Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandoms:

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

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander/Hayden Pike, Hayden Pike/Jackie Pike, Rose Landry/Svetlana Vetrova, Ilya Rozanov/Sasha | Ilya Rozanov's Coach's Son, Kip Grady/Scott Hunter, Troy Barrett/Harris Drover, Jean-Jacques Boiziau | J. J. Dagenais/Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau, Shane Hollander/Scott Hunter

Characters:

Chexy, Land Leopard, Connor Storrie, Hudson Williams, SNL Stripper Serge, Luca Haas, Yuna Hollander, Ariana Madix

Additional Tags:

Love Island, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jealous Shane Hollander, Jealous Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov is Obsessed With Shane Hollander, Bisexual Hayden Pike, Dry Humping, Thigh Riding, Pining While Fucking, Grinding, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Frotting | Rubbing Penises Together, Clothed Sex, Roleplay, Crack Treated Seriously, Bisexual Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau, Threesome - M/M/M, Eiffel Tower, Power Play, Public Sex, Emotional Hurt, Partner Betrayal, Miscommunication, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Lapdance, Ilya Rozanov Wears Shane Hollander's Hockey Jersey, Fluff and Smut, Ilya Rozanov is Shane Hollander's Gay Awakening, Ilya Rozanov Misses Irina Rozanova, Casa Amor (Love Island), Inspired by Love Island (UK TV)

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2026-02-13 Completed: 2026-07-12 Words: 149,416 Chapters: 27/27

heated island

Summary

“I have a surprise for you all, if you’ve been good boys and girls.” Ariana gestured across the lawn, where pink X-shaped crosses now dotted the landscape. Handcuffs dangled from the top of each.
“Two, if we’re being technical. Islanders, please welcome our new bombshells! They will be giving you a very warm welcome. If you’re chosen, that is. Have fun…”

Shane's wrists pulled against his restraints, heart thudding. A finger ran over his lips, shushing him. Then two hands appeared, tracing his body, warm and firm over his exposed skin. Shane panted, dizzy and delirious. Through the haze, he started smiling. He was straight. He was actually straight. Irrefutably hard as hell for some sexy new bombshell.

A hand traced Shane’s jaw, almost tender, and their hips pressed together again for just a moment. Shane’s mind stuttered, his own hardness meeting…something else.
Warm breath wafted into his ear. “I will give you some time to ah, calm down, yes?”
Shane jerked back, hitting his head against the cross with a loud curse.
The voice was Russian. Vaguely familiar. And unmistakably male.
 

~shane goes on love island. ilya enters as a bombshell. gay chaos ensures. ~

Notes

adding some love island terminology here that may be helpful if you don't watch the show!
- open: being open to connections other than your current couple
- closed off: not seeing anyone else in the Villa, including any future bombshells that may come in
- exclusive: usually means you're closed off AND plan to be exclusive after leaving the Villa too (bigger commitment)
- turning heads: if you can be tempted by anyone outside your couple or if your head can't be turned anymore (usually a precursor to being closed off)
- testing connections: hooking up with other people to see if you still want your couple the most. this is a love island thing where you basically HAVE to hook up with other people to "prove" your couple is strong enough to be with other people and still return to the original couple. often couples aren't taken seriously if they don't test connections and people are even voted out for playing it safe/not testing. and often yes, people test connections and realize they want a new couple haha

love island structure
- recoupling occurs about every week give or take, with new contestants introduced as bombshells every few days
- halfway through the season, Casa Amor happens where couples are split to test their connections with a batch of new contestants, and they can come back recoupled with the new people or stick with their original couple
- towards the finale, family and friends are brought on in person or virtually
- the audience votes throughout the show leading to a final couple winning, which comes with prize money
- the majority of the challenges don't mean anything for the winners/losers which i think is silly but that's how the show works take it up with them
- unspoken rules are that you don't want to be too monogamous (you are expected to explore) but that longer standing couples are more favored than newer couples (ex: couples who pair in the first week and make it to the end tend to have a higher chance of winning the audience vote). you are not supposed to pair in a friendship couple on an ongoing basis and should always be looking for a new connection if you are single and vulnerable
- no one is supposed to hit on the host but sometimes people try lmao
- islanders get texts at random to announce important events (bombshell entrance, a recoupling, sudden elimination vote etc)
- people do have sex on the show despite the cameras and lack of privacy, but the Hideaway is a room you can earn that gives you complete privacy (from other people at least) for sexy times so often people try to wait for that
- love island uk is the original and the BEST for fantastic slang (to this american) but i am stealing ideas from the more recent seasons of love island usa which i credit in end notes when it comes up :)
i'm sure i'm forgetting things but hopefully that helps give a framework for the context of this AU!

Chapter 1

Chapter Summary

~meet the islanders~

Chapter Notes

Shane Hollander stood gripping his suitcase, in denial that he was really in Fiji. This was possibly the stupidest thing he had ever agreed to. Yes, he had bruised his ribs in a way that may benefit from more rest than he usually got during the off-season. Yes, he wanted to distract from the nonstop gay rumors that had been swirling online, no matter what his agent did to try to smother the flames. Yes, there was a small part of him that even thought what if - what if he did find love on Love Island?

But standing in Fiji, the reality sunk in. He was not going to find love on a dumb reality TV show that his mother watched to “numb her brain.” He was going to be miserable, and his absence would traumatize his sweet cat Pork Belly, and Chexy and the team were going to give him absolute shit when it was all over. They had already promised they wouldn't miss a single episode - which was more of a threat really. 

Already, Shane was damp and sweaty. He couldn’t tell if it was from the high humidity or the stress finally hitting with full force. His mom would never massage Pork the way he needed for his sphynx skin, and his dad would give him too many treats. Shane didn’t want to bodyshame Pork, but the vet had said he needed to lose some pounds to live a long, happy life. And Shane needed Pork to live a long, happy life.

And then there was his hockey. It had been a disappointing end to the season. He’d love to pretend the online chatter hadn’t impacted his game, but it had gotten into his head like smoke, slow and suffocating. With every blink of his eyes, there was another tweet he couldn’t stop himself from looking at or interview questions irritating reporters wouldn’t stop asking, playing in his head on repeat.

dude has only stepped out with one girl the whole time he’s been famous? and it turned out it was just his cousin visiting?! lmao gay for SURE

And, What do you say to the rumors online, care to confirm or deny? Fans are desperate to know!

Yes. Yes, Shane did care.

He wasn’t ready. Wasn’t ready for any of it. True, he hadn’t had many girlfriends. None, technically, if he was going off strict definitions. And Shane definitely didn’t like hooking up the way his teammates seemed to. But that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Shane wasn’t like his teammates in other ways either. He had more pressure on his shoulders than they did, the perfect diversity ambassador, bland, nonoffensive, striking the right balance of belonging everywhere and nowhere. He was more dedicated to the game, watching tapes back obsessively while everyone else seemed able to call it a night. He was ridiculously picky about the fabric of his undershirts and needed certain brands of socks so his skin wouldn't crawl for god’s sake - of course he was going to be picky about whose tongue was in his mouth. 

It was true that Shane had considered…experimenting…recently. It wasn’t like he could talk about it with anyone. Couldn’t ask Chexy, hey, do you ever stare at guys and think they’re kinda…beautiful? Or, what is the appropriate amount of time you can look at another dude in the gym before it crosses from admiration to…gay?

So he had thought about it. Driving somewhere far, far away. Finding some dark bar. Locating some guy, any guy, and just…seeing.

But of course, he was Shane Hollander. If the internet was on fire because of his years-long lack of a girlfriend, he could only imagine what would happen if some random hookup decided to blab. 

So here he was. His mom said the show was “fun.” That it would be good for his sometimes too-good boy image, roughen him up a bit. Show his humanity. He had winced when she said that, though he tried not to show it. He knew what she meant. He always knew what people meant, when they told him to loosen up, or just relax. As if it was that easy. As if he didn’t also hate feeling like a robot that was constantly one beat off script. He tried to make it easier for others, for himself. Played the part. Being gay, possibly being gay, was not part of the part. 

His mom had asked. After a particularly bad call with the agent, where Shane got a bit too heated and raised his voice, asked if she wouldn’t mind not sending him each text that implied he sucked cock? His mom had just asked. Simple, eyes open, watching him. Are you, Shane? He hadn’t been able to look at her. Maybe if it was his dad who had asked - their relationship slightly less nuanced. Simpler. But it was Yuna Hollander. His role model. Her model son. So he said nothing. He stared at the carpet until she cleared her throat and said his agent had sent over an interesting opportunity he could consider, if he wanted. And that she would stop forwarding the tweets for comment. 

If Shane was lucky, his ribs would recover while at least one woman kissed him on camera, the show broadcasting into endless households, and everyone would leave him the fuck alone. It was six weeks of filming, at most, if he didn’t get eliminated immediately. 

How bad could it be? 

Ariana swept into the hotel lobby, Shane stumbling to his feet as she approached. 

“Shane! It’s so lovely to meet you! I wanted to swing by in person to say hello. We’re so excited to do a celebrity edition of Love Island. I think it’s gonna be great.”

Shane gave her a tight smile, nodding. 

“Anyway, I know you have your intro to record so I’ll leave you to the crew. You’re in good hands.” She squeezed his shoulder once. “Car’s ready out front.”

Her head tilted and her voice dropped a bit, softening.

“And Shane? I think you’re going to have a good time. Really. It means a lot to have you here.”

Shane’s smile widened by a millimeter. “Thanks. I hope so.”

Then her show smile was back and she was striding away from him with a wave, leaving Shane to the cameras. 

The intro video could have been worse. Shane was so media-trained, he could’ve done half of this in his sleep. The background section was a breeze, him sitting wide-legged on a stool in some freakishly neon room, acting like the lights weren’t burning his eyes out. He didn't bother interrogating why he was in his swim trunks, topless, and swinging hockey skates over his shoulder that weren't even his correct size. He simply hit his beats:

Hi. I’m Shane Hollander. If you know hockey, you know me. If you don’t…well…get ready to. Cut to him putting on a lopsided grin, not too cocky, but confident enough. Relaxed. A normal guy. 

The motivation part got a bit tricker, but was manageable: 

I’m here to find love, like everyone else, I hope. There’s been a lot of rumors going around, and it is true… an attempt at a cheeky smile…I don’t have a lot of free time to date! Hockey will always be my number one love, but I hope to find someone to share that love with. 

Then lots of clips of him being ‘hot,’ which would’ve been unbearable if his past campaigns hadn’t already trained the embarrassment out of him. He knew how to flex by this point, how to angle his chest to catch the light. How to relax his jaw and raise his eyebrows just slightly, so he looked both bored and intrigued. He knew how to stretch his arms over his head and look off into the distance, lips parting. He knew to laugh with a wide smile that showed off his white teeth when they dumped Gatorade over his head, shaking his hair out in what would be edited into slow-motion when the episode aired, camera zooming in on beads of liquid dripping down his abs. Shane knew how to package himself. 

What he couldn’t nail, no matter how many takes, was what he was looking for.

Yeah, I’d love to meet um, just…a nice girl…really.

My last relationship? Oh, that, yeah, it was a while ago. Or, not a while while, just. Do you factcheck this? Because I don’t know the exact year, if that’s important.

Ah, physically? I like…sure, yeah, I mean. I guess I go for what’s…inside a woman? No, sorry, don’t use that, give me a moment. 

Eventually, they got the briefest of clips of Shane saying he’d love to meet someone who knew a bit about hockey and who had a big heart. Vomit-inducing. 

He could barely sleep that night, his eyes memorizing the ceiling of his hotel room. He had placed his last calls out to family and friends earlier that morning before his phone was confiscated. There would be no more check-ins from his mom, grounding him through his rough media performance in her logical and reassuring way. No more warm, short sentences from his dad, saying he missed him, saying he was proud. No updates from Chexy about the latest hockey news or inappropriate Russian words he'd try to trick Shane into saying. And absolutely no adorable pictures of Pork in cute sweaters to get Shane through the six-week separation. He exhaled, closing his eyes and honing in on the tightness in his chest.

I do not know the future. He exhaled. The future can be what I make it. Inhale. I am manifesting positive things for me. Exhale. I am kissing a beautiful woman. Women even.

Shane sat up, chest seizing tighter. This was going to be a disaster.

Ariana stood in front of the camera, the glam team having done a fantastic job. Her hair swayed down one shoulder, mermaid-like, her silver dress sparkling in the afternoon sun. Shane shifted off-camera, trying his hardest not to eye up his fellow contestants more than he already had. He hadn’t recognized anyone. Why was he always out of the loop when it came to celebrities, general human knowledge, the common chitchat everyone else seemed to get memos about? 

“Welcome to this season of Love Island!” Ariana beamed, arms spread wide. “And this year, we’re changing things up a bit.” She winked at the camera.

“We’ll have our usual selection of delectable contestants, but for the first time ever, we’re also having…celebrities! That’s right, you will be recognizing more than a few of these faces. And since we didn’t want anyone getting starstuck, our contestants are meeting for the very first time…right…now.”

The camera panned over to the five contestants standing in a line. Shane tried to imagine how they would edit this. He had binged as many seasons as he could squeeze in between agreeing to appear and landing in Fiji, but he still felt underprepared. He wanted to know every season, every reference, every angle of how to play. Because he was still playing, even though this wasn’t a rink. It was still a sport. There were still winners. And there were definitely losers.

“Now, to keep this fair, I’m going to have our handsome men draw straws to see who gets to choose first. No celebrity advantage, I promise!” 

Shane reached forward, his hand skimming the guy next to him. It was another Asian dude, dressed in a very tiny, very leopard print speedo. His face had drawn-on whiskers for some reason. What the fuck had Shane gotten into.

Thankfully, the other men seemed more like typical guys, though all of their swim trunks seemed to be cropped rather short. Shane had packed his usual baggy pair that he'd worn for years now, given how rarely he went swimming, not realizing that tight and tiny seemed to be more in fashion now. His eyes skimmed the circle of muscular thighs and he swallowed, forcing his eyes down to the artifical turf lawn.

Ariana cued the men to open their hands and clapped happily.

“Well, look at that! Javi, our humble personal trainer, you will have the first pick. Come stand here. Followed by…Zac, I loved your latest comedy special, you’ll be next. Follow Javi over there. Connie you’re next, currently a waiter but hey- maybe this will be your big break! Leo, you wild Youtuber, follow Connie please, and sweet Shane, hockey icon, you are last but not least!”

Shane nodded, trailing to the end of the line. His stomach was clenching. He hated coming in last, even when it was a matter of luck. 

“Now let’s bring out the ladies!” Ariana grinned again. Shane figured this was when some pop music would start blasting post-production, but right now, it was awkwardly silent as five women filed out to line up next to Ariana.

Shane straightened. Rose Landry was in line. Rose Landry. His lips twitched up and he looked down at his sandals before she could notice, trying to keep his cool despite the smile spreading on his face. Maybe this hadn’t been such a terrible idea.

The first couplings went by in a blur. Javi chose Lexi I., who had apparently been on The Bachelor. Zac chose Hannah, who worked as a nurse. Connie picked Shawna, who did medical sales. Then Leo tried to steal Lexi I., but she chose to stay with Javi. Leo didn’t seem bothered in the least, despite Shane flushing with secondhand embarrassment on his behalf. 

Ariana tsked. “Sorry about that, Leo. We still have two celebrities up here - Cici is a huge beauty influencer and Rose Landry has been on a movie-making streak lately. I’m shocked by you boys - too intimidated? I hope we're not too insecure to handle a successful woman." She cocked an eyebrow as the women let out some cheers. "Okay, Shane, your turn.”

Shane nodded, stepping forward. “Um, I would be honored to choose Rose Landry.” 

Ariana smiled at him and Shane dipped his head, feeling he had done right.

“And why Rose, Shane?”

“Well, I love her movies. She’s incredibly talented.”

He looked up. Ariana’s eyebrows were slightly raised.

“And, yes, also gorgeous. Of course.” He choked out a laugh. Ariana smiled, nodding her head. 

“Wise man, Hollander. Rose, you are free to join your new man!”

Rose walked to his side with an endearingly goofy smile. She intertwined her arm with Shane’s, squeezing his hand once.

“Thanks for choosing me.”

Shane grinned. “Easiest choice ever.”

“Now, Cici. These boys are clearly blind, but don’t worry, you won’t be single for long. Leo is still available. Or…you can steal any of the men here before you.”

Ariana gestured along the line of couples. Shane’s grip tightened on Rose, willing Cici not to pick him. Rose looked at him, putting on an exaggerated panicked face that almost made Shane laugh out loud. 

Cici threw her long hair over her shoulders, placing her hands on her hips.

“You know, while I’m offended Leo didn’t choose me first, I have to admit, I think his Land Leopard videos are fucking hilarious. So Leo, let's see if you can make me purr.”

Leo laughed as he bent forward, clapping, and then waved her over. She flounced to his side and he let out a growl before dipping her alarmingly close to Shane’s personal space, their lips meeting in an audible wet smack. 

“All right, we’re not wasting any time at all!” Ariana laughed, her face slightly shocked as she turned back to the camera. “Let’s celebrate our new couples, shall we!”

Rose smiled up at Shane, giving him another squeeze, and he tore his face away from Leo and Cici, hoping his face didn’t look too judgemental. 

She leaned in closer, whispering. “Way too much tongue. Maybe that’s why they call him the Land Leopard. He’s practically grooming her whole face.”

Shane snorted, trying to hide his smile with cameras so close. “Hope he doesn’t get a hairball.”

Then the couple cam arrived in front of them, and they cut their conversation short. Rose slipped her arm around his waist, drawing in her stomach a bit. Shane squared his shoulders, plastering a wide smile to his face. He could already see what they would look like when the episode premiered: sun making them golden, Rose nestled beneath Shane’s broad shoulders, happily matching by accident in Rose’s baby blue bikini and Shane’s blue trunks, Rose and Shane scripting cutely in the lower corner of the screen. They’d look happy, and beautiful, and good. 

The camera moved away. Shane let his face relax, smile falling. He cleared his throat, turning to Rose.

“Shall I…pull you for a chat?”

Rose blinked at him. “Um, sure?”

Shane tilted his head. “Rose Landry. Have you watched this show?”

She grimaced, hiding her face into his chest for a moment.

“Shh! Okay, so I’ve only seen a few episodes? And I was texting through half of them. But being on here is such good exposure for my movie coming out, my agent said I should just say yes!" She made another face. "Am I messing up already?”

Shane smiled, shaking his head. “No. I’ll teach you everything I know.”

They walked side-by-side into the villa, her kind eyes watching him as he said things about firepits and recoupling and something called Soul Ties. Their hands swung together as they walked. Rose Landry, in person. With him. Shane blinked, trying not to fixate on the circular cameras spinning from every corner of the villa, then found himself smiling a bit wider. If he had to be under a microscope, it couldn’t get much better than with Rose Landry at his side. Let them all talk about that.

Voiceover:

TOMORROW NIGHT…There’s already trouble in paradise. Get ready…for two…new…BOMBSHELLS!!! They’re Russian…they’re bisexual…and they’re going to step on evvverybody’s toes!

(sound of a whip cracking; fade to black.)

Chapter End Notes

love island is one of my obsessions but big credit to @_vividblossom on twitter/vividblossom (dirtymudblood) on ao3 for the tweet that finally got my butt to sit down and write!

pork belly hollander, my entire heart, credit to @narivaaaal on twitter/thathastu on ao3 (writer of dust bowl yall!!!) for his holy creation

chexy, ALSO my heart, credit to the writer of tongues a-wagging for this sweet boy

i've always been obsessed with reality tv - i feel like there is so much to unpack with performativity and scripting and human interaction ESPECIALLY when you add an autistic lens. and i have so so soooo much drama planned if i can get myself to stick with this :) there will be some tears, there will be some shouting, and there will absolutely be hot hook-ups. keep tuning innnn

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary

russian bisexual bombshells do BDSM challenge! shane is not okay!!

 Shane gripped his champagne glass, toasting with everyone else around the outdoor table. He had survived the boys’ chat, where he made it clear he was very happy in his couple, especially since Zac and Javi seemed less than content with their matches. He hoped Rose had said the same to the girls. 

He made eye contact with her across the table, her smile curving as she took a deep sip. She looked fantastic. Her dress was some kind of slinky material that clung to her body. Shane had made sure to compliment her when she walked down the stairs earlier. Meanwhile, he had copied what the other boys were wearing, his suit not seeming out of place for once, though most of them weren’t wearing shirts under their jackets which was bizarre to him. 

Shane took another sip of the cheap champagne, trying to force himself into the moment. He scratched at the mic around his neck, unsuccessfully attempting to block out the fact that people were listening to his every breath. 

“I’ve got a text!” 

Cici hopped up and down. Shane averted his eyes from what seemed like a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen. Cici peered at her phone, Leo leaning in to read over her shoulder. 

“Islanders. Get to know each other in a spicy game of truth or dare!” 

The Islanders let out whoops and giggles as Shane took another sip of champagne, hoping it would kick in soon. As they moved to the firepit, Rose rejoined him, wrapping her hand around his upper arm with a reassuring squeeze.   

The first few rounds were survivable. Shane chose truth his first turn and had to list three Islanders he was attracted to. He said Rose immediately, earning him a kiss on the cheek, and then named Cici and Shawna, who happened to be sitting right next to her. 

Unfortunately, the truths quickly ran out. Shane looked on in what he hoped came across as a relaxed, cool-guy manner as the dares started. Hannah demonstrated her favorite sex position on Zac. Shane applauded with the rest. Connie gave a lap dance to Rose while Shane crossed his arms, looking away as Connie bobbed up and down between her legs. Then Javi, Shawna, and Lexi I. had a three-way kiss which Shane could not understand the appeal of, all of their mouths meeting like weird wet fish. 

And then Rose was dared to kiss her favorite boy Islander and favorite girl Islander. She chose Shane easily, heat still rising to his cheeks when he heard his name. They stood up in front of the firepit, her lips approaching tentatively at first, then closing the distance. Shane bent down slightly, his hands holding firm on her waist. He tried not to focus on what this would look like on television later, if it would put a dent in any of the rumors. He didn’t stop the kiss until Rose pulled back first, laughing as she wiped her lip.

“Let’s go, Hollander!” Zac clapped, hooting. 

“I’m impressed.” Leo made a purring gesture. “Breaking my records, boy!”

Shane flushed, looking shyly back at Rose as he returned to his seat. Rose stayed standing, surveying her options while tapping her lips. “As for my favorite girl…I’m going to choose…Lexi!”

“It’s Lexi I.” She hopped up with a flounce after the correction, meeting Rose in front of the Islanders. Rose didn’t hesitate. She leaned down, one hand angling Lexi’s jaw up slightly, the other wrapping around her lower back to pull her in closer. Their lips met softly at first, and then Rose went in, tongue slipping into her mouth, hand gripping Lexi’s hair and pulling back with slight tension as Lexi moaned. 

Shane’s mouth fell open. Stayed open. The boys were on their feet, hollering and slapping each other on the back, fists covering their mouths in shock. The girls clapped, smiling. Shane stayed frozen as Rose released, Lexi’s face now bright red. Rose guided her back to her seat, her fingers only then slipping from her back, and rejoined Shane. 

Leo leaned over, looking at Shane. “Good luck taming that wildcat!” 

Rose nudged Shane’s shoulder. He forced his eyes to meet hers, throwing her a tiny smile even as his heart twisted. Her eyebrows lowered and she looked away again, both of them pretending to immerse themselves in the next dare. 

Shane was ready for bed before Rose that night. He slid into the bed marked with their names, wondering how he was ever going to get a solid night’s sleep with four other couples sleeping in the same room. 

“Good night, Islanders!”

“Sweet dreams!”

“Love y’all!”

As soon as the bright overhead lights went off, Shane felt Rose turn on her side. Wet kissing noises immediately started from where Leo and Cici slept. 

Shane inched closer to her back, feeling the distance. He cleared his throat, whispering. “Hear that? Grosssss.” 

Rose turned, her nose almost skimming Shane’s in the narrow bed. He could make out her eyes in the dimness, blinking once. 

Cici let out a low moan and Rose snorted. Shane smiled, his shoulders relaxing. 

“You okay?” Shane whispered. 

Rose shrugged. “Are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“The challenge…with Lexi?”

“Oh.” Shane drew the sheets higher around his shoulder. “Just…ah, jealous, I guess?”

Rose didn’t answer for a moment. “It’s not a problem?”

“You liking Lexi?”

“Not Lexi. Liking women. It’s not, like, part of the game to me. I’m bi.”

“Oh.” Shane swallowed. “No, that’s…fine.”

“Fine?” Rose scoffed, turning away. 

“Hey, no.” Shane squeezed her shoulder, trying to find the words. “I’m sorry. I was surprised.” 

He let out an exhale, thinking of the way people had clapped, even if part of it was from gross horniness and other bullshit. Still. There had been some claps.  

“I think it’s great. Brave.” Shane’s voice cracked slightly. “And Lexi clearly thought it was great too.”

Rose studied his face in the darkness, a small smile on her lips. She paused.

“I guess I thought…you might understand?”

Shane stiffened, staring at the ceiling. He shook his head. “No. But I support you.”

“Okay.” She inched closer to him, her nose skimming his arm. “Thank you.” They breathed in and out for a moment. “We’re okay?”

Shane stretched his arm out, circling around her back. “We’re okay.”

He felt Rose exhale against him, scooting closer so that she was curling into his chest. Shane blinked at the ceiling. Usually touch made him freeze, or overthink. He still hadn’t figured out how long he was supposed to hold a hug or how to horseplay with the guys on the team in the right way. But Rose felt…nice. His body didn’t feel on alert. It was the opposite, actually. He could feel her breath steady against his pajama shirt, her bodyweight grounding in his arms. They breathed in and out together and Shane closed his eyes, letting himself go into sleep, really trying to block out Leo’s high-pitched moans from two beds down. 

Wake-up was brutal. The lights flared into existence without warning, searing Shane’s eyes. He shifted groggily, trying to remember where he was, if he was late for practice. He turned, taking in the mess of dark hair next to him, and shot up in his bed.

Right. 

Love Island.

Shane made himself take a deep breath in and out, heart skyrocketed. Javi gave him a nod as he headed for the bathroom, his boxers clinging to his thighs. Shane looked away. His heart was not slowing down. 

Zac groaned and sat up, tugging off his eyemask and throwing a pillow at Cici and Leo’s bed. “You motherfuckers kept me up all night.”

Cici squealed, hiding from the attack behind Leo. Connie laughed from the bed next to Shane. 

“Hey, I heard some pillowtalk from Hollander on my other side too. Shawna and I might need to change beds.”

Rose yawned next to Shane, stretching out. He eaned down, kissing her forehead.

“Morning.”

“Morning, Shane.”

He smiled. “Breakfast order?”

While the girls got ready, Shane joined the guys in the kitchen. He wanted to go big for his first breakfast. He knew everyone usually did avocado toast, or smoothies, but he wanted to give Rose something special. Shane searched around the kitchen, eyes lighting on some of the artificial flowers lining the dining area. He plucked a red tropical flower and added it to his plate, the closest thing to a rose he could find.

“Falling hard already, Hollander?” Javi leaned against the counter, biting into an apple. 

“Yeah, uh, sure. Sure am.” Shane pushed up a smile. His eyes trailed down Javi’s bare chest. The dude had more abs than seemed humanly possible. Javi raised his eyebrows. Shane froze.

“Jealous?” He laughed. “I’m sure you’re more impressive than me on the ice, at least. Wanna hit the gym after dropping off breakfast? Can give you a free training session. Maybe recommend me to your rich hockey friends once you’re home.”

Shane nodded furiously, smiling. “Yes, please. It feels weird not to have practice or a game or anything.”

“Cool.” Javi grabbed a banana out of the fruit bowl. “Let me just run this up to Lexi.”

Shane looked down at his plate. He had arranged two pieces of avocado toast on one side as well as some scrambled eggs, his flower nestling along some fruit. Maybe he was falling hard. He lifted the plate and grabbed Rose’s coffee, following Javi up the stairs.

Rose sat in front of her mirror, applying mascara. Cici had already recapped her adventures from the night before (heavy making out, second base, and touching over bottoms). Apparently, the Land Leopard was packing some serious heat. 

The attention had just turned to Rose when Javi and Shane entered, slipping their breakfasts in front of their respective girls. Rose flushed, kissing Shane’s cheek.

“Thanks babe!”

“You’re welcome…babe.” Shane gave her a tiny smile and disappeared behind Javi. The girls sat in silence for a moment, waiting for the footsteps to go silent, then burst into squeals. 

“Oh my god, Rose, he is so cute!” Shawna lowered her lip gloss, pouting. 

“Seriously, I don’t know if I want to adopt him or marry him.” Hannah tugged on a sheer cover-up in front of the mirror, glancing over her shoulder at Rose.

Lexi I. looked down at her banana. “Look at this shit that Javi did. You got the best one, Rose, damn.”

Rose waved her hand. “Stop, stop.” She bit her lip. “The kiss during the challenge was really good.”

Cici leaned over her makeup. “Girl, spill! Did you kiss in bed too?”

Rose shook her head. “No, we just talked. It was sweet.” She paused, exhaling for a moment. “I told him how I’m bi and he was fine with it and just reassured me and stuff.”

“Oh my god, girl, me too, girls are so cute!” Cici laughed, tossing her hair up into a ponytail. “Honestly, if Javi keeps being a dumbass, you should take Shane and Lexi.”

“It’s Lexi I.” Lexi slammed her blush down. 

“But you’re the only Lexi here…?” Hannah tilted her head.

Rose took a bite of her toast with a smile, the crunch echoing in the room. 

“Anyway.” Cici turned back to Rose. “I’m happy for you. He seems like a solid dude.”

Shawna blinked her false lashes into place, staring at herself in her mirror. “Yeah, I’m so surprised, I had totally bought into those gay rumors. My brother’s a huge hockey fan and said it would like, rock the league or something if true, so I guess I should’ve known it was bullshit if he’s still playing.”

Rose took a sip of her coffee, toast lodging in her throat. “Yeah, it’s hard when people make up rumors when you’re even vaguely famous. Gets out of control so fast.”

“Funny that you’re actually the gay one.” Lexi took a bite of her banana, making a face as she swallowed. 

“Bisexual, Lexi.” Rose corrected.

“Lexi-”

“I..!” the girls said in unison, laughing. 

Lexi laughed a little too, looking down at her lap. “Sorry. Hard habit to break.” She took another bite of her banana. “Ugh, Rose, I’m choosing Shane next recoupling. Give me some of your toast.”

After his morning workout, Shane spent most of the day lounging with Rose on the daybeds. He had taken a cold shower after his workout, because he hadn’t accounted for the humidity in Fiji when working out, and noticing the constant motorized turns of the cameras had made him perspire even more. Javi had given him a sweaty one-armed hug when they finished, saying he put in good work. Shane did not think about that while showering. Or how Javi had corrected his form, his fingers tracing lines over certain muscle groups that still held heat from his touch, even after the very cold, very long shower. 

Luckily, the producers would have more than enough footage to use of Shane with Rose. They cuddled, something Shane had never imagined himself doing, and even drifted off into a mini-nap together thanks to Cici and Leo’s antics the night before. In between, they talked about hockey and her latest movie and about how much Shane missed Pork Belly and how Rose wished she could have a dog but she traveled too much, and, and, and… 

Everything was calm. Everything was good.

“I got a texttttttt!” Leo’s shout rang out across the villa. Shane and Rose exchanged a look, both grimacing. They stood to join the other Islanders gathering around Leo. Shane reached out for her hand, grabbing it firmly. It felt almost natural. 

Leo jumped on top of the kitchen bar, clearing his throat to project. “ISLANDERS! Prepare to get whipped into shape. Your outfits are waiting upstairs.” 

He lowered his phone. The Islanders looked at each other and then ran for the stairs. In their dressing rooms stood two racks of the tiniest pleather outfits Shane had ever seen. Shane elbowed Zac out of the way, trying to grab one of the only hangers that seemed to have pants, but was short by a millimeter, his ribs aching slightly as he stretched for it. 

The rack cleared, leaving Shane with the only remaining outfit: a pair of miniscule black pleather shorts and a mesh crop top. Shane stifled a scream as he touched the material. It was incredibly scratchy. Clearly cheaply made. A nightmare. 

The other boys struggled into their outfits, all variations on dark leather and mesh. Shane changed quickly, horrified. The shorts were even smaller on, the material creeping up his ass and clinging to his inner thighs. The top was no better, barely skirting over his pecs. 

Thankfully, the other boys looked just as ridiculous. Only Leo seemed fully at ease, having grabbed, of course, the only speedo cut available. He adjusted a thick collar around his neck, smiling. 

“Damn, Hollander, look at that cake!” Zac slapped his ass, laughing. “You barely fit in that thing!” 

Shane shoved his shoulder, flushing. “Yeah, ’cause you got the only pants.”

“These are assless chaps, my friend.” Zac did a slow turn, and sure enough, his ass was essentially on full display. 

“Boys! You ready for us?”

 Cici didn’t wait for an answer, leading the girls into their changing room. The girls were all outfitted in knee-high boots and some wore bodysuits, others miniskirts or microshorts. Rose had gotten a bodysuit with a deep plunge in front that left little to the imagination. She lifted Shane’s arm, spinning him in a circle with her mouth open.

“Okay, you need to keep this on all night.”

Shane flushed even deeper. “That’s enough.” 

“Islandersss! Come out to play!”

Their heads snapped up. Shawna cupped her ear. “Is that Ariana?!”

Downstairs, Ariana waited in a bright-red dress with generous cut-outs, her heels strappy and soaring. A red robe drifted around her shoulders, a whip in one hand. The Islanders whistled, whooping as they poured down the stairs.

Ariana grinned, then cracked her whip for attention. 

“I have a surprise for you all, if you’ve been good boys and girls.” She gestured across the lawn, where pink X-shaped crosses now dotted the landscape. Handcuffs dangled from the top of each. 

Ariana sauntered closer to one of the crosses. 

“Ladies. Please join me.” She cracked her whip again, waiting for them all to get cuffed in. Rose winked at Shane from her cross. 

“Now the boys.” Ariana spun the cross with Cici, revealing matching cuffs on the other side.

“What kind of challenge is this if we’re all cuffed?” Javi shook his head as he walked towards Lexi. 

Shane shrugged, heading to Rose, hoping the cameras weren’t zooming in on his ass. A crew member helped cuff him in place before melting back into the scenery off-camera. Shane shifted his weight, a sudden jolt flooding his body. He pulled slightly against the restraints. They held, fastened snugly enough to hold his weight. He swallowed, wishing his shorts were less tight. But surely they wouldn’t show hard-ons on national television. He didn’t think…

Once everyone was strapped in, Ariana took her time weaving around the circle.

“I have one final surprise.” She grinned, eyes narrowing. “Blindfolds.” 

“Oh my.” Shane heard Rose giggle from the back of his cross. He was glad someone was finding his fun. He stiffened as Ariana approached, the thick fabric sliding down over his hair and blocking his eyes. The loss of vision heightened the feeling of the cuffs against his wrist, the breeze against his waistline. Shane swallowed, willing himself to go numb from the waist down. 

“Oops. I lied.” Shane could hear Ariana’s voice from a distance. “That wasn’t the final surprise. I actually have one more. Two, if we’re being technical. Islanders, please welcome our new bombshells!”

Shane heard the other Islanders whispering. Someone cursed. A few of the boys whistled, which was sure to get them in trouble with their couple later. 

“They will be giving you a very warm welcome. If you’re chosen, that is. Have fun…” Ariana’s heels echoed as she moved farther away. Shane froze, tensing as he waited.

“I hope their breath isn’t rank.” Rose whispered. 

Shane snorted, relaxing slightly. “That’s assuming you’re chosen to kiss.”

“Hey! Of course I’ll be chosen!”

Shane smiled, starting to say something back, but stopped when two sets of footsteps echoed across the pavement, softening once they reached the lawn. Shane strained his ears. He heard slight intakes of breath. Cici’s voice calling someone a fucking tease. And then someone was behind him. 

He could hear Rose startle, the metal of the cuffs jostling against the cross. There was the wet sound of lips meeting. A…moan? Shane turned his head, frowning. Then he nearly jumped, a low tsk sounding in front of him. 

Shane’s wrists pushed against his restraints, his heart thudding. A finger ran over his lips, shushing him. Then two hands appeared, tracing his body, warm and firm over his exposed skin. Shane felt his hips arch slightly. The air smelled like flowers and musk. A thumb traced his jaw, trailing down his neck, resting for a minute against his jumping pulse. And then soft lips unleashed against the tender skin there, hot and wanting. 

Shane clamped his lips together, suffocating the noise that threatened to escape. The kisses continued, coating his throat. Shane’s fingers grasped at air. Twin hands slid upwards and intertwined with his, pressing his palms open, flattening him back to the cross. 

Shane licked his lips, blinking into his blindfold, his neck straining towards the person in front of him. He heard a low laugh, then a leg firm between his, edging his stance even farther apart as the person slid forward. Shane felt bare skin brush against his thighs, followed by a quiet squeaking noise as their bodies pressed together. They must have put her in pleather too. 

One hand dropped to Shane’s leg, slowly tracing up from his thigh before reaching back to gently skim fingertips over his ass. Shane whimpered instinctively, hips jerking back into the touch, then immediately went lax, feeling the flush spreading over his face and down his chest. 

There was that infuriating low chuckle again. A thumb found his bottom lip and Shane parted, more than ready. It seemed like both bombshells were teases.

Supple lips skimmed Shane’s, barely making contact. There was a hint of tentativeness. Shane let out a soft whine, leaning forward as much as he could with restraints, and suddenly he was enveloped, the lips swallowing him whole, a hand anchoring around his jaw. 

Shane forgot where he was, forgot about the cameras, forgot about anything that was not those lips. Those lips. Shane moaned into the bombshell’s mouth, abandoned, wishing he could use his hands. He wanted to touch everywhere. One of his legs wrapped behind the person’s thigh, desperate, pulling them even closer to his body. Shane was rewarded with a soft moan that made him twitch inside his pleather shorts. A tongue poured into his mouth and Shane met it, slipping over one another, licking hungrily. A hand disappeared under his mesh top, cupping his pec before tweaking his nipple, hard, and Shane pressed his hips forward with a cry, feeling himself straining uncomfortably against the cheap fabric. 

At last, their lips broke apart, foreheads resting against each other. Shane panted, dizzy and delirious. Gentle kisses blossomed over his freckles, first on one cheek and then the other. Shane tried to follow each touch with his lips, wanting more, only to hear that chuckle again.

Through his haze, Shane started smiling. He was straight. He was actually straight. Irrefutably hard as hell for some sexy new bombshell. 

A hand traced Shane’s jaw, almost tender, and their hips pressed together again for just a moment. Shane’s mind stuttered, his own hardness meeting…something else.

Warm breath wafted into his ear. “I will give you some time to ah, calm down, yes?” 

Shane jerked back, hitting his head against the cross with a loud curse. 

The voice was Russian. Vaguely familiar. And unmistakably male.

NEXT TIME ON...HEATED ISLAND

Yuna and David watch Shane's premiere on Heated Island. Chexy is excited that there are not one, but two Russian bombshells. The internet loses its mind over what becomes known as the Bisexual BSDM Blindfold Challenge. And we see what happens once those blindfolds come off...

Chapter 3

Chapter Summary

and now we'll hear from our viewers at home

Chapter Notes

FYI chexy is completely fan created from anon's fic tongues-a-waggin! the actual in universe characters on shane’s team may be occupied as future contestants sooo i threw chexy in there as a teammate instead

“Hurry, hurry, it’s starting.” Yuna shifted on the couch, motioning David from the kitchen. 

“Here, Chexy.” David handed him a large bowl of popcorn before sitting down next to Yuna. 

“Thank you, Mr. Hollander.”

Yuna tsked. “Please. Yuna and David.” She clapped a bit as the recap from the last episode started, Shane posing in the hockey outfit from his intro video. “Oh, he looks so good.” 

The screen cut to another scene and she turned to Chexy. 

“You know, you’re more than welcome to stay here if you ever want. I worry about you alone in your hotel all summer.”

Chexy smiled. “Thank you, Mrs.- ah, Yuna. I will get some vacation soon, when my sister visits.”

“If you’re sure, honey.” Yuna scooped up a handful of popcorn, sighing as the camera panned over the current couples, Lexi I. and Javi flashing briefly on the screen. 

“I don’t like any of these girls for Shane. He better stick with Rose.”

David gave her a look. He took a sip of his beer. “Javi seems nice.”

“More built than me.” Chexy laughed.

They watched in contented silence for a bit, Yuna getting agitated anytime the camera cut away from Shane. The Truth or Dare Challenge started and she covered David’s eyes, laughing at his blush.

“This is what they do on this show?” He peered over her palm at the three-way kiss. “I can’t believe Shane agreed to go on.”

Yuna scoffed. “It’s not all bad. Aww, see, look at that kiss with Rose!” She leaned back against the couch, nodding fiercely. “Talk about chemistry.”

The trio fell silent as Rose kissed Lexi, the kiss stretching on and on.

Chexy bit back a laugh. “Rose has lots of chemistry.” Yuna hit his arm. She motioned to the popcorn bowl and his drink. 

“Refills, Chexy? David?” She swept into the kitchen as the episode played on, chattering over the show. “I think Shane’s doing great. He’s coming across really well. Don’t you think?”

David and Chexy nodded in unison. Chexy’s phone lit up and he grunted with a smile. “Yeah, the boys are going crazy in the group chat. Furious he gets to kiss Rose Landry.”

Yuna came back into the living room, sliding down a fresh beer for Chexy and more popcorn.

“See, that’s what teasing should be. Good-natured.” She took a sip of her wine. “Not like those cruel rumors.” David squeezed her knee with a small smile. 

The nighttime cameras flicked on, zooming in on Cici and Zac underneath moving covers. Yuna made a gagging sound. She stilled when the camera changed to Rose and Shane, nose-to-nose, the night vision bright enough to see every detail in grayscale. 

Her hand found David’s. They both stopped breathing when Rose spoke. I thought you’d understand…?

There were twin exhales. Chexy glanced over, catching traces of what almost seemed like disappointment on their faces. David cleared his throat.

“Well, Shane is a good ally.” 

“Yes, very supportive.”

Chexy nodded, feeling like he was supposed to add something too. “Bisexual is, ah, more common than people think, I think.”

Shane barely appeared in footage of the next day, the camera focusing more on Cici and Zac making out in the photobooth and the awkward silences between Connie and Shawna, her eyes tracking Javi wherever he went. Yuna murmured to herself as she texted Shane’s agent, David letting out an exasperated sigh.

Yuna jerked up suddenly, squealing. “Bombshells already!?”

“What is this bombshell?” Chexy looked at David, who shrugged back.

“Oh, they bring in new players every few episodes to shake things up. Didn’t expect any so soon.” Yuna’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow, that woman is gorgeous.”

Svetlana loomed large on the screen, her cat-like eyes staring down the audience. The intro room flashed in the background, neon lights illuminating her name. She smiled coyly into the lens.

“I am Svetlana Vetrova. You may know me from my modeling campaigns, and I am appearing in my first television series this fall. I came here for love…but I am not opposed to some fun in the meantime.” 

She smiled then, showing off her bright white teeth. The camera cut to her twirling in a short dress, showing off her long legs, then pouting over one shoulder, before cutting back to her speaking.

 “I don’t discriminate. I have a wide palette. And I’m not afraid to step on toes to get what I want.” She gave the camera a wink, pop music blaring. 

“I’m getting the bombshell thing now.”

“David!” Yuna swatted his arm, laughing. 

Chexy whooped. “Russians! We are gorgeous!”

The screen changed to a man, his gaze burning through the lens. “My name is Ilya Rozanov, if I need an introduction.”

David squinted. “Is that…?”

“I am, ah, supermodel. Big deal.” He cocked an eyebrow. “You know this. I know this. I am sure many Islanders will leave couples just for a chance with me. I can be lazy, probably.” 

His intro video cut to shots of him posing, a damp white tee plastered over his pecs as he flexed and lifted the shirt higher. The camera zoomed in as his thumb ran over his ample lips, dripping with water.

Chexy scoffed. “Ego. But Russian, so…still gorgeous.”

On screen, Ilya leaned closer to the camera. “As bisexual bombshell, I could consider everyone. But…I am a man who knows what he wants.” 

His lips finally quirked into a mischievous smile as the camera zoomed in even tighter around his face. 

“And I want…” 

His lips filled the screen, parting, his voice falling to a rough whisper. 

“Shane Hollander.” 

“Oh!” Yuna’s hand jerked, wine sloshing near the rim. “That’s…not going to help things.”

David was still staring. “His face…he did that Rolex campaign with Shane, right? Isn’t that how those rumors…” 

Chexy looked down, avoiding anyone’s gaze. He could feel his phone buzzing again in his pocket. He didn’t want to see what the Metros were saying. 

Yuna placed her glass down with a thunk, shaking her head. “How inconsiderate. Knowing that Shane has been dealing with that, just to…fan the flames.”

“I apologize on behalf of Russia.” Chexy gave Yuna a small smile. 

Yuna exhaled, shaking her head. “It’s fine. It’s fine. Let me go feed Pork. Might have to message these producers too. They promised me Shane would be in good hands…”

“Honey…” David started. He sighed. “Maybe wait until tomorrow to message?” 

She disappeared into the kitchen, David calling after her.

“And make sure you give Pork one of those duck liver treats I got him! Those were expensive!”

Chexy was glad Yuna was out of the room as the next part of the episode started. It was awkward enough to sit on the same couch with David, both staring somewhere slightly off-screen as Shane tugged on an incredibly tiny pair of black shorts, his ass spilling out the bottom. 

“Okay, what did I miss?” Yuna plopped down between them, Pork letting out a miffed meow from her arms. She adjusted his sweater, leaning forward. 

“This is pretty racy, Yuna.” David gestured to the crosses, Islanders shifting in their blindfolds.

“Well, it’s too late now, David. He’s on the show.” Pork snuck out of her arms, curling up in David’s lap. 

A slowed-down version of a top forty song began blasting from the TV, the melody somewhat familiar to Chexy, one of those songs that was constantly on the radio. On the screen, Ilya and Svetlana moved in slow motion. They were both dressed in red. Svetlana wore a bustier that cupped her sizable assets, the slow motion not helping Chexy feel like a gentleman. Ilya wore a leather harness, straps crossing diagonally over his shoulders and meeting the horizontal straps looped around his muscular torso like a shiny external ribcage.  

