”

Shane’s brain scrambled. Somehow this particular threesome possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. Also, the sex they’d had after Shane had kissed Hayden had been really, really good. “I mean. I wouldn’t say never.”

Ilya raised an eyebrow at him.

“All of you get out of my office and find somewhere else to be horny,” Harris said. “That includes you too, Troy.”

“But,” Shane said. “The video.”

“Say nothing. Let it blow over. The internet has a short attention span and it’s a two second clip of a really boring kiss. In a week everyone will have forgotten all about it.”

---

One week later

@thirsty_hockey_news: Spotted: Cliff Marlow at Hollanov’s house after the Ottawa/Boston game. A sign that Rozanov’s best friend is there to comfort him as Rozanov considers a divorce from his husband?

@puck_goals: Poor Roz. Imagine having to leave your husband because he cheated on you with Hayden Pike.

@HollaHater: Shane Hollander home wrecker confirmed?

@LickMeRoz: I think Hollander leaving Rozanov for Hayden Pike is evidence of how serious the brain damage of multiple concussions is. Safety in hockey should be improved to prevent tragedies like this from happening again.

---

Hayden had promised himself he would stay off twitter as they all waited for the internet to lose interest in their supposed affair, but he reached for his phone like a compulsion and started to scroll while he watched some reality dating show with Jackie. The scandal was supposed to be over by now.

“It’s getting worse,” Hayden told Jackie as post after post about #HollanovDivorce rolled by. “I think there’s actually more posts a day now. We’ve got to address this, right?”

“Not without Shane and Ilya,” Jackie said. “If they don’t want to say anything, we won’t say anything.”

“Jackie, people are photoshopping together me and Shane getting married.”

“Ooh, are the wedding photos cute?”

“No! They put together Shane from his wedding with me from our wedding, so I’m only twenty-one in it.”

“Making Shane look like a cradle robber. Harsh.”

“It has to stop.”

Jackie sighed. “We’ll call them. Maybe we can talk them into making some kind of joint statement.”

Hayden sent the video call request, then was confused when Rozanov answered Shane’s phone. “What do you want?” Rozanov asked, his voice low. “Shane is resting.”

“It’s like noon,” Hayden said. “Shane doesn’t sleep in this late.”

“We had a long night.” Rozanov sounded smug.

“Okay, don’t want the details. Have you checked twitter at all? I really think it’s time for us to make a statement. Can you get Shane on the phone? Seriously, he’s got to be awake by now.”

Rozanov blew out a frustrated breath that crackled on the phone speaker. “Fine. I’ll get Shane. Hold on.”

The screen went black as Rozanov put them on hold.

“Maybe we should call back later?” Jackie said.

“It’s noon on a Wednesday and Ottawa doesn’t play today, I don’t understand-”

The call came off hold. Shane was lying on his side with his head pillowed on Rozanov’s thigh. “Hey, Hayden,” Shane whispered. “What’s up?”

The whispering was weird. Sure, they were discussing secrets, but it wasn’t like Shane’s house was bugged. Anyway, Shane could be weird about odd things sometimes, so Hayden decided to overlook it.

“We want to figure out a statement to post on twitter so these cheating rumors stop,” Hayden said. “I think we can just keep it vague. No cheating happened, we’re not explaining, don’t worry about it.”

“Hayden,” Jackie said. “That’ll make us sound like swingers.”

Shane frowned. “How would that work?” He whispered. “We don’t exactly have a set of sexualities that line up well.”

Rozanov thought about it for a moment. “I fuck both Shane and Jackie while Hayden watches.”

“No,” Shane and Hayden said simultaneously. Should Hayden be worried that Jackie hadn’t also immediately disagreed?

“Okay,” Hayden said. “So we have to think of a better way to phrase it. We need to say something, Hollanov Divorce is trending and twitter is being shitty about blaming everything on Shane.”

A distressed moan escaped Shane’s throat and his eyes went glassy. “Twitter thinks I’m not good enough for Ilya?”

Rozanov swore in Russian and the call cut out.

“So,” Hayden said. “That didn’t go well.”

---

Of course Ilya didn’t want him anymore. He should never have let Ilya and Cliff pass him back and forth like that. What had he been thinking? Air gasped out of Shane’s mouth as the icy waters of despair pulled him under. No matter what he did, he always seemed to fuck it all up somewhere along the way. God, the entire city of Montreal didn’t want him, why would Ilya?

Lips pressed against the back of his neck, and Ilya spoke words in rapid Russian Shane only half knew. He could pick out stay with me, stay with me, and fuck, fuck, fuck.

He tried to fight back a sob because he didn’t deserve Ilya’s freely offered comfort, but it wrenched its way out of him and then he was wrapped tightly in Ilya’s arms, his face pressed to Ilya’s shoulder. Shh, Shane, it’s okay, shh.