Svetlana’s hair swayed to the beat as she walked, tight dark curls skimming the top of her shoulders. The camera panned over to Ilya, his chin raised, face determined. Pork hissed. Yuna patted him approvingly. 

Svetlana and Ilya’s eyes slid towards each other, both letting out a slow smile, and the camera zoomed out to take in the villa’s lawn. Ariana silently waved hello to the bombshells and then pressed a finger to her lips, motioning to the Islanders. 

Svetlana approached Javi first, running fingernails down his torso before leaning in to kiss, tilting her head up to meet his lips. Ilya circled Cici, breathing gently on her neck. He hovered for a moment, giving her a long lick on the cheek, then nothing further. Meanwhile, Svetlana had moved onto Connie, placing a sweet kiss on the lips as Ilya approached Leo, his hands appraising his body before moving on without anything more. Then Svetlana was on Cici, their lips tangling for longer than she had with Javi. 

David cleared his throat. “I thought this was the celebrity version, not uh…” 

“It’s not a gay version, David.” Yuna snapped, taking another sip of wine. “The producers would have told me that.”

David smiled at her irritation, making eye contact with Chexy, who pushed down a laugh. Yuna sat up straighter.

“Oh no, she’s going for Rose! Hands off! That’s my son’s girl!” 

Svetlana had crossed over to Rose, her lips tender and intentional, Rose offering no resistance. Svetlana’s lips curved up in a smile as they kissed, her fingertips light over Rose’s body, their lips moving in unison.  

Then Ilya approached the other side of the cross. 

“Do not even think about it!” Yuna stood up, popcorn falling to the ground. Pork hissed again, jumping to the floor. 

David grabbed her arm, moving her back down. “Honey, he’s just looking…” 

It was true. Ilya stood in front of Shane, his eyes raking over the man’s body, taking in the dark mesh top and miniscule black shorts as his hands hovered at his side. Shane’s head arched to the side, straining towards Rose, but then Ilya must have said something, because he snapped forward, wrists jolting in his cuffs. Ilya stepped forward slowly, his hands cradling Shane, hovering at his neck before lowering. 

Yuna, David, and Chexy sat in silence, watching Shane come alive. He bucked against his restraints, lips open and panting, neck bobbing wherever Ilya moved like a desperate magnet. 

Yuna made a small sound. “It’s…well…he doesn’t know it’s Ilya.”

 David and Chexy said nothing. The camera zoomed out, showing both sides of the cross at once, Rose and Shane looking equally hopeless as the bisexual Russian models staked their claims. 

“Okay!” Yuna cleared her throat with a clap, looking away as Ilya and Shane’s lips finally met. Shane’s moans were very audible, even with the sexy pop song playing loudly in the background. 

“More drinks? I’m going to get us more drinks.” 

Yuna hastened into the kitchen, luckily missing Shane’s reaction to his nipple getting tweaked. Chexy reached into his pocket, turning off his phone to stop the incessant buzzing. He glanced at David, whose face was blank but bright red.

“Just looking for the beer…can’t find it…don’t pause the show on my behalf!” Yuna shouted from the kitchen.

David leaned forward slightly, his voice almost a whisper.

“That’s…sweet.” 

Chexy brought his eyes back to the screen. Ilya was kissing what seemed like each and every freckle on Shane’s face, his expression soft, torn open, rapturous. Shane’s head tilted side to side, trying to track where Ilya was like a helpless bat. 

Ilya looked down at Shane with disarming tenderness, a crease growing between his eyebrows. Ilya swallowed thickly, pulse visible in his neck, curling his hands back against his body. Chexy found himself flushing for the first time that night, something more intimate in Ilya’s gaze than Shane’s obvious hard-on fighting against the poor pleather construction of his shorts. 

Pork let out a low growl before flopping onto his back, stretching out his many folds. 

The cheery voiceover for the next night’s episode started, followed by a reminder to vote for your favorite boy and girl. 

Yuna hustled back into the room, her wine glass very full. 

“Oh, hurry, everyone make sure to vote for Shane!”

David paused, looking at her. “Uh, should we? What if…he might want to come home after...” He gestured at the TV.

Yuna shook her head. “Shane can self-eliminate at any time, David. He’s in a strong couple with Rose. And it’s not like he knew who he was kissing.” 

“Yuna.” David looked at her in a way that made Chexy feel like he should leave. 

She stared him back down.

“Until he says he is, I’m not making assumptions. It happens on his time.” 

David sighed, nodding. “You’re right.” He scratched his neck. “Rose is very nice. As are some of the boys.”

“Any of them would be lucky to have him.” Yuna straightened. “But so help me god, if that Russian boy tries to do anything Shane is uncomfortable with…”

“I will find his family and kill them all.” Chexy smiled, showing off his missing teeth.

“Attaboy.” Yuna clapped him on the shoulder. “Now, vote!”

Chexy powered his phone back on, navigating to the Love Island voting app to click on Shane’s picture. The group chat was still going off, unsurprisingly. Chexy angled the screen away from Shane’s parents. He only skimmed a few lines before he felt his face go hot, fingers typing before his brain could catch up.

NEXT TIME ON...HEATED ISLAND

The blindfolds come off. Some secrets are kept while some are revealed. The bombshells choose three Islanders to take on dates. And Soul Ties...well, Soul Ties is crazy.

Chapter End Notes

Translations from Chexy's text message:
- Assholes
- Yes, obviously. Idiotic, insecure English-speaking boys, grow up.

 

I wanted to get back to the episode this chapter but got lost in the side-tangent of viewers at home!! Next chapter we get back to Ilya and Shane :)

Chapter 4

Chapter Summary

in which shane sprints away from ilya in a nonstop panic attack of lust

Chapter Notes

Shane waited impatiently for a crew member to uncuff him, jerking his hands down once they were free and immediately clasping them in front of his shorts, where the reminder of what Ilya had done was still hovering. 

Ariana’s voice rang out.

“Islanders, remove your blindfolds and welcome our newest bombshells to the Villa!” 

Shane had already torn his blindfold off, his eyes scanning wildly in every direction. None of the contestants seemed to be staring at him. That was good. His scan continued, eyes meeting someone who was. Shane quickly diverted his gaze away, refocusing on Ariana as his breath sped up.

“Welcome Svetlana,” Ariana did a gameshow gesture, showing off the beautiful woman to her left, “and Ilya! Our newest bombshells may look familiar because their faces are absolutely everywhere. Both supermodels, both Russian, and both ready to shake things up.” 

Shane thought he might faint. It was him. Ilya Rozanov was standing next to Ariana Madix. His golden skin was caged in red leather, his shorts almost as miniscule as Shane’s. He seemed composed, cocky, as he always did. His lips did look a bit swollen, like his natural pout had been enhanced with plumper since the last time Shane saw him. He swallowed. That was from Shane. Ilya’s lips were swollen from him. 

Shane half-collapsed back against his cross, trying to steady his breathing. In for four. Out for four. It wasn’t helping. Ariana was saying more things, but his ears were static. Beside him, Rose reached out to squeeze his hand, her face concerned. He threw her a smile, snaking his clammy hand out of her grasp. He could not draw attention to this. Would not. 

In front of him, Ilya’s eyes tracked Rose’s hand in his, lips curling upwards as Shane pulled away. Slowly, Ilya dropped his gaze to the outline of Shane’s slightly softening cock, half-covered by his hands, then drew his eyes back up to Shane’s gaze. Shane could feel himself flush deeper, shoulders tensing. Ilya smirked, then winked, fucking winked at him. On camera. On national television. 

Shane tore his eyes to Ariana, his ears desperately trying to make sense of the sounds coming out of her mouth.

“Now, while some of you Islanders may need an introduction, some of you certainly do not.”

Ariana scanned the group, tapping against her lower lip.

“So…which of you have been good? And which of you have been naughty? Lucky for you, these bombshells don’t kiss and tell.”

Shane felt a slight gasp of oxygen leak through to his lungs.

“But I for one hate keeping secrets. So…” Ariana threaded her whip through her hands. “Anyone brave enough to spill?”

Cici raised her hand in the air immediately. “I would like to say, fuck you, sexy Russian dude, for teasing me like that and giving absolutely nothing. Rude as hell.”

Ilya grinned. “Is called edging, I think.”

Ariana fanned herself. “That accent? I think I’m on the edge already!” She laughed. “Okay, Cici, anyone else?”

“Oh, I’m not done.” Cici fluttered her eyelashes at Svetlana. “I’m glad at least one of you has manners.”

Rose shifted next to Shane. He glanced over at her, her face empty of her usual playfulness. He reached back out to her, lacing their fingers together and kissing the back of her hand. She looked up, giving him a small smile. 

Leo raised his hand. “Yeah, I got some of that edging action too, and I would’ve rather the second course, if you know what I’m saying.” 

He made a scratching motion with his hands, growling. Ariana looked like she was trying to suppress a smile, or the upchuck of her last meal.

“And, listen, I assumed it was the chick, but if the dude teased Cici, that must be his thing. So props to you, uh, Illy…? Sorry, forgot your name. But uh, yeah,” 

Leo rubbed his hands down his abs, throwing his head back to show off his collar. 

“Don’t be afraid of this wildcat and finish the job next time, huh?”

The Islanders burst into laughter. Shane gripped Rose’s hand without realizing, his knuckles whitening. It’s not like he had wanted Ilya to kiss him in the first place. But Leo? Really? Clearly Ilya had some fucked-up Asian fetish since there was nothing else he and Shane had in common. Leo acted like an actual animal for god’s sake. That’s what Ilya found attractive? Shane shook his head, snorting. 

Ariana was trying her best to keep her smile contained. “Can I just say, I love how open we all are this season! Now, would anyone else like to share?”

There was a moment of tense silence. Rose and Shane stared at the ground. 

Ilya cleared his throat. 

Shane’s heart started pounding, his vision beginning to blur again. 

“I am a gentleman, so I will not reveal secrets. But I will say there are very pretty faces here. One in particular. This face I would like to kiss again and again. Maybe without blindfold. Handcuffs could still be fun.”

Shane’s face was on fire. He wished the synthetic grass would open into the ocean, that he could sink to the depths and never be discovered. 

“And you Svetlana? Any words for the Islanders?”

Svetlana smiled slowly. “Ilya and I have many things in common. I am also excited to kiss some of these pretty faces.” Her eyes drifted towards Shane and Rose. “And if those kisses make some people upset, well.” She shrugged, smile deepening. “I came here for love, not to be liked.”

Shane looked at Rose. She was staring down at the lawn, grinning. With all two million of her movie star teeth. She wasn’t even trying to be subtle. He jerked at her arm slightly and she blinked at him, as if she was remembering where she was, and pressed her lips together. 

Ariana nodded. “Well, you two will both be going on three dates tomorrow to get to know some of these pretty faces better. Until then, mix, mingle, and at least try to behave. Or don’t…”

She winked at the camera before striding off.

Once she was gone, the Islanders surged around the new arrivals, hugging and shaking hands. Ilya’s gaze was trained on Shane, continuing to push towards him even as people tried to get his attention. 

Shane swallowed. “Hey, let’s go chat.”

Rose glanced at Svetlana. “But shouldn’t we…”

“We can say hi after, c’mon.” Shane practically dragged her off the lawn, Ilya coming to a stop a few feet away before getting mobbed again by the other Islanders.

“Shane! Slow down! Where are we going?” 

Shane panted, coming to a stop after the two flights of stairs and opening the balcony doors.

“C’mon, let’s chat here. Away from everyone.” 

Rose exhaled with a slight frown, folding her arms. “Fine.”

“Fine.” Shane collapsed onto the padded bench, Rose sitting on a cushion away from him. 

“Well?”

“Um, how was the challenge? For you?”

She squinted, tilting her head. “Is that why you’re acting so weird? You’re jealous?”

Shane licked his lips, choosing his words carefully. “I thought we should talk about what happened.”

Rose exhaled, leaning back into the cushions more. “One of the bombshells kissed me. You?”

“Yes. One bombshell kissed me too.” 

“Okay.”

“Okay.” 

Rose and Shane stared into the distance for a minute. Rose shifted in her seat. Shane grabbed a pillow, absently fluffing it up. Over the balcony, he could glimpse the rest of the Islanders down below. Hannah was talking to Ilya, her hand on his biceps. His stomach flipped. Rose looked up at the night sky.

“Shane. I know which bombshell kissed me.”

“How?” Shane scoffed. “You were blindfolded, you couldn’t touch…”

“I felt her hair against my neck. When she kissed me.” Rose’s voice was quiet. “I like you Shane. Really. And it’s also early days, and we need to explore all connections, right?”

“Right.”

“And it felt…different. With her.” Rose glanced down. “Tender, almost? I don’t know. I don’t even know her, obviously, it’s stupid. I guess…I want to? Get to know her?”

Shane nodded, not sure why his eyes were starting to tear up. 

“Hey.” She scooted closer, squeezing his hands. “It doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere. We’re still a couple, okay?”

“Okay.”

“And I will be honest about how I’m feeling. I won’t blindside you.” 

Shane nodded, blinking hard. “Thanks.”

She swallowed, thumbs tracing lightly over the back of Shane’s hands.

“I would really love if you could be honest with me too?”

“Sure, of course.”

“Shane…”

“Rose.”

She groaned, covering her face for a moment. “Shane, I could hear someone kissing you.”

“Yes, I already told you that. I’m not lying-”

“While I was kissing Svetlana." She raised her eyebrows. "Which means…” 

“I don’t…” Shane swallowed, shaking his head. “I smelled…flowers…and…”

“Okay.” Rose exhaled. “It’s okay. I only wondered…I know you did that Rolex campaign together. And then those rumors…”

“Were rumors.” Shane shot up to standing, taking a step back. “Insane rumors. Based on what, a two-second clip of me looking at someone? But setting it to some romance music and doing edits and spreading it online is suddenly, what, clear evidence that I’m gay?”

“Shane.” Rose’s voice was strained but calm. “I am sorry. They will hear you down there if you don’t lower your voice.”

Shane collapsed back into his seat, crossing his arms. The tears were coming now. He was glad it was darker up here.

“Ridiculous. If Rolex hadn’t released their stupid behind-the-scenes outtakes, if…”

If I hadn’t looked at him, hadn’t let myself, for just one fucking second, look at him the way I wanted…

“Shane. Be here with me. Focus on my face. You’re okay. Just breathe.”

Shane leaned his face into Rose’s shoulder. “This is so embarrassing.”

“There is nothing embarrassing about this.”

Shane pulled back, smiling slightly as he rubbed away some snot.

“Really? Because I’m crying on a movie star’s shoulder in too-tiny BDSM gear.”

“Sounds like my idea of a great time.” Rose grinned, making him laugh. She rubbed his back softly through his mesh crop top, considering. “So. You didn’t actually say how the kiss was.”

Shane sniffed, the tears building again. “Great. Really great. More than great.”

“Oh, honey.” 

Rose kissed his forehead, rocking him a bit where they sat. Something loosened in Shane’s chest, the phantom of Ilya’s hands washing over him. It took a few minutes and then Shane froze, remembering the cameras nestled in every corner. Rose stopped, her hands hovering as Shane stilled.

“What is it?”

Shane swallowed, then leaned closer to her ear. He whispered something, gesturing, Rose’s brows pulled together in concentration. Then she grinned, clearing her throat. 

“Hey, babe, don’t worry! You don’t need to apologize for exploring bisexuality. It makes sense, after so many rude-ass people on the internet started gay rumors about you, that you might want to see what they’re all talking about!”

Shane rolled his eyes at her, leaning closer to whisper in her ear again.

“I thought you were supposed to be a good actress? Now say the next part.” 

She tweaked his ear, making Shane wince. 

“Remember, I’m bisexual too!” Rose fluttered her eyelashes. “I’m so glad we can support each other. In fact, it makes me feel closer to you than ever. Our couple has never been stronger!”

She leaned in, hands cradling Shane’s face. He met her lips, their first kiss out of a challenge. The kiss was nothing like Ilya’s, nothing like the hot heat that had made him moan on national fucking television. It was soft, comfortable. Safe. 

And then Rose smacked the side of his ass, making him draw back with a gasp. She grinned, eyes narrowed.

“Thanks, babe. That was hot!” 

Shane gritted his teeth and forced a smile back. “Mm, yes, thank you Rose.” 

He yanked her into an embrace, bringing her ear close to his lips. “If you don’t get it together, I take back offering to help with Svetlana.”

Rose straightened up, face serious. Shane laughed, standing, and offered his hand. “Shall we join the masses?”

“Mm, if we must.”

Rose swung their hands between them as she looked down over the balcony. Svetlana and Ilya were holding court in the middle of the Islanders, champagne flowing. Svetlana glanced upward, her elbow nudging Ilya. Shane fought the impulse to duck down below the balcony’s railing and hide from sight.

Svetlana called up to them. “Why are you depriving us of such a beautiful sight, hmm? Come join us!” She raised her champagne glass in the air.

Rose gave a soft wave back, her face flushed. “Be right down.”

Ilya took a slow sip of his champagne, his eyes not leaving Shane’s face. “Hurry.”

As soon as Shane and Rose descended the stairs, she slipped her hand out of his and practically skipped to Svetlana’s side. Shane didn’t even have time to be mad before Svetlana was whisking her off for a chat across the lawn, their pleather boots clicking together into the distance. 

Shane spotted Ilya’s broad shoulders moving towards him in the crowd and immediately turned to the closest person who was…fucking Leo.

“Leo! Hey, man! How’s…how’s it going?”

“Shane! My guy.” Leo grabbed his shoulder, shaking him like a ragdoll. “Bombshells are wild, huh? Can’t believe you knew one of them already. Unfair advantage, Hollander!”

Shane’s mouth went dry. “What do you mean?”

“Rozanov. I thought he looked familiar. But in all the clips I’ve seen, they just zoom in on your face with like, heart eye effects and stuff, so I didn’t realize he was the one-”

Shane stepped closer to Leo, practically chest-to-chest. Leo lowered his champagne glass, a smile spreading on his face as he started to make a purring sound.

“Stop that immediately, Leo.” 

Leo pouted. 

“What exactly did Ilya say about me?”

Leo looked over his shoulder. Ilya was hovering ominously between Hannah and Shawna, his attention clearly trained on them.

“Chill out, man. He said you had both been Rolex ambassadors and met when Rolex did a collab campaign. I already knew those online rumors cause that’s my job as a Youtuber, I gotta stay informed and,”

“How is that even a job, Leo?” Shane shook his head, disgusted.

Leo stepped back, his face falling. His voice lost its playfulness, turning almost childlike.

“I know it may not be impressive to someone like you, Hollander, but people like it. I make them laugh. I do my silly skits. I talk about gossip. It gets people through the day. It gets me through the day.” Leo shook his head, turning away. “And just so you know, on my channel, I said people shouldn’t believe rumors until proven true. I didn’t like when the whole eighth grade iced me out for similar shit, okay?”

He scoffed, shaking his head again. “Not that you bothered asking. I should mingle.” 

He walked away. Shane exhaled, feeling like a giant asshole. He glanced up as Ilya started heading towards him again and quickly turned, pivoting to Connie.

“Connie, um, hi! How are you!” 

“Oh, Shane. Hello.” The waiter gave him a small smile. “You’re so sociable tonight.”

“Yeah, yeah, I love…socializing.”  Shane tugged down the bottom of his shorts, wishing they were allowed to change already. “So…thoughts on the new bombshells?”

Connie glanced over to where Svetlana and Rose were sitting across the lawn, their heads close together, Svetlana’s hand on Rose’s knee.

“Oh, Svetlana’s gorgeous. Doubt I have a chance though. But my current couple, it’s not going too well. Especially now that I have that for competition…”

Connie and Shane glanced at Ilya. Shawna was now running her fingers along his harness, cooing. Shane ignored the line of fire that burned up his chest, looking away before Ilya noticed. 

“Yeah, well, he seems like an ass.”

“Ilya?” Connie’s eyebrows rose. “He’s been really nice so far. He’s been trying to talk to you actually.”

“Me? Why me?”

Connie tilted his head. “Nothing bad, I don’t think. He said you two know each other a little bit. That it would be nice to know someone here besides Svetlana. I guess they already know each other from the modeling world. Why do you think he’s an asshole?”

“No…no reason. Just didn’t know what he was telling people. Don’t really trust him.” Shane cleared his throat, hating that his face felt hot.

“Okay…Well, I’m gonna…” Connie gestured vaguely into space and then peeled away. 

Shane scanned the crowd, increasingly panicked, striding farther from Ilya and grabbing Lexi’s arm.

“Lexi I.! How are you!”

Lexi looked him up and down. “Fine…? Um. You haven’t talked to me like, once, this whole time.”

“Exactly.” Shane gripped both her arms, trying to stop his eyes from darting towards Ilya, who was now outright smirking at him. “We should go for a chat!”

“Uh…” Lexi looked him up and down again. Shane felt sweat beading along his hairline. “Yeah…maybe tomorrow? Javi and I haven’t debriefed yet so…” She gave him another look as she headed off with Javi, who threw a bemused look over his shoulder at Shane.

“Hollander.”

“Fuck.”  Shane clasped his hand to his mouth, furious he had spoken out loud.

“Mm, fuck later. Chat first.” Ilya stood before him, smile playing around his lips. “Unless you are still too scared?”

“I’m not scared.”

“Really? You run every time I look at you.”

“I’m busy, I’m-”

“Ah, Mr. Social. Mr. Flirt. Apologies. I leave you alone. Find me when you are ready.”

Ilya turned and started walking across the lawn, Shane’s brain short-circuiting. He jogged after him, grabbing Ilya by the biceps.

“Hey! You stare me down all night and then just…just…” Shane realized he was still gripping Ilya’s arms and dropped his hands immediately. 

“Just…?” Ilya raised his eyebrows, hands windmilling. “I thought it was my English that was bad. What are you saying, Hollander?”

Shane crossed his arms, lips pressing together. 

Ilya sighed, looking up at the sky. “I would like to chat, as they say here. But, I do not force people. You do not seem to want to chat, so we do not chat. Yes?”

“That’s not…” Shane exhaled slowly. “I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, really? So what do you say?”

“Fine, yes. Let’s…talk. Get this over with.” Shane headed inside, motioning for Ilya, who did not move. Ilya wagged his finger. 

“No, no. The Islanders have told me. You must say it right. It’s not talk.”

Shane groaned, gritting his teeth. “Can I…can I pull you for a chat?”

Ilya beamed. “Yes, I like this. You may pull me, Hollander.”

Shane shook his head. “I’ll…give you a tour of the villa. We’re not going anywhere.”

“Afraid to sit in a dark corner with me?”

“No. I am being a nice person. Showing you where shit is.”

“Okay, okay. Relax, Mr. Panic Attack. It is fine.”

They walked in silence for a moment, Shane gesturing at times to tell Ilya where the photobooth was, pointing out the private speakeasy on the first floor, the stairs upstairs that led to the bedrooms. Shane stopped at the foot of the stairs, skidding to a stop.

Ilya tilted his head. “One floor tour? That is all?”

Shane huffed. “The rest is obvious. It’s a self-explanatory layout.”

 Ilya stepped closer, clasping his hands behind his back. “You do not wish to show me where I will sleep?”

Cici and Leo walked by, or rather, stumbled by in full embrace. They slammed the door to the speakeasy behind them, Ilya and Shane springing apart until they passed.

Ilya’s voice dropped, more serious. “I am glad to see you. Familiar face. I like familiar faces. Especially pretty ones.”

“I’m not…” Shane tore off the rest of the words, pressing his palms to his eyes. “What have you told people?”

Ilya cocked his head. “What is there to tell? We work on Rolex together. I shake your hand at the ambassador campaign. You shake back. Great ad, does well, we’re even more rich. Yay.” He shrugged. “And…few months later, turns out you are obsessed with my ass, now the whole internet knows.”

“I am not-”

“Shh.” Ilya stepped closer, a thumb sliding down Shane’s jaw, somehow stilling him even as his heart accelerated. Ilya dropped his hand, moving to lean on the wall next to Shane, both of them looking forward with their shoulders barely skimming.

“I do tell contestants, yes, I thought maybe Hollander will be my friend. I add on Instagram, you add me back. I send you fire emojis on your sexy hockey stories. You do nothing. I DM you hilarious messages. You say nothing.” Ilya shrugged. “So, it was nice for my ego to see edited videos of Shane Hollander looking in the direction of my ass.”

Shane blinked down at the floor. “It was two seconds. And it’s not like…” He sighed, suddenly exhausted. 

“Yes, two seconds should not be such a big deal.” Ilya studied him carefully. “Not nice, all these videos and rumors. For you.” 

Ilya shrugged, starting to smile again. “For me…”

“Shut up.” Shane bumped his shoulder, giving a small smile back. 

Ilya gave him another look. “How are you and Rose?”

Shane adjusted the mic around his neck, swallowing. “Great. Strong. Still open, of course. It’s early days. But.”

“Mm. So good for you two.” Ilya sighed pitifully. “I am all alone.”

Shane rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you looked real alone.” 

Ilya lit up, releasing a full smile. “Ah. Hollander watches me for three seconds now?” Shane looked away, lips twitching.

 Ilya pressed off the wall, hovering in front of Shane. 

“At least I had a great kiss tonight. Kind of kiss that makes me feel less lonely. Will keep me warm all night.”

“Oh really?” Shane could feel the blush starting up his chest, spreading up his neck and across his cheeks.

“It was an incredible kiss, Hollander.” Ilya’s voice lost some of its teasing for a moment. Rough, almost desperate. 

“Never thought I could have a kiss like this.” He leaned closer. “So filthy. So wanting. I can only imagine if hands hadn’t been cuffed…” 

He pinned Shane’s body between his arms, his shaky exhale tickling Shane’s cheek. 

“If there had not been blindfolds…if we could look at each other…”

Shane’s heart thudded in his chest. His hands felt glued against the wall, Ilya’s thighs braced on either side of him, his muscular torso looming above him. Shane felt his head tilt back as if against his will, lips parting as he looked up at Ilya.

Ilya was undone. His eyes searched over Shane’s face, not hiding any of the open desire there, looking almost in pain. Ilya’s breath quickened, red harness rising and falling rapidly, his fingers tensing against the wall on either side of Shane’s face. His nose edged forward by a millimeter, tracing the air between them, hesitating helplessly above Shane’s lips. 

Shane’s hands twitched at his sides. He reached out, his fingertips skimming Ilya’s abs, tracing the straps of his harness as if testing that Ilya was real. Ilya sucked his breath in, pulse jumping. He leaned his forehead against the wall close to Shane, his lips next to his ear in a plea.

“Hollander…”

Cici’s high squeal bled through the thin walls, calling out Leo’s name in a high, breathy staccato. 

Shane inhaled, dropping his hands and ducking beneath one of Ilya’s arms, practically sprinting up the stairs away from him.

“Um, gotta go. Talk later!”

“Hollander.” 

Shane ignored Ilya, his brain screaming only to get away, away, away.

He heard Ilya shouting out from below, voice stabilized somewhat. “Good view at least! Wear this to bed later!” 

Shane’s hands fluttered to his pleather-coated ass, trying to keep some dignity as he ran up and away from the magnetic pull of the man below.

Shane was ready for bed early, showered and in his two-piece pajama set while the rest of the Islanders were only starting to wind down. He laid in bed, arms thrown over his head, telling himself he was grateful he wouldn’t risk running into Ilya in the showers or the dressing room.

Gradually, the communal bedroom filled with the sound of Islanders, some of the boys flicking Shane’s feet as they passed with teasing remarks, the girls coming by to give him brief hugs goodnight with something that looked like pity. 

Shane straightened, pushing himself up and glancing around. Ilya wasn’t in the room yet. But maybe someone had seen…had said something…

Rose and Svetlana entered, laughing at something that had been said in the corridor. Shane’s shoulders lowered. So that’s what it was. 

Rose was glowing. Shane hoped he didn’t look like that. It was obvious, her eyes practically sparkling with mini-Svetlana figurines. Svetlana was harder to read, her cat-like gaze sliding over Rose like water and around the room, but they walked in lockstep with each other until reaching Rose’s bed. 

“Goodnight…” Rose said breathily, waving as Svetlana walked to one of the single beds that had been brought in since the night before.

“Be cool.” Shane hissed. “For both of us.”

Rose glared at him, flushing, then slipped beneath the covers. Shane slipped down too, lifting the top sheet over their heads.

“Well?”

Rose’s face broke into a huge smile. “I like her, Shane. We talked for so long, and she was kind of touchy, so I don’t know, I think she might like me? I know it’s early and-”

“She’d be an idiot not to like you.” Shane smiled, cutting off Rose’s nervous stream of consciousness.

Rose sighed, squishing her face in a silent scream. “Oh, I’m gonna murder someone if I don’t get chosen for a date tomorrow.” She opened her eyes, exhaling. “How about you? How was your night?”

Shane’s smile faded. “Okay. Not bad.” He gnawed his lip. “Complicated.”

Rose sighed, scooting closer to him. “I don’t think it’s that complicated for him, Shane. Apparently, in his intro video, he said you’re the one person he wants to get to know.”

Shane flushed, shaking his head. “That’s…that’s crazy.”

Rose shrugged. “That’s what Svetlana told me. And he’s been telling the other Islanders you’re his top choice, so…”

Shane bit back a smile. Rose gasped, grinning.

“See, you do like him! You want to kiss him, you want to-”

Shane grabbed her, flipping on top of her and covering her mouth with his hand, laughing. “Shut up, Rose!”

“Oi!” A pillow hit them from somewhere to the right, Javi’s voice ringing out. “No funny business till the lights go out!”

A hand yanked back their sheets with a squeal. “Oh my god, you two are bad.” Cici giggled, Shane exposed on top of Rose.

Ilya was standing in front of his bed, which of course was against the wall closest to Shane and Rose. He raised an eyebrow, taking in Shane’s hand over Rose’s mouth.

“Mm. Kinky.”

Shane flushed, rolling over and releasing Rose immediately. He threw the pillow back in Javi’s direction, trying not to linger on Ilya in his periphery. Ilya was shirtless for bed, wearing only a golden crucifix around his neck, the rest of his torso even more incredible without leather in the way. On bottom he wore low-hung joggers, oddly conservative compared to the boxers most of the boys wore to bed, not that Shane cared. His curls were damp from the shower, and Shane had the insane urge lick the water droplets falling onto his neck before he banished the thought from his mind. 

“Good night, Islanders!” Lexi called out in a sing-song.

“Good night to our new bombshells, especially!” Shawna giggled. 

Goodnights rang out across the room, and Shane finally gave in, letting himself glance at Ilya at the bottom of his bed. The man was laughably large for the twin mattress, lounging like a Greek god above the covers. His lips curved when he caught Shane’s eye, his low voice mimicking Lexi’s singsong.

“Goodnight Shane Hollander…”

Shane did not sleep well. At all. He had closed his eyes for hours, sure, but he felt certain no actual sleep had happened. His thoughts had been filled with his agent’s voice a few years back, gently telling him they had gotten feedback he was a bit too stiff in his ad campaigns. Recommending models to look up, to learn from. And Shane was a good student. He was good at learning to be the best.

So of course, he had looked at her list of recommendations and ran with it. He studied one supermodel from Sweden, her limbs supple and elongated in every shoot. He memorized the beat of a breakout American on the runway, her long legs always in rhythm, and tried to encompass that on his commercial sets. He had, as a good student, looked into Ilya Rozanov as suggested as well. Had studied the rising star as he was told to. Had learned how to square his shoulders, angle his jaw, find the light, just as Rozanov did.

And even after his agent told Shane he had done well, that the latest feedback was great, that more campaigns were pouring in now that he looked less like a cardboard cut-out…well…Shane told himself he was keeping his skills sharp. He would never be a model, not really, but he could make his agent proud. His mom proud. All the little Asian hockey players proud, which no one ever let him forget. 

It was for work purposes, really, how often Shane would look up Rozanov’s name. Track his latest bookings. Study the way his skin glowed off the page, out of his phone, off giant billboards that stalked Shane like something taunting. How those piercing eyes seemed to follow him everywhere. 

That’s all that stupid clip had been, when it came down to it. Shane finally meeting someone who had helped him in his career, even if Ilya was completely unaware of his assistance. It was no different than admiring an athlete on the ice, or a great work of art. Ilya’s body was art. Athletic in its own way. How he could contort and shapeshift, and yeah, maybe Shane’s thoughts wandered sometimes, late at night. But Shane did nothing but shake hands when they met. Made himself shut down any attempt at conversation the day of the shoot. Never responded to his DMs on social media. Never engaged with any of his reactions. Shane was disciplined. Always. Not that the internet cared in the end.

That’s what kept him up the most as Rose snored quietly next to him. Knowing he had been disciplined his entire life. Knowing how strict he had been. Only for it not to matter at all in the end.

But it would be ridiculous to give in now, on incredibly intrusive television. That countless Canadians, team members, hell, his family would be watching unfold. Shane had clamped his eyes shut, forcing his body to still. He had tried his best not to think about Ilya breathing the same air, his bed so close to his own, and how his lips had felt when Shane had been helpless to stop it. How it might feel to do that again, and again, and again. 

“Man, you look like shit.” Rose laughed into his shoulder, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Wow, good morning to you too. You’re supposed to support me, you know.” Shane snorted, moving a loose wave of hair out of her face. He sensed slight movement from Ilya’s bed and hesitated, then leaned down, his lips hovering above Rose’s in a question.

She grinned, reaching up and pulling Shane to her in a loud kiss, releasing as soon as Svetlana walked by.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get ready!”

Rose hopped out of bed, abandoning Shane immediately. When Shane looked over at Ilya, he was not looking back. He rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, something twisting in his stomach. 

Mercifully, Shane did not run into Ilya in the kitchen as he made Rose breakfast. His brain was as scrambled as the eggs he was making, equal parts terrified of any further interaction and desperately needing more. It seemed the producers had scooped Svetlana and Ilya up for a bombshell debrief. If Shane craned his neck, he thought he could spot them on the upper deck, leaning off the balcony above the villa.

“So. Shall I spill first?” Svetlana cupped her mug of tea, smiling as she took a sip.

“Please. Do not keep me waiting.” Ilya turned away from Shane’s tiny figure down below, leaning his back against the railing as he stretched out his arms.

“Okay.” Svetlana dropped down onto the cushioned bench, getting comfortable. “So. Connie - very cute. Almost too sweet. I want to pinch his cheeks. Javi, very hot. Definitely curious about him.”

“And?” Ilya cocked an eyebrow.

Svetlana covered her face with one hand, peering out between her fingers.

“Fine. Last but not least. Rose.”

“She is like a puppy dog around you.”

“You think?” Svetlana crinkled her nose with a smile.

“Sveta. It is obvious.”

She laughed, throwing back her head. “Is it bad I want it even more obvious?”

“Of course you do.” Ilya scoffed, chuckling. “Never enough with you.”

“Well, don’t be shy.” Svetlana lowered her tea, nudging Ilya’s foot. “Your top three choices for dates?”

Ilya looked down at the ground.

She sighed. “Let me guess…Shane, Shane, and Shane?”

Ilya glared at her. She took another sip, humming. “What were you saying about being obvious?”

He sighed. “I should not put all my eggs in one nest.”

“Eggs in one basket, Ilyusha.” Svetlana smiled. “Have my English lessons been for nothing?”

“You got me the model jobs, the English, now help me with this boy.” Ilya slid down to join her on the bench. “He is…frustrating.”

Svetlana ran her hand through his curls. “Oh, you’ll be fine. He turns bright red every time he sees you.”

“Red can be from anger.” 

“Yeah…I don’t think that’s what it is.” Svetlana pulled back, glancing at Ilya’s face. “Cheer up. See how the date goes. If he’s truly not feeling it, onto the next.”

“No next. Just Shane.” Ilya mumbled into her tank top. 

“Okay, we have to fix that attitude before we get down there. C’mon, let’s pick out a date outfit for you. You’ll look devastating. You’ll seduce Shane and anyone else you want. Because you do know you have to choose two other people, right?”

Ilya frowned, snuggling closer to Svetlana.

“No. We get to choose three dates. Didn’t say it has to be three different people.”

Svetlana laughed. “Ilyusha! That is not how the game works!”

“What, should I choose your Rose?”

She swatted him. “She’s not my Rose.”

She straightened up.

“Actually…yes. Yes.” She grabbed Ilya by the shoulders. “Take her on a date and get some info for me! Please! I know she likes to have fun with girls. But would she really, you know, be interested?”

Ilya narrowed his eyes, then nodded.

“Fine. But then you have to choose Shane for one of yours. Same purpose. And no flirting with his cute freckle face. It will be very hard to resist.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine.” 

She held out her hand. Ilya shook it, a smile growing on his face.

“We are Russian spies now, Sveta. Top secret.” 

Svetlana lowered her voice, thickening her accent as she wiggled her brows. 

“Come back with the intel I demand. Or do not come home at all.” 

They burst into laughter, leaning on one another before running inside to get ready for their dates, Ilya’s spirits high again as he elbowed Svetlana out of the way. In a matter of hours, he would look devastating, and Shane Hollander would be on a date with him. 

Chapter End Notes

okay i keep writing too much and not getting to what is promised! but NEXT installment will have the dates and maybe even some soul ties wildness ;)

Chapter 5

Chapter Summary

the bombshells go on three dates. shane takes ilya to the docks. soul ties is ALWAYS crazy.

Chapter Notes

Rose adjusted her bikini higher on her hips, wiggling back on the lounge chair. 

Shane looked over at her behind his sunglasses. “You probably need to reapply your sunscreen.” 

“Shane, the whole point is to get a tan.” She shifted. “Have you seen them?” 

Shane shook his head, not needing to know who ‘they’ were. 

Rose huffed, sighing. “I’m in my cutest bikini too.”

“Oh. Yeah, looks great.”

Rose scoffed. “Thanks, Shane.” 

A phone buzzed. From the beanbags, Hannah screamed, scrambling to her feet. “I got a texttt!” 

The Islanders, scattered around the villa, popped up like meerkats before gathering closer, Cici’s lipstick smeared around Leo’s mouth from where they had been lounging on the daybeds.

Hannah shouted out her text. “Islanders! Our new bombshells will now begin their three dates.”

Rose’s phone buzzed from her lounge chair. She squeezed Shane’s hand, pressing her face into his chest as she muffled a squeal. He rubbed her back, projecting his voice.

“Don’t worry, Rose. We’re a strong couple. We’ll be okay.”

Rose ran over and opened her phone, clearing her throat. 

“Rose. Svetlana would love to take you on a beachside picnic. Please go upstairs and get ready for your date. Ilya will now reveal his choice.” 

She lowered her phone, cheeks flushed. Shane felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Everyone turned towards the sound. Shane didn’t move. Rose nudged him. 

“Right.” Shane swallowed, sliding his phone out. “I am also going on a beachside picnic.”

“Try to be less excited about it, damn.” Shawna rolled her eyes. “What a waste of a pick.” 

Shane watched himself in the mirror as he buttoned up his shirt, the third one he had tried on in the past five minutes. He was following the rules of the show. He was doing what production said. Everything with Ilya so far had been done to him - the kiss, now this date. People couldn’t possibly say Shane was the one initiating. 

And it would be silly to be nervous for his first date with a man. With Ilya. It was for TV. It’s not like it was real. The producers would probably make them repeat conversations or pause while they fixed things on camera first like they always did.

Shane repeated these facts like a mantra while styling his hair. It was also true that he was still a product. Still on screen even if not on the rink. It was his responsibility to look good. Not for himself, or for Ilya, of course. For the audience.

Shane and Rose walked down the stairs together, Ilya and Svetlana waiting for them at the bottom. The other Islanders gathered around as instructed, cheering. Ilya was in a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned, his chest on full display, golden necklace winking in the sun beneath his mic. Shane pried his eyes away from the happy trail that dipped down into matching white shorts, riding dangerously low on Ilya’s hips.

Rose reached Svetlana first, slipping their hands together as they peeled off to exit the Villa. Shane came to a stop in front of Ilya, his arms stiff at his side.

Ilya cocked his head, a smile fluttering around his lips. 

“You look very nice. Very formal.” His finger trailed down Shane’s row of buttons. Shane tugged at his long sleeves, suddenly hot. 

“Thanks. You look nice too.”

“Yes.” Ilya nodded, a broad hand reaching up and pushing gently against the small of Shane’s back. “Let’s not miss our ride, hmm?”

Production didn’t let them talk on the brief ride to the beach. Rose bit her lip to keep from giggling, Svetlana cursing in Russian every time she started to say something and got cut off by production.

“Save it for the beach, ladies!” 

Ilya reclined against his seat, seatbelt hanging off one-shoulder. He looked out the window instead of at Shane the whole ride. It should have been a relief. 

The beach had been prepared for them. Twin set-ups faced away from each other: large, colorful blankets scattered with pillows, foliage that would look better on screen, and plates of food they weren’t supposed to actually eat.

Ilya sat down and immediately popped a few grapes into his mouth. Shane made a face, lowering his voice. 

“Um, we’re not supposed to eat that. No one ever eats on these dates. It’s only for show.”

Ilya raised his eyebrows, cheeks puffing out as he chewed. “Not my fault if no one eats. I am hungry.” He sighed. “No one made me breakfast this morning.”

Shane exhaled through his nose. Rose and Svetlana were facing away from them, their heads close on the blanket. Rose let out a laugh, loud enough that Shane could hear. 

Shane picked at a pillow, trying to think of conversation.

“So if you haven’t watched Love Island before, what made you want to come on the show?”

Ilya looked at Shane, considering, then dropped his gaze. “What, you were a big fan?”

“Well, no, but my mom thought it would be-” Shane cut himself off. “It’s not important.”

Ilya popped another grape in his mouth, silence stretching.

“So. Tell me your life story.”

“What?”

“We’re on a date. Tell me about your life.” Ilya shrugged.

“Have you been on a date before?” Shane tugged at his button up. “You’re doing this all wrong.” 

“And you have been on so many dates?” Ilya tilted his head, tone teasing but curious.

Shane’s eyes darted to the wine bottle nestled in ice near Ilya.

  “No. Not really. Hockey keeps me pretty busy.”

Ilya tracked Shane’s eyes, propping himself up and pouring out two glasses. He handed one to Shane. 

“And so you do not have time for dates? Especially with men? I am the first?”

Shane choked on his wine, then drained the whole glass, swishing it in his mouth to buy some time. 

“Obviously. I, uh, date women.”

Ilya slowly nodded, studying Shane. “This red here. It is not anger, I don’t think. Svetlana was right.” He traced a finger across Shane’s cheek, outlining his freckles. “You have so many types of red. I am trying to learn them.”

Shane swallowed, reaching for the wine bottle. Ilya held it back, tsking.

“I am not trying to get you drunk, Hollander. You do not need to overindulge.” Ilya’s face was tight, something shifting beneath the surface. Shane felt his stomach clench slightly. He exhaled.

“Sorry if I’m bad at this. Dating.”

Ilya blinked up at him, something relaxing slightly. He reclined back on the pillows, pulling Shane closer to him. Shane leaned stiffly against Ilya’s shoulder, holding himself tight.

“So. You have not talked about our kiss. You liked it?”

Shane stared into the sky. The sound of the ocean waves did nothing to relax him.

“It was fine.”

Ilya snorted, hand drifting off Shane’s shoulder. “Fine. I will not do it again if it is only fine.” He turned his gaze towards Shane, blue-green eyes sliding down his face, asking something. 

Shane’s heart thudded, trapped. 

“I’m with Rose…”

“Yes. You have said this.” 

Ilya drained his glass, then passed Shane the bottle. “Help yourself.”

Shane walked back into the villa with Rose. She had practically levitated on the ride back, her lips and cheeks flushed with more than sunlight. Meanwhile, Ilya had felt like ice. Shane’s brain felt caught, trying to pinpoint what had shifted while telling himself he shouldn’t care. 

The Islanders swarmed them, the girls starting to pull Rose to get the scoop on how her date had gone. Then her phone buzzed. 

She gasped, her eyes darting to Shane. Her tone was almost apologetic. “I got another text! I’m, um, heading back to the beach. For Ilya.”

Javi shifted off his daybed, holding his phone in the air, Lexi sliding unhappily off his lap. “I got a text too! Svetlana chose me as date number two!” 

They left far too quickly, leaving Shane alone at the mercy of the Islanders.

“Well?” Cici raised her eyebrows. “Spill, Shane, how was it?”

“Fine.” Shane shrugged. “Kind of…awkward? I guess we don’t have a lot in common, maybe. I’m not sure.”

Shawna rolled her eyes. “Called it.”

“What did you do? Don’t leave any details out. I want to know what Javi is doing.” Lexi narrowed her eyes intensely. 

“It wasn’t much. We got to the beach and there was a picnic waiting. We talked for a bit about our dating histories and then, uh, enjoyed the wine and food.”

Hannah wrinkled her nose. “Ew, you ate the date food? That’s just for show.”

“I know.” Shane shook his head, a small smile turning up his lips. “That’s what I told Ilya, but he…anyway.” He swallowed. “I’m sure you don’t have anything to worry about, Lexi.”

“Sure, a hot Russian supermodel is on a date with my couple, but sure, Shane.”

Shawna smirked. “At least your couple hasn’t gone on dates with two Russian supermodels.”

Shane glared at her. “Thanks, Shawna.” 

Rose narrowed her eyes at Ilya, sitting as far away as she could on their picnic blanket.

“What are you playing at?”

Ilya spread out his hands, eyes widening innocently. “What do you mean? I know you may think I am out of your league, but,”

“Oh, shut up.” Rose rolled her eyes. “What did you do to Shane? He looked like a kicked puppy.”

“He did?” Ilya straightened, face slightly more serious before he glanced away. “Maybe he is sad his couple was putting her tongue down her date’s throat instead of his.”

Rose forced herself not to look over her shoulder where Svetlana was sitting agonizingly close, stupid Javi where she had just been. Rose huffed, fingernails tapping nervously near her mic. She spoke carefully.

“Shane and I have a strong connection. However, we have both said we are still exploring.”

“So Svetlana is an exploration to you? Some fun?” Ilya’s tone was suddenly icy.

“What? No, I like-” Rose cut herself off. “I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about Shane.”

Ilya eyed her warily. 

“Like I said, Shane and I are strong. And…” 

Rose’s eyes darted to the cameras nearby, looking meaningfully back at Ilya afterwards. 

“Super into each other. But that doesn’t mean we don’t feel things for other people. So if you’re playing some mindgame with him, cut it out. It’s not fair to act so into him and then ignore him or switch up or whatever you did.”

“I did not ignore him.” Ilya’s face darkened, voice rising slightly. “I kiss him. I ask him on date. In fact, I come on this whole show only to see him again. And he is not so sure. He likes me sometimes, most of time, probably not. He turns red all the time for all different reasons I do not understand. He will not say yes so clearly. I need yes. I will not guess with this, with him.”

Ilya exhaled, glaring at her, pulse jumping. Rose blinked back. There was a pause, and then she threw her arms around him, wrapping Ilya in a tight hug. Ilya froze, then reached his hands up, patting her gently on the back. Rose leaned into his ear, trying to be as quiet as possible.

“Don’t give up yet. Trust me. It’s a yes.”

Ilya’s heart surged. Rose released the hug, sitting back down. Ilya glanced away, mind racing. He looked back at Rose, trying to pick the right words out of his brain. 

“If Svetlana feels like more than an exploration…you should continue. If you know it is only fun, you should stop. She has other people to have fun with, if that is all you want.”

He raised his chin, gesturing to Javi’s back. 

“She looks at you like it is more than fun. Be careful with her.” He stretched his lips in a smile, teeth glinting. “Or else I will not be so careful with you.”

Rose looked at him, completely unintimidated, her big eyes blinking. She reached out, squeezing his hand once. “Thank you, Ilya.”

Ilya laughed, surprising himself. “I…like this date. You are a good date.”

Rose flipped her hair over her shoulder. “That’s what they tell me.” She glanced behind her briefly, then back at Ilya. “Should we laugh really hard, to make her jealous?”

Ilya laughed again despite himself. “You are so...stupid. Silly puppy and sad puppy. Good couple.”

“At least I have one.” Rose smirked, and Ilya gasped like he had been mortally wounded.

At the villa, Shane threw down his weights, massaging his ribs slightly. He was sweating profusely, the good kind of sweat that came from a heavy workout. He missed hockey, missed practice, missed his body doing what it was meant to do. He had forgotten how loud his mind got off the ice.

“I got a text!” Connie shouted from the kitchen, his cheeks flushed. “I’m - oh.” His shoulders drooped. “It’s a date with Ilya.”

Shane's stomach twisted. And then his phone vibrated from the weight bench, spinning in a half-circle. 

“Seriously?” Cici shrieked. “Leo and I are like, the most bi people here but no, don’t choose us for any dates.” She pouted, melting into Leo’s arms. “It should’ve been us.” 

Shane headed upstairs without comment, showering quickly and throwing on fresh clothes from the top of his suitcase, not caring if they matched. His hair was still wet as he and Connie were driven over, Shane’s eyebrows lowered in thought. 

Shane stepped onto the beach for the second time that day, hesitating when he saw Ilya. He looked more relaxed than in the morning, his face turned towards the sea. Shane’s eyes dragged down the cut of his jaw, the easy roll of his shoulders. Ilya turned, eyes widening slightly as he saw Shane staring, and then that infuriatingly slow smile crept along his face.

Shane was smiling back before he could help himself. Whatever ice there had been seemed to have melted. Ilya was back to being Ilya and - Shane’s smile fell as Connie blocked his view, striding over to sit on the blanket with him.

Shane made himself turn the opposite way, walking over to Svetlana. She stood, opening her arms, her curves wrapped in a deep blue minidress that Shane was sure Rose had appreciated. She squeezed him in a hug, laughing quietly.

“You could try not to look so disappointed.”

Shane flushed. “Oh, sorry.”

“Shush.” She grinned, sitting down and running a hand through her coils. “Tell me about you and Rose.”

“Um…we’re in a couple?”

“Yes, Shane, I know that.” She rolled her eyes, then hesitated. “Is she…open?”

“Oh.” Shane smiled a bit. Svetlana was looking down at the ground. “You like her, huh?”

Svetlana squinted up at him, not answering, her lips twitching in a smile. 

Shane nodded. “Yes. She’s very open.”

Svetlana exhaled, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “Fantastic.” She opened, brown eyes taking in Shane. “Are you?”

“Oh, sure. I mean...” Shane pushed the words out. “I think it would probably be awkward to date the same person. Not that you’re not,”

Svetlana bit her lip, laughing. “No, I am not interested. I am curious if you are open, generally. Like Rose is.”

Shane flushed. “Oh. Yes. I’m open.”

She nodded, gazing at him as if waiting for him to say more. And the odd thing was, Shane wanted to. Her eyes were steady and warm. It felt like he could say anything and she wouldn’t be surprised. Wouldn’t judge him. 

“I can see why Rose likes you.” His voice came out quiet. He hadn’t meant to say that. He fiddled with his mic instinctively.

Svetlana’s face shifted, something tender breaking beneath the surface. “I like her too. Maybe too much.” She forced a smile. 

Shane shook his head, grinning. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to like Rose too much. She’s fantastic.”

“Yes.” Svetalana sighed, exhaling loudly as if to shake things out. “So. Who might you be open to exploring?”

“Um. Everyone’s nice.” His eyes dragged up behind Svetlana’s shoulder. He could see the back of Connie’s head, blonde curls catching the light, Ilya’s face a sliver to the side, a faint smile visible. 

Shane furrowed his eyebrows. “Is Connie even…?” He flushed again. 

Svetlana turned to follow his gaze, looking over her shoulder without an ounce of subtlety. “Hm. Not sure. I don’t think it matters, though. Everyone seems to fall for Ilya.”

She looked back at Shane, face turning to amusement as he glared into this distance. “Huh. I didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

“What? I’m not jealous.” Shane shook his head furiously. 

Svetlana shrugged. “Then stop leading him on. He has more than enough options if you’re not interested.” Her voice was cool, detached, the brown of her eyes shifting into stone. 

“Leading him on…?” Shane’s brain short-circuited. 

She sighed. “Shane, Ilya came on this show for you after those rumors started. He had almost moved on too, если бы только. He would not shut up after that Rolex shoot. We had to watch so many boring hockey games together, so many of your boring interviews.”

Shane felt feverish, his body building heat as Svetlana continued.

“I would put the phone on mute because of how much he babbled over what message to send you, rewording it a million times, asking if three fire emojis was better than one whenever you’d post something new, when the true answer was absolutely neither, because you didn’t respond to a single message, Shane. Ever. Which is fine. I don’t know you. I don’t know if you’re into Ilya, or if you’re even into men, and if you don’t know either, that is okay. Really. But tell him that, so he can find someone else.” 

She glanced over her shoulder, taking in Ilya’s date with a small sigh. “I mean, maybe someone like Connie would be good for him. He’s so sweet. An innocent little waiter.” She shook her head. “Ilya would change his entire life.”

“No.” Shane’s voice was low, strong, almost a growl. 

Svetlana’s head snapped back. Shane exhaled shakily, not sure where the word had shot out from. He looked at the back of Connie’s stupid head, violent fantasies flashing through his mind, and shook his head no again. 

“Ilya shouldn’t find someone else.”

Svetlana’s eyebrows were raised, lips curving into a suppressed smile.

“So you’re open. Noted.” 

It was early evening by the time they returned. On the car ride back, Shane’s sandal had skimmed Ilya’s, Svetlana’s eyes communicating something to him without words. They had immediately been mobbed by Islanders asking for gossip on how the dates had gone, but Ilya and Svetlana were quickly swept away by producers for their bombshell debrief.

Rose and Shane had one of their own as Rose paced by the pool.

 “Shane, it felt like you were gone forever. Now tell me everything.”

“Yeah, the date was good!”

“Good?” Rose raised her eyebrows.

“Not like that, but yes, good.” Shane laughed. “How was yours?”

“Good too.” She grinned. Shane narrowed his eyes. “No, but really.” She pulled him onto a lounge chair, scooting closer. “He likes you, Shane. For real. But you need to be clear.”

“I know.” Shane sighed. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. If I wanted to do something…to show I’m open to him…would you be okay with that?”

Rose screamed. Birds flapped away in the distance. Ilya and Svetlana looked over from their daybed.

“Rose!”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! Yes, you can do something!” She squeezed his arms, lips coming out into a pout. Her eyes actually looked teary. “I am so proud of you, Shane.”

“Okay, enough.” He swatted her away, his ears burning. 

“So…” Rose swallowed. “Your date with Svetlana?”

“Oh, right.” Shane grinned. “She said something about you. Hmm. What was it?”

“Shane, I swear to god. I don’t care if you’re a great hockey player, I will break your legs right now.”

“Okay, okay!” He laughed, looking at her with a smile. “She likes you Rose. Really likes you.”

“She did not say that.”

“She did too.”

“But like, in a friend way, or?”

“Noo, it was definitely in a super gay way.” Shane grinned. 

Rose keeled over on the loungebed, comatose. He peered at her, her face pressing into the cushion as she kicked her feet. 

“Hey Rose? I’m pretty sure that’s where Leo was sitting earlier. And his Speedo does not contain-”

“Okay, ew.” Rose shot back up, hands pressed against her cheeks. “Are you really sure? You’re not misinterpreting?”

Shane gently pulled her hands down. “She told me she likes you. I told her you were open. Pretty clear cut.”

She exhaled, chewing on her lip. “Fuck. If you’re going to make a move, I guess I should too…”

They looked at each other, grimacing, then fell into each other’s arms with muffled screams. 

Svetlana snorted from the daybed, shaking her head. She turned to Ilya. 

“Well? Are you going to go get your boy?”

“If you get your girl.” Ilya smirked at her. “My sweet Sveta, getting so shy.”

“Shut up, I’m not shy! I’m…nervous.” Her face burned. 

“I think it has to be us.” Ilya tsked. “I don’t think we can count on the puppies to get it together.” They watched Rose and Shane roll around on the lounge chairs for a minute more, laughing. 

Svetlana exhaled, sitting up, but then Rose and Shane separated. Shane pushed Rose forward, sending her skipping slightly towards Svetlana before turning away.

Rose stumbled closer. “Um, hi, sorry to interrupt.” 

Her cheeks were flushed, hair mused. Svetlana wanted to consume her. 

“Svetlana, could I pull you for a chat?”

“But of course.” Svetalana stood gracefully, letting Rose grasp her hand and lead her away. She winked over her shoulder at Ilya. He watched for a moment, smiling, then grabbed his water bottle and sauntered over to Shane. 

Shane had moved to the edge of the pool, his ankles dipping into the water. He was doing the breathing exercises he did before big games, his eyes closed, manifesting his gameplay like always. He would approach Ilya. Ask to go somewhere private. Maybe the docks. Too romantic? And shit, then what would he say, exactly?

“Hello.”

Shane’s head shot up, Ilya blocking out the falling sun with his broad shoulders, the straw of his water bottle hanging lazily out of his mouth. He hooked a thumb into his shorts, the weight pulling them down another millimeter. Shane leaned forward, swaying slightly, eyes tracing the bare skin there, and suddenly he was no longer on solid ground. 

“Fuck, Hollander!” Ilya jumped in the pool after Shane, but Shane was already sputtering to the surface, his eyes wide. Ilya hoisted him back to the lawn, pulling himself up after and doubling over with laughter.

“Shut up! I lost my grip!” Shane shivered, hair wet against his forehead, clothes damp and disgusting against his skin. 

Ilya did not shut up. He stretched out on the lawn, heaving with laughter, the white of his outfit almost completely sheer from the water. Shane swallowed, soaking in how the fabric clung to Ilya’s pecs, shorts skin-tight around his thighs, outlining his…

Ilya stopped laughing. His lips parted, eyes snagging on Shane’s. Shane did not think, did not process. He bent in one smooth motion, tongue lapping the beads of water dripping down Ilya’s neck. Ilya let out a strangled noise, his pec twitching. Shane raised up slightly, looking into Ilya’s eyes, and then leaned down into a deep kiss.

Ilya met him immediately, his hands coming up to cradle the back of Shane’s head, hips rising off the turf. Shane let out a soft moan and Ilya pressed up harder, thumbs pressing against Shane’s jawbone, his skin hot beneath the wet clothes. 

Shane pulled back with an inhale, breaking the kiss, Ilya dazed beneath him. Shane bit his lower lip, trying to stop his growing smile. 

“Um, Ilya. I’d like to pull you for a chat.” He looked down at his clothes. “After I get changed.”

Ilya blinked up at him, his accent thick and raw. “Yes. Okay. Yes.”

Shane waited in the communal bedroom, nervously sipping from his water bottle like a hamster. Ilya had come up to change after him and finally emerged, his hair still damp but eyes slightly more grounded. Shane stopped cupping his water bottle, standing up immediately. 

“Ready for our chat?” 

“Yes, of course.” Ilya smirked. “Should we go to the Soul Ties?” He jerked his head down the corridor. 

“Soul Ties? No.” Shane shook his head rapidly. “You really haven’t seen this show before? Ever?”

“Why would I watch this? I have a life. No.”

“Ilya, you shouldn’t say that.” Shane glanced at the cameras, muttering. He cleared his throat. “Soul Ties is…crazy. Literally. Like…it’s where…” Shane’s face started to burn. “Things happen there. It’s not proper.”

“Ah.” Ilya looked him up and down, a wave of heat slamming over Shane. “You want me to be proper?”

Shane swallowed, trying to stay focused. “I do, a little bit. I don’t think I was the best date today. I’d like to try again.”

Ilya softened. “Okay. Where are you taking me then?”

Shane chewed his lip. If Ilya really never watched the show… 

“We can go to the docks. It’s a bit private.”

They walked in silence, between themselves that is. The other Islanders let out whoops as they passed. 

“I saw you boys wrestling by the pool earlier! All wet and sexy!” Leo purred at them, Cici shushing him with a palm over his mouth. 

“Y’all are cute! Get it!” Her voice faded. “You can always get it with us too though!” 

Ilya and Shane kept their heads down, smiling, hands skimming as they walked. 

“Here it is. It’s, uh, not much.” Shane gestured. 

The docks at the edge of the water, white railings encompassing two small padded benches. Twinkle lights were strung above, pulsing warmly in the dying light. The docks looked out onto the ocean, the sunset a deep orange-red in the distance.

Ilya’s mouth opened. He spun around slowly. 

“Ah. You are trying to romance me. So very proper.”

Shane flushed, shoving his shoulder. “Sit.”

They sat on opposite benches, staring at each other. Shane absently bit into his straw, pressing it against his lower lip as he tried to figure out what to say. Ilya’s eyes raked over the image and Shane cleared his throat, putting the water bottle down and away from his mouth. 

“Okay. So. I haven’t been on a date before. With a guy.”

“I see.”

“I’m still figuring things out.” Shane felt a moment of panic, the mic tight around his neck. “It’s hard to do that…here.” He gestured at the hidden cameras.

“Yes. It is very brave.” Ilya said it plainly, and it was something about that, as if it was a fact, that made Shane start to tear up. Ilya’s eyes widened in alarm and he scooted closer, sliding an arm around Shane’s waist . 

“Sorry.”

“No apology. It is hard. You are brave. We can cry.”

Shane snorted. “I don’t really want to cry on a first date.”

“Ah, I see.” Ilya swept away Shane’s tears with his thumb, face concentrated. Shane watched him, eyelashes fluttering, Ilya’s breath catching when he saw Shane staring.

“I think you are doing good for a first date.”

Shane looked down, slowly tangling one of his hands in Ilya’s. 

“Have you been on dates before? With men?”

“Yes.”

Shane stared at Ilya’s fingers, tracing the smooth nails. “You’ve had boyfriends?”

“Ah, no, actually.” Ilya shifted, smiling ruefully. “Nothing proper.”

Shane glanced up, not able to hide his grin. Something they were equal in. Ilya let out a laugh. 

“So you are competitive off the ice too?”

Shane grinned, leaning into Ilya a little. “Yes. Always.”

“Mm.” Ilya swept his hand through Shane’s hair, resting his chin on top of Shane’s head. They were quiet for a moment. 

“Does it feel bad, to kiss me?”

Shane straightened, pulling away from Ilya. “What?”

Ilya shrugged. “Some men…it feels bad after. Inside them. I was wondering if, for you…”

Shane shook his head. “No, I mean. It’s complicated. I’m trying not to think about it, to be honest. Can’t think about it too much. But no. Kissing you…feels the opposite of bad.”

Ilya grinned. “Finally, you admit you liked my kiss?”

“I think that was pretty obvious.” Shane looked down at his lap, shame tightening in his chest. 

Ilya pulled Shane’s chin up, eyes blazing. 

“It was obvious for me too, no?” He bent closer to Shane’s ear, his breath setting off goosebumps. “You heard my groans when you kissed me? Tasted my tongue, so desperate for you? Felt how hard you made me, squirming against me like that?”

Shane swallowed, his palm pushing Ilya back slightly, breath ragged. 

Ilya continued on, nonchalant. “I like when you kiss me too. When your hands are not so tied. When your eyes can look at me with that little begging expression and-”

“Ilya!” Shane flushed. 

Ilya chucked. “See, Sveta says red on you does not mean anger. But I think sometimes it does. But maybe mixed with other things?”

He reached for Shane’s hand, cradling it and then bringing it to his lips, kissing Shane’s fingertips. His lips slid slowly down Shane’s first two fingers, his lips curving around the digits. Shane may have whimpered before snatching his hand back.

“Ilya. We cannot do this here!”

Ilya shrugged, eyes wide. “I asked about the Soul Ties.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Mm, no. More that you are finally possible.” Ilya gazed at him, eyes soft and hungry. “It makes it hard for me to behave.”

“Well, we…” Shane couldn’t think of words, couldn’t think of reasons not to. Couldn’t explain that it was all happening too fast and not fast enough. That at some point he would have to explain this to his mom, his team, fuck, his team…

“Hey, hey.” Ilya rubbed Shane’s back. “It is hard but I can do it. No more. We can watch the sunset like good boys.”

Shane snorted, snuggling a bit into Ilya’s broad shoulders. 

Ilya’s voice was low when he spoke again. “But tonight…tonight I think I will sleep in Soul Ties. More private than the group bedroom. I will be very lonely, of course. All alone. Unless someone comes to keep me company.”

Shane couldn’t sleep. Ilya had made a show of taking his bedding off his bed and heading to Soul Ties, everyone sending Shane knowing looks. Even Rose had grumbled that he should go already so she could get the bed to herself.

But he hadn’t moved. He had laid there like a corpse until snores and kissing sounds and soft whispers filled the air. He had laid there with his dick throbbing, hands clenched at his sides. It was bad enough that he had kissed Ilya, on national television, with no doubt about who had initiated. As skilled as Yuna was, there was no way she’d be able to spin that. Shane’s agent would be disappointed; she’d lose income if he got booked less for campaigns and ads. His team was probably disgusted with him, if years of their locker room talk was anything to go by. Hell, there would be little kids crying over what a failed role model Shane turned out to be.

And that was what broke him. Because Shane couldn’t remember, even as a kid, doing what he wanted. Control had been there from the moment he was conscious. The safe, chosen control of having his routines and his favored foods and the right kind of fabric against his skin. And then the forced control, like having to smile even when people said insulting things to him, to his mother, because to react would be to make it worse. All of the ways that he contorted, shifted, cut off limbs, to fit in some box that would never be the right size, no matter how hard he tried. 

Shane felt the dampness on his face before he was aware he was crying. He palmed his skin roughly, exhaling shakily. He had been doing this so long, numbing everything but hockey, all his desire challenging into the only appropriate avenue and even then it wasn’t right. Too much. Too intense. Everything else bland. Shane had forgotten what it was to allow himself to want.

Shakily, Shane threw back the covers. He slipped outside, the night air chilling his skin. He racked his brain for a moment, trying to remember if the night vision was as sharp on the outdoor cameras as the indoor ones before shutting his frontal cortex off completely. 

Ilya was reclining under the neon light, SOUL TIES illuminating his profile. He was staring into the distance, face vaguely troubled, arms hugged to his torso as one hand played with his necklace. Shane stopped walking, soaking him in. His body relaxed by degree, something deep within settling. He moved closer and Ilya turned, inhaling slightly.

“You came.”

“You’re still up.”

Shane stepped gingerly down into the conversation pit, pushing aside some pillows to sit next to Ilya. Something about the night made Ilya softer, more fragile. Shane touched his toes against Ilya’s foot, nudging him.

“Is it okay that I’m here?”

Ilya nodded, his eyes locking into Shane. 

Shane stretched out on his side, scooting closer to Ilya. His fingertips hovered, then traced the line of Ilya’s jaw, dipping gradually down his throat to his collarbone. Their breathing quickened, together, loud in the silence of the night. 

Shane pressed his forehead against Ilya’s, their noses skimming. His voice was low and clear.

“I want you, Ilya.” 

Ilya inhaled sharply. “Fuck.” 

Then Shane was in motion, flying beneath Ilya as he moved on top, Ilya’s biceps flexing above him. Ilya buried himself into Shane’s neck, lips wet and hot, Shane arching up with a high-pitched sigh. He ran over Ilya’s muscles, his hands squeezing, gripping the strength of him. His hands moved everywhere, mapping what he had missed from their first kiss.

Ilya parted Shane’s legs, thigh anchoring in between, and lowered again. Shane gasped, the length of Ilya’s hardness apparent. He shivered, flushing, eyes darkening as he caught Ilya’s gaze. 

“Do you feel what you do to me?” Ilya ground his hips against Shane, making a low noise in the back of his throat as Shane let out another whimper. Shane pressed up, eager and needy, dampness already spreading on his pajama bottoms. Ilya felt it, his eyes widening as he lowered to Shane with increased intensity. He swallowed thickly, eyes roaming over Shane’s freckles.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

Shane let out a breathy laugh, words no longer easily accessible. Ilya yanked at his shirt, sliding it off Shane’s head as Shane bounced back like a ragdoll against the pillows. Ilya sat back for a second, running his hands over Shane’s bare torso. Shane tilted his head up, lips wet and parted, pouting slightly at the lack of heat. 

“Patience.” Ilya smirked, lowering his lips to Shane’s pec. “I remember you liking this?” 

His tongue swirled around Shane’s nipple and Shane inhaled sharply, moan tangling in his throat. Encouraged, Ilya doubled his efforts, tongue darting back and over and around in worship until Shane felt his nipples stiffen, every atom of him arching towards Ilya. 

“Please…” Shane’s legs wrapped around Ilya, his strong thighs pulling him tighter, cock aching.

“So polite. So proper.” Ilya’s hands framed Shane’s face, anchoring him, his tongue slipping into his mouth like he owned him. Then he released, hands sliding down to Shane’s hips, his fingers around Shane’s waistband.

Shane froze. Ilya stopped, hands releasing. 

“Sorry. Um.” Shane’s brain let out a strenuous spark of activity, his neurons barely firing. “Clothes…on. For tonight?” He flushed, feeling absolutely virginal. Ilya stared at him, something twitching in his jaw.

“Absolutely.” Ilya said something in Russian against Shane’s neck. Shane couldn’t understand, but there was something about Ilya’s tone, soft and completely undone as he murmured into the tender skin of Shane’s collarbone. Shane whimpered again, his hips rocking, and Ilya cursed, nipping his throat. His hands scooped under Shane’s hip and flipped him, Shane suddenly straddling Ilya, who collapsed beneath him.

Shane inhaled, taking in Ilya’s curls scattered across the pillow, his muscular form sprawled below him. Ilya pushed his hips up slightly, reminding Shane of their shared hardness. He cocked an eyebrow, bringing a hand to the back of Shane’s neck. 

Shane dove forward, lips finding Ilya’s again as his hips started rocking and forth. He could feel his precum dripping and he groaned as Ilya shifted, wedging his thigh between Shane’s legs and pushing him down harder. Shane anchored his hands behind Ilya’s neck, his body no longer in his conscious control, hips hitching in desperate little motions. His lips became messy, landing half on Ilya’s lips, then his throat, then the side of his jaw, wanting wanting wanting. 

A haze spread over Shane, body loose and flushed, the heat rising up his chest. He leaned into Ilya’s palm against his cheek, pressing sloppy kisses there. Then he found Ilya’s fingers, remembering earlier. His tongue reached for them hungrily, two sliding into his mouth as Shane moaned with satisfaction. Ilya began to speak in low, fast Russian, his hips jerking beneath Shane’s as Shane ground down, his tongue swirling around Ilya’s fingers, wanting his cock, wanting to be filled in every way possible. Shane gasped, pulling up.

“Fuck, Ilya, I’m close, I’m-”

Ilya grunted, tightening his hand around the back of Shane’s neck, the pressure delicious on Shane’s throat as Ilya drove his fingers back into Shane’s mouth, Shane sucking them up eagerly. Ilya’s hips moved faster, snapping as he ground into Shane’s thigh and Shane felt another wave release, pleasure somehow extending, heightening, as  Ilya shuddered beneath him, warmth pooling through Shane’s bottoms as he slowly came back to himself. 

Ilya dragged his fingers free, a trail of wetness streaking along Shane’s cheek. Shane shifted slightly, moving his weight to the side, breathing still coming fast. Ilya’s eyes closed as small tremors continued to rack his body.

“You…are not proper, Hollander.”

Shane smiled into Ilya’s shoulder, murmuring happily.

“I did not realize.” Ilya exhaled shakily.

“Too late.” Shane nuzzled into Ilya’s armpit, moving his arm around him. “Our souls are tied now.”

“I understand now. Soul Ties is crazy.” Ilya gripped Shane, Russian phrases slipping into his dark hair. “We sleep here every night now. Is official.”

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

America’s vote is in, sending someone packing. The rest of the Islanders scramble to seduce, because it is time…for the first recoupling! 

[a black-and-white video of Shane and Rose bursts into flames]

And whoever isn’t chosen will be left single…and vulnerable… 

[theme music blares]

Chapter End Notes

this one felt a bit clunky cause there was a lot i wanted to get through sigh BUT cutesy stuff ahead next episode followed by of course more drama and guest stars in a bit (hint: bombshell hayden...ilya is gonna be SO NORMAL about it)

translations: если бы только --> if only

shout outs!
to Game of Roses for being the experts on reality tv as sport and fun trivia like not eating date food
to Kay Kay from Season 5 for coining "soul ties is craaazy" (and personal shout out to Nicolandria for doing hot things in soul ties and keeping my personal crazy going)
and BIGGEST shout out to yall reading!! so appreciate you being here and leaving comments! <333

Chapter 6

Chapter Summary

Shane feels more comfortable in his sexuality. Ilya feels more comfortable in being An Idiot. We have our first recoupling ceremony and, gasp, Shane and Ilya officially couple up <333

Chapter Notes

The bright white lights flared on in the communal bedroom, without warning as usual. Shane jolted awake with a gasp, wondering for a brief moment if it had all been a dream. 

Ilya had plunged into sleep almost immediately afterwards. Shane’s brain had gradually come back to earth, becoming increasingly fixated on the drying fluids clinging to his thighs. He had gently pried himself out of Ilya’s arms and showered quickly, grabbing a fresh pair of bottoms from the dressing room and slipping in beside Rose as if he had never been gone. Now that Shane was awake, he could feel the lack of sleep in the puffiness around his eyes, a dull headache threatening. 

Rose groaned, turning over. She squinted at him, rubbing her eyes awake as she registered him.

“Oh, Shane.” She sighed. “Next time a sexy Russian model wants to have a sleepover, you should really say yes.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Shane ducked his face as he got out of bed, hiding his smile from her. 

Rose’s eyes flickered over him, taking in his bare torso and athletic shorts instead of his pajama set. She shot up.

“Shane…”

Shane tossed a pillow at her, grinning, speeding out of the room before she could pry him for details. He slowed as he went outside and passed Soul Ties, craning his neck slightly as he turned the corner. The area was deserted. No sign of Ilya, or of the night before. Shane’s stomach dropped slightly but he continued downstairs. There was breakfast to prepare.

 He had almost finished Rose’s scrambled eggs, Leo making Cici bacon next to him, when Ilya appeared in the kitchen. Shane sensed him first, a change in the air, before his head jerked up in greeting. Ilya’s hair was wet from the shower. He had put on a plain black tee over joggers, nothing extraordinary about the outfit that would justify why Shane’s heart was vibrating like that.

Ilya meandered closer, hands in his pockets.

“Ah, no. I like my eggs over easy.”

Shane’s lips twitched. “These are for Rose. We’re supposed to make breakfast for our couples?”

“Or who we’re courting!” Connie flushed behind Ilya. “Do you happen to know what Svetlana likes for breakfast?”

Svetlana strolled down the stairs, still in her nightset that left little to the imagination. 

“You are so sweet, Connie. Make me anything.” She leaned on the counter, taking in Shane at the stove with a sigh.

“You’re too fast, Hollander. At least let me bring Rose her coffee?” 

Shane laughed, nodding. Ilya sniffed, heading back to the stairs with chin raised high. 

“Over easy, Shane. I shall be with the girls. Being courted!” 

The boys whooped in the kitchen and Shane shook his head, face red and split into a wide smile. He scraped Rose’s eggs onto a plate, hesitating for only a second before heading back to the fridge for more. Svetlana squeezed his shoulder with a grin, Connie interrupting to start up some nervous chatter in front of the coffee machine. 

Shane headed up the stairs slowly, both hands balancing precarious plates of food. He paused outside the girls’ dressing room, laughter echoing within, as his eyes dragged over his bed. His pajama shirt rested on the edge, folded neatly with care. Shane blinked a few times, holding back a grin before pushing the door open with his hip. He was met with a silence that could only mean they were just talking about him.

Inside, the girls sat at their vanities in various states of getting ready, mirrors in front of each, makeup scattered across the long faux marble table. Ilya was sitting on Svetlana’s stool with his knees pressed against his chest, absurdly large in the space. His curls were pushed off his forehead by a soft purple headband, a big bow in the middle, while Shawna applied light blush to his cheeks, giggling happily. 

“Shh, ladies, we have an intruder.” Ilya fluttered his eyelashes at Shane, who snorted despite the happy warmth spreading across his chest.

“This is for you, Rose.” Shane placed one plate in front of her, Ilya sitting right next to her. “And um, for you too.”

Ilya inspected the plate closely, pouting slightly. 

“Rose said she got a flower for her first breakfast. Very cute. Very courting.” Ilya poked one of his eggs with a fork. “Where is my flower hiding?”

The girls tittered as Shane shook his head and looked at Rose. “Traitor. Svetlana wanted to make your coffee. She should be up soon.”

“Ah, do not change the subject!” Ilya gestured with his fork in exaggerated outrage. “Do not become distracted by my sister wife!”

“Sister wife?!” Shane looked around the room. “Who’s teaching him this stuff?”

“They are helping with my English education.” Ilya sniffed. “And you can only have two sister wives at most, is new rule, very important to follow.”

“Is that so?”

 Shane’s eyes snagged on Ilya’s, really looking at him for the first time that morning. He was somehow more beautiful in the morning light, his laugh lines faint and visible, irises a swirl of ocean colors. Shane’s eyes softened, muscles relaxing even as he felt a faint throb below the belt, Ilya gazing back at him. 

“All right.” Cici leaned forward, lip gloss in hand. “Spill. What happened last night, hmm?”

Shane’s voice dropped. “You didn’t tell them?”

Ilya shook his head slightly, then raised his jaw. “A lady does not kiss and tell.”

“I tell! I’ve told everything!” Cici smacked her lips together, spreading the gloss. 

“That’s all been against our will,” Lexi deadpanned, studying her eyes as she swept up her mascara. 

“And how is it even possible you were riding cowgirl under the comforter? That’s like…hot as hell.” Shawna shook her head, disgusted.

“Oh my god, I know.” Cici giggled.

“No, literally. How did you breathe? That’s a suffocation hazard.” 

“Ugh, I wish.” Cici bit her lip.

Rose and Shane exchanged a glance, Rose moving her hand up to mask her laughter. 

“Thank you for the breakfast, Shane.” She leaned forward, kissing his cheek.

“Yes, thank you, husband.” Ilya leaned forward, kissing his other cheek. “I will find others soon, so you can have brother-husbands. Be less lonely.” 

He pinched Shane’s side, Shane slapping him away with a half-smile, half-glare.

“And that’s why you didn’t get a flower.”

The producers pulled Shane for his confessional not long after that, their eyes glinting. Shane had been close-lipped the last few interviews, too boring for really any of it to make it to air. They had clipped him saying he was glad to be paired with Rose, that their couple was strong, that the new bombshell was “interesting…,” but then Shane’s lips had sealed tight against any more words. 

But this? Today? This was different.

Shane shifted in front of the cheesy backdrop, palm tree looking out over a beach behind his shoulder. He pushed one of the pillows to the side, wrapping his arm around the other one for stability. He was wearing his favorite tee, a soft gray thing that soothed his skin, wrapping him in comfort. He was also sweating profusely.

Shane swallowed, looking into the camera lens, the small room empty. The producers would poke their heads in sometimes to prod, but they tried to stay out if they could help it. Tried to make it feel like you were talking to your own reflection instead of a national audience, a trick to make you let your guard down. 

Shane knew exactly who he was talking to.

He exhaled intentionally, breath expanding his chest and centering him as it poured out his lips. He raised his gaze to the camera. 

“Well.” He smiled. “I suppose I have some updates.” 

Shane re-entered the villa, eyes blinking against the sunlight. He wanted Ilya. Before he had a chance, Zac dropped his weights in the outdoor gym, holding up his phone. 

“Got a text!”  The Islanders gathered, Zac squinting at the screen.

“Islanders. America has been voting.” There was a collective groan.

“Tonight, the Islander who received the least votes will be sent packing.” Zac swallowed. “Then it is time for our first recoupling. Bombshells will choose first. Everyone else is at risk. Chat accordingly.”

He lowered his phone. Everyone glanced at each other like they were at a funeral. Rose caught Shane’s eye at the edge of the crowd, moving to him automatically.

“Okay, show expert, what does this mean?”

Shane slipped his hand in hers automatically, wandering to the beanbags with his brows furrowed. 

“It’s a bit unusual. Not knowing who goes home throws things off. But since Ilya and Svetlana are safe, if they pick us…”

“We’re safe.”

“Unless we’re voted off first.” Shane’s stomach clenched. For all he knew, rabid hockey fans were leading campaigns to get him voted off, disgusted with him and Ilya. Rose squeezed his hand.

“We’re not going home. And if we don’t get picked by them,” She shook her head a bit, as if refusing the thought. “Then we pick each other. Easy. There’s no way either of us is voted the least popular.” 

“If you say so.” 

Shane glanced up. The villa was in chaos. Ilya and Svetlana were already being swarmed by those not interested in their existing couples, Shawna and Hannah crowding around Ilya while Connie hovered hopefully at Svetlana’s elbow. 

Lexi cleared her throat, her knee leaning into a bean bag next to them.

“What’s the deal with you two? Are you locked in with the bombshells?”

Shane and Rose looked at each other. Lexi sighed in irritation, fingers tapping against the Lexi I. looped on her water bottle in pink cursive.

“Hello, I need to know if you’re with each other or with the bombshells.” She glanced over her shoulder where Javi was napping on one of the daybeds, oblivious to the chaos. 

“Javi is some random personal trainer, okay. Us celebrities will get the votes easy, but Javi could be voted off before recoupling and I am not ready to go home. So if there’s a chance…” 

Rose pushed down a smile. “So true, you’re way more popular. Ilya would be so lucky to have a girl like you.”

Shane scoffed. “Or Svetlana. Since you’re…” He motioned between Lexi and Rose.

Lexi flushed. “I’m not anything, pervert.” She stomped off, beelining for Ilya. 

“I think she might like you.”

Rose laughed, hitting Shane’s chest. “Shut up.”

“And thanks a lot.” Shane took in the line forming around Ilya. “I really wanted to talk to him sometime in the next twelve hours.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna be waiting a minute.” Rose grinned evilly as she walked away, Svetlana’s eyes looking for an escape from Connie and gesturing to the swings near Rose. 

“Dirty play, Landry!” Shane laughed, reclining on his beanbag for a moment. 

It was rare for him to feel this settled. He hadn’t even worked out yet. Still, his muscles felt loose, warmth steady through his fingertips. A smile flitted over his face as he soaked in Ilya, the girls hovering around him like butterflies, only Shane knowing what he sounded like when he reached that brink of pleasure. 

Shane stretched leisurely, wandering over to where Javi was napping. He nudged his foot. 

“Hey, man. Not stressed about tonight?”

Javi cracked an eyelid, yawning. “Whatever happens, happens.”

“So zen.” Shane laughed. “Up for another training session later?”

“Anything for you, Hollander.” Javi grinned, one side of his mouth twitching up around his water bottle. 

Shane felt his body shiver for a moment, his eyes finally allowing himself to take in Javi. Dark hair. Plush lips. Body a tool of muscle and strength. Shane smiled for a moment. 

It was new, this want. It shimmered around everything. He had made himself eggs after feeding Ilya and Rose that morning, the yolks bursting into his mouth. He had taken one of the ginger ales out of the fridge as he left his confessional, savoring the bubbles dancing over his tongue. And now this. A beautiful man before him. A man Shane could admit was beautiful like he could admit the ocean was beautiful. 

That he liked it. 

That maybe, in another timeline, he would take it - drawing Javi to him like he had Ilya the night before. 

Because that…that had cracked open his want. Had rearranged the atoms of the world around him. The way Ilya had touched him, had made him feel like he not only could want, but should, before offering himself up for the taking. The way Shane woke up feeling like everything was suddenly in reach, glowing and pulsing and maybe something he deserved.

“What are you looking so goofy about?” Javi cocked his head, still grinning. “Let me guess…something to do with your soul getting tied?”

Shane let out a laugh, full-throated, his eyes closing against the warm sunlight as he tilted his head back. He rubbed his face, chuckling.

“I really wasn’t subtle, huh?”

“Not even a bit, mate.” Javi playfully hit his arm with his water bottle. “Just glad you boys took it outside. Every time I close my eyes, I still hear Cici screaming Leo’s name. Or vice versa.” He shuddered exaggeratedly, making Shane laugh again. “For real though, happy for you two, yeah? Good looking lads.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Shane blushed, digging his fingers into the cushions. 

“What do you wanna work today, then? Want to impress him with some biceps?” Javi sat up, squeezing Shane’s arm. 

“Abs?” He tickled his sides, Shane squealing and twitched away. Javi’s hand came down on his ass in a playful slap. 

“Yeah, glutes it is, fuckin’ knew it.” 

Shane laughed again, slamming his shoulder into Javi as they stumbled towards the gym, looping away from Ilya outside the kitchen, still surrounded by admirers. 

“Shut up, he’ll hear you.”

“Hey, as long as I don’t hear you two after recoupling tonight.” 

Shane tweaked Javi’s nipple, hard, the man gasping in surprise before grabbing Shane in a headlock, spinning him to the ground. Shane struggled for a brief moment before flipping Javi over, righting himself, and slapping Javi’s cheek lightly.

“Good try, Javi. I should be training you.”

“Beginner’s luck!” 

Shane dismounted, his grin threatening to burst his cheeks. Javi thought Ilya would pick Shane at the recoupling. Said it like a fact. An inevitability. Shane rubbed his chest slightly, smile stuck on his face. It was odd to feel the joy he usually only felt on the ice, here, in the summer sun. For something that wasn’t about winning, or being the best, or training the hardest. 

Just Ilya. Wanting him. And letting himself be wanted. 

“Ah, I’ve lost him again.” Javi slapped the back of Shane’s head. “Tackled you too hard, eh? Your brain is probably mush from hockey anyway.”

Shane just smiled, tilting his face higher towards the sunlight.

Ilya’s brows lowered as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, Shawna chattering about something as her fingertips grazed his arm. It’s not like Ilya had been in a rush to talk with Shane about last night. All there was for the Islanders to do was talk. Maybe lift weights or jump in the pool for a bit, but mostly talking. They couldn’t have their personal phones, couldn’t bring books, couldn’t do anything but interact with one another. So Ilya knew there would be time. 

It’s just that…he hadn’t expected Shane wouldn’t be in a rush either. He seemed so at ease. So different from the nervous bunny he had been the day before, darting away if Ilya even breathed near him. Ilya had woken up expecting to see Shane still there, hovering, needing to dissect and process every moment of the night before. It’s not like Ilya needed to talk through anything. He’s been with men before. Lots of them. 

 Ilya’s eyes flickered to the swinging bench across the villa. Rose had found Svetlana immediately after the announcement. Even from here, he could see how into each other they were, their hands tracing one another, shoulders leaning in. He bet if he could see Svetlana closer, her eyes would have that glimmer she usually only got when looking at her next luxury car purchase. 

But Shane, Shane hadn’t come to find him. Shane had let Ilya get mobbed by women - oh lovely, here was Lexi heading over too - without a care in the world. As if he knew Ilya would choose him for the recoupling.

He would, of course.

But wasn’t Shane even slightly worried? Didn’t he want to put even a bit of effort in to make that a guarantee? 

Ilya forced a smile, nodding as Hannah said something, her hands gesturing wildly as Shawna pouted behind her. 

Ilya thought he had been coming off confident. Sexy, almost, coming in so strong. So focused. Breaking through whatever fortress Shane had put up in his head to deny the spark between them. Ilya had felt it, the second they met on the Rolex shoot, their hands meeting in a shake that wanted to linger. 

But maybe it was…a bit much. Pathetic, even? To be so clearly into only one person on a dating show centered around exploring with as many people as possible? He shouldn’t have told Rose he had come on the show just for Shane. Thinking about it now, that sounded deranged. Like some kind of stalker, betting his dignity on a two-second viral clip. Ilya shifted, letting Lexi lean in a bit closer, her eyes lowering as she trailed a finger over his torso.

Ilya had been men’s first experience before. It was sort of his pastime, to be honest. Svetlana would make a game out of it, pointing out someone in the club whenever the night started to drag. And nearly always, Ilya would be successful. Some man shocked that yes, another man could be attractive to him. His lips could like the feel of another’s, nevermind the stubble. His dick could twitch as Ilya moved closer, bodies hidden in the press of the dance floor.

It never bothered Ilya what the outcome was. Sometimes they called, desperate for more. Sometimes they disappeared completely, slinking off into the night with questions Ilya couldn’t answer for them. Sometimes Ilya would see them again a month or two later, arms twined around another man, face loose and happy.

Maybe that’s what he was for Shane. A portal. A doorway he moved through on the way to finding himself. 

Ilya stiffened, Lexi’s fingers withdrawing as she followed his gaze to the daybeds. Shane was sprawled next to Javi, thighs falling open in loose comfort, faces far too close. He couldn’t see Shane, but he could see Javi’s smug little face, the grin dancing there like something he had earned. 

Lexi inhaled slightly, following his gaze. “Oh. When Rose said I should talk to you, I thought she was mostly messing around. But maybe…” 

She sighed, blonde hair tickling Ilya’s chin. Her tone was so light. 

“You shouldn’t worry about it, though. I’m pretty sure Javi doesn’t go that way. He’s like, obsessed with me.” She trailed her fingers down Ilya’s arms. “Even if I’m not so obsessed with him…”

Ilya’s jaw was clenching almost as quickly as his heartrate, his fingers gripping the kitchen countertop as if he planned to shatter it. Rose, pushing this girl towards him on purpose? Shane, rising from the daybeds, now blushing? Shane and Javi’s hands tangled as they playfought, Ilya watching in what felt like slow motion as Javi slapped Shane’s ass. Absolutely not. 

Ilya released the counter, about to stride over and throw Javi halfway across the villa like useless debris, when he realized Shane wasn’t stopping him. He wasn’t upset. He wasn’t unwilling. Shane was still laughing, pulling Javi to his feet, his face flushing just like it had the night before. 

Fine. Ilya had miscalculated. His eyes tracked Shane and Javi winding their way to the gym, noticing they took the long way to avoid passing in front of him. Cowards. Lexi blattered on about something as Ilya watched the two boys peel off their shirts, Javi moving to spot Shane on the bench. He forced himself to nod, coming back to the present in degrees, Lexi taking center stage while Hannah and Shawna hovered at the wings, irritated.

Ilya’s face broke into a smile he did not feel.

“Ladies. My apologies. You are all so beautiful. How could I be expected to choose?” He tapped his chin, pondering. “Ah. I know. We will have a kissing contest.”

He pointed to the firepit, a stone’s throw from the outdoor gym. 

“I will sit there. You do whatever you like to me. Whatever girl wins, I pull for a chat.”

The three women exchanged a look, smiles growing on their faces. 

“I call first.” Hannah grinned.

“Game on.” Shawna flipped her hair over her shoulders. 

“Get ready to lose.” Lexi added sweetly.

Ilya strode over to the firepit, eyes trained forward, chin raised. He thought he felt Shane’s gaze flicker over him, but it may have been wishful thinking. He couldn’t trust himself with anything at this point.

Ilya settled himself in the center of the curved bench, spreading his arms wide as he reclined, king-like.

“I am ready, ladies!” 

Rose squinted over, Svetlana trailing her lips away from Rose’s ear to glance behind her. Hannah pushed off the kitchen counter, striding over to Ilya. She wore heels with her bikini, trying to boost her short frame, and her curves were on full display as she strutted over. She reached Ilya and straddled him without hesitation, his hands rising to cup the swell of her hips, his thumbs treading under the white bikini ties popping against her dark skin. 

Rose blinked. “What…is he doing?”

Svetlana’s eyes flickered, lingering on Hannah’s ass. “Let’s keep watching and find out.”

“Ugh!” Rose slapped Svetlana’s shoulder lightly, scooting into her lap. “You close your eyes. I’ll keep you posted.”

Svetlana giggled, burying her face into Rose’s collarbone. 

Hannah leaned down, her lips teasing Ilya for a moment before making contact, hand coming up to cradle his face. Zac looked over from his pingpong game with Connie, his racket lowering. After a long few beats, Hannah released Ilya with a smack, her hands fluttering by her face as she dismounted. 

“Whew, you are a good kisser.” 

She strode away, hips swinging, passing Shawna on the way. Ilya sat smugly, eyes trained on the next woman walking towards him. His head snapped at the sound of weights dropping onto the ground. Shane slipped off the bench, practically running as he crossed the villa and mounted the stairs two at a time, Javi hovering helplessly behind him. 

“Shit.” Rose dismounted, kissing Svetlana’s cheek briefly before hurrying after Shane. She strode across the villa, glaring in Ilya’s direction with a shout.

“Are you actually that stupid? Actually?” 