By the time he ran out of tears his entire body ached. Not that he wasn’t sore already from taking more than he’d ever had the right to ask for.

“Are you mad at me?” he mumbled into the warm cotton of Ilya’s shirt.

“No, sweetheart.” Ilya’s hand cupped the back of his neck.

“I’m sor-”

Ilya clapped a hand down over his mouth. Shane decided to take the hint.

“I love you,” Ilya said, caressing his face. “I don’t give a fuck what twitter thinks of our relationship. You’re so good to me. You’re my home, Shane Hollander. Understand?”

Shane nodded silently.

“Good. Now, you need to eat something. What do you want? Does your throat still hurt? Do you want soup?”

“Soup would be good,” Shane said. He did still hurt, but the pile of blankets Ilya had just cocooned him in was keeping him warm.

“Okay. Soup. I’ll come get you when it’s done.”

Ilya had barely left the room when Shane lunged for the cell phone Ilya had dropped at the end of the bed. He pulled up his twitter app and started to type.

---

@ShaneHollanderHockeyPlayer: Hi all. Hope this tweet finds you well. I wanted to clear the air and say @IlyaRozanov81 and I are not getting a divorce. The kiss captured on the video occurred at a team party when everyone involved had too much to drink.

@ShaneHollanderHockeyPlayer: It was not my finest moment, but it happened with Ilya and Jackie’s full consent. It was one brief kiss that our partners were meant to find attractive. Sincerely, Shane Hollander

@CentaursFan: Uh.

@IceColdHockeyGirls: How Shane Hollander’s tweet finds me: 

@TheFutureChamp: At a TEAM PARTY? WTF?

@LickMeRoz: Did Shane Hollander just imply he made out with Hayden Pike because it was supposed to be hot? A room full of gorgeous hockey players and he goes with HAYDEN PIKE?

@puck_goals: Imagine how much hotter it would have been if he’d made out with Troy Barrett. Barrett would have eaten him up with a spoon

@thirsty_hockey_news: What we need is for Hollander to make out with the entire team one by one so we can make a hotness tier list.

@CentaursFan: What you need is a cold shower.

@HollaHater: IDK, something kind of homophobic about making out with another man to impress your teammates. Just me?

 

@ShaneHollanderHockeyPlayer: Circling back around to the kiss re: homophobia. I apologize to anyone I have offended by kissing my straight friend. In the future I will try to do better. I kiss my husband in a non-homophobic way all the time.

@CentaursFan: Is… is there a homophobic way to kiss your husband?

@puckaroo: Sorry, why are we accusing Shane Hollander of homophobia now? There can’t be any evidence of that.

@HollaHater: Then how do you explain his comment about Scott Hunter?

@puckaroo: He didn’t have a response prepared! You know how he gets when he doesn’t have a response prepared!

@NetRabbit: What Scott Hunter comment?

@CentaursFan: A reporter asked Hollander if he was friends with Hunter. Hollander said “I’m not homophobic, but I really don’t go to New York often enough to consider Hunter a friend.”

@NetRabbit: That is an insane way to answer that question.

@puckaroo: He wasn’t prepared! Have we all forgotten the penguin video?

@puck_goals: Penguin video? What penguin video?

@MontrealGoesHomeCrying: How is there someone on god’s green earth who hasn’t seen the penguin video yet? It’s the most reposted Shane Hollander video of all time.

@puck_goals: I would’ve thought the fanmail kiss was the most reposted.

@thirsty_hockey_news: Nah. Sure, the fanmail video blew up initially, but there were better videos of them after they came out so people stopped watching it. I mean, why would you watch a potato quality image of a mirror reflection when you can watch the kiss cam video from the Ottawa Charge pride night game where they made out in glorious 4k?

@thirsty_hockey_news: Anyway, here’s the penguin video.

 

[Video transcript: A reporter stands beside Shane Hollander in the press box of the hockey arena. Hollander is still sweating and ruffled from being out on the ice. A chyron on the bottom of the screen states that the first period has ended with a score of 0-1.]

Reporter: With the donations being raised for the Biodome tonight, I have to ask. What’s your favorite exhibit?

Hollander: What we’ve got to do is keep doing what we’ve been doing and take pucks to the…

[The reporter looks confused. Hollander opens his mouth to say something then closes it. The reporter glances at the camera.]

Hollander: Penguins. Can you delete that first part?

Reporter: Uh, no. It’s a live broadcast.

Hollander: Okay.

[Hollander walks away. The reporter turns back to the camera.]

Reporter: Obviously a rough first period for Montreal.

[Video ends.]

 

@IceColdHockeyGirls: God, I love that video. It’s been six years since it happened and whenever my husband forgets a word in the middle of a sentence I still say “Obviously a rough first period for Montreal.”

@TheFutureChamp: Can we get back to the Hayden Pike thing?

---

Ilya stirred a pot of soup with one hand and held his phone to his ear with the other. He kept one eye on the doorway to the kitchen as he talked to Poppy. He’d met Poppy on a FetLife forum when Shane had been wanting to explore some kinks Ilya felt he needed to learn more about first. They’d all wound up meeting in person and Ilya and Poppy had become friends.

“Shane doesn’t normally drop like that,” Ilya said. Shane doesn’t normally drop at all. Ilya had, admittedly, long been a little smug about it. He did everything right, took such good care of Shane that an endorphin crash was nothing more than a hypothetical they’d heard about.

“It just happens sometimes, Ilya,” Poppy said sympathetically. “Brain chemistry is weird. That’s why you make sure you’re prepared, and you are.”

“I feel like I fucked up,” Ilya said. “I pushed him too far. It shouldn’t have happened.” His hand trembled on the spoon.

“Oh, honey. You can’t know that. Promise me you’ll let Shane take care of you, too. He loves you.”

“It’s my job to take care of him.”

“Ilya. You take care of each other.”

Ilya sighed and turned the burner off. “Okay, Poppy. I’ll talk to him.”

As soon as he ended the call, his phone dinged with notifications. Why was Harris texting him about twitter?

---

@IlyaRozanov81: Hi all. I’ve deleted twitter from my husband’s phone and set him down in front of a hockey game to recover.

@CentaursFan: Thank god.

---

Cens Group Chat

Shane: Harris, you have to tell the internet I’m not homophobic.

Harris: There is no sensible way to do that.

Ilya: I stand by my cancelled homophobic husband.

Shane: Ilya! Not helping!

Shane: Tell the internet I have gay friends.

Ilya: Do you?

Shane: Wait. Let me think.

Harris: WTF?

Shane: Harris! Harris is my gay friend! You have to tell the internet we’re friends!

Harris: That would not turn out the way you seem to think it would.

Wyatt: Okay, I *actually* need to know what you were thinking when you made that Scott Hunter comment.

Shane: It would have been weird to say we’re friends when we only see each other a couple times a year.

Wyatt: The first part of your comment, though???

Shane: What’s wrong with saying I’m not homophobic? I used to hear the guys say that all the time when they talked about Scott Hunter after he came out. I thought it was nice to clarify?

Troy: Shane. As a reformed homophobe, I need you to know that everyone you heard say that was being homophobic.

Shane: What? But

Shane: No because

Ilya: Give him a minute

Shane: Oh my god

Troy: This cannot be the first time you’re realizing the Montreal players were homophobic. Tell me you knew that?

Shane: No, they turned homophobic when they saw me kiss Ilya, but they weren’t before that.

Shane: Wait, okay, I hear it now. They were like that the whole time?

Troy: Yes

Shane: Fuck

Ilya: Harris, did you just repost the penguin video?

Harris: It’s a rule of the internet, I had no choice!

Shane: I have no gay friends.

Troy: Obviously a rough first period for Montreal.

---

Ilya was lying on the couch with his arms and one leg wrapped around his husband. An old hockey game played on the TV. Ilya knew it was one Shane had seen before, but Shane was still invested in yelling at it anyway. Are the refs even watching the game? Oh, THAT they saw. What are you doing, chip the puck out!

Ilya kissed the back of his husband’s neck and settled deeper into the couch. Shane let out a contented hum and reached back to tangle his fingers in Ilya’s hair.

“Feeling better?” Ilya asked.

“Mm. I’d feel even better if either of these goalies knew the puck from their elbow.” Shane rolled in his arms until he was facing Ilya instead of the television. “Ilya. I’m okay. You’re so good to me.”

Ilya had needed to hear those words more than he could have admitted. He kissed his husband’s cheek lightly. “I love you.”

Shane responded with his own I love you in Russian, then turned back to the game. “We could meet up with Cliff again next time we’re all in the same town, if you want.”

“No,” Ilya said. “I think… we lay off anything intense for a while.” He’d felt like shit for hours after seeing Shane crash. He needed time to cuddle his husband and recover before he could even think of trying another scene again.

Shane nodded against him. “Just us. That’s when it’s best, anyway.” Shane groaned as the players on screen mishandled a pass and the opposing team ran off with the puck. “Does anyone know how to play hockey in this game?”

“Of course not. No one in the league knew how to play hockey until Shane Hollander was drafted and taught them how it was done.”

“Fuck off,” Shane said affectionately.

“Never,” Ilya said.