Ilya sat frozen, face blank. The rest of the villa graciously looked away, Zac having some loud words with Hannah in the kitchen. Svetlana approached him, sighing as she stood above him.

“Hello, my sweet idiot.”

Ilya replied in Russian, bending over as his stomach cramped. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Mmm, I don’t know either. Odd mating ritual, kissing everyone but the boy you like.”

“He…I saw him with Javi…” Ilya blinked. “I thought maybe he didn’t want…”

Svetlana exhaled slowly, opened her arms and pulling Ilya in. She rocked him slightly before pulling back, slapping his cheeks lightly like a drum.

“My idiot boy. Try using those lips to talk first, hm?” She ran a thumb over his lips, erasing Hannah’s gloss, and jerked her head upstairs. “Now go fix your mess so I can get back to using my lips for other things.” 

Ilya snorted, groaning as he leaned back, fists over his eyes. He knew he would still pick Shane in the recoupling. Would always pick Shane. But what if Shane didn’t want to recouple with him?

Upstairs, Rose practically growled, her arms thrown around Shane as they sat on their bed, Ilya looming in the doorway. 

“Rose. It’s okay.” Shane’s voice was a flat monotone. Ilya’s stomach twisted again, the nausea kicking up. 

“Please. May I talk to him?” Ilya clasped his hands in front of him, shoulders bowed, feeling like a scolded schoolboy. 

Rose huffed, standing up and coming closer in what he assumed was an attempt at intimidation, nevermind the fact that she barely cleared his chest. 

“If Shane does not leave here grinning, and happy, with, with, his feet massaged, and carried in your arms for the rest of the night, while you kiss his little forehead, I swear to god Ilya, I will throw you off the balcony myself.”

“Yes. Understood.” Ilya bowed, nodding immediately. She glared at him for another minute and then stalked out of the room, giving Shane a final glance over her shoulder.

Ilya sunk onto the bed, feeling the mattress shift, sliding Shane a hair closer to him. Ilya cleared his throat. Talking. He could talk.

“Ah. We did not speak about last night?” 

Shane’s face did not move, his eyes fixed on a point at the floor.

“I thought…maybe you were not joking about souls being tied. But today, Rose told Lexi to pull me. And you went to pull Javi. I…reacted badly.”

“Ilya…” Shane’s voice was low, his eyes drifting to closed. “Javi and I-”

“Is okay.” Ilya nodded, pushing down the lump in his throat. “It is early days, as they say here, yes? We are not even in a couple. We are all open, all exploring. I know this. I forgot this. It was wrong of me.” 

He scratched a line on his thigh, forcing himself onward. 

“It is a lot for you, all this figuring out on camera. It is selfish for me to be jealous. You should explore. If I am the only one you have been with, you should…see what else you like.”

Shane blinked at the floor. “That’s what you want?”

Ilya leaned a bit closer, bumping their shoulders. 

“Testing the connection, yes? The girls were teaching me this morning. Couples are supposed to play this game. Kiss people. See what they like. And if the couple survives, it is strong.” 

Ilya swallowed. 

“What I want is for us to be strong. I want us to be…a couple. A couple that is strong.”

Shane finally looked at him, his lips twitching slightly. “You do? You’re not…thinking of asking Hannah? Or…”

“No.” Ilya cut him off. “Only you.” He shrugged. “I get first choice, so no one gets to have you.” He glanced away from Shane, heart lurching. “But I will not ask if you do not want me to.”

Shane’s hands slid into Ilya’s. “I want.” 

He nodded, fully smiling now, his eyes glassy. 

“Ilya…I want so much…” 

He stopped, voice trembling, shifting against him so their foreheads touched, his hands tracing patterns on Ilya’s joggers. 

“It’s like…I understand so much now. Why the guys always talk about hitting the club. Why they rave about their hookups. Chexy’s cute stories about his girlfriend that frankly, just sound normal to me. He likes the way she eats cereal? I don’t know.” Shane shook his head. “The dumb love songs on the radio. All of that.” His cheeks were burning, voice wavering. “It’s scary. Wanting something so much. I feel…broken open with it.” 

Ilya swallowed, nose nuzzling Shane’s, letting him get it all out.

“I want you…like I want hockey. But it’s scarier? Knowing that. Saying that. So if I’m not able to be clear, maybe, or say it all the time…it doesn’t mean it’s because I don’t want. It’s just hard to let myself.”

Ilya pressed closer, his thumb wiping away Shane’s tears. 

“I understand. Thank you.” 

He kissed Shane’s cheek, and then the other one, hesitating above his lips. Shane tilted his chin just slightly, his breath quickening.  

Ilya murmured. “Let yourself. Let yourself want this.” 

His thumb parted Shane’s lips, feeling the desire there before he leaned forward, lips devouring him. Shane whimpered, Ilya’s tongue slipping in immediately, his hand gripping Shane’s ass and half-yanking him onto Ilya’s lap. Shane responded at once, thighs wrapping around Ilya as he gripped his curls, their torsos sealing together in a wave of heat.

“Make me want it, Ilya. Tell me.”

A low noise hummed against the back of Ilya’s throat and he flipped Shane on the bed, bracing him in with his body. 

“You want this, Shane. You want this so bad.”

 Ilya pressed his lips against the hollow of Shane’s neck, feeling Shane arch in response, breath thinning as he keened. Ilya glanced down at the cursive scrawled at the foot of the bed, scoffing at the two names there.

“You do not want Rose, Shane. You do not want some girl in your bed like you have been told.” 

Shane squirmed beneath him, his breath accelerating, that delicious pink flush creeping up his neck. 

“You want me, Shane.” 

Ilya lowered his body weight without warning, snapping his hips against Shane as let out a surprised gasp. 

“You want my body pressed against you. My hands on your throat.” 

Shane whimpered beautifully, his fingers tugging at Ilya’s wrist and moving it to the flash of skin he offered, head tilting back. Ilya complied, hand bracing at the base of Shane’s neck, trying and failing to ignore the thud of his pulse threading from his neck down between his thighs.

“You want my cock filling you up. Your mouth. Your hole. Anywhere you can have it.” 

Shane actually cried out, Ilya’s hand moving swiftly from his neck to mouth to mute the noise. He ground into Shane, hissing at the wetness spreading there. 

“Say it, Shane. Say what you want.”

He tore his palm away from Shane’s mouth, gripping the sides of his neck as his hips pumped below, tongue tracing Shane’s earlobe. Shane began to shake below him. Ilya tsked, raising his body off Shane’s, a high whine sounding in response.

“Ah, no. You don’t get to come until you say it. Look at me, Shane. Good boy. Look at me when you tell me what you want.”

Shane’s pupils were wide, vibrating almost, his lips slick and open as he tried to force a word out. Ilya hovered above him, waiting, the centimeter between their bodies killing him just as much. 

Shane’s voice came out wavering, breathy. And sure.

“You…Ilya. I want you.”

Ilya grunted, diving down to Shane’s lips with a groan, bodies sinking back into each other. Ilya felt himself teetering almost instantly, bracing a second longer so he could pull back to watch Shane’s face, his eyes still trained on Ilya, both of them holding the gaze as they came.  

Ilya did not leave Shane’s side the rest of the day. Shane told him he could, that he’s not going to meltdown again, but Ilya just grunted and made Shane ask more of his questions. Shane had a lot of questions.

He wanted to know about how Ilya learned English. Svetlana. Made me watch many, ah, romcoms, when learning. So I know many cheesy lines to use on you. A wink.

He wanted to know about Ilya’s career. Yes, fun. Lots of travel. Interesting people. They all think I am a pretty face with no brain. Which is only true sometimes. A kiss on Shane’s cheek. 

He wanted to know about Ilya’s family, but this is where Ilya stopped, sighing, nestling back into Shane’s arms and trading turns.

What about your family? I’m an only child. My parents are great. A smile. My mom’s a bit intense. I have a cat named Pork Belly. I miss him. A blink of his eyelashes, lips twisting down. A pinch of his cheeks, Ilya saying something under his breath in Russia. 

What do you eat for breakfast? Uh, protein shakes usually. Bagels, sometimes, rarely. If I’m splurging. A blush from Shane.

What is your type, for guys? I don’t know. Haven’t thought about it too deeply. Too busy not thinking about it, maybe. A shrug. You, I guess. 

He’s rewarded with a lingering kiss. 

Night approached quickly. The Islanders were sent upstairs to change into their evening wear. Shane eyed Ilya out of his periphery, observing as Ilya selected a silky button-up, dark, with a cheetah spread wide across it. Shane snorted. It would look garish on anyone but him.

Carefully, he pulled on dark slacks, scanning Leo’s closet next to him. He lowered his voice. 

“Hey, man. Mind if I borrow something?”

“Help yourself, brother!” Leo clasped him on the back, already outfitted in a royal blue shirt, no whiskers drawn on his face.

Shane tilted his head. “No leopard today?”

Leo smiled slightly. “Nah. Not tonight.” He exhaled. “Trying to let Cici see all of me, I guess.”

“That’s really sweet.” Shane blinked at Leo for a second, smiling, before leaning over into his closet. 

Ilya walked by him, hand squeezing his waist briefly with a wink, eyes roaming over Shane’s bare chest. Leo whistled. 

“I don’t know where you find the restraint.”

Shane grabbed a shirt out of his closet, ignoring him, a smile blooming on his face anyway.

“Islanders.” Ariana stood in front of the firepit, a sheer purple dress clinging to her body. “Tonight is our first elimination, and our first recoupling. Please stand.”

Everyone rose to their feet, Shane swaying next to Rose, his black blazer hot over his shirt. 

He kept his head bent, heart thudding, as phones went off one by one, signaling safety. He squeezed Rose’s hand when her text dinged, her hand sliding out of his as she dropped to her seat with relief. At last, Shane’s phone chirped. He opened the text.

“Shane Hollander. America has voted. You are not eliminated.” 

Shane pumped his fist by his side, exhaling as he sat back down.

“Thank god.” Rose squeezed his arm, grinning.

The phones kept going until only Zac was left standing.

Ariana sighed. “Zac. I am so sorry, but you have been eliminated. You must pack your bags and leave immediately.”

There was a murmur as the other Islanders rose, Hannah sobbing despite her kiss with Ilya earlier that day. Shane clapped him on the back.

“See you on the outside. Nice meeting you.”

And then Zac was gone, suitcase thunking down the path as he disappeared from sight.

Ariana tossed her hair behind one shoulder, standing up taller. “Please gather back around the firepit for our first recoupling.”

The Islanders shifted back into place, Ariana turning to the side. 

“Bombshells, please join us.”

Ilya and Svetlana walked out, side by side, and damn, Shane swallowed, they looked good. He took in how Ilya’s shirt hugged his torso in all the right ways, his pants tight against his ass as he walked. Rose’s eyes were trained on Svetlana, her hair pulled up with a few loose coils in front, a layered gold necklace slinking down between her breasts.

They stood on either side of Ariana, Ilya’s eyes twinkling at Shane. 

“Ilya and Svetlana, you may choose any Islander to recouple with. Svetlana, ladies first.”

She cleared her throat, tossing her hair away from her face slightly. Rose and Shane laced their hands together, waiting.

“I would like to couple up with this girl-” A hard squeeze from Rose. “Because she is funny, smart, and very easy on the eyes. I know it’s early days, but I truly feel like there could be something there. I feel so lucky to have had such a positive start to my Love Island journey, and I can’t wait to see how things develop.” 

She grinned, crinkling her nose. 

“And I am very excited to sleep in the same bed once we are an official couple.” 

Rose practically cut off circulation to Shane’s hand.

“And so, the girl I would like to couple up with is…” Svetlana burst into a smile, finally raising her eyes. “Rose.”

Rose hopped up, striding across the firepit area as the Islanders clapped. She leaned in, cupping Svetlana’s face, and planted a long kiss on her lips, the claps increasing.

Ariana fanned herself.

“Well done, Svetlana. Please take a seat together. Our first new couple from tonight - Svetlana and Rose!”

Shane smiled, still clapping as he scooted over to make room for the pair.

Ilya stepped forward, hands clasped in front of him, face serious. 

“This was a very difficult decision for me.”

Shane’s stomach dropped. Ilya grinned at him, backtracking immediately.

“Only kidding. I would like to couple up with this boy because,” he swallowed. “He is the one I came here for. I did not know if it was true. The internet can be very stupid. But I can also be stupid, and I was hoping very stupidly that a beautiful hockey boy with freckles may actually like me. Or at least my nice butt.”

Shane groaned, laughing into his hands, Ilya’s smile dancing across his face.

“So I was very happy to meet this boy. To find out this boy is not only so cute, and impressive, and sensitive, but also open. Open to being brave. To discovering things. To letting himself want what he deserves.”

Ilya let his gaze linger on Shane, his accent thickening. 

“So the boy I want to couple up with is…Shane Hollander.”

Shane barely heard the cheers, his eyes trained on Ilya’s. He unbuttoned his blazer, taking his time folding it next to him as he rose, allowing Ilya to track the dark shirt he wore underneath, the leopard print the most subtle thing in Leo’s wardrobe. He crossed the lawn, hands reaching for Ilya. Ilya caught him, his fingers trembling slightly in Shane’s. Shane wrapped his arms around him, squeezing, and Ilya murmured into his ear.

“Hope I did good. Are you matching me? On purpose?”

Shane pulled back slightly. “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

Ilya didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. He crushed Shane’s lips, thumbs hungry on his jaw, the world falling away until Ariana tapped him gently on the shoulder.

“Okay, boys, take a seat! Leo, you’re up.”

The rest of the recoupling floated by like white noise. Shane could focus only on the heat of Ilya’s shoulder against his own, their fingers intertwining as Leo chose Cici, Connie changing to Hannah over Shawna, Javi going for Shawna and leaving Lexi I. single and vulnerable.

They were a couple. An official couple. A bed upstairs would have their names placed on it, Shane and Ilya in matching cursive. They would sleep together. Wake up together. Do other things together in between…

Ilya smirked at him, lips leaning forward to tease the underside of his jaw. Shane hummed contentedly, eyes fluttering shut as Lexi screamed in the background, hurling curses towards Javi. Shawna got involved, throwing a drink in Lexi’s face as Ilya’s lips traced a slow path over Shane’s jaw, Shane pulsing with each kiss. Javi’s voice rose, screaming about hypocrisy, about how Lexi abandoned him for a chance with Ilya and why the hell would he stay with her after that, and so on. 

Ilya tsked, eyes fixed on Shane’s lips. 

“Maybe I should stop. Let you and Javi have a chat. He may need you to comfort him.”

Shane shook his head, grinning. “You are such an asshole.”

“You love my asshole.”

“Ilya! Television!” Shane clutched the mic around Ilya’s neck.

“Oops.” Ilya’s lips popped over the ‘p’ sound, his eyes still trained on Shane’s lips. “I am still learning English. You must tutor me.”
Shane raised his eyebrows, lips twitching. 

“Yeah? Try, sorry, Shane. My mistake. I am wrong and inappropriate, Shane.”

“Hm.” Ilya considered, dragging his gaze to Shane’s sparkling eyes. “What about these words?” He cupped his lips to Shane’s ear, letting loose a string of whispered consonants that made Shane flush.

He nodded once, tightly, turning to Ilya. 

“Yes. I want.”

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Let’s check in with our viewers at home. Can Chexy handle another steamy scene of Shane while sitting on the very same couch as said teammates’ parents? What do Yuna and David think of this Ilya Rozanov? (We know how Pork feels.) Who is going to cry at Shane’s confessional speech (all of us!) And what are the online fans saying?

Chapter End Notes

i promise they'll do more than just dry hump soon!! next chapter will be sweet / silly home reactions and then back to the DRAMA.

Chapter 7

Chapter Summary

and now time to hear from our viewers at home!

Chapter Notes

Chexy leaned into what he was beginning to consider his armrest, the couch starting to take the shape of his body from the hours he was spending at Yuna and David’s. He wished their living room had more seating options. There was nothing quite like watching his teammate dryhump a Russian model in grainy night vision while Shane’s parents sat right next to him. Chexy had flushed at the Russian words Ilya had murmured in Soul Ties, very grateful Yuna and David were not fluent themselves. He really hoped tonight’s episode focused on other couples. Yuna made an excuse to grab a glass of wine anytime things got heated, and he was beginning to worry about her liver.

The episode began, theme music filling the Hollander’s living room with its bouncing beat. David had put Pork in a white onesie that had Love Island scrawled on the back in pink cursive. He claimed the producers had sent it as a gift, but Chexy had his doubts. 

Yuna placed Chexy’s plate in front of him, the other in front of David. Chexy smiled, looking down at the pelmeni. Yuna had been experimenting with Russian dishes lately. She claimed Chexy was looking too thin and they both knew he couldn’t really cook in his hotel room, no matter how much he told her not to go through the trouble of cooking each night. 

David raised one of his dumplings to his mouth, eyes fixated on the screen. 

“I’m glad Shane is being more honest.” He chewed, half-covering his mouth. “He certainly does not have a future in acting.”

Yuna shook her head. “I can’t believe he thought his Rose act was fooling anyone.”

“Can I say I like him with Javi now?”

Yuna rolled her eyes. “I think you might like Javi.”

David flushed, choking slightly on his dumpling. Yuna ignored him, watching as the Islanders woke up on their screen. The camera flicked from the communal bedroom to Ilya in Soul Ties. He sat up, rubbing one eye and glancing at the empty spot next to him. His mouth twitched downward for a moment, eyes lingering where Shane had been at the end of the episode before. Chexy caught Yuna smiling slightly before she cleared her throat.

“I do want Shane to play the field a bit though. I don’t think it’s healthy to get too fixated on one person too soon, do you?”

Chexy nodded. “Probably good for everyone to, mm, explore? Since it is early. Week one.”

Yuna sniffed. “I mean Ilya doesn’t have to explore, obviously. Shane is the clearly best option there.” 

She sipped her wine as she watched Shane in the kitchen. “And he should be making breakfast for Shane!” 

The camera panned over to the girls getting ready, Ilya allowing Hannah to pull a headband over his head with a giant bow on it. Pork let out a low hiss and Yuna patted him approvingly.

“See? Pork’s still unsure.” 

David took another bite of his pelmeni, keeping his mouth shut. 

Ilya sat in the confessional booth, purple headband still on. His face looked tight, his smile controlled. 

“Yes. I had a good night.” 

There was a subtle cut, one of Ilya’s curls suddenly in a different position over the headband.

“Shane is one of the connections I am very interested in exploring. The only connection, really.” 

Ilya’s smile looked natural there. Pork lifted his leg in the air, licking his toes with pauses in between, his green eyes narrowing at Ilya. Ilya shifted in the confessional booth, the tightness back in his face. 

“I do not know how Shane identifies. It is none of my business. I kiss him, he likes it, that is all I care about.”

Another subtle cut, more of Ilya’s curls popping out over the hairband, the bow on a different side of his forehead. 

“It was a good night, yes. I do not have more to say.” His eyes narrowed menacingly, forced smile disappearing completely, and the scene cut off.

The screen changed to Shawna and Javi chatting by the pool, Lexi making loud clatters in the kitchen as she proclaimed she hadn’t been made a big enough breakfast. 

“That was odd.” David crinkled his brow, absently petting Pork.

Yuna waved her hand. “Probably producer influence. They have certain clips they want to get, storylines they try to push.” She allowed herself a small smile. “Good on Ilya for not giving in. Shane deserves that.”

“Producer influence?” David cocked his head, studying his wife.

She shrugged, face heating slightly. “I’ve been researching. It’s very interesting.”

David let out a full-bellied laugh, reaching over to kiss her gently on the lips.

“You’re his coach no matter the setting, huh?” He squeezed her thigh, a smile filling his face.

“I said it’s interesting!”

“I know, honey, I know.” David chuckled, hand still on her thigh as Shane’s face filled the screen. 

Pork made a pitiful mew at his owner, Chexy’s heart clenching.

“He loves Shane this much?” He reached over, scratching Pork’s head. “You must mail him to Fiji.”

Their laughter died down as Shane began speaking. He shifted in the confessional booth, one arm wrapping around a garish orange pillow. Yuna could see the slight dampness spreading beneath his arms. She leaned forward, her hand interlacing with David’s.

“Yeah, so, I had an eventful night.” 

Shane nodded to himself, not trying to stop the smile spreading on his face.

“I, uh…yeah, am getting to know Ilya.” 

He exhaled, steadying himself. He raised his eyes back to the camera lens, voice calmer.

“I’m not bisexual. I think I was hoping I was. Rose is a fantastic woman, one I’d be lucky to date. And dating women would be lucky for me, as a professional hockey player. As a public figure.” He tugged at his shirt’s hem, eyes dropping. 

“But what’s luckier is finally being honest with myself about who I am.” His lips parted. “I’m gay. I am a gay man.” 

Yuna’s mouth dropped open. She turned to Chexy, questioning, and he shook his head.

On screen, a smile started spreading on Shane’s face. He giggled, clasping a hand over his mouth as if he surprised himself. Shane shook his head, sliding his palm over his lips.

“Sorry, it’s just. It’s my first time saying it out loud. I’m a gay man. And I got to hook up with a really sexy Russian man last night. A man whose job is to be, like, professionally hot.” 

Shane leaned back, running his hands through his hair with a grin. His face stilled by degrees, becoming more serious.

“This is fucking terrifying.” Shane laughed again, this time without any humor in it. 

“I know I’m in a bubble right now. I don’t know what’s going to happen on the outside, on the other side of this. People’s perceptions of me…my team…my…” He cut off, voice thickening as he gazed into the camera.

“Mom, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in person. I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough to answer when you asked.”

Yuna could feel the tears building, David gripping her hand hard. 

“I just…I wanted to be good?” He shook his head, shoulders heaving a bit. “I wanted to bring home the girl, and have the kids, and be normal and not stand out, not even more than I already do.”

Shane picked at his hands, face tight.

“And, honestly, I felt proud, in a way, pairing with Rose. Knowing people would like that. Like I checked another accomplishment off the list of what I’m supposed to be. But it doesn’t last. It all goes hollow.”

He rubbed his eyes roughly, reddened his skin. The camera stayed on him, silence filling the confessional booth. When Shane spoke again, his voice was less shaky. Quiet, but sure.

“This…being gay? Being with Ilya? It’s…the opposite of hollow.” A smile crept back on his face before he continued. 

“I’ve spent so long being terrified of what people think of me. I’ve tried too hard to be what I’m not. I mean, I made my mom start packing different lunches in elementary school so I could eat the same gross sandwiches as everyone else. I stopped talking about hockey statistics once the other middle schoolers started making fun of me, even though it was something I loved. I, ugh.” He tilted his head up to slow the tears. “I truly didn’t accept I was gay until I flew all the way to Fiji, truly, because of how far I pushed down absolutely everything about who I was.”

Shane leaned back slightly against the pillows, exhaling. His breathing steadied, a small smile growing.

“And now…it feels like I’ve burst to the surface. Ilya, whew. I haven’t let myself want something in so long. I haven’t even known if I’m wanting something. But I know now. I know what I want. I want to feel alive. I want to feel real, like a real fucking person instead of a cardboard cutout or malfunctioning robot or some shit.” 

His eyes burned into the camera. 

“I want this. And I know things might fall the fuck apart because of it.” Shane shrugged. “But if people have a problem with it, I don’t want to impress those people. If my team has a problem with it, I don’t want to play on that team. All I want is to be myself.”

He blinked, looking down briefly.

“And I am sorry if that disappoints anyone, or lets anyone down. I am. I hope it doesn’t.” 

He exhaled, raising his chin. 

“But I don’t want to let myself down anymore. I can’t. And I won’t. So, yeah,” 

He grinned at the camera with a cockiness that usually only peeked out after a particularly great game of hockey.  

“I had a really good night. A super satisfying night with a famous Russian supermodel who came on this show literally for me, because of how…into me he is?” Shane laughed. 

“So I’m gay. And happy. And my ribs are feeling great, by the way, so who knows, maybe this time next year, I’ll have a Cup and a boyfriend. What more could I want?”

The show cut to commercial. Yuna was frozen on the couch, eyes watering. Chexy picked up his napkin, passing it to David, whose tears were flowing down his cheeks.

Chexy cleared his throat. “I think we’ll win for the Cup for sure.”

“Oh, Chexy.” Yuna swatted his arm, a sob catching in her throat. She leaned into David, his lips kissing her forehead.

“That’s our boy, David. That’s our son.”

He nodded, shoulders shaking slightly, their tears mixing together. Yuna grabbed the napkin out of his hand, pressing it to her face as well as she tried to get herself together.

“Maybe he shouldn’t explore Javi. Ilya seems nice.”

David let out a wet snort. “Shane can do whatever he wants. God, I’m so proud of him.”

Yuna half-laughed, tears thickening in her throat. “Can we fly to Fiji right now? I need to hug him. And we’ve got to mail Pork there anyway.”

Chexy smiled as listened, pulling up his scarce social media, last post almost a year ago. He found a picture of him and Shane from before he left for Fiji. They were messing around in the locker room, Chexy making a silly face while Shane looked only slightly amused. He had been mid-monologue about what they could improve for their next game and only reluctantly posted for a photo. Chexy posted it with a simple caption, the likes coming in almost immediately:

“My Captain. 🏒 A real fucking person. 💙”

Yuna peered over Chexy’s shoulder. 

“Are people being…?”

‘Kind. They are kind.” Chexy replied automatically, nodding decisively. He pulled up a few tweets to show her, her and David seeming like they might cry again as they read. 

“Oh, they love him.”

David bumped Yuna’s shoulder. “Of course they do.”

Chexy’s phone buzzed, a message from the team chat appearing on top of his screen. He fumbled for his phone immediately, not making eye contact with Shane’s parents.

“Ah, it’s back.” He thrust his chin towards the TV, where Zac was reading out the text about the night’s elimination and recoupling.

Yuna’s eyes stayed on Chexy a moment longer, but she didn’t press. David elbowed her once Shane walked over to Javi, wiggling his eyebrows.

Yuna snorted. “He’s literally talking about Ilya.”

“I know.” David laughed wistfully. “I can’t say I want Shane to explore with that Leo guy…and I think that’s his only other option.”

“Ilya isn’t so bad.” Yuna sipped her wine, smiling. She slammed her glass down the next second as Ilya walked over to the firepit, the three girls giggling behind him.

“What is this shit?”

“Yuna…easy…” David hovered next to her.

“Easy?! Ilya’s easy, that’s who’s easy. He’s going to basically fuck our son one night and then what, make out with these whores the next day? In front of him?!”

“Yuna, you can’t call people whores, that’s not- ” David shook his head, sighing. “It’s a dating show. They’re supposed to date.” He sniffed. “But I do think Shane should kiss Javi to even it out.”

“Ah, don’t think that will happen.” Chexy winced as Shane ran off the screen, Rose flying after him.

“That’s my girl! Ugh, look how she takes care of Shane. That is so sweet.” Yuna clutched her chest, still standing and half-blocking Chexy’s view.

“Is Svetlana there?” Chexy peered around her.

“Yuna, sit down, sweetheart.” 

She sat down with a loud exhale, scooping Pork into her lap. 

“He’s a mean man, Porkie. Should’ve never doubted your instincts.”

David clapped as Rose got in Ilya’s face, raising her voice.

“Thatta girl! Tell him!”

Yuna scoffed. “Shane better cuss him out. The audacity. Oh, you want to be in a couple now, Ilya? After someone else’s tongue down your throat a minute ago? Please.”

Shane did not cuss him out. 

Chexy grinned when he heard his name. “Hey! He’s talking about me! And my girlfriend!”

Shane’s parents did not respond. Yuna was glaring at the screen, David shaking his head. Chexy shut his mouth. Yuna crossed her arms. 

“I know my son is not going to-” She inhaled sharply, averting her eyes. 

Chexy’s eyes darted away from the screen, grimacing.

“Maybe more wine?”

“Yes, uh, great idea, Chex.” Yuna cleared her throat, striding out of the room as sultry music began to play, the camera zooming in on Ilya’s hand around Shane’s throat, his pupils blown open with desire.

David shifted on the couch. “So, uh, did you like the pelmeni, Chexy?”

“Mhm, yes. Very tasty.” 

The camera finally, thankfully, switched to Connie and Javi playing ping pong and talking about why none of the celebrities wanted to pair up normies like them, despite their dashing good looks.

“Yuna, come back, you’re safe!” 

Yuna walked back into the living room, wine glass refilled and eyes avoiding her husband. 

“I don’t know what you mean. I simply needed a top off.”

Chexy’s lips twitched. “You missed Shane getting a top off.”

“Sergei Dovonchezky!” 

Chexy flushed immediately, bowing his head. “I am so sorry. Ah, Yuna, thank you by the way. The pelmeni were delicious.”

She scoffed. “You can go back to calling me Mrs. Hollander for the evening until you remember who you’re speaking to.”

Chexy hid his smile. Yuna took a generous sip of wine.

“I cannot believe Shane forgave him so quickly. He deserves so much. Didn’t we raise him better than that?” 

She looked at her husband, pausing as he gazed down at her, his grin a little loopy. 

“What, do I have something on my face?”

David shook his head. “No, I was thinking about how Shane must have gotten that from me. Immediately caving for a beautiful partner.” His smile deepened. “Remember that first summer we were together, how you called me Peter when we were-”

Yuna clamped a palm over his lips, flushing. 

“So it’s genetic. Understood.”

David laughed, gently removing her palm and kissing the center of her lifelines. 

“And who’s here now? Not Peter!” He leaned in, kissing his wife.

“Fuck Peter!” Chexy grinned, raising his glass of wine, largely untouched. He preferred beer, but Yuna said Love Island was a wine show, whatever that meant. 

“Oh.” Yuna’s hand fluttered to David’s leg, the recoupling beginning. 

They listened as Svetlana gave her speech, practically swinging Rose around as they embraced in celebration. And then it was Ilya’s turn. Pork shifted between David and Yuna but didn’t quite hiss. 

Yuna nodded intensely as Ilya spoke.

“Shane is impressive. And sensitive. And oh, he is so brave.” She sniffed, her eyes tearing up again. She turned to David through watery eyes.

“But maybe Javi still has a chance?”

David snorted, bumping shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in tight. 

“Big night for our brave boy.” David kissed her forehead.

“They’re a couple.” 

Yuna’s lower lip stuck out, her voice barely audible over the catfight that was breaking out onscreen.  

“He’s never been in a couple before.” 

She started crying in earnest, letting David hold her, his arms rocking her back and forth. Chexy sat stiffly on the couch until Yuna reached out, pulling him in, the three of them squeezing tight as Pork let out a small squeak of indigenation. 

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NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…three new bombshells enter the Villa. A professional athlete, a Russian, and…oh, am I the only one having deja vu? I guess some exes refuse to be history. And speaking of the past, a game about assumptions brings things to a boiling point. Sounds like some of us should have done our laundry before all those dirty bits got exposed! 

[outro music plays]

Chapter End Notes

just a lil something to tide us over. next episode we finally get hayden, jackie, and (don't hate me), sasha. the course of true love never did run smooth.

Chapter 8

Chapter Summary

hayden, jackie, and sasha enter as bombshells! shane is NOT happy about ilya's "ex" being back in the picture...

Chapter Notes

Shane sighed happily as their kiss pulled apart, his nose brushing Ilya’s with a breathy smile. He went to stand up from the fire pit now that recoupling was finished. Ilya scoffed, scooping both legs out from under him and hauling him into the air.

“Ilya!” Shane kicked his feet, mildly panicked, cheeks already flushing. “I can walk!”

“Obviously. I know this.” 

Ilya jerked his head at Rose, her hands buried in Svetlana’s hair as they kissed near them. 

“But Rose gave clear instructions earlier. You must be carried all night. And I massage your feet later. And, oh yes, forehead kisses.”

Ilya leaned down, smooching Shane’s forehead as Shane half-shoved Ilya away, face screwed up into a reluctant smile, no force behind his shoves. Rose emerged from her kiss, eyes blinking back to reality with a growing grin.

“That’s what we like to see, Rozanov!” 

She clapped, cheering. Svetlana laughed, cooing at Shane. 

“Aw, can I kiss him?” 

“I’m not some pet!” Shane squirmed harder in Ilya’s arms.

“Mm, yes you are. My little kitten.” 

Ilya nuzzled more kisses against Shane’s neck and Shane snorted, ticklish, trying to keep pouting and failing as Ilya’s kisses turned deeper, teeth dragging along his skin. Shane let out a sharp inhale. 

“Upstairs?” 

Ilya nodded swiftly. “Yes, I think so.”

Shane waited, then widened his eyes dramatically, kicking his heel against Ilya’s ribs. 

“Well? Hurry up!”

Ilya raised his eyebrows. “What a demanding kitten.”

Shane glanced over his shoulder, hands wrapping tighter around Ilya’s neck, his voice light and contemplative. 

“I mean, I guess I could comfort Javi like you suggested…”

Javi’s head was buried in his hands, Lexi and Shawna screaming on each side. Ilya’s hands tightened around Shane’s body, curling him closer to his body.

“No. I do not think so.” 

Ilya moved swiftly, mounting the lower staircase with ease as Shane wondered how a model could make him feel like he weighed next to nothing. It wasn’t enough that Ilya was a supermodel? He had to have super-strength too? Ilya’s voice cut through Shane’s thoughts, low and threatening in his ear.

“And you need to remember your manners, Hollander. You do not rush me. You do not comfort stupid Javi. Do you need me to remind you how to be a polite Canadian boy?” 

Shane pressed his face closer against Ilya’s shirt, cheek nestling against the silky fabric as he grinned. He controlled his voice, tone still light. 

“I know you haven’t watched the show Ilya, but being in a couple doesn’t mean we’re monogamous. Maybe Javi would get me to the bedroom faster…”

Shane bit his lip, waiting. He was rewarded with silence, Ilya striding up the remaining two steps at a near sprint, his breathing coming hard. Shane was tossed on the bed before he knew it. Their bed, he corrected, his eyes catching the new cursive of their names together. 

Immediately Ilya was on him, Shane’s wrists pinned to either side, Ilya’s face a sliver above his own. 

“Do you want to keep talking about Javi all night?”

Shane tried to find the words to keep teasing. He found he was empty, mind flooded with Ilya’s piercing eyes and the pulse jumping in his neck as he gripped Shane’s wrists harder.

Shane shook his head. 

There was a slight twitch of Ilya’s lips before his face smoothed, returning to his burning glare. 

“I didn’t hear you. Do you want to spend our night talking about Javi?”

“...no.” Shane swallowed, half-hard already. 

Ilya was straddling him but not even touching him yet, other than his wrists caught in Ilya’s hot palms, the heat radiating down Shane’s arms. Ilya cocked an eyebrow. 

“No, what?”

Shane stuttered for a moment, eyes darting over Ilya’s face to try to uncover what was wanted.

“No…sir?”

A squeeze to his wrists. A brief smile. 

“Good.” 

Shane felt himself twitch. Ilya glanced down, his smile growing. 

“You are being very good now. Very polite. Now…” 

Ilya lowered his lips to Shane’s neck, tongue tracing a pattern there, the delicate skin vibrating with his touch. 

“I will ask again. Is Javi’s name what you want to fill your mouth with tonight?”

“No, sir.” Shane answered immediately, his breath coming faster, Ilya’s face pleased above him.

“What do you want to fill your mouth with?”

“You.” Shane exhaled, the word jumping out of his mouth. 

Ilya tilted his head, feigning innocence. Shane huffed, turning his head away from Ilya’s stare, his cheeks turning red. Ilya tightened his hold on Shane’s wrists, Shane squirming against the pressure.

“You need to be more clear, Shane.”

“Your cock. I want to fill my mouth with your cock.” 

Shane turned back to Ilya, his glare flooded with desire, no longer hiding from Ilya’s gaze. So he caught it when Ilya’s face flickered, his lips parting as inhaled sharply. Shane smirked, raising his hips to graze against Ilya’s, confirming the hardness there. 

Ilya’s eyes narrowed.

“Ah. You were doing so well. Remember your manners. Again.”

Shane forced his brain to find the words, everything scrambled from the feel of Ilya’s length against his hipbone.

“Your cock. In my mouth. Please.”

Ilya assessed him, seeing how far he could push.

“Please, who?”

Shane’s eyelids fluttered, the haze beginning to spread, no resistance left anymore.

“Please let me suck your cock. Sir.”

Ilya jumped up swiftly, hauling Shane to standing by the back of his neck, his voice gruff.

“Showers. Now.”

They stripped as they went. Shane shivered at the feel of Ilya’s gaze on his back as he stumbled to the communal bathrooms, almost tripping as he took off his pants. They reached the showers in only their boxers, Ilya pinning Shane hard against the shower’s glass wall as they entered. His thumbs jerked down Shane’s waistband, a low groan sounding from the back of his throat as he saw the effect he had been having.

“So wet already?”

Shane didn’t bother responding, already sinking to his knees. Ilya slid off his boxers, stepping out of them slower than Shane would have liked, his fingers hastening them off Ilya’s ankles. 

Ilya’s cock sprung out before him. The cold cut of the tiles against Shane’s knees disappeared. He stopped thinking about the open doorway, how the shower’s frosted modesty screen stopped at Ilya’s knees, exposing Shane below. He thought only Ilya in front of him, throbbing in need. 

Shane leaned forward gingerly, sacredly, fingertips trembling slightly as he traced Ilya’s length. His lips skimmed the tip in a soft kiss, exploratory, Ilya’s shudder above him bringing Shane out of his haze momentarily. He blinked up at him through his eyelashes, self-conscious suddenly. 

Ilya traced his jaw, swallowing, forcing his voice to be firm.

“Yes, good. Worship it. Very well-mannered of you.”

Shane’s eyelashes fluttered again, the haze rolling back in as he smiled softly, sinking back down on his heels. 

Ilya’s brows twitched together, a tenderness threatening to split open his chest. He watched as Shane kept kissing at first, his lips trailing everywhere and deepening, tongue emerging and starting to take long licks up and down his shaft. Shane’s hand wrapped around Ilya’s hipbone as he came up, stabilizing himself as he took Ilya in his mouth in earnest. Ilya watched as Shane’s lips twitched in an actual smile, breath hot against his cock as he sighed happily for a moment before beginning to slide up and down, taking him deeper, his face focused and content. 

Ilya pressed his lips together, head tilting back as he leaned his pelvis forward, hand tangling in Shane’s hair. Shane moaned at that, the vibrations causing Ilya to twitch in pleasure, and Shane’s eyes lit up, mind storing data away for future use. He moaned again, purposefully this time, and Ilya let out a low curse as Shane took him deeper, hand wrapping around Ilya’s base as he moved, rhythm rocky but enthused.

Shane’s eyes flicked up to Ilya as his head bobbed, free hand shifted from Ilya’s hip to ass, fingers gripping as he yanked Ilya forward, closer. Ilya gasped, eyes flying open, Shane pliant below him, wanting it. Ilya paused for a moment, then buried both hands in Shane’s hair and began to thrust. Shane’s moans streamed out, the small  scrapes of his teeth not even calculating as Ilya drove into his warm mouth, his soft chokes pushing him over the edge. 

“Ah, fuck. I’m close, Shane, off, off-” 

Ilya tried to step back, half pulling out of Shane. Shane whimpered, hand grabbing tighter against Ilya’s ass, his mouth chasing after Ilya’s cock. Ilya shuddered, coming in intense bursts that overflowed from Shane’s mouth, cum leaking down his chin and streaking over his chest. 

Ilya staggered back against the tile wall, breathing ragged. He gazed down at Shane kneeling before him, his lips a slick mess, his body marked at Ilya’s. Ilya’s gaze dropped lower, between Shane’s legs, mouth falling open even wider. 

“Shane. Did you…?”

Shane ducked his head, not meeting Ilya’s eyes. Ilya’s eyes widened. 

“And you did not touch yourself.” 

“Shut up.” It was feeble, Shane’s eyes still trained on the shower drain.

Ilya knelt at once, pressing his lips hungrily against Shane, tasting himself in his mouth. He peppered Shane with Russian, kissing over his face and down his throat, palms stroking through his hair. He found his mouth again, lips warm and sure as they pressed against him, tongue slipping in with a moan before pulling out.

Shane was finally blinked up at him, his eyes hesitant and waiting. 

“Shane Hollander. No one has ever sucked my dick like that. We should go back to where there are cameras and do this again.”

Shane snorted, his shoulders relaxing. Ilya kept his hand cupped against Shane’s cheek.

“No. Shane. The world needs to know this. You must quit hockey. You need to suck cock fulltime. This is a talent.”

Ilya leaned forward for another kiss, cutting off Shane’s retort, and pulled him gently to his feet. He wrapped his arms around him, swaying with small, tight, squeezes, waiting for Shane to drift back into his body. 

“So good for me, дорогой. Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?”

Shane nodded against Ilya’s shoulder, letting Ilya run the water until it was the right temperature, his warm hands moving over Shane’s body and making him clean. Ilya washed his hair last, fingers moving over Shane’s scalp with a small smile. Shane let him, tangling his fingertips in Ilya’s chest hair as he sighed contentedly, thoughts still slow and languid, his muscles at ease.

At last Shane tilted his chin up to meet Ilya, murmuring against his ear. 

“Don’t forget the foot massages. And I expect to be carried back to the bedroom.”

He felt Ilya’s grin against his cheek. Ilya gave his ass a tight squeeze, chuckling.

“Ah. There go the manners. A shame.”

Shane was finding it hard to sleep. It wasn’t because of Leo and Cici like usual. It wasn’t because Svetlana and Rose weren’t being subtle about celebrating their new couplehood either. It was Ilya’s arm, warm and steady around his waist, his soft snores tickling the back of Shane’s head.

They had gotten teased instantly after stepping out of the shower, the girls complaining about how they needed to start getting ready for bed, the trail of clothing having kept everyone at bay until they were finished. Ilya and Shane had joked around with the guys as they changed into pajamas, the boys rallying around Javi who looked depleted. Ilya had made Shane switch sides of the bed because he refused to sleep where Rose had been, making both Rose and Shane roll their eyes even as Shane complied.

All of that had been light-hearted and fun and easy. Nighttime, like this, was different. Shane tried to adjust to all the newness: sleeping on a different side, Ilya’s weight behind him instead of Rose’s, the day’s events piling up on him like boulders. He had really come out on national television. He had really sucked his first dick on national television (in the shower, where they didn’t film, but still). And now Ilya, snuggled up against him like had always done this. Like Shane wasn’t more used to nights with one hand beneath his sheets, Ilya’s latest model shoot pulled up on his phone, as he had tried to hide who he was from himself. 

Cici let out a particularly loud shriek beneath the covers and Ilya grunted awake. He lifted his head, blinking at Shane’s glazed look at the wall. Ilya sighed.

“Move.” 

He scooped Shane to him, manhandling him over his body and back into Shane’s old spot. 

“Now sleep. You are tired.” 

Ilya gave him a sloppy kiss behind the ear, already drifting back into snores. Shane felt a small smile darting over his face. He exhaled slightly, burrowing his head into his old pillow. He pulled Ilya’s arm tighter over him, burrowing back, and Ilya pulled him closer even in sleep. Shane exhaled, closing his eyes, and told himself he could want this. He could want this. He could have this. And if he woke up in the morning and it had all been a really vivid dream, that was okay too. 

“I got a TEXTTT!”

Leo hollered from where he stood downstairs, the girls running to the balcony in various stages of dress. Shane frowned, looking down at the breakfast Ilya had just given him. It was unlikely he would have finished it anyway, but still, he didn’t love the interruption. Ilya had made both Shane’s usual protein shake as well as three bagels, telling Shane he needed his energy for certain activities later. 

Shane grabbed the shake and joined the congregation forming around Leo. Ilya’s warm hand suddenly slid up the small of his back, making him shiver. Shane looked up. Ilya was holding one of the bagels. He lowered it to Shane’s mouth and Shane opened without thinking, taking a bite without taking his eyes off Ilya. Ilya smirked, a thumb rubbing a crumb off the corner of his lips. 

“Such a good boy,” he whispered, making Shane flush as he elbowed Ilya in the stomach. 

“Islanders!” 

Leo spun his water bottle in one hand, eyes scanning over the text. 

“Hope you’re ready for company! Three new bombshells are speeding across the sea on their way to the Villa!” 

The crowd broke out in screams and claps. Lexi I. raised her palms to the sky, praying for a decent man. Next to her, Javi rolled his eyes.

“Three lucky islanders will get a chance to get to know the bombshells first in one-on-one villa dates.”

Leo closed his phone, glancing around him. 

“Oh, shit.” Javi jerked his head. 

Three small tables were arranged on the edge of the villa, overlooking the ocean but not nearly secluded. 

Ilya’s phone chimed. He slid his phone out of his joggers with exaggerated leisure. Shane gave him a death glare.

“Ah. Such a surprise. A hot new bombshell has chosen me for a date.” 

He preened in Shane’s face, swooping the bagel near Shane’s mouth like an airplane. Shane kept his mouth closed.

“Oh!” Connie beamed as his phone went off. “I got a date too!”

Shane felt a noise from his shorts. He didn’t even try to stop his grin, purposefully avoiding Ilya’s gaze now burning daggers into his back.

“Huh. Yup. I’ve been chosen by a bombshell who…the text says is…the hottest of the three?”

“So funny. Mr. Humor. Mr. Comedian.” Ilya huffed. 

Lexi wrinkled her nose. 

“Seriously? No one wanted to ask a girl on a date? This is fucked.” 

She pouted, stalking off to the kitchen to make a breakfast Javi was certainly not about to prepare for her.

The other Islanders trailed back upstairs to finish getting ready, while Rose and Svetlana burst into the boys’ dressing room, ignoring Connie’s blush as he pulled half of his co-ord set up over his boxers. 

“What are you going to wear for your date, Shane?” Svetlana danced around Shane’s closet, skimming the selection.

“You’re going to look cute no matter what.” Rose squeezed his shoulders. 

“Wow. This is betrayal.” Ilya glared at Svetlana. 

She waved him off. “You’ll be fine. Oh, how about this, Shane? I don’t think Javi will mind if you borrow it.” 

She held out a deep blue polo, the fabric luxurious and sheer. Shane rubbed his fingers over it, feeling the texture and nodding approvingly. 

“Ah, no.” Ilya’s eyes darted over. “You can borrow my hoodie, Shane. It is big. Baggy. And has my name on the back, personalized.”

Shane grinned at his feet, shaking his head. Rose tugged off Shane’s pajama shirt like a dress-up doll, hanging him the polo as she looked over at Ilya.

“Eyes to yourself, Ilya. This is Love Island, Shane’s freshly out, and he is allowed. To have. Fun.” She tugged the polo down.

Svetlana whistled approvingly. Ilya shoved a shirt over his head, slamming his wardrobe door shut. 

“Well, I hope Svetlana has so much fun here too, Rose. So much fun.” 

“Boo!” Rose laughed as he left the room, turning her focus back to Shane.

Shane looked at himself in the mirror, his chest starting to tighten. 

“You’re sure I look okay?”

“You look great, honey.” Svetlana nestled next to him, arms wrapping around his waist as she studied him. “But will you let me do your hair?”

Shane frowned slightly, looking at his bangs. 

“Why? What’s wrong with my hair?”

Ilya cursed under his breath as Shane came down the stairs. The polo looked fantastic. Too good for the other Islanders to even look at, much less for a date. And Svetlana had worked her damn magic on him, his adorable bangs pushed up and away over his forehead. Making him look more masculine. Older. Dangerous. Ilya forced himself to exhale. 

Shane bounced up to Ilya like a puppy, his enthusiasm breaking through the magnetism of his appearance. 

“Do you like it?”

Ilya considered whether to tease or be honest. He sighed.

“It is too beautiful. You will kill me.”

Shane stepped closer, fingers playing with the hem of Ilya’s shirt.

“It’s probably not even a real date. Maybe the guy just felt bad for me.”

“Hey.” 

Ilya’s voice was cutting. He raised Shane’s chin, his thumb pressing hard beneath his lower lip. 

“No. People do not ask out Shane Hollander out of pity. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? Or will I have to take you up there, show you how to look at yourself properly?”

Shane’s lips twitched up in a grin, shoulders relaxing slightly.

“We probably don’t have time for that before the dates.” He exhaled. “Thanks, Ilya.”

“You are a force, Shane.” Ilya kept his eyes narrowed for a moment longer. “Do not forget this.” He rolled his shoulders back. “And do not forget who you are in a couple with.”

“I won’t.” Shane smiled softly, looking at him beneath his eyelashes.

Ilya glanced off into the distance, face stoic. 

“And you should not let this man touch you. You will be so disappointed.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course. I have not even shown you what I can do in a shower yet. You think about that while this boring man talks to you.” 

Ilya turned his gaze back to Shane, stepping closer as he lowered his voice.

“You should think of me sinking down before you. My lips teasing you until you earn it. Until you are begging for it.” 

Shane stiffened, his throat tightening.

“And then. And only then. Will I show you exactly what I can do with my mouth.”

Ilya stepped back, widening the distance between them. Shane tilted forward on autopilot, eyes fixed on Ilya’s lips. Ilya grinned, patting his cheek.

“Enjoy your date, Shane!”

“I’m so nervous.” 

Jackie paced back and forth, second-guessing every choice that had led her here. The other bombshells were waiting with her, intros recorded and now only the group entrance left to film. 

Hayden Pike, the freshly retired NFL player, gave her a reassuring smile.

“I’m sure they’ll make us look great. We’re gonna be the sexy bombshells, after all.”

“Exactly. I’m a neuroscientist!” Jackie groaned, laughing into her hands. “What am I doing here!”

Hayden’s eyes moved slowly over the outfit they had put Jackie in: a sequined dress made to evoke a mermaid in all blues and purples, clinging to a body with curves Hayden felt might defy science. Jackie caught him looking, her cheeks pinking. 

“You look great to me.”

Sasha rolled his eyes from where he leaned against the wall, his voice beyond bored.

“No use flirting with her, Pike. You’re here to seduce Islanders, not either of us.”

Hayden found it was his turn to flush.

“I’m not -” He cleared his throat. “I only chose Hollander because it was really brave of him, what he did.” He looked back at Jackie. “Honest.”

She shrugged with a small smile. “Oh. I don’t care. I thought it was nice that you picked him. An NFL player being open like that.”

“Yeah, of course, there’s nothing wrong with it.” 

Fuck. Hayden was getting even more flustered. This was not helping his case. 

“I’m just saying I like women. Like, I really like women. That’s what I like.”

“Okay.” Jackie turned away, a producer motioning for her to come with him for her final touch-ups.

Sasha snorted as she left. “Very convincing.”

“Shut up, I don’t need to convince anyone of anything!” 

“Mm, so you’ve watched every episode so far, and chose Hollander for the only date you might get. Over the single woman who would keep you safe next recoupling.”

“That’s not…I’m not trying to play a game.” Hayden forced his fingers to relax from the fists he found them in. “Not like whatever you’re doing.”

Sasha just smirked, unfazed. “When you finally get your first boyfriend, Pike, you might begin to understand how some exes stay on your mind.”

“Yeah, well, Ilya seems pretty happy in his couple.”

“And yet you choose his partner.” Sasha fluttered his eyelashes. “Why, we should be teammates, Pike, instead of all this bickering. Maybe we’d both walk away with what we want.”

Hayden was glad the rest of the shoot went by quickly. Before he knew it, they were driving to the Villa, his mouth running nonstop to try to calm Jackie’s nerves. He and Sasha wore matching outfits: long-sleeved white shirts with generous v-necks and skintight jeans. Nothing like Hayden would usually wear. His eyes darted to Sasha. Objectively, Hayden was far more attractive. He was solid muscle, still in great shape despite the recent injury that had ended his career a few years earlier than planned. Sasha was slender and willowy, almost feminine. But maybe that was more what gay guys were into? Not that Hayden cared what Shane Hollander’s type was. 

He swallowed, leaning his head back against his seat. He had only seen a couple episodes of past Love Island seasons, but naturally he had watched every episode the producers provided while he waited in his hotel room for his appearance. Shane was…captivating. At first, it was obvious admiration. Hollander was a phenom on the ice, a fantastic athlete. Hayden could appreciate that. But as he watched the actual show, he found himself tracking Shane even when he was in the background of scenes, peering close. 

As he had waited for producers to put him in, Hayden had rewatched each episode multiple times, even Unseen Bits, the hour-full fluff of ‘bloopers’ and other braindead content too boring for an actual episode. Hayden had fast-forward through the montage of Leo growling and mewing at people, stopping at Shane’s section. The producers had mashed together snippets of Shane making small talk with awkward music playing in the background, each conversation a different variation on some aspect of the Villa’s architecture. It had cracked Hayden up, something tender stirring in his chest. And yeah, he had also cried at Shane’s coming out speech in the confessional booth, but that’s because he had a heart. Anyone would get emotional. 

All he wanted was to tell the guy, good job. Once that was done, he would pursue Lexi I., or Shawna, or whatever the other girls’ names were. It was an opportunity to have a private conversation without embarrassing Shane in front of everyone. That’s all it was. If it had to be called a date, so be it.

“Here we are. They’ll direct you but remember, Jackie goes first, boys flanking.”

The trio nodded, Hayden slipping out of the car first. He held his hand out for Jackie, guiding her to the ground so she didn’t trip on her dress. He turned before Sasha stepped out, resisting the urge to slam the door in his face. Smug motherfucker. 

Production gave them the signal. They started walking, floor flans blowing back Jackie’s long dark hair. Hayden smiled to himself, watching her hips. He could tell she was starting to feel it a bit, swishing from side to side as they walked through the Villa’s entrance. 

The Islanders cheered as they entered and Hayden felt that familiar prickle of adrenaline, not unlike before a game. He heard his name whispered on the Islanders’ lips, the sole celebrity in this round of bombshells. 

The producers had instructed them to grab their bombshells and head to the date area. He watched as Jackie approached Connie. He had seemed like a sweet dude in previous episodes, but Hayden felt like Jackie could do better somehow. Hayden started walking towards Shane when Svetlana inhaled.

“Sasha.” 

Hayden watched as Shane’s head turned to the man striding towards Ilya. Svetlana’s hands covered her mouth in shock. Ilya was unreadable, his face a vibrating mask of forced blankness. Shane’s eyes darted towards Rose, who raised her shoulders in confusion. 

Sasha stopped in front of Ilya. 

“Ilyusha. Lovely to see you again. Sweet of you to dress up for me, though of course, I’ve seen it all before.” He winked, lips spreading in a grin. 

There was a minute where Hayden thought Ilya might punch him, but then Svetlana hurried over, whispering something in his ear. His hands twitched and he nodded, following Sasha stiffly to one of the tables. Hayden stood in front of Shane, rocking back slightly on his heels.

“Um. Hi?”

Shane blinked, tearing his eyes back to the man in front of him. Hayden braced himself, forcing a smile. 

“I’m your date? If you want to go sit?”

Shane nodded numbly, stumbling a bit as they walked. Hayden hesitated, then leaned a palm on the small of his back, guiding him. He could feel Shane relax against his touch, body weight surrendering. Hayden looked at him in concern, gently pulling out his chair and lowering him into it before taking the other seat.

“Are you okay?”

Shane did that nod again, his eyes elsewhere. This is not what Hayden had planned for. Hayden scooted closer, bringing his chair around the corner of the table near Shane instead of across from him.

“Listen, man, I don’t really watch this show too much, but I know they do things for the drama. That dude is a real dickhole, let me tell you. If Ilya doesn’t punt him into the ocean, I’m more than happy to.”

Shane actually cracked a smile at that. Hayden felt warmth flood his chest. He grabbed Shane’s knee, shaking him slightly. 

“C’mon, man. Don’t sweat it. It’s so embarrassing for him. I mean, by the sounds of it, Ilya dumped his ass and now he’s crawling back for more? Pathetic, right?”

He didn’t get another laugh. Instead, Shane looked even worse, slumping down into his chair.

“Ilya told me he had never had a boyfriend.”

Hayden froze. Shit. 

“I could…punt both of them into the ocean?”

Shane snorted. Partial victory.

“Look. I don’t know the guy, but you two seem pretty happy. Maybe there’s an explanation?”

“For lying?” Shane shook his head. “Sure.”

“Well.” Hayden shifted. “If he is some asshole liar, then better to find out now. You can do way better than that.”

Shane blinked, seeming to realize where he was.

“Oh…oh, no. I’m being the asshole, aren’t I? Freaking out about my…about Ilya, while I’m supposed to be on a date with you.” 

He rubbed his forehead, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry. I obviously don’t have much experience with this. Not that that’s an excuse, I mean.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Hayden laughed, slapping Shane’s thigh. 

Shane exhaled, glancing at Hayden. 

“I am sorry. I want to respect your time. And respect this date. I mean, we are supposed to explore.” He trailed off, almost to himself. “Those are the rules of the show. That’s how it goes.”

Hayden considered correcting him. Telling Shane he wanted to tell him he was a brave motherfucker, but Shane didn’t need to stress. Hayden was straight. Definitely straight. So this definitely wasn’t a real date. 

Hayden looked at Shane, still half-slumped in his seat. That would be cruel, though. He could go along with it, for one brief date.

Hayden cleared his throat, putting on a smile.

“Soo, what’s your sign?”

Shane tilted his head.

“Sorry, man, bad joke. First date, cliche questions? I don’t know. I’m not good at this either, I guess.” He laughed, tilting closer and lowering his voice. “My first date with a guy and all that.”

Shane gave him a soft smile and Hayden felt that warmth flooding back.

“I’m not good at this either. Obviously. So. Are you…?”

Shane raised his eyebrows. Hayden took a sip of the wine from his glass on the table, shifting in his seat.

“Um, Shane, before this ends, I wanted to tell you how impressed I was by you. I mean, I get it, sort of. Being an athlete, the things that are said…I don’t know. It was…you’ve got balls, man. Coming out like that. And yeah, it was, it’s good to see. So.” 

Hayden took another sip of wine to stop his babbling. Shane was looking at him with big eyes, the warm brown of his irises swirling under a layer of liquid and oh, fuck, was he -

“Sorry.” Shane wiped his eyes. “That’s really nice. I haven’t thought about people watching me. Like I think about it, but. I don’t know how I come across I guess.”

Hayden’s eyes flicked up and down Shane.

“Yeah, I won’t lie, you look good on screen, dude.”

Shane snorted, rubbing his eyes again. His eyes lingered back on Hayden for a moment, dropping down to trace the deep dip of Hayden’s chest emerging from his white shirt, the wind rippling the fabric and giving him a better view of Hayden’s pecs. Shane reached for his wine glass, then stopped, folding his hands tightly in his lap.

“So, are you out?”

Hayden choked, coughing loudly and wiping his mouth.

“Oh. So.” He shifted in his seat. “I’m not…I’m straight. Sorry.”

Shane blinked. “You asked me on a date. As a straight guy?”

“Yeah, no, I know. I wanted to say how much it meant for like, the athletic world, and shit?”

Shane looked down, brows pushing together. 

“Oh.”

Hayden’s heart almost broke in half. Fuck. He was the worst. Against his will, his mouth kept moving.

“Yeah, like, I’ve never…been with a guy. Or thought about it. I’m really into women. Like the girl bombshell, Jackie? Hot as fuck.”

“Yeah. I get it.” Shane crossed his arms.

“Fuck, I’m doing this all wrong.” Hayden rubbed his face. “Like, I’m not into guys. But, uh. You’re…”

Shane’s eyes flicked over to him. Hayden closed his eyes.

“You’re interesting or whatever. I don’t know. I did like watching you. I wanted to get to know you, more than anyone else here. I’m not saying I’m, gay, or anything, I’m definitely not, and obviously, you’re not a girl, so. It’s…I’m curious? I’m curious about you maybe? I don’t know.”

Hayden squinted his eyes open, stomach clenching. But it was worth it. Shane had a full smile on his face that he was doing his best - and failing - to hide, his eyes sparkling for the first time the whole date. Shane licked his lips, looking at him seriously. 

“I want to make sure I understand.”

Hayden nodded tightly.

“You’re…how old?”

“Twenty-five.”

“So you spent twenty-five years experiencing no same-sex attraction. You played in the NFL and felt nothing for any ripped teammates, any male fan of your choosing, any famous hot guys sliding into your DMs. And then you saw me, on a screen in your hotel room, and…”

“And, nothing!” Hayden flushed, shoving Shane’s shoulder playfully. “I’m…being open to connections! Like the show says!”

“Mhm.”

God, Shane was glowing. Hayden felt his breath catch, taking in the way the sun lit up Shane’s warm eyes even more. He groaned.

“Sasha is gonna give me so much shit for this.” Shane’s face flickered immediately. Hayden winced. “Fuck. I’m an idiot. Forget I said anything.”

Shane’s eyes unfocused for a moment, some sort of mental calculation happening before he looked back at Hayden 

“So you are curious. And open.”

Hayden nodded slowly. He could hear Sasha’s laugh behind them, Ilya facing away from Hayden, Shane’s back to the both of them. Something sealed in Shane’s face and his smile returned, only a hint of tightness around the corners.

“You’re curious, and open, and on a date with me. And dates can involve kisses.”

Hayden’s whole face turned red. Shane laughed then, actually laughed at him, a quiet giggle that he tried to cover with his hand. 

“Shut up! Damn, Hollander. I wasn’t expecting you to be so bold.” 

Hayden rubbed the back of his neck, thought flying. He really hadn’t planned this out.

Shane shrugged, still smiling. “I’m full of surprises.” His face darkened for a second. “The good kind, I mean.”

Hayden gnawed on his lip. “So…what? The seasoned gay guy of like, twenty-four hours is going to convert another professional athlete to your side?”

Shane rolled his eyes. “I would never disrespect your bisexuality like that.”

“I’m not bisexual! I’m like…Shane…sexual.” 

Hayden’s ears burned. That was so much worse. Shane’s mouth fell open slightly before he pressed his lips together, one hand reaching for Hayden’s. He interlaced their fingers, squeezing once as he grinned down at the table. Hayden felt his palm gathering sweat already at Shane’s touch. His heart amped up, brain suddenly sending out flares of Shane in different compromising positions. Hayden thought he might be having a heart attack.

“That’s seriously sweet, Hayden.” 

Shane leaned in closer, their knees bumping together. Shane’s hand slipped out of Hayden’s and up onto his thigh, tracing circles there. Hayden’s eyes flickered to Shane, the tantalizing polo, only slightly sheer, the mere suggestion of his nipples poking through. Why the fuck was he thinking about a man’s nipples…why did he want to suck Shane’s nipples…what the actual fuck was-

Hayden inhaled, Shane’s breath tickling his ear, his face angling closer.

“Would you want to do something about your curiosity? Your openness?”

And then Shane turned his gaze fully on Hayden, not flinching, just waiting. Hayden soaked in his gorgeous face, the freckles sprinkled across his nose that were barely visible on camera, the full lips so close to his. 

Hayden felt his head nod once, twice.

And then Shane leaned in, a gentle hand caressing his cheek, tilting Hayden closer. His lips met Shane’s. His whole body was an exploding sun, everything warmth and tremors and heat, and Hayden pressed Shane closer, hands gripping in his hair, no longer curious. Definitely still open. And absolutely, completely, fucked. 

Ilya cracked his knuckles under the table, leaning as far back from Sasha as possible while still remaining at the table. He spoke in Russian, Shane far too close for his comfort.

“What the fuck do you want, Sasha?”

Sasha’s eyes flickered behind Ilya, taking in Shane’s back with a smirk. He replied in English.

“I can’t say hello to my ex?”

Ilya leaned forward swiftly, his nose inches from Sasha’s face.

“I am not your ex. We were casual.’

Sasha did not flinch. He leaned in even closer, nose grazing Ilya’s as his lips parted in a grin.

“So casual. You seem so very unbothered.”

Ilya smothered a yell and immediately moved backward, crossing his arms. He exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to speak calmly.

“Sasha. I am not interested. Had I not made that clear already?”

Sasha’s lips drooped and Ilya felt a twinge of guilt. Sasha’s voice softened, his cockiness dissipating by a degree.

“I understand, Ilya. Maybe I wanted to…clear the air.”

“About trying to sext me when I was grieving?”

Sasha exhaled, eyebrows drawing sharply together. 

“Ilya, our entire relationship was you using sex to cope. I thought that’s what you wanted. What you needed from me.”

“No, I needed someone to care about my mother dying, actually.” 

Ilya bit off the words, turning his head towards the ocean. He could feel the tears burning behind his eye sockets. He sniffed loudly, sucking them back inside, deep down into the dark vault where he shoved everything. 

“I did care, Ilyusha. I do care. And I’m sorry.”

Ilya glared at the ocean, blinking twice to clear the water from his eyes. 

“Whatever. It does not matter. We are fine. You will not be here long.”

“No?”

“No.” Ilya turned back to him. “I am not interested.” He glanced around the villa, scoffing. “Unless you pry Leo away from Cici, you will go home soon. You should not have come.”

Sasha’s face hardened, his manicured nail digging a line over the linen tablecloth. 

“Leo isn’t my only option. Shane’s hot.”

Ilya felt a blaze spread through his stomach. Sasha held his gaze, eyebrows raised, challenging him.

“He would never look at you.”

“So confident, Ilya.” Sasha leaned forward, folding his hands. “It has been less than a week of him being here with you. Less than a week of him realizing he’s gay. Do you remember how wild you said you were when you first came out? How many bodies you ran through?”

Ilya shook his head. “Shane is not me. Everyone is different.”

“Mhm. Okay. Let’s say it works. Shane, a famous athlete, stays with you and only you the entire time he’s on a dating show filled with attractive people. But what happens when the bubble bursts, Ilya? When reality hits? Are you the kind of man Shane Hollander will bring home to his parents?”

Sasha sighed theatrically, shaking his head.

“Imagine meeting his sweet mom and dad after you were the one to drag him out of the closet. You may have ruined his entire career at this point for all we know.”

Ilya’s jaw ticked, ears filling with muted static. He wondered what would happen if he punched Sasha’s smug face, if they would kick him off the show immediately. Why had he slept with this man ever, much less on and off for one of the hardest years of his life? He should’ve never opened up. Should’ve never shared anything. 

His stomach twisted, sour. Sasha wasn’t wrong. And on top of that, Shane was squeaky clean. A role model. Completely at odds with Ilya’s lifestyle, his campaigns always raunchy, edgy, provocative. Shane’s perfect little family - Ilya had absorbed every bit of media about the Hollanders available - and Ilya could offer…what? A freshly dead mother? A father he left in Russia, whose wounds on him still ran deep? A brother he no longer spoke to, the absence like a rotting tooth?

Sasha reached a hand out, tracing the back of Ilya’s. Ilya flinched away, fingers curling in on themselves. 

Sasha sighed. “Fine. Maybe I’ll leave your Shane alone.” 

Sasha’s eyes moved languidly from Ilya to the table behind them and then back again with a growing smirk. 

“It looks like I’ll have more options now, anyway. Seems Hayden is very open-minded.”

Ilya snapped his head over his shoulder, throat seizing shut as he took in the back of Shane’s head, two stupid American hands buried in that hair of his, Shane’s hand cradling the man’s cheek like he wanted it, like it wasn’t a nightmare without explanation. 

As soon as the dates ended, Ilya headed straight for Shane. Shane was still lingering next to that man, a bland cut-out of some bad American cliche, all blonde and big-shouldered and stupid.  

“Shane!” 

He looked over his shoulder at Ilya. Ilya watched as his open smile turned to ice, eyes falling into a deep blankness, as if Ilya was no one. A stranger. It was enough to make Ilya stumble, pausing as he recalculated. 

A hand gripped his arm. Rose was glaring up at him, her hair swept up into a ponytail that bobbed fiercely as she hissed at him.

“Why did you tell Shane you had never had a boyfriend?”

Ilya shook his arm free, stepping back towards Shane. She clamped down again.

“No. You are going to give him space and let him flirt with whoever he wants to, as much as he wants to, while you explain to me this instant before I stab you with one of my stilettos.”

Ilya groaned, giving in and turning to her as the other Islanders welcomed the new arrivals.

“I did not lie. I am not a liar. Sasha was not my boyfriend.” He cursed in Russian. “Just a very big mistake.”

“Really? Because I heard something different from Svetlana.”

Ilya’s jaw snapped shut, narrowing his eyes at Svetlana across the lawn as she embraced Jackie in a hug.

“It was not…nothing. This is true. But he was not my boyfriend. We fucked. We hung out. Sometimes we didn’t. Then we would start talking again. You get the picture.”

“So…friends with benefits? While you strung him along for how long?”

Ilya waved his hand. “Maybe a year, at most, with many months of not talking. It was convenient. He is a hairdresser. Sometimes he would be at my shoots, or in the same city. He’s Russian. He can understand things others can’t. Svetlana met him, yes, became friendly. None of this is a boyfriend.”

Rose raised her eyes. “You are very precise with that word. Boyfriend. Are you sure you know what it means here, in English? ’Cause I gotta say, it’s sounding like Sasha was your boyfriend.”

“Yes, Rose Landry, I am not an idiot.” Ilya stepped closer to her, his patience gone. “He is not my boyfriend because I never asked him to be. Because I never wanted him to be. I wanted comfort. I wanted a distraction. My family was falling apart and I was trying to hold myself together. Sasha was willing. But yes, go gossip with Svetlana about me, about how stupid I am for not knowing every fancy English word. I do know this one, Rose, and I know how to count, and my number of boyfriends is zero. Just like Shane.”

Rose swallowed. “Okay. I’m sorry. That was low of me.”

“Yes.” Ilya glared, the idiotic tears pressing behind his eyes again. He shook his head, clearing his vision, and then looked again. Shane was no longer with the dumb American. He was sitting on a daybed next to Sasha, their heads bent towards each other, bodies angled far too close for Ilya’s comfort. 

Shane forced himself to focus, his eyes flickering up compulsively to study Sasha’s face. The two of them looked nothing alike. Sasha was lithe and delicate, with a self-satisfied air about him that Shane felt sure he would never possess. He took in Sasha’s tousled locks, noticing Svetlana had styled his hair similarly earlier. Is that what Ilya liked? Was he just some placeholder as Ilya nursed a secret heartbreak?

“And I only wanted you to be in the know, as a courtesy.” Sasha gave him a pitying smile and Shane forced himself back to reality.

“Yeah, sure, of course. Appreciate it. Ilya didn’t, uh, mention any exes. So.”

“Oh, Ilyusha.” Sasha drew out the diminutive, his lips seeming to savor the consonants. “He does keep things close to his chest, doesn’t he?”

“I guess…” Shane’s brows drew together.

Sasha sighed. “I mean, even with his mother. I knew his family situation, of course, and still it was hard to get him to open up. Even after a year!”

Shane short-circuited, his hands gripping the pink sheen of the daybed’s cushion. Ilya had shared nothing about his family. Nothing about this man before him. Apparently was still secretive even after a year (a year?) and Shane had been idiotic enough to think their few days together had meant something. 

Shane should’ve known. He had heard the locker room chat about clingy virgins, how girls always get so attached after their first time, all the other misogynistic bullshit that Shane had pretended to know about so it wouldn’t be so obvious he was different. 

But maybe parts of it were true. Shane had gotten overly attached. Had confused his first experiences for something more. Something significant. While to Ilya it was probably…only fun. 

Shane felt Sasha’s eyes on him and he forced a smile back on his face, raising his gaze.

 “Sure, right. Well, I appreciate you being honest with me, even though you don’t owe me anything.”

Sasha’s eyes darted behind Shane. 

“Of course, Shane.” He pressed his hand over Shane’s, squeezing as he scooted closer. “And while I am interested in seeing if things with Ilya rekindle, I can’t say you haven’t caught my eye too.”

Shane stared at him, eyebrows tangling together, mind fully imploding.

And then a hand was lifting Sasha up by his shirt and hauling him through the air, Shane standing up with a jolt to see Ilya manhandling him across the lawn. Sasha’s feet dragged helplessly against the fake turf before Ilya lifted, tossing him clear into the pool. 

Sasha let out a half-shout before disappearing under the water. He splashed to the surface a minute later, gasping. He pulled himself up, white shirt clinging to his body, highlighting his nipple piercings, the denim heavy with water and sinking lower around his waist. 

Sasha shook his hair like a dog, splashing Ilya, and tore off his mic and mic pack. He stepped closer, nearly as tall as Ilya but half as wide, a slim finger tracing a line down Ilya’s chest as he leered.

“If you wanted to get me all wet, you could’ve just asked.”

Shane couldn’t see Ilya’s face, only saw Sasha tumbling backwards as he was pushed back into the pool.

Shane scoffed, standing up rigidly from the daybeds. He was silly to think Ilya might have wanted to come over to talk to him, to try to explain himself. Clearly Ilya couldn’t handle Sasha even talking to someone else without getting insanely jealous. Ex or not, Shane didn’t want to see any more of it. 

He strode towards where the other Islanders were, beelining towards Hayden. He ignored Jackie at Hayden’s side, ignored everyone’s low murmurs as they looked towards Ilya and Sasha with wide eyes. 

Ilya turned as Shane passed, his voice strangled. 

“Shane.”

Shane didn’t move his head, didn’t reveal anything with his voice.

“You’re going to owe the producers a mic pack. Try to keep your jealousy in check next time.”

Ilya’s chest tightened, Shane striding even further out of reach. 

Behind him, a squirt of water splashed against his ankle. Sasha reclined back in the pool, grin back on his face. Ilya wondered what the going prison sentence was for drowning. It might be worth it. 

Hayden tried not to grin as Jackie whispered into his ear, filling him in on her date. 

“He’s so nice. But I don’t think I feel the chemistry?” She grimaced. “But it is early.”

“Yeah, you really can’t force that stuff though.” Hayden didn’t bother lowering his voice, hoping Connie would overhear.

“Speaking of dates…” Jackie lifted her head towards Shane approaching them. “Seems like yours went well.”

“Oh.” Hayden felt his face burning, his smile unconscious as it spread automatically across his face.

“Hey, Shane.”

“Hey. Um. Sorry to interrupt.”

Hayden looked to Jackie, who was already disappearing with Javi to the beanbags.

“No, you’re okay, man.”

Hayden waited, Shane stayed silent. Ilya and Sasha spewed things in Russian back and forth in the distance.

“Uh. Everything okay with…all that?”

“Not really.” Shane tried to smile. “Trying to distract myself I guess.” He blinked, face panicking. “Not that I’m trying to use you or anything. You’re not just a distraction.”

“Hey, you’re okay.” Hayden laughed, grinning a bit. “I don’t mind being used.” 

He stepped closer, throwing an arm over Shane’s shoulder. He pressed his lips against Shane’s forehead, pulling him closer. Hayden could feel Shane’s body loosen, his body relaxing against Hayden’s chest. Shane’s voice was muffled against Hayden’s shirt.

“Don’t want to hurt you or anything.”

Hayden leaned back a bit to peer at Shane.

“Hey. I just met you. I’m not in love or anything.”

Shane flushed, wincing, as Hayden squeezed his shoulder. 

“Besides. It’s a good look for me too. We’re hot commodities, right? Nothing wrong with making people a little jealous.”

Hayden’s eyes scampered to Jackie, catching her eye as she looked up from Javi. She smiled, raising her glass in his direction. Hayden bit back a smile. Shane exhaled.

“Okay. Good.” 

Shane let himself lean back into Hayden and Hayden shifted to better hold him, their breath slowly starting to sync together, neither needing to figure anything out at this moment.

Ilya’s leg bounced as he sat on the second-floor lounge chairs, Svetlana by his side. Ilya tracked Sasha below, recently out of the pool with his wet clothing discarded in a pile. Leo and Cici were chatting him up and looking more at his damp clinging boxers than his face. 

“You need to breathe, Ilyusha.”

“How am I supposed to breathe when there is this scum in the Villa?”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?”

Ilya snapped his head to Svetlana, his eyes blazing.

“No, Svetlana, I do not. This man was nothing to me, nothing, and now he has come here to ruin the one good thing I have ever had?”

Svetlana exhaled, leaning back against her chair. She contemplated, choosing her words carefully.

“I do not think he meant nothing to you. I was there, remember?”

“There for what? The late night calls for hookups? Months where we didn’t even meet up? There when he couldn’t handle any actual emotions? What, Svetlana?”

Svetlana tensed her hands, voice low.

“Ilya. It is me.”

She switched to Russian, despite no one nearby other than the cameras.

“You were the one who couldn’t handle emotions, my love. Sasha was the first man you had spend the night. The only one you texted more things to than just time and place. I remember, Ilya. Your mother. How he was the one you called.”

“And see how that turned out?” 

“How could he know, Ilya? You do not let people in. He was trying. And I think you wanted him to try.”

Ilya shook his head. 

“I do not want him.”

“You don’t have to.” Svetlana moved closer, gently brushing his arm. “I only….” She sighed. “It was nice to see you have feelings, my favorite manwhore. It seemed like maybe you wanted more feelings, in your life, at that time.”

Ilya did not say anything for a long moment, his eyes fixating on Shane, his blue polo a beacon, Rose and the new bombshell flanking him. 

“Maybe I did. But what I wanted did not happen. Does not matter now. Sasha is not the one I want.”

“Okay.” Svetlana interlaced her fingers with his, squeezing his hand. “I only thought you should give it a chance. Now that time has passed.” 

Ilya grunted. Svetlana sighed, leaning into Ilya, her hair brushing his shoulder. 

“Rose is mad at me.”

Ilya glanced at her. He slid a thumb over her pout.

“Why?”

“She is very protective of Shane. I don’t think I explained myself well.”

“Shane is mad at me too.”

Svetlana managed a smile.

“Wonder why?”

“I know. But still. I do not understand him. He is mad about Sasha but won’t even speak with me. Won’t let me explain.”

“He’s hurt.”

“Not too hurt to kiss that man.”

“Hayden Pike. You’ve watched his games, Ilya, you know his name.”

Ilya snorted, ignoring her. 

“Pike, yes, whatever. Shane kissed him. Was sitting with Sasha. Then told me to keep my jealousy in check. Like I should be so relaxed about it all.”

“It is the nature of the show.” Svetlana raised her shoulder. 

“Not a good look, then? For me to be so freaked out about one kiss? Even though it is disgusting?”

“Don’t be a homophobe.” Svetlana laughed, trying to tease him. Ilya did not smile. They were silent for a moment.

“What if he won’t talk to me, Sveta?”

She kissed his shoulder, rocking him back and forth once in her arms. 

“He will talk, Ilya. Or at least listen. You can whisper to him as he dreams.”

Ilya sighed, resting his head on top of Svetlana’s, trying to build up the energy to return downstairs.

Shane avoided Ilya all night. It reminded Ilya of his first night in the Villa but turned sour, Shane running from him not with tense flaring desire, but with a hard apathy, his face a shield each time Ilya caught a glimpse. 

Ilya made himself be patient, waiting in their bed with his leg still jostling. Across the bedroom, Rose got into bed next to Svetlana, turning immediately away from her. Svetlana looked miserably at her back and then over to Ilya with a sigh. 

Lexi and Hayden walked in together, which brightened Ilya’s mood. Javi and Shawna were already whispering in bed, their eyes only mildly frightened when they saw Lexi. 

And then Shane entered. Ilya’s posture straightened, his fingers kneading the comforter.. Shane did not look at him, merely grabbed his pillow from his side of the bed. 

“Sleeping outside tonight.”

Hayden’s head turned. “Want company?” He glanced at the bed with his name on it. “I don’t think I’ll fit in this tiny twin.”

“Sure.” Shane shrugged.

Ilya’s breath seized, his hand reaching out for Shane’s wrist before he could process fully.

“Shane. Do not go. Let me explain.”

Shane slid his hand cooly out of Ilya’s grasp, glancing up at Sasha as he sashayed into the bedroom. 

“Tomorrow. I’m sure you two still have a lot to catch up on.”

And then he was gone, Hayden clasping a hand on Shane’s back as they left, blanket thrown over his shoulder. Ilya seethed. If Hayden dared to sleep in Soul Ties, where he and Shane had…He forced himself to exhale, pulling his brain back from his growing hit list. 

Shane said they would talk tomorrow. That was something. 

Outside, Shane hovered awkwardly in front of one of the daybeds, more self-conscious now that it was only him and Hayden.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, wherever you want, buddy!” 

Hayden jumped back onto the daybed, flopping out as he tossed the blanket between them. 

“You really don’t mind?”

“Nah, man. I don’t know how you get used to sleeping with that many people in the same room.” Hayden propped himself up on an elbow. “Plus, I heard Cici talking about how she wanted to dominate Leo tonight so I don’t mind missing that.”

Shane let out a laugh. 

“Yeah, they can be a lot.” 

Hayden looked over at him, settling down into his pillow.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Shane froze, his eyes darting sideways.

“Uh. I don’t know. Guess I’m still pretty pissed off that he lied?”

Hayden half-smiled. “I meant our kiss.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to check in. Make sure we’re cool.”

“Yeah, we’re cool.”

“Good.” Hayden flipped onto his back, hands crossing over his chest. “’Cause I’ve never done that. Kissed a dude. And I still don’t think I’m…you know.”

Shane smiled. “Gay. You can say it.”

“Right. Yeah. Gay.” Hayden exhaled slightly. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Obviously.” Shane smiled again.

“Duh, right.” Hayden waited another beat. “I kinda like Jackie?”

Shane’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“What? Is that bad?”

“It’s…bombscest.”

“It’s what?”

Shane turned, laughing into his pillow.

“Sorry. I know it’s a stupid word. It’s just what they call it when two bombshells get together.”

“Ew. Bombscest?”

“Yeah. ’Cause your purpose is to shake up existing couples, not date each other.”

“Oh.”

“It doesn’t mean you can’t.” Shane shifted, tugging the blanket up to his chest. “Only that you may have to wait.”

“Hmm.” Hayden exhaled again. He didn’t like the idea of waiting. 

“Oh, you really like her.”

Hayden’s head snapped. Shane was grinning at him, his finger reaching out to poke Hayden’s red cheeks.

“Shut up!” 

Hayden grabbed Shane’s finger, wrestling his hand closer until Shane was closer to him. He folded his palm over Shane’s hand, resting it on his chest as Shane nuzzled into his neck. Hayden’s other hand started drawing slow circles on his back, causing Shane to let out a contented sigh.

“Glad I met you, Hayden.”

“Glad I met you too, Shane.”

“Kinda crazy. All this.”

“Yeah.” Hayden let out a short laugh. “I’m trying not to think about it.”

“Good.”  Shane snuggled closer, his breath sending goosebumps across Hayden’s skin. “I like not thinking.”

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…a game about assumptions gets things messy! Sometimes the enemy of your enemy…is the person you kiss?

And don’t forget to vote, America - the least popular Islander will be dumped from the Villa.

[outro music plays]

Chapter End Notes

sorry for the angst!! this IS a reality show after all, we gotta have the drama! they'll get to their happy ending eventually, it may just take a minute...

and once again i am more long-winded than planned so we'll get to our next challenge game next installment. it'll feature lots of kissing. everyone kissing everyone. probably while crying. this IS love island.

Chapter 9

Chapter Summary

miscommunications multiply! in a challenge game about assumptions, feelings get hurt and people who have never kissed before do in fact, kiss!

Chapter Notes

Y'all everyoneee needs therapy. Heads up that Shane gets a bit slut-shamey in this one. He's working on it, promise.
Also, the boys get a little pushy/shovey here. No one is hurt and it's not done with intention of causing bodily harm etc, but in case anyone is sensitive to that, I wanted to give fair warning!

 

Translations:

Не думайте, что я так легко сдамся.
Don't think that I will give up so easily.

Ты моя. Моя.
You’re mine. Mine.

Ilya woke early, willing himself not to throw back the covers and immediately check Soul Ties for Hayden and Shane. He waited for the lights. He waited for the other Islanders to grumble and chitchat. He waited until his heart wasn’t pounding hard enough to make him dizzy, and then he stood up and exited the bedroom.

Soul Ties was empty and undisturbed. Ilya let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding, a smile flitting to his face. He jogged downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen to whip up breakfast for Shane. Ilya placed a bagel in the toaster before pressing the lid down on the blender for Shane’s protein shake. He rolled out his neck and shoulders, the tension from his poor night’s sleep still lingering. His gaze drifted, catching on the daybeds where two figures were lumped together. 

Ilya’s stomach dropped. He stared as Shane sat up and stretched, laughing at something Hayden said below him. Ilya forced his eyes back to Shane’s protein shake, pouring it into a glass. Soul Ties was intimate, sexual. But the daybeds…had Shane just cuddled with him all night? Talking until they fell asleep in each other’s arms? 

“Hi.”

Ilya jerked his head up at the familiar voice. Shane stood in front of him, his eyes fixed down at the counter. Ilya’s voice was gruff, aiming for unaffected. 

“Ah. You’re speaking to me now?”

Shane looked up with a glare and Ilya couldn’t help the instant smile that spread across his face. Ilya missed those live wire eyes, that angry spurt of red that happened when Shane got pissed off. Far superior to the way Shane had been looking through him like a ghost lately. 

Hayden tiptoed behind them at a safe distance, walking up the stairs to give them space. Ilya flipped him off regardless. Shane half-turned. His glare draining away, something like guilt replacing it, though his shoulders stayed stiff

“I figured it was only fair to let you explain.”

Ilya exhaled. “Thank you. I would like to. I did not trick you - I would not do that to you.”

Shane made a face and Ilya moved closer, caressing his wrist across the counter. 

“Shane. I promise. I…should have explained more about my past, maybe. But he was never my boyfriend.”

A slender hand snaked around Ilya’s waist, the protein shake clinking in a glass Sasha held in his other hand.

“Thanks for breakfast, baby.” Sasha pressed a kiss to Ilya’s cheek, murmuring loud enough for  Shane to hear. “думайте, что я так легко сдамся.” 

 Ilya short-circuited, Sasha sashaying across the lawn as Shane scoffed and strode in the other direction, his voice wavering over his shoulder. 

“Sure you don’t want him to be?” 

“Shane! He is the liar!” 

Ilya’s voice behind him continued, getting fainter as Shane’s walk sped into nearly a run. His brain buzzed, stimuli overlapping: Hayden’s warm arm wrapped around him all night, how Ilya’s face had broken wide into a smile that fixed something in Shane’s chest, the Russian words Sasha said like a secret Shane would never know.

Suddenly arms were around him.

“Shane, whoa, slow down.” Rose peered at him. “What happened?”

“Can’t. Need to be alone.” Shane shoved her off, ducking into the Speakeasy. Thankfully, no one was trying to hook up this early in the morning. He faceplanted into the velvet couch, hands pressing over his ears, eyes pushing into darkness. He made himself breath slowly, waiting for the vice on his chest to lessen.

Rose hovered at the edge of the kitchen. Ilya was slumped on the floor with his hands over his eyes, knees pressed to his chest.

“Um, what is going on? Y’all are appropriating lesbian levels of drama right now.” 

Ilya didn’t laugh. Rose softened her tone, dropping down next to him.

“Hey. I promise I’m not here to pile on. I unfortunately need your help because Svetlana says she likes the special way you usually make eggs for her.”

Ilya scoffed slightly, rolling his forehead across his knees. “I am not good for anything right now.”

Rose reached out a tentative hand, stroking his back. 

“He still won’t talk to you?”

“He did. He tried.” Ilya brought his face up, his hands tightening. “Fucking Sasha ruined it. But Shane… he won’t try to trust me. It’s like he’s waiting for me to fuck up. To let him down.” Ilya shook his head.

“Oh, honey.” Rose’s face softened, scooting closer to him. 

She exhaled, leaning her head back against the cabinets.

“I can’t say I know exactly how Shane feels. He’s pretty private. But from what I gathered…you’re kinda like…his celebrity crush and gay awakening wrapped into one? And then you were here, in person, and kissing him? And liking him? I don’t know…I could see how he’d freak out a bit about that. It probably feels too good to be true.”

Ilya shook his head. “I am not too good.” He frowned, face darkening. “And he has no problem kissing Hayden.”

“Ilya. Please remember that Shane is a massive rule-following, competitive freak on a show that revolves around hooking up.” Rose laughed. “Plus Hayden’s cute.”

“Hey!” Ilya pushed against her shoulder, laughing a bit in shock. “I thought you were supposed to be comforting me.”

“Mm, I’m actually just buttering you up so you’ll make Sveta eggs already.” She sniffed the air, getting a whiff of the burnt bagel. “Though maybe today’s not hte best morning.”

“Sveta, eh?”

Rose flushed. “Shut up.” 

She glanced behind her, the boys starting to come down the stairs as she squeezed his shoulder, standing back up. 

“Don’t doubt yourself Ilya. Aren’t supermodels supposed to be vain? Where’s your ego, hm? If that’s your man…well. Remind him of it.”

Shane stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He had slipped out of the Speakeasy once his breathing had stabilized, muscles less shaky now. The Islanders’ laughter drifted from the dressing rooms, production having brought in themed outfits for their challenge that day. He’d have to join them soon.

Shane stared at his reflection. His eyes were red and puffy, though not as obvious as earlier. His skin was pale, drained, freckles popping out against his sallow skin. 

So maybe Ilya hadn’t lied. Not completely. But Sasha was here, in the fucking Villa, brushing by Ilya every chance he got. Maybe he had even snuck into Shane’s bed last night when he was with Hayden, keeping Ilya warm. Shane’s stomach seized. He was too proud to ask Rose. He had been avoiding her and Svetlana all morning, cutting her off each time she tried to explain something. She was supposed to be on his side, not Ilya’s. And Rose looked at him with too much understanding for someone who had only known him for a week, her eyes piercing straight to his stupid bleeding heart.

At least there was still Hayden. Shane’s chest eased somewhat. He took another look at his reflection, glaring at his pathetic face crying over the first guy he had kissed. So Ilya had other men. Big deal. He was Shane Hollander. This was being filmed and broadcast into more households than he wanted to think about. He wasn’t going to be some little bitch for a supermodel who had been around the block and then some. 

Shane raised his chin. This was a game. And he was going to play it.

The cameras rolled, filming footage that would be switched to slow motion for the broadcast. The girls went first, flouncing over the green hills in tea dresses, all tight bodices and short layered skirts, florals and soft pastels everywhere. Svetlana and Rose held hands as they skipped, the bows on their knee-high sheer tights bobbing with each stride, not having to exaggerate their smiles for the camera. 

The boys came next, dapper sets for everyone with only suit vests provided, leaving muscular arms and chests exposed. Ilya was in a deep burgundy pin-striped outfit, the lines curving around his thighs and ass so lewdly Shane had to tear his gaze away. Shane’s pants were aubergine, the wide matching cumberbund tight around his waist to hold in the billowy white dress tank above. 

Ariana waited for them on set, her teeth sparkling. She twirled the frilled parasol resting on her shoulders, swishing her off-the-shoulder houndstooth dress, white scarf knotted at her neck. 

“Welcome Islanders! So good to see you again!” 

The Islanders formed a semi-circle around her, clapping.

“Today’s challenge is Spill the Tea. Islanders, this phone will ring and ask a question.” She gestured to a red telephone booth standing to one side. “You will kiss an Islander to indicate your answer. The first round is factual, however, so if you answer incorrectly, the Islander you chose will display their displeasure.” 

Ariana reached for the teacup on a table next to her, tossing the liquid in the direction of the Islanders with a cheeky gasp and a wink. 

“For the second round, the questions are about opinions - no right or wrong answers. Merely kiss or spill tea on whichever naughty Islander you think fits best.” 

Ariana took a sip of the remaining tea, looking up coyly over the rim of her cup. 

“Choose wisely, Islanders. Now spill. That. Tea!”

Rose was in the booth first. The phone rang, automated voice booming out of loud speakers.

“Which Islander has vowed to save themselves for marriage?”

Rose stepped out of the telephone booth, bouncing down the line of Islanders, finger wiggling over each person. 

“Hmm. I think I’ll choose…Svetlana.”

Shane frowned as they kissed, long and deep, continuing even after a buzzer sounded. 

Lexi I. huffed. “Obviously. Everyone knows it’s me.”

Svetlana grinned as she grabbed a teacup, carefully running the liquid over the top of Rose’s dress where the bodice scooped up her chest into quite the receptacle. Svetlana lowered her tongue, drawing a line over the liquid that pooled there, dipping slightly into Rose’s cleavage until she let out a shivering sigh.

Svetlana flounced off the phone booth while Rose returned to the line, Shane actively scowling now.

“That’s not how you play, Rose. You knew the answer was Lexi. And she’s supposed to toss the tea, like she’s mad, not whatever the fuck that was.”

Rose scoffed. “Oh, quiet, Shane. If you’d just kiss him already, maybe you’d start having fun too.”

“That’s not how the game works-”

Shane was cut off as Svetlana chose Rose for her question, incorrect again, their tongues seeming to search for something buried in each other’s mouths. Shane rolled his eyes. 

Jackie entered the booth, Hayden whistling as she walked past. The automated voice started once she picked up the phone. 

“Which Islander has previously cheated on a past partner?”

Shane crossed his arms tighter, not bothering to lower his voice.

“Probably Ilya.”

Ilya scowled, starting to say something. Jackie shrugged, biting her lip apologetically as she motioned to him. 

“Sorry, I don’t know anyone well enough to guess!”

“Is fine.” Ilya looked at Shane, then Hayden, then back to Shane before smirking. “But remember, you must kiss me if I am your answer.”

“Oh, right.” 

Jackie flushed slightly, leaning up as she placed her hands around Ilya’s shoulders. He looked down at her through his narrow red sunglasses before grabbing her waist, pulling her in closer, her pink skirt flaring up slightly with the motion. Hayden cursed under his breath. Ilya’s eyes slid past Jackie, pinning down Shane as he lolled his tongue into her mouth for an extended kiss. He finally released her, Jackie stumbling slightly before straightening, hands smoothing down her bodice. 

The buzzer sounded. Ilya spread out his hands, eyes still on Shane.

“I have never cheated. Hard to do when you do not have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, it’s me. It was only one time, ladies, I swear!” Javi winced, waving his hands in surrender as the girls booed him. 

“Sorry, Ilya.” Jackie grabbed her teacup, offering it to him for the spill, her eyes clamping shut in preparation. Ilya considered it with a growing smile and shook his head.  

Ilya’s gaze drifted back to Shane as he unbuttoned his already low-cut vest, baring his chest for her. Ilya held her wrist gently, moving it towards him. His eyes didn’t leave Shane as the tea poured over him, Shane’s tongue flicking over his lips involuntarily as the liquid ran in rivulets over Ilya’s sizable pecs. 

It was Shane’s turn. He walked stiffly to the booth, turning over his shoulder.

“Just a reminder that the person who got the question wrong is supposed to get spilled on. Since no one is playing this game right.”

He thought he saw Ilya’s lips twitch before he stepped inside the booth, picking up the phone to listen to the question.

“Which Islander has had the highest number of sexual partners?”

Shane’s jaw twitched. “This one actually would be you.”

Ilya met his gaze with an eyebrow raise, daring him. Shane felt stuck. Ilya had made no secret of his openness when it came to sex, which was just another reason it was stupid for Shane to put any stock in their meager handful of hookups. But choosing Ilya would mean…

“Well? Are you going to stay in your little box all day?” Ilya tilted his chin up, smirking.

Shane’s nostrils flared. He strode out of the telephone booth, grabbing Ilya’s wrist roughly and yanking him towards him. Their lips met harshly at first, pressure almost painful. Then Ilya moaned, a quiet thing that only Shane heard. The effect was immediate. Shane could feel his muscles surrender, coming undone at an embarrassing rate. He whimpered back, hands running up beneath the back of Ilya’s open vest on instinct alone, hot and desperate. Ilya’s hand snuck into Shane’s top, broad palm cupping one of his pecs, thumb tweaking his nipple. Shane felt his cock twitch and he pushed Ilya back roughly, wiping his lips on the back of his hand, breath catching.

The buzzer sounded. 

Ilya’s gaze was steady behind his shades, something almost melancholy around the corners of his smile. 

“You are wrong about me. Again.”

“Yeah, c’mon, Shane, women can be whores too!” Cici flipped her hair back and forth over her shoulders, grinning widely. “As if Ilya could have my number beat.”

“That’s my baby!” Leo kissed her cheek, patting the side of her ass with loud smacks.  

“And now your punishment.” 

Ilya held up his teacup, moving closer to Shane. Shane squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about the sticky residue that would cling to his clothes and skin. A firm touch pressed against his chin, pulling slightly on his lower lip. Shane’s eyes fluttered open, Ilya nearly chest-to-chest with him. 

“Open for me.”

Shane’s jaw opened automatically, tongue extending before he could feel the shame of it. Ilya raised the cup, pouring the liquid in a long line into Shane’s mouth, thumb closing his jaw with a gentle snap as the slight overflow dripped out the sides of Shane’s lips. 

Shane swallowed, legs suddenly shaky. Ilya looked at him, inhaling slightly. He leaned in, a soft swirl of his tongue drifting over Shane’s chin to clean the liquid that had escaped his lips, the edge of his tongue barely skimming Shane’s bottom lip. Shane forced his lips to stay closed.

“Wow!” Ariana fanned herself with her cue cards. “Do you boys need a private tearoom?”

The Islanders burst into laughs and whoops and Shane pulled away harshly, not looking at Ilya as he rejoined the line, pulse jumping rapidly. 

The first round continued, Ilya trained on Shane without pause. He strode to Shane before questions even finished, mouth swallowing him whole without hesitation. Shane’s head felt murkier and murkier, Ilya’s skin soon coated in sticky tea from all his incorrect answers, more ridiculous each time. 

Shane shook his head. “Obviously I haven’t been with two women in the same night? You’re getting these all wrong.”

Ilya grinned, squeezing Shane’s ass as he pulled him in tighter for another kiss. “For a smart man, you can be so very stupid.” 

Shane pushed him away, again, as he had been, but with barely any force this time. 

Ariana’s voice rang out. “This is the final question of this round. And there are multiple correct answers!”

Svetlana danced into the booth, dress absolutely drenched in tea from Rose’s many incorrect answers, only further highlighting her curves as the fabric clung tighter to her body. 

“Which Islander has never been in love?”

Svetlana’s eyes went to Shane first. He felt his ears burn, all his inexperience on clear display. But she merely held his gaze, purposeful, as she walked over to Ilya, pulling him forward. She jumped in his arms, him receiving her like second-nature, and only then did she turn her eyes from Shane down to Ilya, kissing him short and sweet.

There was no buzzer.

The Islanders clapped. Ariana smiled.

“Well, done, Svetlana. Shane and Hayden also would’ve been correct answers.”

Hayden glanced at him, Shane giving him a small smile back. A few people down from Hayden, Sasha scratched the ground with his left foot, face drawn. Shane’s stomach twisted, and he looked away. 

“It is now time for round two! No right answers this time, just tea to be spilled. Remember, you can choose your answer with either a kiss or a toss of your tea!”

Hayden was first in the telephone booth, listening as he cradled the phone to his ear.

“Who is the best kisser in the Villa?”

Shane’s lips quirked. Hayden had kissed a couple Islanders in the first round, but Shane was the only one he’d kissed outside of a challenge.

Hayden scratched his neck, a shy smile on his face. 

“Well. I don’t know for sure yet…but I’d like to find out.” 

He extended a hand to Jackie, pulling her forward. They hesitated for a moment, eyes scanning each other, and then he leaned down, soft and tender. Shane frowned, something turning in his stomach. He glanced to his right and saw Ilya frowning too, turning away sharply once Shane noticed him staring.

Hayden and Jackie parted, holding hands until they stepped back into line, Sasha making his way to the booth. Shane narrowed his eyes. Sasha had been quiet so far, intentionally choosing Islanders other than Ilya during the first round though his eyes tracked him regardless. 

“Who is here for clout over love?”

Sasha meandered down the line of Islanders. Leo hovered forward, eager for another kiss from him, but Sasha ignored him. Shane felt the double drop of his stomach as Sasha stopped in front of Ilya, his mind scrambling again. Sasha knew Ilya on the outside, and intimately. Most people did come on these shows for publicity. It wasn’t that hard to believe, or necessarily bad. In a way, Shane could be said to be on for clout too, but- 

Shane’s brain stopped forming thoughts as Sasha slung graceful arms around Ilya’s neck, leaning into him like a dancer. Ilya’s hands stayed at his side, his body stiff. Sasha’s lips parted, spreading Ilya’s as he leaned forward, the kiss only lasting a moment. He said something in Russian as they parted, Ilya saying something sharp in retort.Shane’s stomach twisted again, desperate to know what had been said.

Sasha switched to English as he stepped back in line. 

“Not an exhibitionist anymore, Ilyusha? Remember that afterparty in Paris, where you had me on stage? So funny to see you so shy now.”

Shane’s ears flared, heat rising. He might prefer Russian. 

His turn was next. Shane avoided Ilya’s gaze as he walked to the telephone booth, head aching. Was it all a marketing ploy for Ilya? Ilya said he came here for Shane…was that proof? Was he riding the rumors of Shane’s sexuality for some extra press, stoking the romance storyline for more screentime?

The phone message blared, pausing the whirlpool of his thoughts.

“Which Islander would you couple up with if your current partner wasn't here?”

Shane focused on the automated voice, considering. The safe answer would be Rose, since they had been partnered before Ilya. But that would be a lie, and Shane didn’t like lies. If the truth would also would cause a bit of…jealousy, he couldn’t say he hated that.

Shane reached for Hayden’s hand with a soft smile. He could feel Ilya radiating heat a few people down, his eyes burning into him. Hayden followed Shane like a puppy, bumping against him as they stumbled back slightly. 

Shane felt his face flush, not prepared for the audience, the Islanders starting to chant. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!”

Hayden laughed, then eased forward slightly, nose skimming Shane’s in a question. Shane closed his eyes and let himself be kissed. It was sweet, dipping deeper enough for a flame of warmth to spread under Shane’s skin. He smiled, pulling back, and Hayden stumbled, chasing his lips slightly, his eyes still closed.

Shane felt himself flush again, kissing Hayden’s neck briefly and squeezing his shoulder. Hayden’s eyes flickered open and he cleared his throat, stepping back. 

“Thanks, man.”

“Man?” Shane grinned, snorting.

“Hayden, you are so bad at being gay.” Sasha rolled his eyes. 

“I’m not gay, I’m-”

“Shane-sexual.” Shane grinned wider, not bothering to hide his glee. 

The Islanders whooped louder at that, Shane laughing and bumping shoulders as they returned to their place in line.

Ilya stalked into the telephone booth. Shane’s laughter died instantly, taking in the tight roll of Ilya’s shoulders, rage coming off in waves of heat Shane could almost feel. 

“Who is the least trustworthy Islander in the villa?”

Ilya  slammed the phone back down as he hung, his teeth bared in a poor imitation of a smile.

“Easy. Pike.” He whistled, motioning for Pike to join him in the center.

Pike approached warily, raising his eyebrows. 

“All right dude, just don’t waterboard me with the tea or something.”

“Oh, I am not tossing tea on you.” Ilya patted the side of Hayden’s face with restrained softness, the eerie grin still on his face. 

“But…” Hayden tilted his head.

“Pucker up, Pike.”

Shane’s mouth dropped open. Ilya had been choosing only Shane for kisses whenever possible, keeping everything short or dispassionate after his kiss with Jackie. 

Hayden looked similarly unsure. Ilya waited, his hand remaining on Hayden’s cheek, the rest of his body not making any movement. 

“Um. Okay. I guess...” 

Ilya tilted his head, tone gentler for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, man. For the game. Whatever.” 

“Whatever.” Ilya’s lips shot up in a grin again. 

He stepped closer, crowding Hayden’s space, his hand tracing down Hayden’s cheek and lifting his jaw up. Shane could see Hayden’s breath quickening, probably from sheer panic. Ilya leaned in, his lips tender as they brushed over Hayden’s. Hayden tilted his head up further, leaning in slightly, wanting more.

Ilya descended. His mouth moved over Hayden’s with trained skill, hands coming around to grab the small of Hayden’s back, pulling him closer. They pulled apart for a moment and Shane could see the slide of their tongues as they dove back in. Shane could feel his heart accelerating, each rapid beat seizing his body in a wave of dizziness. 

And then Hayden’s hand reached up, threading through the nape of Ilya’s neck, anchoring in his golden curls. Shane’s stomach seized, sour bile burning up his throat. Rose reached over Cici to squeeze his hand but Shane released quickly, eyes fixated on Ilya, who was doing exactly what Shane had been afraid of. 

Kissing Hayden like he kissed Shane. Like he was interchangeable. Like it meant nothing. 

And now he had the visual to match his fears, hard proof that Ilya could kiss someone else as deeply, as passionately, as it felt when he kissed Shane. Shane couldn’t see anything different about the way Ilya held Hayden than how he held him, nothing to differentiate, to make Shane feel like he mattered. It was so stupid. A closeted gay guy falling for a supermodel and thinking they might, what, end up boyfriends? Shane’s fingernails dug into the flesh of his palms, piercing through so the pain would keep him standing.

They finally parted, Ilya’s lips red and full, eyes coming up to snag Shane’s. Shane started him down, mind finally clear. He felt his senses hone in like it did in the rink, when he found an opponent’s weak spots, spotting the chinks in their armor where he could glide in and wrestle victory out of their overconfident arms.

Shane waited for his turn patiently, other questions background noise behind the white static of his muffled hearing. When it was finally his turn, his question was perfect.

“Which Islander do you think has an active roster on the outside?”

Shane scoffed. “Clearly.” 

He jutted his head at Ilya, who stepped forward, shaking his head with a scowl. Ilya’s scowl deepened when Shane reached for the tea cup, the liquid hitting Ilya across the face. Ilya did not flinch, but when he opened his eyes again, they were flat, nothing there threading between them. Shane hesitated, the teacup almost slipping out of his hand. 

He returned to the line a halfstep after Ilya. It was supposed to feel victorious. Hayden leaned over with a loud whisper.

“Hey, I’m really sorry I kissed him, man. I think I kinda got carried away, but you’re way better, I promise. Still Shane-sexual, dude!”

Shane forced his lips to smile as he nodded tightly, his eyes drifting back to Ilya as the Islanders nearby snickered. Ilya’s glower was back, replacing the empty expression, something sparking back to life in Shane’s chest.

More questions flew by. Since Ilya kissed Hayden, the other Islanders took that to mean he was fair play. Shane forced himself to watch as seemingly endless kisses unfolded before him, Ilya resisting none, his eyes not even bothering to find Shane’s anymore. It was like he didn’t exist anymore.

“Final question for our challenge! Shane, it’s all yours.” Ariana gestured to the phonebooth. 

Shane stepped in.

“Which Islander is the biggest threat to your couple?”

Well, that was obvious. And humiliating after a round of humiliations. Shane dragged his eyes to Ilya. His vest was plastered to his chest from the tea, his lips swollen from all his kisses. Cici had left a fading mark on the side of his neck that Ilya hadn’t bothered to prevent. 

Shane’s mind whirled as he walked slowly to Sasha, gesturing him forward. Sasha sighed, his back to the Islanders as he faced Shane with a bored expression, a smirk playing on his face. 

“Just try not to toss it in my hair, yeah? My styling products are not cheap.”

Shane’s hand hovered over the teacup. He glanced over at Ilya, his face nearly a mirror of Sasha’s: bored and devoid of emotion, eyes passing over Shane as though he was just a part of the landscape. Shane set his jaw. Fine. 

He stepped to Sasha, whose eyes widened as he processed that Shane was leaving the tea behind. His lips curved into a smile, eyebrows raising as he leaned in. Sasha was taller than him, but Shane was not about to go up on his fucking tiptoes. He scruffed Sasha by the neck, dragging him down to his lips. 

Shane pressed hard and deep, tongue instantly slipping inside. Sasha opened for him, body yielding to Shane’s touch. Shane’s brows furrowed, tongue mapping the anatomy of Sasha’s mouth, tracing where Ilya had been, where Ilya had wanted to be for nearly an entire year. His hands were desperate as they roamed over Sasha’s body, feeling what Ilya had felt, wanting to know, wanting to understand. Ilya had been here, pressed against this body, and Shane wanted to dissect it like an anatomy project, his fingertips tracing Sasha like scalpels. He couldn’t find the answers. Even if he could peel back each layer of Sasha’s skin, there would be no answer. No solution. Nausea and desire collided within him, his eyes starting to water embarrassingly.

Shane ripped his mouth away, pushing down a soft sob, and yanked Sasha so he was behind him, chest cradling Shane’s back. Shane grabbed Sasha’s hand, cupping it to his neck as he arched back, eyes finding Ilya's. 

Ilya was vibrating with rage. Shane sighed out a smile, taking in the tight hold of Ilya’s body, the way his lips were pressed against each other in a shaking line. Shane narrowed his eyes, his lips spreading in a challenge, letting a moan ramp up from his throat and vibrate into the air. 

Shane fell to the ground. He blinked, glancing behind him as he pushed himself up on the artificial turf. Ilya had shoved Sasha off, his long limbs tangeld a few feet away. Then Ilya was in front of him, raising him by the scruff of his neck, sealing his lips in a deep kiss. Shane gasped, feeling the line of hardness between Ilya’s legs. 

“Ты моя. Моя.” Ilya’s voice was a low snarl in his ear and Shane whimpered, genuinely this time.

The producers hovered at the edge of the scene, eyeing the three of them. The cameras kept rolling, not stopping unless the violence switched from good television to something they’d get backlash for if they kept shooting. One camera swung to Ariana, who quickly composed herself, blinking into the lens.

“Islanders! Thank you for playing Spill the Tea! Now return to the Villa and get ready to party - a farewell party that is.”

Murmurs spread across the Islanders. She lowered her head.

“Yes, unfortunately, America has been voting, and one of you will be leaving. Tonight.”

Ariana held her grim smile until the cameras cut. Shane looked up, starting to say something to Ilya, but Ilya let go and scrambled back from him without another word, striding away to join the others. 

Shane’s heart stayed at a steady vibration throughout the farewell party. He watched Ilya without approaching, everyone dressed in all black, Ilya’s skin looking particularly golden with the contrast. Even Sasha kept his distance, taking in Ilya’s set jaw, his hand gripped tight around his wine glass as the Islanders were encouraged to dance to bad pop music for a montage. 

Shane barely reacted when the texts started coming in, blinking once when Hannah let out a scream when she was voted off. He patted her back in a loose hug, murmuring something generic. 

The Islanders followed her upstairs to say their farewells as she packed, many of them sobbing dramatically. Shane’s senses sharpened as Ilya took a sudden turn by the staircase, slipping into the Speakeasy instead. 

Shane hesitated, then opened the door after him, closing it softly behind him.

Ilya spun around.

“What do you want, Shane?”

The force of his voice flattened Shane against the wall, full of self-doubt again. 

“I. Wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren’t grieving too hard about Hannah. Since you kissed her and all.”

Shane raised his jaw.

“Just like everyone else.”

Ilya strode across the room, boxing Shane in with his arms on either side, his face twisted into something furious.

“Ah, yes, I am some slut to you. You have made that clear.”

“You’re the one who made it clear.” Shane pushed off the wall, forcing Ilya to step back.

“And you’re so pure? Only me, and Pike, and Rose sometimes when you are confused, and whatever new man may come in as a bombshell? Yes, so superior, Shane.”

“Sorry you won’t get to be my first for everything! Must be a real bummer not to laugh at my inexperience all the time.” 

Ilya’s face froze. 

“What did you and Pike do?”

“What? No, we didn’t…” Shane trailed off, taking in Ilya’s face. His voice softened. “I haven’t done anything more than what I’ve done with you.”

Ilya exhaled. “Good.”

Shane’s anger flared up again, his palms pushing Ilya’s chest back so that he stumbled against the velvet couch. 

“Good?! So…what, I just wait for you to play with me like some toy? Once you’re done with Sasha and Cici and literally every other Islander in here?”

Ilya’s lips twitched up into a smile. “You are insanely jealous. It is very concerning.”

Shane pushed Ilya’s wrists into the couch, mounting him. 

“I am not insane.” Shane blinked rapidly, his eyes teary again. 

Ilya easily slid a wrist out of Shane’s grip, his thumb sliding over his face, the teasing in his voice gone.

“Hey, it is okay. You are okay.” 

He leaned up to kiss Shane’s cheek, but Shane pushed him back.

“Stop treating me like I’m so fucking fragile!” Ilya blinked at Shane. “I’m not some virgin!”

“Aren’t you?”

“Well, at least I’m not a whore!”

Ilya groaned, tossing Shane out of his lap as he stood, his tone cutting.

“Hollander. I am sick of this. Yes, I love to fuck. Men, women, whoever, yes. So what? This is not some evil thing. I do not judge you for not having much experience. Do not judge me for the opposite.” 

“Of course you judge me!” Shane stood up from the couch too, his cheeks blotchy. “You laugh at me all the time, and I know I don’t know what I’m doing yet, and…Sasha…and other people do, and - ”

“Ah, Hollander, no.” Ilya waved his hand. “I do not laugh at you. If I laugh, it is because of you. You are funny, sometimes. Cute. This is why I laugh. I am never mocking. Never with this.” He motioned between them. 

Shane said nothing, his hands curling and unfurling into fists. Ilya tilted his head. 

“What? You are used to being the best, at everything, always?”

Shane sniffed. “No.”

“Then what is the problem?”

Shane swallowed, not able to look at Ilya. “I want to be. I need to be. For you.”

He heard Ilya step closer, his footsteps steady. A hand grazed his jaw, tilting his gaze up. 

“And if I said you already are. Would you even believe it?”

Shane trembled, gazing at Ilya for a moment. Ilya’s eyes were questioning, something sad beneath the teasing. Shane broke, crashing into him, his mouth needy, hands clawing at Ilya’s dark shirt. He felt a low chuckle against his lips, Ilya lifting him and flipping him onto the couch, straddling him and pinning his wrists. Ilya leaned in, jaw scraping against Shane’s neck, his voice low.

“Who is the whore now?”

Shane squirmed, flushing. Ilya pressed harder against Shane’s wrists.

“Who am I to you, Shane? Hm? Am I just your whore,” Ilya leaned down, licking a strip of skin up the side of Shane’s throat. “Or will you let me be something more than that?”

Shane whimpered, thrusting his hips up, feeling his cock harden even more. Ilya leaned down, kissing him harder this time, a bit of an edge behind his lips. Shane met him there, licking into his mouth with the fervor of everything that had been trapped and building inside him, moaning it all into Ilya’s mouth in a trembling release. 

They rolled again, Shane back in Ilya’s lap as they half-rose towards each other, panting. Shane shoved Ilya’s chin up, his mouth swallowing the tender skin beneath his jaw. Ilya winched slightly, hands flexing against Shane’s ass. 

“Ah, you are trying to mark me? Like rabid kitten?”

“Yes.” Shane dragged his teeth against Ilya’s neck, Ilya shivering in response. “You’re mine.”

Ilya groaned, grabbing Shane’s ass tighter, his hips bucking beneath him. 

“Say it again.”

“You’re mine, Ilya. You’re fucking mine.” Shane burrowed into his neck, lips covering the pitiful mark Cici had left, branding it with his own, his muscles shaking. 

“Your clothes. Off.” Ilya pushed back, breathless, struggling out of his shirt, Shane eagerly discarding his own before grabbing at Ilya’s pants. 

Shane sank down, nosing at Ilya’s boxers with a low groan, his breath hot over Ilya’s hard cock. Ilya lifted his hips, letting Shane pull off the clothing that remained. His cock sprung free, Shane nearly salivating at the sight. He lowered himself immediately, lips parting as he began to bob up and down, the motion still new to him. His mind tried to remember every detail from the shower even as he began drifting into a blissful haze, everything fading to just the feeling of his lips around Ilya, his mouth finally full, body finally complete. 

All too soon, Ilya was grabbing his hair, cursing under his breath and hauling him up. Shane whined, straddling him again, sliding back and forth over his shaft as he drew Ilya’s fingers into his mouth instead. Ilya threw his head back, his curses multiplying, throat already mottling with Shane’s marks. 

“I want you so bad, Ilya. Too much.” Shane mumbled into his ear, nuzzling himself tighter against Ilya’s body.

Ilya let out another curse, flipping Shane so that he was spooning him, Ilya’s arms wrapping firmly around Shane’s body. His cock slid in between Shane’s muscular thighs, Shane pressing them together automatically and smiling at Ilya’s inhale behind him. Ilya began to thrust, his hips snapping against Shane’s ass, the slaps echoing across the small room. 

Shane’s breath quickened as Ilya’s shaft skimmed over his hole before pushing forward between his thighs again. Ilya’s speech was mostly Russian now, an ongoing stream of consonants streaming over Shane’s shoulder as he thrust forward, his English faltering.

“Fuck, Shane. So good.”

Shane reached his arm back, grabbing the nape of Ilya’s neck and holding him closer, arching his ass back to grind into him deeper.

“Say…say I’m better than him. Tell me.”

“Fuck.” Ilya’s breath was hot on Shane’s ear.  “Better, Shane. Best. The best.” 

Ilya kissed his shoulder sloppily, hand coming down to wrap around Shane’s twitching cock. Shane whimpered, the sensation of Ilya’s tight grip mixing with the English words he could understand. Better. The best.

“Fuck, Ilya, don’t stop, please, I’m so close...”

“Mine, Shane. Mine.” Ilya gave his dick an extra squeeze, his voice a growl in Shane’s ear.

“Yours. I’m yours, Ilya, fuck - ” Shane seized, feeling himself spill over his stomach, Ilya thrusting between his thighs twice more and then joining him, the aftershocks ripping through his body. 

They exhaled, shakily, Ilya’s hand slowly unwrapping from Shane’s cock, splattered with both of their cum. His hand trailed up, Shane parting his lips to receive his fingers, eyes closing as he hummed around the fullness. Ilya’s voice came out ragged.

“You will kill me, Shane Hollander.” 

Shane hummed happily, still half-dazed, dick twitching hopefully at the feeling of his brimming mouth. 

“And Shane?” Ilya’s voice lowered, steadier. “You do not sleep with Pike tonight. You sleep in our bed. You are my couple. You understand this?”

Shane mumbled out an affirmation around Ilya’s fingers and Ilya grinned, slowly withdrawing his fingers and squeezing Shane’s cheeks with them. 

“My good boy. The best boy, yes?”

Shane flushed, turning and curling into Ilya’s chest with his head bowed, Ilya’s voice breathy against his ear as he rubbed soft circles over Shane’s back.

“After Hannah, of course. She was my favorite. I should probably leave the island with her.”

Shane leaned back, smacking him with a grin, Ilya’s eyes dancing above him as they settled. 

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…a favorite challenge returns. It’s Snog, Marry, Pie! And if that’s not messy enough, the Islanders are scrambling before the recoupling that will shake everything up. Remember, it’s Bombshells’ choice…

Chapter End Notes

We finally survived some Dumb Boy angst! Next episode they get to relax and be more lovey dovey and smutty smutty...most of the time anyway :) But at least Shane is getting over some of his insecurities and Ilya's chipping away his emotional armor. Svetlana and Rose are basically already married just shaking their heads at them both I swear.

If you want some soundtrack accompaniment, Shane was giving me heavy Kim Petras/I Don't Want It At All bratty vibes this installment. If he can't get Ilya right now he doesn't want him AT ALL okay (he wants him sooo bad).

Also I usually have some plot ideas in mind when "America votes" but always feel free to shout out your least fav side character to get voted off or what dates you wanna see - after all, you ARE the Heated Island audience :D

Chapter 10

Chapter Summary

A challenge has Shane and Ilya going down on their knees in more ways than one

Chapter Notes

warning - this installment has a brief mention of suicidality within the Love Island franchise

Shane scratched his neck in the confessional booth the next morning, a dopey smile on his face. 

“Yeah, we, uh, talked it out. We’ve agreed to prioritize our couple. Sorry to Sasha.” 

Shane shrugged, his smile stretching, the kind of grin he made after a particularly good chirp on the ice. 

Shane woke up that morning snuggled tight against Ilya’s chest. He had fallen asleep with Ilya’s lips close against his ear, low voice seeping into his dreams: How it was a hard year. How Sasha was a comfort, but never more. How maybe Shane could be. More.

The dreams had been so sweet Shane had almost forgotten what led them to reconcile, but the bright lights of the communal bedroom quickly reminded him. 

The other Islanders slowly stirred, Javi’s eyes drifting to Ilya’s neck.

“What the fuck, dude? Are you okay?”

Leo’s mouth fell open, taking in the mottled hickeys that coated Ilya’s neck like a collar. 

“Damn. And I thought I was a freak.”

Ilya just grunted as Shane flushed, lips twitching upward in something like pride. Sasha shot a look over from his single bed and Shane weaved a hand through Ilya’s curls, pulling him closer with a kiss that lasted long enough for Sasha to stand up and head to the bathroom.

Ilya pulled back, tugging on Shane’s lower lip. “You are a menace.”

“And?” Shane raised his eyebrows.

Ilya made a noise against Shane’s throat, nipping his jaw.

Hayden shuffled by and Shane jerked away, guilt suddenly flooding his stomach. 

Ilya cocked his head, eyes narrowing.

“Oh, do I need to mark you too?”

Shane shivered, scooting tighter against Ilya’s chest with a grin. 

 “Maybe.”

He felt Ilya’s hands drift down, anchoring on the small of his back as Shane arched forward, teasing. Ilya had woken up hard. Shane listened to the faint hiss between Ilya’s teeth, hiding his smile against Ilya’s blemished neck.

“Mm. I have other ways of reminding you that you are mine.” 

Ilya’s hands gripped Shane’s ass, spreading him slightly, and Shane let out an embarrassing whimper.

Ilya laughed, smacking him gently and throwing the covers back. 

“I will be up with breakfast soon, котенок.” His lips skimmed Shane’s cheek. “I will even serve you in bed, like a little princess.”

Shane wrinkled his nose. “Ew, Ilya, that’s gross. The crumbs-” He glanced up, catching Ilya’s amused expression, and flushed again. “I mean, thank you, though.” 

“Mm. As long as you do not make breakfast for any of these men, you can eat wherever you’d like. Agreed?” Ilya cocked an eyebrow.

Shane nodded, feeling stupidly breathless. “Agreed.”

“Good boy.” 

Ilya kissed the side of Shane’s lips, just close enough that Shane turned his head to catch the shadow of their touch. Ilya pulled back, laughing, and Shane threw a pillow at his retreating back.

Svetlana grabbed Ilya as soon as he dropped off Shane’s breakfast, Rose intercepting Shane. Ilya looked back at Svetlana as Rose dragged Shane to the beanbags, flopping back onto one of the daybeds.

“What is this? Rose Landry trying to steal my man again?”

Svetlana’s lips curved upward around the tea Rose had made, her eyebrows skyrocketing. 

“Oh, your man, now?” 

“Yes. We talked.”

Svetlana dragged a finger across Ilya’s neck, tracing the marks there. Ilya squinted towards the pool, trying to hide his smile. He shrugged.

“Among other things.”

“I see. Shane seems happy this morning.”

“He understands now. That Sasha was nothing of importance.”

“Hm.” Svetlana lowered her cup, gazing into the distance with Ilya. “And you think Shane could be something of importance?”

Ilya shrugged. “Could be. Maybe. Probably, yes.”

Svetlana was too slow to hide her smile. Ilya pushed her shoulder, cursing in Russian. 

“Do not be so smug, Sveta! It is nothing yet!”

“I cannot believe my Ilyusha is so smittennnn.”

“What is this word, smitten? It’s not fair to tease me with unknown words.”

“It’s like…having butterflies. Being twitterpated. Besotted, beguiled. Sweet on someone. You know.”

“None of that is helpful. Shane is fine. We will see.”

“Fine. Yes.” Sveta nodded once, a small sigh escaping from her lips. “I hope he can be someone, Ilya. That you’ll let him be someone. You wouldn’t let Sasha, you know. Even if Sasha was not…fine…like your Shane is.”

“He is not my Shane.”

“No? That’s not what I heard outside the Speakeasy last night.”

“Sveta!” Ilya stood up, pink in his cheeks. 

“Ah, and now you are blushing. My cute little Ilyusha. So twitterpated.” She pinched his cheeks.

“Stop or I will throw you in the pool.”

“You will not.”

Ilya paused, then pounced, crouching and throwing Svetlana over his shoulder. She let out a scream of laughter, legs kicking against his back. 

She was saved by Ariana Madix striding into the Villa, all the Islanders standing to attention. Rose jolted up from the beanbags, Shane peering over her shoulder. Ilya’s jaw twitched. 

“If this is about another bombshell, I will throw myself in the pool.”

Svetlana tsked, squeezing his arm as he lowered her. 

Ariana strode to the firepit, white minidress fluttering as the Islanders followed in her wake. The lace of her dress was cut in subtle lattices, a delicate red veil streaming off her hair that matched her bold red lip. Ilya caught Shane’s hand as the Islanders congregated, yanking him closer as they walked together, his freckles disappearing into a sea of pink. 

Ariana reached the firepit and turned, hands clasping in front of her with a wide smile.

“Islanders, we have another challenge for you today. A classic: Snog, Marry, Pie!”

The Islanders burst into claps and cheers. Ilya leaned closer to Shane, shaking his head.

“I have heard so many fake words today.”

“No, they’re just British.” Shane’s face lit up, whispering quickly. “Love Island was a British show first. There’s so much cool slang I learned while watching. The UK version got hit with some controversy, though, because there have been multiple suicides both from contestants and even the original host, which is really tragic and brings up complex questions of-”

Ilya’s mouth hung open. “Shane. Enough.” He swallowed, palming Shane's hair with a tight squeeze. “Tell me later, okay.”

They turned their focus back to Ariana, Shane rocking happily next to Ilya. 

“In today’s challenge, Islanders will choose one person to kiss, one to propose as their strongest connection, and a third to pie in the face! Today is not a good day to have enemies.”

Shane’s smile deepened, his eyes trailing to Sasha standing a few people down from him.

“Leo! Get us started!”

Leo ran forward, clapping his hands as the Islanders let out a cheer.

“Snog…snog…” Leo paced down the line of Islanders, pausing slightly as he passed Shane before continuing. “I mean, I don’t mind going back for seconds after yesterday.”

He reached his hand out for Sasha, pulling him forward. Shane huffed as they kissed, Leo reaching up to tug his hands through Sasha’s silky hair. 

Ilya gave him an amused look, whispering into his ear.

“Don’t pout, you are still the belle of the ball. You have probably scared people off by mauling me, is all.”

Shane scoffed, glaring at Ilya and crossing his arms. 

The kiss ended, Leo stumbling back with a wide smile. 

“Awesome. Whew. Okay. Obviously I have to marry my girl - get up here, Cici!”

Ariana handed Leo a ringbox, a gaudy piece of costume jewelry inside. He bent on a knee, Cici jumping up and down while fanning her face. 

“Cici, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever known. The freakest freak I’ve ever met. Will you pretend-marry me?”

“Only if we can go on a real honeymoon tonight!” She stuck her tongue out, the rest of the Islanders groaning as Leo and Cici engaged in an extended makeout session. 

Leo then pied Javi for taking too long in the shower and always using up the hot water, and it was on to the next. 

Rose chose Cici for her kiss, Svetlana rolling her eyes when Rose laughed and pulled back after, Cici still trailing her with full tongue. She softened once Rose chose her for her proposal, saying something clunkily in Russian that made Svetlana’s eyes tear up. Ilya sniffed, shaking off Shane’s squeeze when he teased him for getting emotional. Then Rose pied Sasha full in the face, smiling triumphantly after and giving Shane a wink.

Svetlana was next. 

“Who to snog? Wish I could choose you twice.” She squeezed Rose’s hand, then stopped in front of Jackie who stumbled forward with a flush. Svetlana held her gently, Jackie relaxing as the kiss deepened, her hands coming up to tentatively touch Svetlana’s waist before grabbing tighter. The kiss continued, a low moan escaping from Jackie’s mouth.

“Okay!” Hayden clapped twice, mouth tight.

“Wrap it up, you’re good.” Rose paced in front of them. “That’s a snog, yup. You did it.” 

Svetlana pulled back with a laugh, eyes turning to Rose. She wiped Jackie’s lips, wet from the kiss, and Rose cleared her throat.

“Come here, Rosochka, let me marry you.” 

Rose stepped forward with her arms crossed, avoiding Svetlana’s gaze but extending a hand and allowing a ring to be slid onto the right finger nonetheless. Rose stepped back in line and Svetlana picked up a pie dish of whipped cream, her grin deepening as she approached Shane. 

Ilya moved in front of him, shaking his head at Svetlana.

“Tch, so noble, but move. Shane, sweetheart, this is for not letting Ilya explain himself, because god knows Ilya’s too whipped to stay mad at you himself.”

She grinned, throwing the pie at Shane’s face, whipped cream splattering over his cheeks. Shane gave her a small nod, accepting his fate. Ilya licked a broad stroke up his cheek, smiling.

“Mm. You taste better than usual.”

Shane blinked, the whipped cream stuck in his eyelashes, and tried to smile back, his body tense. Ilya looked at him for a moment, frowning, and then peeled his shirt off over his head. Gently, he tilted Shane’s face up, wiping as much of the whipped cream off his face as he could manage. 

“Better?”

“Yeah.” Shane shrugged, rubbing at his sticky skin as he exhaled. “I’m not a baby.”

“No, you are not.” Ilya’s thumb caught a bit of cream stuck above Shane’s eyebrow. “But you are a very clean man. This is good to know for future things. I will avoid the face when it comes to sticky things.”

Shane gasped, blood immediately rushing to his cheeks, Ilya chuckling as Shane sputtered. 

He wasn’t chuckling for long, as Hayden was up next. He stood in front of Shane with his shoulders back, his eyes darting towards Ilya the only hint of any nervousness. 

“You up for a snog, mate?” 

Shane snorted. “That’s a terrible accent, Hayd.” 

He shook his head as Hayden grabbed his hand, stepping forward. Ilya’s hand trailed down Shane’s back, cupping his ass in a tight squeeze that made Shane look back with a jump.

Ilya grinned, silently mouthing mine.

Shane’s face darkened to a deeper tone of red and Ilya’s smile deepened. His fingertips skimmed his throat as he looked on, a small distance possible now. Ilya could almost…appreciate…seeing Shane with someone else. Watching how Hayden’s fingers clutched hard against Shane’s waist, his stupid pale neck turning pink from the exertion, his entire body reacting just from his lips meeting Shane’s.

And Shane. Being able to be on the outside, watching it all. How Shane’s body both melted and came alive with urgency, the press of his shoulders as he pulled Hayden in closer, tongue slipping in to explore further - Hayden’s knees shaking with it.

Ilya blinked, shifting on his feet as his hand reached down, subtly adjusting himself. That was new. But he supposed Shane brought out many new sides of him.

The kiss ended, both men pulling back breathlessly. Shane nearly jogged back to him, looking up at Ilya beneath his eyelashes, his hand slipping back between his fingers. 

“You okay?”

Ilya slid his hand beneath Shane’s jaw, leaning down for a deep kiss. Shane’s lips were already warm, the faint taste of Hayden’s morning orange juice lingering beneath Ilya’s kiss. 

Hayden was on a knee in front of Jackie as she bit her lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Ilya didn’t notice, kissing Shane harder, lengthening the kiss until Shane let out a soft whimper before pulling away with a grin. 

“I am more than okay. It is like a free show, seeing how good my котенок is. How wanted. How well-behaved you are, to trot back to me after.”

Shane tightened in Ilya’s arms, eyes flashing darker as his lips parted, hips pressing closer. Ilya let out a low laugh, murmuring into Shane’s hair. 

“Patience. You can prove just how good you are later.”

“Seriously?” In front of them, Sasha gave a firm shake of his hands, whipped cream splattering on the artificial grass. 

Hayden shrugged. “Seriously.”

Shane let out a sudden laugh, half-muting it by turning into Ilya’s shoulder as Ilya chided him, still smiling.

“But sometimes you are very bad, Hollander. Where is your sportsmanship?”

Shane shrugged, looking up at Ilya with a steady gaze. “Guess I’m a sore winner.”

“Winner, hm?”

“Yes. I’ve won you.” Shane reached his hand up, trailing it down Ilya’s jaw, eyes fluttering to Ilya’s lips. “Haven’t I?”

Ilya exhaled shakily as Shane’s eyes flicked back up to him, his pupils as dark and wide as a black hole, and just as gravitational. 

“Earth to Shane!” Ariana laughed, gesturing him forward. “Your turn.”

Shane dipped his head, stepping forward. He headed towards Hayden on instinct, then paused, his ears getting warm. 

“Um, sorry Hayd, I’m gonna try something…different.”

Hayden tilted his head, watching as Shane reached for Leo.

The Islanders burst into cheers, Rose starting to laugh. “No way.”

“Taste the rainbow, man.” Hayden scratched his jaw, bemused. 

Leo looked at Shane with wide eyes. “Whoa, okay yes, dude, let’s do this.”

Shane nodded, steeling himself, and took one long look at Ilya before moving closer. Leo waited patiently. Shane forced himself not to look down at Leo’s far too tiny leopard print Speedo. 

Leo was shorter by an inch or so and Shane found he wasn’t used to being taller, to taking up more space. It was somewhat thrilling, the way he found his body stretching, widening as he pulled Leo closer. His palms ran up Leo’s torso, exploring, feeling Ilya’s eyes basking it in. Shane raised one of Leo’s hands to his mouth, watching Leo’s eyes widen as Shane’s lips curled around two of his fingers, sucking them inside. Shane’s eyes flicked to Ilya, who was watching with lidded eyes, his hands carefully clasped in front of his legs as he swallowed thickly. 

Shane relaxed more, leaning into it, taking Leo’s fingers a bit further before sliding them out again. He grabbed Leo’s ass with one hand, finding it surprisingly plump, and then lowered his lips, Leo meeting him with unhidden eagerness. Shane lost himself in it, the very back of his mind cataloging the differences from other men, other kisses, as he let himself be consumed, Leo’s hands running over his body with wild enthusiasm. 

Shane finally pulled back, Leo panting a bit before him, his hair mused as he floundered back to the line.

“Your ring.” Ariana handed Shane a small, simple box. 

Shane looked to Ilya, extended his hand. Ilya approached with a cocky grin, leaning close.

“Were you trying to kill me, Hollander? I should have worn looser shorts.”

Shane snorted, feeling himself flush pridefully all the same. He straightened, clearing his throat.

“Um. Ilya, I’m choosing to marry you because I do feel we have the strongest connection. And I’m glad you explained yourself, even if Svetlana thinks I took too long to let you. And I appreciate you letting me explain myself too. So, will you marry me?”

Ilya smiled at him softly. “No.” 

“What? No? The fuck, Ilya?” Shane tightened his fists, neck straining. 

“No.” Ilya looked him up and down. “You are not kneeling. You need to be on your knees for proposals, Shane. I am surprised you of all people do not know this.”

Shane felt his ears burning. He glared at Ilya, sinking down to one knee. 

“Fine. There. Now marry me, asshole.”

Ilya grinning. “Since you ask me so sweetly.”

Ilya held his left hand out, fluttering his fingers for the silly ring. Shane felt something swoop in his stomach as he slid it on, Ilya’s smile stuttering as they made eye contact. They stayed like that for a moment, Ilya’s hand cradled in Shane, his knee still bent, eyes locked as though this meant something - nevermind the fake grass, the fake ring, the fake proposal. 

Shane cleared his throat and rose, shaking his brain back to reality. He found Sasha in the line-up, Ilya’s hand still in his. He felt Ilya track Shane as he spotted him, and then Shane shifted, dipping Ilya into a kiss, lips angry and possessive. 

Shane spun Ilya back up to standing, Ilya’s blue eyes blinking a bit hazily as Sasha scowled and turned away. 

“Oh, and I almost forgot.” 

Shane smiled sweetly, grabbing a pie from Ariana and sauntering over to Sasha, delivering the pie full to his face without hesitation.

“That’s for trying to break up my fiancé and I.”

Shane practically skipped back to Ilya, intertwining their hands as they returned to line. Ilya swallowed, leaning down.

“No, seriously, I am not kidding about the shorts. You are going to kill me.” 

He gazed down at Shane, Shane’s heart stuttering at the unabashed desire there. 

“You owe me a very long honeymoon, Hollander. Very long.”

Shane hadn’t taken his ring off. He twirled it around his finger as they lounged on the daybeds, his head lolling against Ilya’s bare chest. 

“I would get you a much better one.”

Shane’s head jerked up, Ilya’s eyes catching his and smirking down at his hand.

“Shut up. You kept yours on too.”

“Yes.” Ilya fluttered his hand out. “Such a sweet proposal, how could I not?”

“Are you going to tell me what you said in yours?”

“Of course not.”

“I could ask Svetlana, you know. She seemed very surprised by whatever you said.”

“She will tell you nothing if she knows what is good for her.”

“Hmph.” Shane flopped back against Ilya, facing forward. 

Their hands intertwined, plastic facets throwing off muted rainbows across the daybed.

“How would you do it, if you had to propose to someone? For real?”

“To someone?” Shane could hear Ilya’s smile, but he kept his gaze forward. “Well. If I did propose to someone, for real, I would probably not kiss Pike first.”

Shane huffed, drawing Ilya’s arm tighter around him. “Yeah, not romantic.”

“No.” Ilya’s lips skimmed the top of Shane’s head, pressing down against his dark hair hot from the sun. “I thought you might like it. Like I liked watching.”

“I did not.” Shane bent further into Ilya’s arm, bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“I am aware.” Ilya pulled Shane closer, both his arms wrapping around Shane like a vice, squeezing him hard. “That is why he is still Shane-sexual. I stopped before he could fall in love with me.”

Shane scoffed, turning a bit. “You really don’t mind? Me kissing other people?” 

Shane lengthened along Ilya’s reclining body, stretching as he flipped to his stomach. He caught as Ilya’s eyes trailed downwards and made sure he arched a bit more than necessary as Ilya’s eyes snagged on his ass.

“So naughty.” Ilya swatted Shane’s ass with a grin, then dropped his head back against the daybed’s pillow. “And…no. Not when it’s like this.” He clinked their rings together.

Shane frowned. “Like what?”

“Like…you coming back to me. Before, you kiss like you are running away. Now, you kiss like you are…coming home.” Ilya shrugged, avoiding Shane’s eyes.

“You don’t get jealous? You don’t wish it was you?” Shane’s chest panged.

“Ah, of course I wish it was me. Always.” Ilya cupped Shane’s face softly, thumb tracing his jaw. “But it is still me in a way, yes? You kiss all these boys, any man you want. And still you come back to me. It is like the opposite of jealousy. It makes me…” Ilya shrugged. “Proud? Shane Hollander, choosing me. You could have anyone. But you choose me to be yours.”

“Please, you’re Ilya Rozanov. You’re a fucking supermodel. You’re the reason I even realized I’m-” Shane flushed, ducking his face into Ilya’s neck. 

“Oh? What was that, Shane?” Ilya grinned, dipping his head down closer to Shane.

“Shut up, okay! You already know that.” 

Ilya reached out, tracing the blush of Shane’s cheeks.

“Ah, but you should say it ten times a day. You should have said that in your proposal.”

“Asshole.”

“Your asshole.”

“Yes.” 

Shane kept his face buried in Ilya’s neck, his hand toying with Ilya’s necklace. Ilya stroked his back in slow circles, both of them falling into silence, the sun warm over their bodies.

“Do you want marriage? Like, in life?” Shane’s voice was muffled.

Ilya didn’t tease, considering.

“I never really thought of it. My parents had a bad marriage. So, it was not something I considered. Maybe with the right person. Could be good. Maybe.” 

“Mmm. My parents have the best marriage.”

“Of course they do.”

Shane pulled his face up, frowning, and shifted to the side so he was spooning against Ilya. 

“How would you know?”

“You are famous, Hollander. There are so many interviews where you babble about them. Little specials where you show off your cottage and your yoga and your perfect little family.” 

Ilya’s tone was light on the surface, an undercurrent of longing and bitterness swirling below. Shane kept staring at him with that pinched expression, long enough that Ilya leaned down and kissed the lines between his eyebrows. 

“Relax. You’ll give yourself worry lines and then Rolex will not hire you for any more campaigns with me. You will be so sad without my ass to stare at.”

Shane rolled his eyes, face relaxing somewhat. “Whatever. I’m just saying my parents are happy, so what.”

“It is good they are happy. Really.” Ilya’s eyes flicked down to Shane then away again. “So you have been dreaming of your wedding since you were a little boy?”

“God, shut up, Rozanov. No. I’m only saying some marriages can be…really nice.”

“Yes. I believe you.” Ilya threaded his hands through Shane’s hair, pulling slightly. “You would be a beautiful blushing bride.”

Shane flushed but didn’t take the bait, his gaze staying on Ilya. “So, your parents are divorced? You never talk about your family.”

“Ugh, because it is so boring. No, no divorce. Unhappy marriage, over now.”

Shane’s worry lines returned. “Wait, but if they didn’t divorce? They just separated? Or what?”

“Death, Hollander. It divorces us all. Enough questions now.” 

Shane stilled by his side. Ilya reached for his sunglasses, sliding them over his eyes and shifting Shane closer. 

“Anyway. Tell me about the history of Love Island. I want to learn these British words you were so excited about.”

Shane perked up, checking to see if Ilya was serious.

“Okay, well, there’s grafting, which is basically flirting, and then banter, or bants, which is more like, flirty teasing I guess? Being mugged off is getting rejected, and doing bits is, well, sexual stuff, and-”

“Ah, stop, I like this one. Doing bits? We will have bants and do bits? Is this correct?” Shane rolled his eyes, Ilya leaning closer to unfurl on top of him. “What, you need me to do it in a stupid accent like Pike, is that it?”

“Ilya, no-” Shane pushed him away, laughing as Ilya bent into his neck with ticklish kisses. “I haven’t told you all the slang yet! There’s buzzin’, and aggy, and cheese toasties, and being a bit of me, and- !”

Shane was smothered in kisses, Ilya swallowing any remaining slang with a persistent and skilled tongue, Shane going limply happy beneath him.

Hayden finished his chat with Cici, which consisted mostly of avoiding her deep despite to sit in his lap and make out, and headed over to Shane in the gym, Ilya snoring on the daybeds nearby.

“Hey man! Can I pull you for a chat?”

Shane dropped his weights, skin sheened with sweat. 

“Course. Where to?”

“Uh, the docks, maybe?” Hayden took in Shane’s pause. “Or, the swing over there?”

“Yeah, swing works.”

They sauntered over, Hayden making small talk about Shane’s routine, the two athletes trading tips. Hayden held the swinging bench steady as Shane scooted on, a bit of gallantry that made him dip his head in a smile.

“Thanks Hayd.”

Hayden swallowed. “So. We’re due for a recoupling soon.”

Shane studied his feet, pumping slightly so the swing began moving. 

“I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I have to leave it all out on the field. You definitely want to recouple with Rosanov, right?”

Shane nodded slowly. “I do. I’m sorry, Hayden.”

“Hey, no sweat, man.” Hayden’s eyes flickered over the ring still on Shane’s finger. “I’m glad you worked it out, really.” He sighed, scanning over the Villa. “Just wish I could choose another bombshell at the recoupling.”

Shane’s mouth twitched up. “Yeah, you and Sasha have a lot of chemistry.”

“Ugh, gross dude!” Hayden shoulder-checked him. “I wish we could vote him out.” He risked a glance at Shane, his words careful. “Has Sasha said anything about who he’s going to pick?”

Shane's stress was immediate, his face tightening before smoothing over with faked nonchalance. “Sasha has no reason to talk to me. And Ilya has already made his feelings clear.”

“Mm. Good, then.” Hayden tilted his head, squinting at Leo on the beanbags, Sasha looming above him. “Maybe he’s gonna try to steal Leo from Cici.”

“Huh. You could go for Cici then? For this recoupling?”

“Could do.” Hayden sucked on his water bottle, contemplating. He felt Shane’s gaze snag slightly on the motion and he turned, smiling around the straw. 

“Something on your mind, Shane?” He slid the straw deeper in his mouth, holding his gaze. 

“No, god.” Shane shrugged, ears turning red. “I mean. Ilya and I. He doesn’t have a problem with- we’re not closed off. Obviously. It’s too early for that.”

“Tell that to the ring still on your finger.” Hayden jutted his chin towards Shane’s hand.

“Whatever. I’m just saying. Ilya and I said we would prioritize our couple. But I’ve enjoyed getting to know you. And I don’t want you to feel like I was just using you.”

 “Heard. Appreciate it.” Hayden took another slow drink of water. “So…was Leo a better kisser than me?”

Shane coughed, sputtering as Hayden laughed and scooted closer to pound his back.

“I’m kidding. Mostly.” Hayden tilted his head, soaking in Shane’s face, his long dark lashes, his cupid’s bow of a mouth. 

“You’re staring, Hayden.”

“Is that a crime?” Hayden didn’t pull back, his arm resting along the back of the bench, thumb skimming Shane’s shoulder. 

Shane’s voice was soft. “No. I guess not.”

“Can’t believe you didn’t choose to kiss me back in the challenge.”

Hayden held his gaze, moving a centimeter closer. Shane didn’t stop him, tilting forward just enough to close the distance. The kiss was soft. Tender. Their lips parted, foreheads lightly touching. 

“If it’s not Ilya for you…you’ll let me know?”

Shane’s lips twitched into a smile, his hand trailing down Hayden’s jaw as he slowly pulled back.

“I’ll let you know, if you’re not sewed into Jackie’s skin.”

Hayden burst into a laugh, shoving Shane back. “Fair enough.” 

Shane returned to the gym after finishing his chat with Hayden, but hadn’t even picked up his weights again when he saw Sasha loitering by the daybeds. Ilya was sitting up with one arm thrown over his face so that it was hard to make out his expression. 

Shane stiffened, striding over to Leo.

“Hey, man! Think you might partner up with Sasha next recoupling?”

Leo looked up at him, smiling and shaking his head. “Listen man, I’m flattered, but Cici and I are really happy. Now, Sasha may try and steal me away, but I’m gonna be honest, you’ll have to get to the back of the line.”

Shane rolled his eyes. “I’m not hitting on you, Leo. I’m- nevermind.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! Once you get a taste of the kitty, you can’t quitty!” 

Leo licked the back of his hand, running it slowly down his body. Shane groaned, stalking away to the kitchen. Rose was on the counter, swinging her feet as Svetlana fed her grapes, giggling as she tried to catch them with her mouth.

Shane scowled. “I hope you’re not putting the rest back in the fridge afterwards. It’s unsanitary.”

“Thuch a -” Rose coughed, spitting out two grapes. “Spoilsport. Why aren’t you somewhere inhaling Ilya’s pits or something?”

“Jesus, Rose.” Shane huffed, crossing his arms. 

Svetlana clucked her tongue. “Ah. I see. It looks like the coast is clear now.” 

Shane turned, watching Sasha walk towards the pool where Javi and Connie were swimming. Shane waited a minute, for his pride, and then beelined for the daybeds.

“Ah, you are back.”

“What did he want?” Shane folded his arms, lower lip jutting out.

“Hollander, you are blocking my sun.”

“Ilya.”

“Shane.”

Shane collapsed onto the daybed, lying stiffly next to Ilya and leaving an inch of space left between their bodies.

“How is Pike?”

Shane’s head snapped to his left. 

“He’s…fine.”

“Just fine?”

Shane cleared his throat. “He wanted to make sure I was going to couple up again with you. And then…” Shane looked away, voice harsher. “You said it was okay to kiss other people. You said you liked it.”

“I do not like you kissing other people when I am not involved. But I will tolerate it. Depending on how you answered his coupling up question.” 

“How did you answer Sasha’s?” 

Shane’s eyes blazed into Ilya’s. Ilya forced himself not to let out a small smile. 

“Мой прекрасный глупец, how do you think I answered?”

Shane kept staring, his eyes becoming alarmingly watery. Ilya scooted closer, pressing a soft kiss against Shane’s lips before tapping his plastic ring against Shane’s.

“I told him I am not interested. I only want to couple up with this pretty boy, who doubts me always, who has a rock on his hand and in his brains. Okay?”

Shane’s shoulders eased down, his whole body humming as he nuzzled into Ilya’s neck.

“Okay.”

“Now go use some mouthwash, I can taste Pike on you.”

“You can not! We didn’t even use tongue!”

“Disgusting, Hollander, I do not want to know details. Or else I will tell you about how Sasha-”

“Yes, point made.” Shane glared at him.

Ilya smiled, exhaling. 

“So. You said you would choose me at the recoupling? Make a big speech about how you choose this boy because…?”

Shane scoffed, grinning. “Maybe. If you’re good.”

“Ah, I thought you were the good one.”

“Where’s my reward, then?”

Ilya raised his eyebrows. “A ring is not enough?”

“I was promised a honeymoon.”

“This is true.” Ilya let his gaze linger on Shane. “You know, I liked the proposal.” He leaned closer, breath tickling Shane’s ear. “Being on my knee for you.” He felt Shane inhale. “Since I went down on one knee for you. Maybe I should do two?” 

Shane squirmed against Ilya, his hair tickling Ilya’s neck as he nodded rapidly. 

“Mm, so eager. Go upstairs. See if anyone is in the restroom. If not, you will get to see me on my knees for you. Again.”

Shane practically ran upstairs, Ilya waiting solely for the pleasure of seeing him bound up the stairs before following. 

The bathroom was empty, Lexi stumbling out with a look of disgust behind her.

“Careful, Ilya, Shane’s apparently having explosive diarrhea so no one should go in there for a while.” 

Ilya let out a laugh. Lexi looked at him, then pinched the bridge of her nose with a loud sigh.

“Oh. Ew. Even more disgusting. Please bleach everything when you’re done.”

Ilya edged past her, striding into the restroom.

“Explosive diarrhea?” 

Shane froze from the shower, clothing already discarded on the tile floor. 

“Oh. Um. You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“So sexy, Shane.” Ilya slid his shorts off. 

“Shut up and get in here.”

“I mean it.” Ilya stepped inside, corning Shane against the wall. “Scaring people away, you’re so eager to have your dick sucked by me. It’s hot.”

He pushed closer, tilting Shane’s jaw up and running his tongue underneath Shane’s jaw, ending in a rough kiss behind his ear. Ilya reached down, palming Shane with a grin.

“Ready for me so quickly? What an eager husband.”

“Fiancé.” Shane bit back a moan. “I can still break off the engagement.”

“No, you will not do that.” 

Ilya sank to his knees, thumbs bruising into Shane’s hips as he dragged kisses down Shane’s body, smirking as Shane’s flesh twitched beneath his touch. 

 He exhaled before Shane’s cock, his breath making Shane groan, his hands gripping Ilya’s shoulders.

Ilya started slowly, delicate long licks up and down Shane’s shaft, his eyes trained above. Shane’s face was broken open, mouth agape, eyes alternating between gasping at Ilya between his legs and squeezing shut as if it was too much to behold.

Ilya’s smirk faded as he lapped up the precum already pouring from Shane, a deep heat twisting in his stomach as he swallowed. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Ilya lowered his mouth over Shane, taking him in full, Shane’s whimpers guiding his pace. Ilya had barely begun when Shane squirmed. His hand reached down and caught around Ilya’s, Shane’s palm rough over his ring, a half-word squeaking out his mouth before Ilya realized what he was trying to say. 

Ilya leaned in, swallowing, riding out the twitches of Shane’s hips. He pulled off Shane’s cock with a growing grin, panting slightly as Shane’s hips jerked to a stop. 

“That was barely anything, Hollander. Scared everyone out of the bathroom for what, two minutes?” He smirked up at Shane, licking at the salty sweat of his happy trail. 

Shane was beyond argument, Ilya’s arms the only thing keeping him standing. 

“Fuck. I might…I might propose for real.”

Ilya laughed, a low deep chuckle that vibrated against Shane’s ear as he stood. He kissed Shane’s cheek tenderly, tugging on Shane’s hair. 

“You must raise your standards. We will go again.” 

Ilya lowered himself back to the shower floor, Shane’s eyes widening. Ilya paused, tilting his head up at Shane from below.

“But I want a three carat ring, at least.”

Shane’s head lolled back against the tile, eyes already drifting shut in a gasp as Ilya mouthed at the base of his cock.

“Yes. Whatever you want. It’s yours.”

“Mine.” Ilya swallowed him again, humming as Shane’s pleased sounds echoed around the room. 

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…a recoupling shakes everything up. How will our viewers at home react? At least America can vote for which Islanders they want to send on dates, regardless of what new couples the Islanders may find themselves in…

Chapter End Notes

OOF this was a struggle. i wanted to touch base with the hollanders+chexy+pork belly but it wasn't working so I kept changing the POV back and forth before scrapping things completely and here we are.

so instead enjoy some brief moments of domestic bliss before love island love islands on our poor boys again. i will be visiting yuna next installment because you know she has OPINIONS on everything that has been going on, and then i'll see if i can start getting into some date stuff!

and for those of you who follow love island IRL, i'm hoping to have two more updates before we finallyyyy get my absolute favorite - CASA AMOR. it's coming and it's gonna be sooo fun. for me, not for any of our characters. and i hear the sasha feedback but i still need him for (soon to be resolved) Reasons but i hope the pies to the face make things a bit sweeter <3

Chapter 11

Chapter Summary

we watch the recoupling with our viewers at home~

Chapter Notes

“I don’t know, I still think Hayden is a better match. They could do so many athletic campaigns together, really send a message.”

David squeezed Yuna’s knee, gesturing to Shane in the confessional booth. 

“Shh, honey, I’m trying to hear what he’s saying.”

Chexy knew enough to keep his mouth shut, though he did sort of agree with Yuna. Hayden Pike’s storyline was picking up even more media coverage than Shane’s. Canadian hockey commentators were suddenly a lot more open-minded now that there was a second queer athlete on screen. #Shayden had even been trending for most of the past week, along with some very amusing fanmade videos of the two of them.

“Oh, Shane. That’s not very classy. Do you think he realized it would bruise like that?” 

Yuna turned to David, concerned, as the camera caught a close-up of Ilya’s neck. David’s cheeks pinked as he avoided her eyes.

“Well, yes, honey. I think that may have been the point.”

“Oh.”

She turned to Chexy, who was staring at the TV with an intensity he hoped would prevent her from engaging further.

“Interesting.” 

She leaned back, sipping her wine. 

Chexy finished his dinner, pushing his plate forward. 

“Delicious as always, Yuna. And I agree with Ilya, these words seem fake.”

“Blame the British.” Yuna took another sip of wine. “Though I do like snog. Wait, where’s Pork?”

She stood and scooted by David, searching in the kitchen before returning with a wriggling cat in her arms. 

“Look, Pork. That’s Sasha. Yes, good, hiss at him!”

“He may be hissing at you, sweetie.” David tilted his head, trying to see around Yuna holding Pork to the screen. 

“Still counts. I cannot believe this man tried to sabotage Shane. I hope he gets a million pies to the face.” 

Yuna dropped Pork unceremonially to the floor, fluttering her hands. 

“Ooh, ooh, quiet, it’s Ilya’s turn!”

David and Chexy exchanged an amused glance, neither pointing out that Yuna was the only one talking.

“Ugh. He should not be kissing Pike.” Yuna crossed her arms. “Besides, Hayden is obviously going to prefer Shane no matter how much Ilya tries to prove he’s the better kisser.”

“He has to kiss someone.” David squeezed her shoulder. “And look, Shane got what counts.”

They watched as Ilya sank to one knee, opening the box from Ariana to reveal a tacky plastic ring, his eyes trained up at Shane. Ilya spoke swiftly, voice softer in his native tongue. Shane’s brows furrowed as he blinked down at him, catching only his name among the rush of Russian. 

“Chexy.” Yuna gripped Chexy’s arm, her eyes remaining on the TV. “What was that? What did he say?”

Chexy felt his face heat, a small smile growing on his face. He cleared his throat, vocal cords tight for some reason.

“Ah, he said, something like -” Chexy stumbled slightly, his brain trying to flip back and forth. 

“I know this is pretend. I know I do not know you so long yet. I know this is madness to say, but you do not speak Russian, not yet, even though you are so perfect I am a little scared you might. Shane, I have not felt like this before. Not ever. And if you are crazy like I am crazy, maybe one day this ring will be real for us. And Sveta, shut your mouth, I hear you gasping back there.”

Yuna blinked at Chexy.

“I might have gotten a word or two wrong, but.” Chexy shrugged. “Yes.”

Yuna turned to David. 

“Oh.”

“Oh.” David smiled, blinking rapidly, and pulled her into a hug. “Are you still Team Shayden?”

Yuna let out a garbled laugh from David’s chest. “They could team up on projects as friends? Their agents would be happy with that, I think.”

David laughed, kissing her hair. Yuna pushed herself up, wiping her eyes.

“Ilya really likes our son, huh?”

“Seems like it.”

They turned to the TV, the couples in the confessional booth recounting the challenge. Leo and Cici kissed through the whipped cream Javi had pied him back with. Rose and Svetlana fluttered their hands for the camera, showing off their rings. And Ilya just kissed Shane’s cheek, his eyes tracing his profile with a tenderness so open it made Yuna’s heart contract, Shane gazing down at his ring as if it was the Cup.

“Okay. My palms are sweating.” 

Yuna bustled back into the living room, wine glass refilled. She handed the second bowl of popcorn to David.

“Hey, let me hold those sweaty hands.” 

David reached over, squeezing her hand as Ariana returned from the commercial break, standing ominously in front of the fire pit. 

“We will now begin the recoupling. Whoever is left single will leave the Villa immediately. Jackie, please begin.”

Ariana motioned to Jackie to step forward. Sasha and Hayden stood beside her while the rest of the Islanders sat in their couples around the firepit. 

Jackie exhaled, smoothing down her dress.

“Okay. I would like to pick this boy because every time we talk, he is a complete gentleman. He is a great listener, fantastic at making me breakfast, and someone I already consider a friend. It is early days, so I’m not sure what the future may hold.” 

Her eyes flickered briefly to Hayden. 

“But tonight, the boy I’d like to couple up with is…Connie!”

Connie beamed, standing up from where he was sitting alone after Hannah’s departure. He spread his arms to receive Jackie as she strode forward, head leaning towards her lips. She gave him a quick peck on the mouth and then they sat, settling closer to one another as the Islanders clapped around them. 

Ariana smiled for a moment, letting the applause die down. 

“Connie, it must feel great to be back in a couple!”

“Oh yes, especially with Jackie.” Connie smiled at her again. Jackie squeezed his leg before looking down at the ground, avoiding Hayden’s gaze.

“Well, Sasha, it is now your turn. Lexi I. is currently the only single Islander left, but as a bombshell, you can choose any Islander coupled or not.”

The camera cut to Shane and Ilya, Ilya’s arm wrapped protectively around Shane’s shoulders. Shane looked at Ilya with a steady smile, tilting his jaw up for a quick kiss. 

Yuna chewed her lip, David watching her with a small grin. 

“Honey, it’s not the playoffs. It’s going to be okay.”

“Right. Of course. I mean, Sasha knows Ilya doesn’t want him. So he’ll choose Leo. He would be an idiot not to choose Leo.” 

Chexy patted Pork, who had squished himself next to his leg, and watched nervously as David handed Yuna her wine glass. 

Sasha swayed a bit in front of the firepit, his hands clasped in front of him. 

“This was not an easy decision for me. I came here with a purpose, as many of you know, but also with an open mind. I think I can say confidentially that I have truly been open to getting to know as many of you as possible.”

From the curved bench, Leo nodded aggressively, Cici giving him a glare. Sasha cleared his throat, eyes still trained on the floor. 

“So I want to choose this boy not because he is my only option, but because he is the only option for me. I can’t- I can’t get myself to choose anyone else. I want to leave here knowing I didn’t hide behind anything. That I put all my feelings into the light of day and let the cards fall where they might.” He exhaled. “If there is even the barest hint of a chance, of a possibility for us, I need to take it. I need to know, for sure, one way or another.” 

Sasha straightened, finally raising his eyes, his face exhausted and wrecked. “The boy I would like to couple up with is…Ilya.”

“NOOOOOO!” 

Pork sprinted from the room at Yuna’s shriek, David quickly grabbing her wine glass as she shot to her feet, arms flailing.

“What is he doing! Is he trying to ruin everything! I swear to god, Chex, you better teach me some Russian because I have some CHOICE WORDS FOR THIS MAN.”

David gently tugged on Yuna’s arm, easing her down to the couch.

“Look, look, Shane seems okay, honey.”

The camera had zoomed in on Ilya and Shane. Ilya looked frozen in anger, his jaw twitching. Shane was whispering something in his ear, his fingertips lightly tracing Ilya’s neck beneath his mic. 

Captions flashed on the screen, the camera tighter around Shane’s lips as he cupped Ilya’s face. 

“Let him try, hmm? Who am I?”

Ilya’s lips pried open. “Mine.”

“And who are you?”

“Yours.”

“That’s right.”

Ilya’s posture relaxed by a hair, his eyes sliding to Shane. Shane leaned forward, kissing him long and deep. Ilya spoke louder this time, the captions disappearing.

“I told him I didn’t want - I said-”

“I know. I trust you.” 

Shane raised his shoulders with a sad smile, thumb sliding over Ilya’s lips. 

“And trust me. I also know how hard it is to walk away from you.” 

He kissed Ilya once more, a soft peck, and then scooted to his left. 

Sasha approached awkwardly, Ilya turning his face away as Sasha sat beside him, the seat still warm from Shane.

“Wow.” Ariana raised her eyebrows. “Quite the shake up, Sasha.”

Sasha nodded mutely. 

“I hope you find the answers you need.” She gave him a small smile, then turned to Hayden.

“Our final bombshell. Please step forward.”

David threaded his hand through Yuna’s hair, pressing a reassuring kiss to her temple. 

“See? Shane is okay. Confident, even.”

Chexy nodded. “Captain mode.”

Yuna sniffed. “I still hate that man.”

“You hate whoever you want, baby.” David smiled, kissing the side of her head again.

On screen, Hayden rocked back on his toes, hands stuffed in his pant pockets. He glanced at Jackie, leaning into Connie, and then at Ilya, who was glaring at a fake plant in the distance.

“Right. Okay. Well. That was kind of a curveball so…here we go. Um. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know all of you.”

Cici fluttered her eyelashes at him, Leo scowling next to her. 

“This is an amazing group of people. But a few connections have definitely stood out to me. So. I want to choose this person because they immediately made me feel comfortable here in the Villa. They’ve never judged me or made me feel embarrassed as I explore who I am.”

Cici snapped her fingers a few times, throwing her hair over her shoulder with a smile.

“I feel like we can talk for hours without running out of things to say. And uh, the way they kiss definitely doesn’t hurt either. Okay. So. The boy I’d like to couple up with is…” 

“Boy?” Cici straightened, turning to her right.

Hayden’s cheeks pinked. He rubbed the back of his neck, exhaling. 

“Shane Hollander.”

The Islanders burst into loud applause, Cici and Ilya’s hands noticeably still. 

Ilya snapped his neck back to the firepit. Shane was already looking Ilya’s way with a smile. Shane drew a slow curve around his own neck, fingertips mirroring the path of Ilya’s bruises. Ilya exhaled slightly, shoulders lowering. 

Shane turned his gaze away and stood as Hayden approached, opening his arms. Hayden leaned in, his hand reaching up to cradle Shane’s jaw as he tilted forward. Ilya let out a very loud, very aggressive cough. Hayden hesitated, then let his lips graze Shane’s cheek at the last second as Shane pulled him into a hug.

“Is this okay? Sasha threw me off, so-”

“Absolutely.” Shane squeezed Hayden harder. “I’m glad you like me more than Cici.”

“Oh, I never said that.”

Shane pulled back, laughing as he slapped Hayden’s shoulder. Their hands fell into one another’s easily and they sat back down, close enough that their thighs touched. Ilya stared from behind Sasha, lips turning downward. 

Ariana shook out her hair, her smile wide.

“Well then! Our bombshells have created three new couples. Remaining Islanders, it is now your turn.”

Yuna sniffed as the other Islanders proceeded with their speeches. 

“Well, that’s okay then. Shane likes Hayden.”

“And the internet loves Shayden.” Chexy scrolled on his phone, snorting at the reactions already happening.

“Told you it would be okay.” David rubbed Yuna’s arm, leaning his head against hers. “Aw. I like Rose and Svetlana together. I’m glad they recoupled”

“I can’t believe Cici and Leo keep coupling.” 

Yuna shifted, her face growing more animated as her gameplay mindset slowly returned.

“They’re the only couple from week one, you know. That could be a problem if Shane makes it to the finals. The audience loves an original couple...”

Chexy shrugged. “They seem sort of sad about it this week. Maybe they break up soon.”

“Oh, wow!” Yuna straightened, leaning forward towards the TV. “Javi’s going back to Lexi? That means…”

Ariana made a sad face on screen, bowing her head. 

“Shawna, as you have not been chosen for a couple, you unfortunately will need to leave the Villa. Please gather your things and say your goodbyes.”

Shawna huffed, breathing faster in her strapless dress as she turned to Javi with her head cocked.

“Oh, I’ll say my goodbyes, alright, you fucking two-timing-”

Yuna looked over at David as Shawna began charging at Javi, Lexi smirking smugly behind him. 

“Honey, do you have your app up? Chexy, pull yours up too.”

“I can never figure this thing out.” David squinted at his screen, his pointer finger jabbing at different things.

Chexy laughed. “Careful, you will send Shane a date with Lexi or something.”

“God, let’s not do that.” Yuna skimmed through the options. “We vote Ilya, yes?”

“I mean, Javi is an option…”

“David. Javi is not happening.” Yuna leaned over, hitting Ilya’s headshot for him. “There. Now. Who wants dessert?”

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…the Islanders cope with their new couples.

And six will head off on dates outside the Villa, regardless of who they are coupled with…

Chapter End Notes

quick lil update to get us through the recoupling! i'm getting antsy for casa (can you tell) but we have to get through another recoupling first. so next update will see us having some cute dates, and then likely one more update with a challenge/new bombshell before it is FINALLY my favorite part of love island! oooh i cant wait for the drama :') enjoy the relative bliss while you have it!!

Chapter 12

Chapter Summary

Islanders go on dates! Shane and Ilya continue to be desperate gay sluts for each other on and off their first date

Chapter Notes

tw: we go into irina's suicide here and there's some mental health discussion in this chapter

 

also some love island terminology that may be helpful if you don't watch the show!
- open: being open to connections other than your current couple
- closed off: not seeing anyone else in the Villa, including any future bombshells that may come in
- exclusive: usually means you're closed off AND plan to be exclusive after leaving the Villa too (bigger commitment)
- turning heads: if you can be tempted by anyone outside your couple or if your head can't be turned anymore (usually a precursor to being closed off)
- testing connections: hooking up with other people to see if you still want your couple the most. this is a love island thing where you basically HAVE to hook up with other people to "prove" your couple is strong enough to be with other people and still return to the original couple. often couples aren't taken seriously if they don't test connections and people are even voted out for playing it safe/not testing. and often yes, people test connections and realize they want a new couple haha

Ilya didn’t give Sasha a chance to chat after the recoupling. Instead, he beelined for Shane, grabbing his hand roughly and pulling him away from Hayden.

“Shane, you know I did not want this, yes?”

“Yes, Ilya, it’s okay.” Shane stepped closer, dipping his head into his shoulder with a smile. 

“I know I was a bit…dramatic about Sasha before. I promise I’m not mad now, okay?”

Ilya’s eyes darted from Shane to Hayden a few feet away, then narrowed.

“Why are you not mad?”

Shane shrugged, idly tapping Ilya’s chin with his fingertips, his gaze soft. 

“I guess…I trust you? That you’re not interested in him?”

“Ah.” Ilya’s lips curved into a smile. “That is okay then. So you finally trust me?” 

Shane squinted at him. “I said I guess I trust you. Why?”

“Trust me that you should sleep outside tonight.” Ilya stepped closer, crowding Shane’s space.

“Do not sleep with Hayden in your dumb couple bed. Come to Soul Ties. Sleep with me.” 

Ilya’s lips trailed along Shane’s earlobe, causing goosebumps to ripple up his arms.

“It is so private. No one will see us. We can be completely alone. Together.”

Shane forced air through his lungs, valiantly trying to make his voice steady.

“Yeah, private except for the cameras.”

“I will make you forget about the cameras, Shane Hollander.” 

Ilya’s fingertips skimmed lower on Shane’s waist, dipping just a hair beneath his waistband. Shane nodded rapidly.

“Fine. Okay. I’ll sleep outside with you tonight. Let me just…I should go tell Hayden.”

Ilya groaned, half-collapsing against Shane’s body, lips smushing against Shane’s cheek in a whine.

“Noo, do not leave me for Pike, he is so boring and stupid. There is nothing to tell him. He has eyes, he will see you are not there in bed tonight.”

“Ilya…”

“Shane…”

Shane snorted, pushing up on Ilya’s shoulders and steering the man to standing. 

“He’s my friend and we are in a couple until the next recoupling. I’m not going to be an asshole to him.”

Ilya sniffed, raising his jaw.

“You are right. That would be rude.”

“Thank you for understanding. I’ll see you in a little bit for bed?”

“Of course. That is, if my conversation doesn’t take too long.”

Shane raised his eyebrows. Ilya raised his eyebrows back, gesturing behind him at Sasha.

“My conversation with my couple? I would not want to be an asshole.” 

Shane’s eyes narrowed, lips pressing together. Ilya’s grin only grew as he gave Shane’s cheek a quick pat. 

“So glad you trust me, kotik. Very sweet of you.” 

Shane kept his eyes fixed on Ilya as he raised his voice in dripping sweetness. 

“Hey, Hayden? Can I pull you for a chat?”

Hayden approached them cautiously. 

“Uh, sure Shane. Is now…” Hayden looked between the two men. “...a good time?”

Shane widened his teeth in a smile, eyes still not moving from Ilya’s. 

“It’s a great time.” 

He reached out for Hayden’s hand, finally breaking his gaze from Ilya as their fingers interlaced. Ilya watched their arms swinging between them as they walked away from him. Shane turned with a final flutter of his fingers over his shoulder, his grin turning absolutely evil as Ilya tightened his shoulders with a shout. 

“Soul Ties, Hollander.”

“Maybe!”

Shane laughed and Ilya’s lips twitched into an almost smile. Ilya watched for a minute, taking in Shane’s shoulders lowering as he leaned into Hayden, their hands loosening slightly but not separating. Ilya ignored the sour feeling spreading through his stomach. It was banter. Bants, as Shane had said. That was all.

“Did you actually want to talk?” 

Sasha’s voice was low as Ilya stalked past the firepit. Ilya froze, turning slowly to him and switching to Russian.

“Sasha. Are you actually that idiotic?”

“Ilya…I only…”

Ilya stepped closer. 

“You only took me away from the one person I wanted to pair with. Selfish, Sasha. As always.”

“Selfish, yes.” 

Sasha met his eyes, looking down at him from his willowy height.

“I have to be selfish with you, Ilya. You forget I’ve seen you. Mere glimmers, true, but I’ve seen you. The real you. The softness.”

He pushed his foot off the edge of the firepit, coming closer.

“That morning in Berlin? You woke up with words pouring out of you and I took them. We wandered the gardens before your photoshoot, took a nap in the sunlight. I opened my eyes. Exhaled. Said, this is perfect. You moved closer. Let our pinkies touch. You said-”

“Now it is.” Ilya swallowed, nodding curtly. “I did not lose my memories, Sasha.” He looked at the other man, sighing with sudden fatigue. “I simply do not want them anymore.”

Shane brushed his teeth in the bathroom, Svetlana and Rose flicking water at each other at one of the other sinks. Hayden spit in the sink next to Shane, wiping his mouth and speaking quietly. 

“Maybe I should join you two so I don’t have to see Jackie sleeping with stupid Connie. Guy looks like a cherub brought to life.”

Shane’s lips quirked. “Mm, Ilya would love that.” 

“Yeah.” Hayden sighed. “I guess I like being alive.”

Hayden dropped his toothbrush in its cup, Shane’s joining a moment later. He extended his arms for a hug and Shane went to him, allowing himself to relax in Hayden’s warm embrace.

“I’m glad it’s you, Hayd. I’d hate to be coupled up with someone random.”

Hayden gave him a tight squeeze and then released. 

“Me too, man. Now make sure you leave me the blanket. I’m gonna be so cold without anyone to snuggle with.” 

He pouted and Shane rolled his eyes with a laugh, walking back to the bedroom. The sleeping arrangements had been updated, cursive script marking where the new couples would sleep. Shane walked past his old bed with Ilya, Sasha now on his side. He already had his eyemask on, knees curled to his chest, only a thin sheet left on the bed. Shane smirked. 

He bent to grab his pillow from his new bed with Hayden and paused. Shane’s name was freshly pasted in the trademark pink cursive, but next to it, Hayden’s name was shredded, as if a rabid animal had tried to peel it off. 

Hayden padded next to him, scratching his stomach. 

“Hmm. Looks like Ilya stopped by.”

Shane forced himself not to smile, tucking his pillow under his arm. 

“Night, Hayd. Sleep well.” 

Shane gave him another hug, lips briefly skimming his cheek, then headed outside. 

His heart rate sped up as he approached Soul Ties, which was silly. He knew Ilya better now. Knew things were more grounded. But as he turned the corner, he felt for a second like it was back to their first night, when his breath caught in his throat and he teetered on the edge of something terrifying and miraculous.

“Took you long enough.” 

Ilya was stretched out in the pillowy pit of Soul Ties, propped up on an elbow. He had swapped out his typical joggers for a pair of silky black boxers, inseam short enough that Shane tripped slightly over his feet. Ilya smirked. 

“I feel overdressed.”

Ilya’s eyes roamed over Shane’s matching dark navy pajama set, taking in the white piping on his shirt and the row of neat white buttons.

“Your pajamas are very cute. Very modest.” He cocked his head. “But you are not very modest, are you, Shane?”

Shane stepped down into Soul Ties, his knees sinking into the soft padding.

“I can be modest.”

Ilya clucked his tongue.

“You say this. But here you are…stepping out on your couple. Sneaking out to see another man.”

Shane’s lips twitched upward, following Ilya’s lead.

“You’re spoken for as well. Or have you forgotten?”

Ilya leaned closer, his nose skimming Shane’s. 

“Oh, it is a very unhappy marriage, remember. I was such a young bride, forced to marry that hideous man.” 

His finger trailed down Shane’s cheek. The word bride did something confusing to Shane, heat flooding his cheeks. Ilya cocked his head, noticing, his lips warm against Shane’s ear.

“If only there was someone to rescue me. Take me away from him. Claim me.” He pulled back, fluttering his eyelashes slightly. “So helpless, Shane. So trapped.”

“I…I can help.”

“Oh, really?”

Ilya’s smirk was back as he reclined down against the pillows. He arched his chest up slightly, neck lengthening to show off his bruises. Shane felt his mouth water as he moved forward, his hands sliding above Ilya’s shoulders, one leg swinging over to straddle him. Ilya’s eyes moved down, assessing the tent beginning in Shane’s pajama bottoms. 

“See. Not so modest, after all.”

Shane’s fingers tightened against the pillows, his face flushing even as he spoke, letting the words out before he could let himself overthink.

“Maybe you want to go back to your husband then?” 

Shane lowered himself fully against Ilya, letting him feel how hard he was before raising up just an inch.

“If I’m not modest enough for you?” 

“No.” Ilya gripped his hips, pulling him closer and flipping them over. “Only you.”

Shane let out a light moan, his lips finding Ilya’s as he rose up, Ilya leaning down to meet him from above. They rocked together, rough and desperate, before Ilya grabbed at Shane’s bottoms, pressing kisses along his throat.

“I know you do not like being dirty after.”

“Ilya-” Shane’s eyes flew around the outdoor area, tracking the cameras.

Ilya nodded, drawing the duvet up over them, hiding their bodies. He tossed Shane’s shorts to the side, hand disappearing back under the blanket. His silk boxers followed a moment later, then Shane’s top.

They pressed back together, nothing between them now. Shane’s breath came hot against the crook of Ilya’s neck, his fingers tightening against his shoulders. Shane’s hips moved insistently. 

“I wish-” 

Shane cut himself off, knees wrapping around Ilya’s waist instead. Ilya groaned, tracing his tip briefly against Shane’s entrance before shaking his head, his words soft against Shane’s ear.

“I know. But not like this. Not the first time.”

Shane groaned again, more in frustration, his fingernails cutting into Ilya’s skin. A smile flitted across Ilya’s face.

“We save it for your wedding night, yes?”

Shane scrunched his face, a bright flush spreading across his cheeks nonetheless.

“I thought you were the bride.”

“Right. Yes. My terrible husband.”

Shane rocked harder against Ilya, exhaling as they skimmed against each other, his precum slick between them. 

“Don’t go back to him.”

“No?” 

Ilya reached down, taking them both in hand. Shane’s voice pinched, panting. 

“Get divorced. Don’t stay with him.”

Ilya grunted, his hand moving faster over them. 

“I won’t, Shane. I’ll run away. I’ll run to you.”

Shane’s eyes fluttered shut, a high moan keening out of him. Ilya watched him, cheeks flushed with exertion, his lips pink and parted. Ilya let out a low curse as he tightened his hand around them both, increasing the pace as Shane spilled out words like a litany.

“Leave him. Leave him for me, Ilya.”

They came together. Ilya felt Shane shudder a second before he did, his fist suddenly overflowing as he slowed his hand. He collapsed down onto Shane, burying himself into his chest, teeth giving a small bite to his pec. 

Shane exhaled, his chest steadying. He ran a hand through Ilya’s hair. 

“Sorry if that was, um,”

“No.” 

Ilya cut him off, his clean hand reaching up to capture Shane’s face. 

“Was perfect.” 

His lips covered Shane’s, deep and purposeful. He reached for his pillowcase, shaking out the pillow, and wiped them clean before collapsing next to him. Ilya pulled Shane close, ignoring the flutter in his chest as Shane curled into him without hesitation, Ilya’s lips finding the tender crown of his head.

“You are perfect, maybe.” Ilya whispered, Shane already halfway asleep.

“We should go back.” Shane stretched in the morning light, his hair ruffled against his pillow.

“No.”

Shane snorted, running his thumb over Ilya’s pout. Ilya pouted harder. 

“You want me to return to my cruel husband?”

Shane flinched, a deep flush spreading over his cheeks.

“Ah, you are so innocent in the light of day, hm?” 

Shane shoved him, Ilya catching his arm and rolling him on top of him. 

“Mr. Modest. Go put your pajamas on. If Hayden tries to make you breakfast, I will poison it.”

“Wow. Very chill, normal response, Ilya.”

Ilya shrugged. “I am cooking for you. I will make sure you are fed.”

Shane smiled, his fingers tangling in Ilya’s necklace. 

“Guess you better get up then. Or Hayden might beat you there.”

Ilya gasped, giving Shane a slap to the side of his ass.

“You are a terror. Fine. Up.” 

He moved Shane off of him, grabbing his silk boxers and sliding them low over his hips, smirking as he felt Shane’s gaze as he walked away.

“Wait!” Shane sat curled in the duvet like an adorable duckling, his hair sticking up in the back. 

“I was thinking. What if we, um, had a signal?” Shane pushed through his blush, voice serious but eager. “If we want to meet. Just us. Since we’re not in a couple anymore.”

Ilya nodded slowly, smiling. 

“You will break your poor boyfriend’s heart. I love it. What should the signal be? Me pointing to my cock?”

Shane huffed, rolling his eyes.

“No, Ilya, it should be subtle. So no one’s feelings get hurt.”

“Hm. Subtle. You should think of something then.”

“Well. I did think.” Shane’s blush deepened. “We could tap our hands. Like this.” Shane gave his ring finger a quick tap.

Ilya’s chest squeezed. He kept his voice calm, shrugging. 

“Yes, okay. It works.”

“Cool.” Shane smiled, his wide one that he never did for the press conferences or the cameras, and only sometimes for Ilya. 

“Cool. Get dressed, Hollander.” Ilya tossed Shane’s pajamas at his face, laughing at Shane’s sputtering as he jogged down the stairs to make breakfast.

Shane hummed happily as he sucked on the straw of his protein shake, Hayden dropping off avocado toast with an eyeroll when he saw the feast Ilya had already prepared in front of him. 

Svetlana and Rose were hip-checking each other in the kitchen, each trying to make the other one food, when both their phones went off at once. Their twin squeals made Shane cover his ears.

“America is sending us on a date!” Rose hopped up and down, hair bouncing.

“Out of this godforsaken Villa!” Svetlana threw her head back, laughing. 

The Islanders surrounded them, clapping and celebrating as they sprinted upstairs to get ready. 

Rose threw an arm around Shane on her way out of the bathroom. He held her close, smiling into her shoulder.

“Don’t come back married.”

She laughed, kissing his cheek. “It was never over between us, Shane. It’s still not over.” 

She swooned dramatically and Shane shifted, catching her with an eyeroll. He hoisted her up and Rose checked her hair once more in the bathroom’s mirror.

“Also Shane, it’s Love Island. Not 90 Day Fiance. Not sure if you got that memo…”

Shane flushed. “Shut up. We’re still open. And not even technically in a couple right now.”

“So you’re fine with him exploring Sasha again?”

“What?! Who told you that?” Shane clenched his fists, pulse quicking.

Rose let out a loud laugh, smacking his chest. “Please try to hold out for ninety days.”

Shane glared at her for a beat, then reached out and mused her hair with one hand. Rose gasped, smacking him with more force before pushing him away and gluing herself back to the mirror. Shane left her to it, twirling slightly as he swung around the doorframe, calling out in a sing-song. 

“It’s not true love unless she accepts you, messy hair and all!”

Rose replied in the same high-pitched forced tone. 

“Shut up Shaneee! I hate you so muchhh!” 

Shane chuckled, jogging down the rest of the stairs. 

When Rose returned from her date, she still held a grudge, shooing Shane off to sit with Svetlana’s group as they recapped. Shane plodded over to the four Islanders huddled around Svetlana, sliding next to Ilya. 

“So? How’d it go, girl?” Cici leaned forward.

“It was nice. We went on a big boat.” Svetlana gave a small smile to the group.

“And?” Connie widened his eyes. “Did you two close off? It seems serious between you two.”

“Mm. Nothing that important happened.”

Across the Villa, there was a scream from Rose’s cluster. Shane looked back at Svetlana, then at Ilya. Ilya was smiling wide. 

“Ah. You told her?” 

Svetlana cut her eyes at him. “We spoke. Words were said.”

Javi sighed. “Svetlana, this is the worst recap ever.”

Another round of screams exploded. Shane caught Hayden’s eyes, laughing a bit as he tried to mouth something to Shane, pointing at Rose in excitement. 

Svetlana shifted on the daybed, rolling out her neck. 

“Sorry my date is not more exciting for you. Maybe America will pick you and you can have a big exciting date instead.”

A final scream erupted and Shane scoffed. 

“Okay, clearly some things happened. Please tell us?”

Svetlana exhaled, considering, then crossed her arms. Shane looked at Ilya, who smiled mischievously. 

“Obviously Svetlana is in love and they have closed off. I am Russian, I know this.”

The group started to tentatively half-whoop as they looked between Ilya and Svetlana.

Svetlana snapped her eyes at him, uncrossing her arms.

“False, Ilya. I told her I could see myself falling in love, and would like to close off, after we properly test the relationship, even though I can’t imagine a test that would turn me away from her.”

She froze, pressing her lips together after the rush of words. Ilya leaned back smugly as Svetlana’s group finally let out a loud round of cheering. Rose looked over her shoulder at them with a flushed grin. 

Shane stood up, pointing with a grin. “Who’s the 90 Day Fiance now!” 

Rose turned red, turning her back to him again with a loud scoff. Svetlana and Ilya exchanged a look, switching into Russian.

“I fear these Canadians are trying to marry us off, Ilyusha.”

“Yes. Very scary. We should run.”

“And fast.”

Ilya looked at her for a moment. “I’m happy for you, Sveta.”

“Another word and I’ll tell Shane what you said during your marriage proposal.”

“What? Did you say my name?”

Ilya fixed his gaze on Svetlana, squeezing Shane’s shoulder. “No, Svetlana has no reason to talk about you or even to you, about anything.”

Svetlana laughed, her eyes trailing across the villa to Rose. Ilya forced himself not to say anything about the incredibly laughable, incredibly embarrassing, incredibly tender thing her eyes were doing.

Shane had just reclined next to Hayden, wanting to make sure he was still investing in his other connections. And not because of anything related to what Rose had taunted him with earlier.

Hayden’s phone chirped and he sat up, face breaking into a smile.

“JACKIE AND I ARE GOING ON A DATE!”

Jackie flushed, sliding off the daybed she was sitting on with Javi and trying to hide her grin as she hurried upstairs to get ready. Shane felt his stomach dip. Only one date left. 

“Don’t tell me you’re missing your second-choice already.”

Shane made a strangled noise. “Hayd, don’t call yourself that!”

“Well, am I wrong?” Hayden was still smiling, but there was something bittersweet beneath it. 

Shane shifted, turning on his side to face Hayden. 

“You’re telling me you’d rank me above Jackie?”

“Hey, I didn’t say that.” Hayden’s smile was full sweetness now, his palm shoving Shane playfully. 

“Exactly.” Shane huffed, relaxing a bit.

Hayden pulled him into a warm, close hug, squeezing him with the amount of pressure Shane loved. They rocked like that for a moment, the stress fully leaving Shane’s body, Hayden’s voice at his ear.

“It’s okay to get attached to him, Shane. Even though I’m clearly better.”

Shane snorted, Hayden’s arms firm around him. He felt his skin flush. The embarrassment of everyone seeing plainly what he was still trying to hide, to master, to control. Hayden, familiar and solid. And yes, not unattractive, lips a mere headtilt from his.   

“Hey.” Hayden pulled back, his hands rubbing Shane’s shoulders. “It’s going to be okay. And if not, I’ll drown him in the waters of Fiji. Now please stop trying to make out with me before my date.”

“I’m not-!” Shane sputtered as Hayden slipped his hands off and headed upstairs, cackling as he left him behind. 

The Islanders saw Hayden and Jackie off, waving as they disappeared into the distance before breaking off and dispersing. Ahead of him, Shane watched as Sasha said something to Ilya, who nodded and followed him. There was no resistance, no scowl on Ilya’s face. They peeled off, and - Shane’s pulse jumped - it looked like they were heading towards the docks. 

Without thinking about it, Shane accelerated his pace and cut across the lawn, walking in front of them a few minutes later. Shane’s head jerked towards Ilya and he tapped his ring finger, striding away before he could look back and risk disappointment, his shoulders already tight by his ears again. 

Shane stalked towards the Villa’s interior, mind racing. Maybe Rose hadn’t been finding things to joke about before. Maybe there was some truth in it.

A hand grabbed his waist, pushing him against the wall. Shane felt the breath go out of him as he looked up.

“Eager this afternoon?” Ilya grinned wolfishly down at him. 

Shane didn’t think, only reached, tugging Ilya’s hair and bringing him to meet his lips, hands hungry and wild. Ilya deepened the kiss, his hand palming Shane’s entire jaw before moving his hand down the column of Shane’s neck, then pressing firmly against his chest where the tightness lived. 

Shane tilted his head back, catching his breath. 

“Are you okay?” 

Ilya’s lips skimmed beneath his jaw, his tone light but coiled. Shane nodded, running his hands over Ilya’s firm torso as he calmed. 

“Better now.”

Ilya’s eyes studied his face. “Pike is on a date. Somehow.” He shrugged. “America has no taste.”

“Yeah.” 

Ilya parted his lips, restarting. “You got upset after Pike’s date?”

“Oh.” Shane blinked at Ilya, a flush crawling up his neck. “No. That’s not-”

He cut off his own sentence, leaning forward into Ilya again, softer this time. He glanced around them, the flush deepening, and told a half-truth. 

“Um. I wanted more pictures in the photobooth. Like the ones we took after the challenge yesterday.”

Shane wasn’t sure what Ilya had done with his copy. Shane had slid the four-gridded photo of them beneath his pillow. He had already memorized the frames: he and Ilya showing their rings to the camera; Ilya smooshing his lips against Shane’s cheek as Shane’s face cracked open in a smile; their lips meeting in a deep kiss, hands grazing each other’s jaws; and Shane’s favorite, the last frame, where they had barely pulled away, a fraction of space between them, eyes gazing at one another.

“Ah, yes. You want more free model shots of me. Exploiting my life’s work.”

“Something like that.” 

Shane smiled, tugging Ilya forward and into the Villa’s photobooth, the thin neon pink curtain fluttering shut behind them. Ilya crowded him on the tiny bench, his broad shoulders barely fitting in the booth. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday.” He nosed against Shane’s neck.

“I say a lot of things.”

“About…wanting.” 

Ilya’s hands trailed down Shane’s shorts. His palms traced the curve of Shane’s ass, drifting dangerously close to a spot that made Shane immediately remember what conversation Ilya was referring to. Ilya’s voice was low in his ear.

“I want that too. I want to take you apart. And put you back together again.”

Shane pressed his lips together, trying to stop his gasp. 

“But you wanted pictures, yes?” 

Ilya smiled innocently, removing his hands and hitting the button that began the five-second countdown. Shane whimpered at the loss of touch. Ilya caved instantly, dragging Shane half into his lap as his hands returned to Shane’s ass, insistent and sure.  

“Smile, Shane.” 

Ilya turned to the camera with a polite smile as the first flash went off, the pad of his finger pressing against Shane’s hole over his shorts. Shane gasped, trying to recover as Ilya circled two fingers there, letting out a buried groan as Shane arched back into the pressure.

Another flash went off.

“Think you can cum before the pictures finish?” 

Ilya’s voice was low as he licked up his neck, Shane startling. Ilya didn’t wait for his response, simply slid his other hand down the front of Shane’s shorts, Shane clinging tighter to his neck.

“Oh.”

Ilya could feel the wetness already spreading, his thumb moving quickly over Shane’s slit as his other hand circled behind.

The third flash went off, Ilya not even pretending to pose anymore.

“Hurry. Come for me, Shane.”

“Oh, fuck.”

The final flash went off, Shane’s head thrown back blurrily against Ilya’s neck. Out of frame, Ilya’s hand was still buried in Shane’s shorts, coated with the evidence of Shane’s pleasure. Ilya peppered kisses over his face, grinning as he wiped himself clean. 

“Not your best angle. But you are not a world famous model, so I will allow it.”

“Shut up.” Shane flushed, trying to compose himself, his limbs still floaty. “I guess I'll keep both photo copies then, if my poses aren’t up to your standards.”

Ilya’s face became serious immediately. “Absolutely not. You will do no such thing.”

Shane grinned, then pushed past Ilya. Ilya grabbed him on his way out and they roughhoused in front of the photobooth, laughing, shoving one another back and forth as the pictures printed. They stilled only when the pictures dropped into the bin, both reaching out to grab one.

“Fuck. That’s hot, Ilya.” 

Shane studied the four small images of his face, broken open with desire. He had never seen himself like that. Had never seen them like that, him and Ilya, together. Wanting, and having.

“They’re back!” 

Leo’s voice rang out over the Villa, Jackie and Hayden strolling back in with clasped hands, identical grins on their faces.

Shane smiled automatically. Hayden was absolutely gone. Jackie looked not far behind. He scooted next to Rose on the daybed, circling Jackie as she filled them in. She tucked her hair behind her ears, face still pink.

“Well, for our date, we went snorkeling. Which at first I was a bit bummed by, because it’s hard to look cute with that giant mask!”

Lexi nodded assuringly. 

“But yeah, I don’t think he minded because, um, he said he’s had his eye on me from the start.” She flushed deeper.

Shane smiled. “It’s true. He’s told me.” Jackie’s eyes stuttered to Shane’s, something relaxing in her shoulders. “He won’t shut up about it, really.”

Jackie laughed then, a happy unfettered thing that Shane hadn’t heard before.

“Good. I can’t really shut up about him either.”

She glanced across to the beanbags where Hayden sat, recounting their date to his group. She looked guiltily at Connie before drawing her attention back.

“We got to talk a lot. Hayden seems very kind. And genuine. And honestly, from a neurological perspective, I am so fascinated by his TBIs? He should not be functioning this well.”

Rose laughed. “Are you going to use him as a test subject when you’re back in the real world? Cutting-edge neuroscientific breakthroughs because of Hayden Pike’s addled brain?”

“I might.” Jackie smiled, looking down at her lap. “It might even need to be a longitudinal study. Years. Decades maybe.”

Lexi squealed, clapping her hands. “I am so happy for you, girl! And did you align with the important stuff? You want kids soon, right?”

“Yeah, and if anything, he’s more ready than me.” Jackie laughed, tracing her lips absently.

Rose reached out to grab her hand. “Jackie. Did he try to impregnate you on the date?”

Jackie flushed. “Not quite.” She grinned. “But I wouldn’t mind if he did.”

The group let out scandalized cheers. Rose laughed, clapping.

“Our first Love Island baby!” 

“Oh my god, you would get so much engagement on socials.” Lexi’s face was deadly serious. “Depending on your ovulation cycle, you could time it so you’d be able to announce at our season reunion.”

“I’m ready, but not that ready.” Jackie shook her head, smile stuck to her face. “But I’m excited to see where it goes. It’s early days. But we’re interested in exploring each other, so.” She shrugged into her shoulder, batting away the whoops that resulted. 

Shane’s phone made a sound. He froze, trying not to get his hopes up, and then drew it out.

He flew to his feet, eyes already searching for Ilya among the beanbags. 

“SHANE AND ILYA! America has selected you for our final date!”

The Islanders started clapping. Shane felt Rose squeeze his shoulders, Jackie cupping her mouth to cheer louder. 

Their first date. Shane wondered what he should wear. 

Something formal? 

“You look very nice.” 

Ilya’s lips twitched up as Shane descended the stairs. Shane was wearing dark pants expensive in their simplicity and a semi-sheer black button-up that his stylist assured him would ‘play well’ on screen. 

Ilya was wearing a loose tee that looked like moths had gotten to it and a pair of very tight mid-length shorts. He tilted his head, extending a hand to Shane as he stepped down the last stair.

“Didn’t the producers tell you to dress for movement too?”

“Yeah, but it’s our-” Shane cut himself off.

Ilya’s eyes flickered over Shane’s face, softening. 

“It is a worthwhile thing to dress up for. Let me change.”

“No, no, let’s just go.” Shane squeezed his hand, bumping his shoulder softly. “We’ve been waiting long enough.”

“True.” 

Ilya spun Shane around, kissing him deeply in front of the gathered Islanders and causing them to clap louder. Svetlana laughed, waving them away, and they left the Villa hand-in-hand.

Shane started at the ATV, then down at his outfit. Ilya grinned.

“Clothes can be washed. Here, helmet.”

He placed it gingerly over Shane’s head, buckling it with a focus that made Shane’s stomach flutter. 

“I am a good driver, but safety first.”

Shane spluttered. “Who said you would drive? I’m driving.” 

He pushed Ilya aside, swinging his leg over the driver’s seat. Ilya watched him suspiciously.

“Shane. I have a feeling you drive like a mom in a minivan. I am a fun driver. I drive fast cars. I can handle a little four-wheeler.”

“And I can’t?” Shane arched his brow. “Now hurry up and get your helmet on.”

Ilya grumbled, shoving the helmet over his curls and tightening the strap. Shane turned forward, smirking as he drew Ilya’s arm around his waist. 

“Hold on tight.”

Ilya inched closer, his breath hot against Shane’s ear. “This part is easy. Especially since you’ll drive like a grandma.”

Shane revved the engine, arching his ass back closer against Ilya and laughing as Ilya’s hands gripped him harder. He hit the gas, their bodies sliding as the ATV jolted forward, starting its ascent up the steep mountain hill where they had been dropped off. 

Shane wound them around the curves of the Fiji countryside, both of them taking in the lush greenery and views with small gasps as they drove. Ilya let himself tilt forward, leaning his cheek against Shane’s back and relaxing into him. Shane took one hand off the controls, reaching down to squeeze Ilya’s hand before returning to steer. 

Ilya, emboldened, reached one of his hands lower to the front of Shane’s trousers before receiving a sharp smack from Shane. Ilya chuckled, pressing his face closer between Shane’s shoulderblades and soaking in the clean citrusy scent of him. They rounded a final curve and Shane slowed to a stop, both of them silent for a moment.

On the cliff’s overlook, a small table was set up beneath a pergola threaded with fairy lights. The sun was just beginning its descent overhead, a single candle flickering on the white tablecloth. Shane and Ilya dismounted, Ilya reaching over to unclip Shane’s helmet. They intertwined their hands, approaching the table. 

“You are not the worst driver.”

Shane snorted, releasing Ilya’s hand and moving ahead to pull out his chair for him. A flash of something Shane couldn’t recognize passed across Ilya’s face and then was gone. 

“Such a gentleman.”

Ilya cut across the other way and pulled out Shane’s chair, gesturing with a smirk. Shane rolled his eyes.

“It’s not a competition, Ilya. And thank you.” 

Shane sat, allowing Ilya to push him in. Ilya then returned to his seat, scooting himself closer to the table.

“So.”

Shane smiled. “So.”

“Our first date.

Shane shrugged. “Yeah. Not my first date with a man, so not as important, but…”

“You want me to use this candle to burn everything to the ground?” Ilya raised his eyebrows.

“I mean, it would kind of ruin the vibe. Hayden kept everything very romantic.” Shane struggled to keep his face neutral. 

“I will burn everything, Hollander. Do not tempt me.” Ilya narrowed his eyes, reaching out and holding both of Shane’s hands, his thumbs tracing Shane’s. “I am a much better date than stupid Pike.”

“Guess we’ll see.”

“Have you always been such a little brat?”

Shane flushed, shrugging genuinely this time and avoiding Ilya’s eyes. 

“I don’t know.” 

He cleared his throat, eyes flitting around the romantic set-up. 

“What makes a good date for you?”

Ilya released Shane’s hands, leaning back in his chair. He scratched his throat idly, considering.

“Not sure. Don’t date too much. Good company, good fucking, maybe?”

“Ilya.” Shane rolled his eyes.

“What, you like bad fucking? This will be a bad date for you then.”

“Yeah, but, c’mon.” Shane exhaled, shaking his head in a laugh. “Wait, so, how many dates have you been on with men? Not a lot?”

“Mm. Not so much.” Ilya shrugged. Shane waited, a smile growing.

“Ilya. Am I your first ever date with a man?”

Ilya thumbed his nose, sniffing. “It is not such a big deal.” 

Shane’s face fell for a moment before he plastered on a smile. Ilya sighed.

“Fine. It is a big deal. So what. Just don’t give me that fake media smile.”

Shane brightened, practically glowing at the admission. Then his face contracted again.

“What fake media smile?”

“The one you do in interviews when you are pissed off or tired or overwhelmed and have to answer stupid questions anyway. You smile like a little doll. It is creepy.”

“It is not!” Shane straightened, suddenly wanting a mirror so he could see. Surely his mom or agent would have told him if he looked creepy.

“It is not Shane.” Ilya said simply. 

Shane’s shoulders lowered. They gazed at each other for a moment. Shane’s brows crinkled.

“You watch so many of my interviews you know when I’m fake-smiling?” 

Ilya stretched, his shirt tightening around his biceps, almost distracting Shane from the conversation. 

“Yes, after you were so obsessed with me and my great ass at the Rolex shoot, I figure, I should see if this is a dangerous stalker. I find instead you are a very cute stalker.”

“I was not a stalker! If anything, you were, with all those messages I never replied to!”

“Yes, such a brat, we know this. Making me chase you down like a little bunny when we both know what you want.”

Shane’s eyes glistened, lips parting as he gazed at Ilya.

“And what is that?”

“Me.” Ilya met his gaze, something hot flaring up Shane’s spine. 

Shane swallowed, looking down at his hands.

“I do wonder sometimes…if I hadn’t been so scared…if I had just replied to one of your messages…”

“No. It would have ruined your hockey season. Too many distracting dick pics.”

“Ilya!” 

“What?” He shrugged, smirking. “You would not like if I had done that?”

Shane flushed. “That’s not the point.”

“See? I would have ruined your career. Better that we meet this way.”

“Yeah, well, my career may still be ruined.” 

Shane’s stomach dipped. He had been avoiding thinking too much about how the real world was reacting. Coming out as gay and hooking up on national television probably wasn’t what his agent had envisioned when she booked the show to elevate his image and distract from the rumors. 

“Shane. Come back.” Ilya’s fingers were gentle against Shane’s jaw. 

He flinched, swallowing.

“Sorry.”

“It is okay.” Ilya studied him. “I do not think you will be ruined. You are Shane fucking Hollander.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

Ilya’s face tightened for a moment. His voice was smooth.

“You are an incredible player. If I ever am in the way of that…”

“Ilya, no.” Shane shook his head rapidly, reaching out for his hands with a hard laugh. “I’d be ruined for being, I don’t know, a…desperate gay slut. The league doesn’t care who I’m doing as much as who I am. It’s old school. Stuck in the past in lots of ways. It’s bad enough they can’t pass me off as white. This too…I don’t know. I’m hopeful. But I know it might be rough on the other side of this.”

Ilya nodded. “I’ll be there. Whatever you need. If anyone has a problem, they will become my problem.”

Shane snorted. “You may have lots of problems then.”

“Fine. Is not a problem.” 

Ilya grinned. He drew Shane’s hand closer, kissing his palm. 

“So. You are…a desperate gay slut for me?”

“Oh my god, shut up. You are too.”

“Yes.” 

Ilya leaned forward, kissing Shane’s hand again, his shirt falling open. Shane’s eyes trailed down the front of Ilya’s shirt, tracing his pecs and catching on his necklace.

“Are you religious?” Shane motioned. “Your cross?”

“Ah. Not-” Ilya looked out at the sea. “It is complicated.” 

Shane waited. Ilya leaned back, crossing his arms.

“Tell me more of your facts about Love Island. What was that depressing thing about contestants killing themselves?”

Shane’s face both lit up and fell.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry, obviously it’s depressing. But also fascinating? In a serious way, of course. But yes, multiple people involved with the show have died by suicide. That’s why they give us access to therapists once the show wraps.”

“So, what, they go on the show and then, boom?” Ilya blew a raspberry. “Dead?”

Shane’s nose wrinkled slightly. “No. It’s more complex like that. Each person has their own stressors. But it definitely seemed like the online harassment and pressure after being so visible on the show contributed to worse mental health. It’s really sad.” 

“Hm.” Ilya sniffed, shrugging. “Wouldn’t people say they are being…what’s the word…like…spoiled? They get to be celebrities then throw a fit about it? Boohoo?”

“Well, yeah, some assholes might say that.” Shane tilted his head, studying Ilya. “But I really hope most people don’t feel that way. No one knows what goes on in someone’s head. I’ve had dark times - not that dark, of course - but…depression is a real thing. No matter your circumstances.”

Ilya thumbed the edge of the tablecloth. 

“You don’t think it is weak?”

“Of course not!” Shane’s face scrunched up, serious and intense. “It’s a tragedy. To suffer and not know any other way of getting out.”

He leaned forward, eyes drifting somewhere left of Ilya. 

“I audited this psych class and the professor described it like jumping out of a burning skyscraper. But other people might not see the fire, or know how big it is.”

Shane kept talking, his words coming faster like he did when he was deeply interested in something. 

“So hopefully we can do things that help people see each others’ fires. And help people put out their fires, or make them smaller, anything we can do. But if we can’t? I don’t think we should ever judge someone for that.”

Ilya crossed his arms tight, squeezing hard against the vice in his chest. 

“Why is it so complicated? I see your fire, I put it out?”

Shane’s brows furrowed again, considering.

“I think maybe the seeing is already hard? Letting people know you’re struggling? And yeah, even if you open up…maybe the fire has been going on for a long time. Maybe you need to fight it with lots of different things or maybe you put it out and it starts burning again. I’m not exactly sure.”

Shane tilted his head.

“Maybe I can reach out to that professor again. And obviously, tons of people have depression that can be very well-managed with therapy, or medication, or just having a strong community, or time in nature, or-” 

Shane sat up suddenly, swallowing.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to talk this long. This is a really depressing topic for a date. Fuck.”

“Shane.” Ilya gave him a ghost of a smile. “You are okay. I like hearing you talk as long as you want to.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Ilya swallowed, gradually uncrossing his arms.

“The cross I wear. It belonged to my mother.”

Shane blinked at the sudden change in topic. Ilya’s hand absently cradled the cross around his neck, his voice thickening.

“She was maybe my favorite person on earth. Probably. Definitely.”

“She’s not…?”

“She is dead.”

Shane’s eyes widened a bit. He nodded once, tightly. 

“I’m so sorry, Ilya.” 

Ilya could see Shane’s brain rewinding, his eyes darting back and forth on the tablecloth before his lips parted again. 

“Did she kill herself?”

“Yes. She did.” Ilya exhaled. 

No one had ever spoken so plainly. There was something calming in the clarity. In the naming of it. 

“How?” Shane sat patiently, waiting. 

The words were rusty on Ilya’s tongue.

“Pills. Too many. I found her.”

“Oh my god.” Shane’s eyes filled with water, the tears not yet running over. “When?”

“Last year. I went home to visit.” Ilya shrugged, running a thumb over his nose. “I do not know if she was waiting to see me one last time or not thinking of me at all.”

“Maybe both?” Shane reached for his hand. Ilya let his hand be held.

“Yes. I think maybe both.” He cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the tablecloth. “I was mad, mostly, at first. The burning building…sometimes I wish she would have taken me. So I am not in the flames alone.” He let out a short laugh. “But now I am the one not being romantic.”

“We can talk about this stuff, Ilya. I like that you can talk to me about this stuff.” 

Shane squeezed his hand. Ilya blinked and drew his hand back, suddenly aware of all the words that had poured from his traitorous mouth. 

“So…” Shane tilted his head. “That was when you were with Sasha?”

“Yes.”

“And what about your father? Is he…?”

“Alive. In Russia. Enough questions, now.”

“Okay.” 

Shane kicked Ilya lightly under the table. 

“So you like fast cars? Ugh, sorry. Question.”

Ilya snorted. “Yes.”

“Fine. You can drive the ATV back. My vision isn’t so great at night anyway.”

Ilya smirked a bit, kicking Shane back and then gradually locking their ankles together. In unison, their gazes shifted to the sunset. The sky was a haze of oranges and pinks, the fairy lights twinkling overhead. 

“Shane?” Ilya didn’t turn, his eyes taking in the view. Shane didn’t either, both gazing forward. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something?”

Shane’s eyes darted over before returning forward. He slowly nodded once, voice serious.

“Anything, Ilya.”

“I am glad you are such a desperate gay slut for me.”

Shane let out an incredulous laugh, turning back to face him. Ilya caught his eye, grinning, and then held up his palms as Shane stood and hurtled around the table, hands flying. 

“I told you to shut up!” 

Ilya grabbed Shane’s wrists, pulling him onto his lap. He gripped the ends of Shane’s hair with his hand, the other holding him close around his waist, the sun’s last rays shining around them. 

“You are the one talking. You should shut up.”

Shane looked down at him, smile dancing on his lips, breathless already, his eyes full of an adoration Ilya felt so far from earning.

“Make me, then.”

This - this Ilya knew how to do. He brought his lips to Shane’s, his mouth opening wider for his tongue already, sucking out Shane’s tiny moans as they pressed closer together, desperately, desperately, desperately. 

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…the Islanders meet a new bombshell of America’s choosing!

Cast your votes now, and choose wisely, because we are due for another recoupling as we head into Casa Amor…!

Chapter End Notes

shoutout to leah and rob on s6 of love island for their secret dock signal i've stolen

also i was planning on following canon a bit more with irina/ilya not sharing that till way later in their relationship, but the whole point of these dating shows is to kinda speedrun the trauma and emotional bonding soo! it’s writing itself at this point we’ll see what happens next lmao

also also legit feel free to vote for the bombshell guest appearance! we're almost at casa amor so i have tons of characters i want to play with but not picky about the order they pop up in :)

Chapter 13

Chapter Summary

our newest bombshell arrives and shane and ilya are SO NOT INTO him. plus, a sudden departure and our final recoupling before casa!

Chapter Notes

Ilya and Shane stirred in Soul Ties, the sunrise hitting them almost as brutally as fluorescent lights. Shane sighed, snuggling closer into Ilya’s chest and relaxing deeper as his hands threaded through his dark hair. 

“Our date last night was so nice.” Shane murmured. 

“Mm.” Ilya pressed a brief kiss to his forehead. “Up now. Islanders will be coming.”

Shane pouted, his hands tightening around Ilya. 

“No. This is our bed now. They can wait.”

“Too bad. They will be pulling people for chats over these cum-stained cushions soon.”

“Ilya!” Shane shot up, looking down in panic. 

Ilya chuckled. “Kidding. I always clean up, don’t I?” 

Shane slowly reclined again, grumbling. Ilya patted his thigh once before standing.

“I’ll make breakfast.”

“No, wait, it’s my turn to make it for you.”

Ilya shrugged, already walking away. “I don’t mind.”

Shane exhaled, stretching his arms out on either side of him for one long moment before forcing himself to rejoin the rest of the Villa.

Javi’s phone went off midmorning, his voice bellowing from the gym.

“I got a TEXT!”

He propped a foot up on the exercise bench, projecting out as the Islanders came closer.

“Islanders! Today’s challenge will put your lips to the test in a ranked kissing challenge. Tempted to put your couple first? Too bad - blindfolds will take care of that. Now slide on some lip balm and pucker up!”

The Islanders let out loud cheers. Shane felt the familiar flare of competition, immediately followed by self-doubt. The blindfolds meant he would be judged truly on skill alone…and what if he was actually a terrible kisser and no one had told him yet?

Ilya’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Thinking about our first kiss? Maybe you are sad there won’t be handcuffs too?”

Shane flushed, turning to catch Ilya’s smirk. 

“Sounds like you’re the one thinking about it. The only thing I’m sad about is upsetting you when I come in first place.”

Ilya’s eyebrows shot up, lips twitching. “Very bold, Hollander.” 

Ilya leaned in closer, Shane arching automatically to close the distance. Ilya pulled away at the last moment, smirking openly now.

“Ah, no kisses before the competition. You will try to steal all my good moves if I kiss you now.” He patted Shane’s cheek, then walked away, trying not to laugh at Shane’s sputter behind him.

“Welcome, Islanders!” 

Ariana grinned as the Islanders jogged in, all adorned in various shades of pink and red. A giant pink scoreboard with the Islander’s names loomed in the background, the name of a prominent makeup company scrawled at the top.

“I hope you’re ready to pucker up! We have some fantastic lipsticks, lip glosses, and lip balms available courtesy of our sponsor to make sure your lips are in tiptop shape.” 

She smiled at the camera, her own lips a deep red. 

“Now, in a moment, you will place on these blindfolds so there is no bias involved. When I tap you on the shoulder, remove your blindfold and head down the line with the best kisses you got! The Islanders will call out their ratings for you while I record it on the scoreboard behind you. Blindfolds on, and may the best kisser win!”

The Islanders cheered again, Shane doing a small fist pump by his side. 

Shane only knew they had started when Cici called out a number to his left. Before he knew it, lips were on his, tentative and half-laughing. 

“Rose?” Shane cocked his head, fingers coming up roughly against his lips to shush him. 

“Score, Shane?” Ariana waited in front of the scoreboard.

“Um. A two out of ten? I don’t want to be mean, it just didn’t seem that passionate?”

A smack hit his shoulder. Yup, definitely Rose. 

The kisses continued, Shane trying to track who he recognized. He figured if he recognized Sasha’s kiss, he could bite his tongue and make it seem like an accident. 

Finally, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Shane paused, then slid off his blindfold, Ariana nodding before him encouragingly. Shane blinked a bit, letting his eyes adjust. 

He started with Cici. Her tongue was immediately eager in his mouth, Shane’s hands hovering in the air as she gripped his biceps and pulled him closer. He felt like that was maybe cheating a bit, her hands roving over his body, but Cici didn’t seem as concerned with anonymity or figuring out who she may be kissing so much as with merging their bodies into one skin. 

As he continued kissing Islanders, Shane relaxed slightly, letting himself loosen. He noticed how each person had their own style: Jackie tender and slow, Leo rough and messy. Shane let himself lean into what each person wanted, matching their rhythm and speed. He grinned as each Islander called out ratings after - a 9, an 8, another 9, even a 10 from Javi, which made Shane flush a bit. 

And then Ilya was standing in front of him, hands clasped behind his back, head tilted up a bit in boredom. Shane’s stomach fluttered, his grin deepening. Shane stepped closer, just enough for Ilya to sense his presence. He watched as Ilya lowered his head, eyebrows coming together for a moment. Shane took another step, not fully touching yet, his lips barely ghosting over Ilya’s. Ilya parted for him, tilting forward in anticipation of the kiss that Shane withheld. Shane exhaled, his breath warm against Ilya’s neck. He trailed his lips over Ilya’s jaw, watching as he shivered. Only then did he raise his hand to cup Ilya’s cheek, bringing him closer into a deep kiss.

Ilya pulled back, both of them breathing faster. His voice was rough against Shane’s cheek. His lips curved up beneath his blindfold.

“Shane.” 

Ilya unclasped his hands, palming Shane’s ass firmly with a smirk that deepened when Shane let out a surprised squeak. Ilya’s tongue dipped into Shane’s mouth, a groan slipping out as he explored deeper. Behind them, Ariana fanned herself with her cue cards, giving the camera a scandalized expression.

Finally, Shane stumbled back from him, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. 

Ariana cleared her throat. “Ilya? Your rating of this kiss?”

“Forty million.” 

Ariana chuckled. “I’ll round down to a ten as the highest score.”

Shane flushed. He tried to get his bearings, refocusing on his technique as he moved down the line. Connie gave him a 7, Svetlana a 9, though he suspected that may have been to make Ilya jealous. He managed a 6 from Rose for sucking on her bottom lip the way she liked even though she guessed it was him. Sasha was last, and as competitive as he was, Shane settled for the 3 he was given from his very brief peck.

Shane took his place back in line, Ariana waiting for his blindfold to be securely on before she started moving to the next Islander. Shane scowled a bit as he heard the numbers being called out, too high for his liking, though he estimated he was still in first place. He scowled more when he heard Ilya’s sharp intake of breath and what might have been a fucking moan followed by a “nine.” Shane’s hands tightened into fists.

And then the lips were on his. Soft but firm. Assured. Exploratory. Light stubble grazed his chin, steady hands gliding up his hips before stopping, respectful, instead of moving elsewhere. Shane found himself unwinding as the kiss deepened, his hands tracing the man’s very defined biceps before drifting over his pecs, his mouth opening further to welcome the man’s tongue. 

And then it was over, Shane swallowing a small gasp in the absence.

“Your rating, Shane?”

“Um.” Shane stumbled, mind scrambled. 

He tried to place who the kiss may have been from. The man was built similar to Javi, but Shane had just memorized Javi’s preferences - Javi was more dominant, his kisses deliciously overpowering Shane instead of the steadier give and take of this kiss. It obviously wasn’t Ilya or Hayden, but it didn’t seem like Leo either. Shane doubted it could have been Connie, but-

“Shane? You still with us?”

“Uh, sorry. Um. I guess…an 8.5 maybe. Or I mean…a 9? 9.5?”

Shane squeezed his eyes shut tighter behind his blindfold, trying not to imagine Ilya’s face.

Ariana laughed. “We need a final answer, Shane.”

“A nine then. Yeah.”

“Very well.” Shane heard Ariana write his response on the scoreboard, the marker squeaking. 

“So who the fuck was that?” Ilya’s voice rang out. 

Shane winced, but Ariana’s voice was pleased.

“Funny you should ask, Ilya. Islanders, please remove your blindfolds. I’d like you to meet our newest bombshell!”

Shane lifted his blindfold, blinking against the sudden light. Next to Ariana stood a very chiseled man with dark brown hair and a neat beard. His hair looked like it had been styled neatly too, but now it looked a bit wild, as if fingers had been musing through it. Shane didn’t want to think of whose. 

“Please give a warm welcome to Scott Hunter! He’s a barista joining us from sunny California!” 

Ilya’s jaw clenched. “He is a million years old, how is he a barista? That is a job for hot babies, not old grandpas.”

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Guess you have an age kink then, the way you were moaning into my mouth a minute ago.”

Shane gritted his teeth. “Yeah, what are you so fucking built for if you’re just a barista?”

Ilya shot him a disgusted look. “Is that your idea of an insult, Hollander?"

Scott pushed down a smile as he looked at Shane. “I live in WeHo, so yeah, I kinda have to be this built. Thanks for noticing, though.” He winked. 

Ariana stepped forward immediately to position herself in front of Ilya and Shane, both of whom were glaring at Scott Hunter like they were about to lunge any second.

“All right, boys, save it for the Hideaway! And let the other Islanders get a chance to meet our newest member!” 

The Islanders broke into cheers again, Shane and Ilya quiet and seething.

Back at the Villa, a long line formed in front of Scott, everyone trying to introduce themselves. Shane’s eyes narrowed as Hayden shook Scott’s hand with a wide grin before he caught Shane’s gaze, giving him an apologetic shrug. Shane didn’t bother looking for where Ilya had gone, his stomach still sour about Ilya’s rating - his own conveniently ignored. Shane was glaring down at a patch of grass, his brain a scramble, when he felt a shadow over him.

“Hollander. Figured we should meet properly.” Scott Hunter extended a hand, lips cocked up in a smile.

Shane grunted, extending a tepid hand. Scott took it anyway, his hand warm and strong around Shane’s.

“Wanted to say congrats to you, man.”

“For being the best kisser?” 

Scott let out a short laugh. “What- oh. I didn’t-”

“I was in first place. They didn’t tally the scores, because I guess this show cares more about the drama than finishing competitions, but I was in first place when we stopped. So.”

“Okay…well…yeah congrats for that.” Scott cleared his throat. “But I also wanted to say congrats for coming out. I’ve never been that into sports, but me and a bunch of my friends have gotten into hockey now because of you. It’s huge what you did.”

Shane swallowed. He forgot that new bombshells still had access to their phones up until they entered the Villa. He tried to push down the questions he wanted to ask, the answers he was scared to know.

Scott clapped him on the back.

“Seriously, man. You did a huge thing. People love you.”

A smile flitted to Shane’s face, tentative. Scott gazed down at him, his hand warm as it lingered on Shane’s shoulder.

“And, uh, I’ve seen the episodes, I know you’re pretty locked in. But, I would like to get to know you, if you’re open to it. That’s what bombshells are about, right? ” 

Shane swallowed. “Right.”

Scott’s hand trailed down Shane’s arm, fingertips tracing Shane’s biceps. He leaned closer, smiling conspiratorially. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind a chat with the Villa’s number one kisser. I didn’t get a chance to give you a rating, you know?”

Shane flushed. He started to stammer something out when he saw Ilya behind Scott, jamming his finger against his hand. Shane squinted, tilting his head. Scott turned too, brows creasing.

“Shit, is he okay? Is he having a muscle cramp or something?”

Ilya seethed, dropping his hand and crossing the short distance between them in a few strides.

“Shane. I am tapping my finger.” He stared, waiting.

Shane blinked. “Fuck, right, yes! Got it!” Shane nodded like a bobblehead.

Ilya narrowed his eyes. 

“I’ll see you at the dock.”

He turned to Scott. 

“You cannot come. You may look out over the water and remember you are actually the old lady in Titanic. Too risky.” 

 “So many words for someone whose tongue was down my throat.” Scott smirked.

Shane’s face burned. He grabbed Ilya’s arm, hauling him away. He tossed out a comment over his shoulder.

“Shut up Hunter! We wouldn’t give you a door to grab onto if you were drowning!”

Cici turned around, a hand raising to her throat in shock. Shane flushed deeper, dragging Ilya forward until they were away from the rest.

“Stupid old man.” Ilya paced at the end of the dock.

“Yeah, so stupid you made out with him.” Shane collapsed onto the padded bench, crossing his arms as he eyed Ilya’s back.

“You clearly hated it too, Mr. Nine Point Rating.”

“Whatever.” Shane picked at the cushion. “I came in first, you know. Even though Ariana didn’t announce it.”

Ilya turned, a smile ghosting around his lips. 

“Ah, so you want a trophy? For kissing so good?”

Shane shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Hm. How about this as a reward?” 

Ilya leaned down, both hands cupping Shane’s face. Shane felt his body go limp the second Ilya touched him, eyes fluttering shut as his thoughts were replaced by sensations alone. After what could have been minutes or hours, Shane felt himself returning, Ilya’s hand patting his cheek. 

“You like your reward, huh, Hollander?”

“Yeah.” Shane smiled, eyes still hazy. He leaned into Ilya, sighing happily as he snuggled against his shoulder. 

“Good. You don’t taste like the elderly anymore.”

Shane snorted. “Ilya.” He reached out, squeezing Ilya’s hand. “Just because someone is maybe a…decent…kisser. Doesn’t mean you need to worry. Especially after our date last night.” 

He reached up, fingers tangling in Ilya’s necklace. Ilya pulled back automatically, stiffening. Shane blinked, tilting his head.

“Sorry. I should-” Ilya gestured towards the Villa. “Sasha is waiting.”

Shane turned, spotting Sasha lingering just far enough away to seem casual.

“Sasha? Are you kidding me?” Shane exhaled, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. 

“Sorry. It’s just. You can talk to me too, you know. I know he was there when…but…I can also…”

Ilya pressed a slow kiss to his forehead, standing up.

“Shane. It is like you said. You do not need to worry. Promise.”

Ilya left him, Shane suddenly feeling the chill in the early evening air. 

The text came when Shane had half-drifted off against Hayden in the day beds, Hayden’s palm making lazy circles over Shane’s back as the sun dropped in the sky. Shane shot up at his phone’s chime, his hair sticking up on one side. Hayden let out a loud laugh, ruffling it further. 

“Fuck off, man!” Shane batted away Hayden’s hand, searching for his phone. 

“What, were you dreaming deeply of Scott Hunter’s tongue?” 

“Let it go already!” Shane flushed, punching Hayden’s arm as he sat up, locating his phone behind his legs. He cleared his throat, sliding off the daybed to stand.

“Islanders! Please gather around the firepit!”

Murmurs swept through the Villa. Shane looked back at Hayden.

“That can’t be good. We already had a new bombshell.”

Hayden scooted closer to grab Shane’s hand, putting on an exaggerated sad face. “Maybe America’s been voting for their least favorite couple…”

“Hey, shut up!” Shane laughed. “We’re a decent couple together!”

“Yeah, I guess we are pretty cute.” Hayden stood, pressing a sloppy kiss to Shane’s cheek. “Let’s go see what this is then.”

The Islanders sat around the firepit, tense and fidgety, as they waited for Ariana to arrive. Shane cast furtive looks at Ilya and Sasha. Their shoulders skimmed each other where they sat. Shane swallowed, forcing himself to relax. 

Hayden squeezed his thigh reassuringly, lowering his voice to a whisper.  

“Listen, man, if he leaves you, you’re still my number three choice.”

“Three?!”

“Well, Jackie’s first, of course, then Scott…but hey, top three, man, top three.” Hayden gave him a shit-eating grin. 

Shane shook his head, biting down on his smile. 

“You’re real supportive. Thanks a lot, Hayd.”

“Anytime!” Hayden responded cheerfully. His face fell. “Oh, shit. Here she is.”

Ariana entered in a deep purple dress, the fabric slit high up one side to flash her thigh as she strode forward. Javi let out a low whoop before Lexi glared at him.

“Not the vibe, Javi.”

Ariana reached the front of the firepit, hands clasping in front of her.

“Dear Islanders. I know I’m back so soon. Miss me?” 

She grinned, not waiting for an answer, then took a dramatic exhale. 

“Tonight we will have a recoupling.”

The Islanders burst into whispers, Scott looking dumbfounded where he sat next to Connie. Ariana raised her hand to quiet them.

“One thing about Love Island? You should never get too comfortable. Now, as our newest bombshell - Scott Hunter, please join me up here.”

Scott stood up, walking towards Ariana. 

Sasha rose to his feet, swallowing, all eyes turning to him. 

“Actually. If I could say something first?” 

Ariana raised her eyebrows. Sasha half-turned, awkwardly facing the Islanders, his words rushed.

“Um. It’s been lovely meeting you all, really, but I will be self-eliminating tonight.”

A murmur spread through the Islanders.

“I, uh, came here for Ilya. I don’t think that’s a surprise to anyone. I didn’t like how we ended things. Or how we never started things, maybe. But today we had a good talk.” 

He gazed at Ilya, Ilya meeting his eyes.

“And I think we both were able to say what we should’ve a long time ago. And I was able to hear what I needed in order to move forward. So, I want to thank you all for everything, and hopefully I’ll see some of you on the outside. And uh,” He shrugged, smirking slightly. “If anyone knows any sexy, emotionally available men, please give them my number.”

Ariana cupped her hands to her mouth, lowering them to reveal a pout. She spread her arms. 

“Oh, Sasha, we will miss you.” 

She embraced him, the other Islanders rising to say farewell too. Shane shuffled behind Hayden as they pressed around Sasha, flinching slightly as Sasha’s arms moved to wrap around him.

“Take care of him please, Shane.” Sasha shook his head, embarrassed. “I know you will, I-”

“I will.” Shane swallowed, squeezing Sasha’s shoulder once before stepping back. 

He watched as the other Islanders said their farewells, until finally only Ilya was left. They embraced in a way that was clearly familiar, their hands drifting automatically over each other’s backs, Ilya’s head nestling in the crook of Sasha’s neck. Shane let his stomach twist, let himself feel the rush of blood up his neck. Let himself feel too, how soft Ilya looked in Sasha’s arms. Like he was a boy again. Like the wall between him and the world hadn’t been built yet. 

After another moment, Ilya released the hug, saying something low to Sasha in Russian before stepping back. 

“Well then!” Ariana clasped her hands together. “As if the recoupling wasn’t enough excitement! Scott, as you were.”

“Right.” Scott stepped forward, brows furrowed. “I’ve, uh, been here all of a few hours? So. Just have to go with my gut on this one.” He squared his shoulders.

“I want to couple up with this boy because he’s attractive, funny, and seems open to new possibilities. Plus, it’s a nice bonus that he doesn’t let out a stream of insults any time I look his way. So. The boy I want to couple up with is…Leo!”

Cici shrieked, Leo beaming beside her as Scott strode towards him. Ilya scoffed, trilling his lips together.

“Too afraid to pick a real man instead of some half-animal hybrid, huh, Hunter?”

Shane snorted. Leo was in leopard print again tonight. “Yeah, Leo’s basically a bad knockoff of me, so, have fun with that.”

Leo paused, his palm resting against Scott’s chest as he pulled back from their kiss.

“What the fuck, guys? I have been nothing but nice to you?”

Shane blinked, staring down at the ground. “Sorry.”

Ilya said nothing, arching his neck as he looked the other way. 

“You two want my dick bad, huh?” Scott grinned, pulling Leo closer for another long kiss. 

“All right!” Ariana cleared her throat. “Svetlana, please join me.”

Shane forced his heartrate to return to baseline as Svetlana gave a sweet speech to Rose, and ignored the emptiness beside him when Hayden stood for his turn.

Hayden shuffled next to Ariana, his face already pink.

“So, I’ve been excited to give this speech for a minute now. I want to couple up with this girl because I’ve had my eye on her since we both came into the Villa together. I love that we’re open to other connections but that we keep drifting to each other. Our date together just solidified how much we have in common. So, uh, the girl I want to couple up with is, of course, Jackie!”

Jackie laughed, Rose and Svetlana squeezing her in a big hug. Shane clapped with them, smiling as Hayden dipped Jackie into a kiss before sitting down next to her.

“Shane?” Ariana gestured beside her. 

Shane tugged on his dress shirt, standing and making his way to the firepit. He cleared his throat, ignoring Ilya’s gaze.

“I want to couple up with this boy because…so many things really…” Shane blinked rapidly. “It’s hard to find the words. But when I met him, I felt something. And not because he has a great ass. But because I found he has a great heart too. I don’t take it for granted when he reassures me. I don’t take it for granted that he offers to sacrifice things for me. I don’t take it for granted that he opens up to me, especially when I know that doesn’t come easily for him. So, well, that’s probably long enough.” 

Shane’s ears burned. 

“I also chose this boy because I’m really, really ready to sleep in a bed with him again.” The Islanders let out a laugh. “So the boy I choose to couple up with is…Ilya.”

Shane raised his eyes. Ilya sniffed, standing with a trembling smile. Shane walked towards him, his pace quickening as he closed the distance. And then they were kissing, lips searching, hands buried in each other’s hair. 

Ilya murmured something against Shane’s neck, then pulled back, a thumb running over his freckles. 

“You forgot to mention how good I am in bed.”

“Oh, shut up.” Shane laughed, smacking his chest and yanking him back to seating. 

Shane studied Ilya’s profile as Javi chose the newly single Cici, leaving Connie to choose Lexi. Ilya’s lips did not steady, his eyes still blinking even after two more speeches. Shane squeezed his hand, willing him back to him. When Ilya turned, Shane tapped his ring finger, his head motioning towards the dock.

They slipped away as the rest of the couples mingled, Ariana departing once again. 

The dock was lit up with soft white lights in the evening dimness, the water a dark shadow in the distance. 

“You okay?”

Ilya nodded, sliding down onto the bench. Shane sat beside him, waiting. 

“Ilya. Look. I know the emotional stuff isn’t the easiest. It isn’t for me either.”

“No?” Ilya gazed at him, face fond. “It seems easy enough. Those were many sweet words.”

“Well, yeah. I try. For you.” Shane swallowed. “I know you say not to worry. And I know it’s silly, maybe, that I do.” He shifted. “But sometimes I need to hear it. That you care. That you’re not…scared…or, regretting anything.”

“What if I am scared?” Ilya looked out at the water.

“Well. I’m scared too.” Shane moved his leg a centimeter, their thighs touching.

“I shared…too much, maybe. On the date.”

“No? Not for me. I want to know about you. Everything about you. If you’ll let me.”

Ilya’s lips curved up as he looked back at Shane, hand running through Shane’s hair. 

“For me. It was maybe too much to share at once for me.”

“Oh.”

“Not because of you. I am trying to say things. Since you want me to talk. Even though not talking is easier.”

Ilya squeezed Shane’s shoulder, pulling him closer into his chest. Shane stretched up for a kiss. His lips lingered after they parted. 

“I guess not talking isn’t the worst.”

Ilya snorted, smiling down at Shane in the soft light. He paused, exhaling. 

“Here.” 

He reached behind his neck, fingers fumbling at the clasp. His mother’s necklace slid off into his hand, the lack of weight around his neck immediately foreign. Ilya latched it around Shane’s neck, pressing his palm against the gold cross for a moment before releasing. 

“Ilya. I can’t.” 

Shane’s eyes widened. His fingertips traced over the necklace, his gaze at once panicked and reverent. 

“Only for the night.” Ilya gave him a soft smile, kissing his cheek. “So you can hear it. Without me having to say it. Okay?” 

Shane exhaled, reaching for Ilya’s hand.

“Okay.”

Shane parted his lips, certain words crowding his throat, but then he swallowed them down and settled back next to Ilya, hoping that Ilya could hear it without Shane having to say it.

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…at long last…it is CASA AMOR!

Get ready for not one, not two, but TWELVE new contestants trying their hardest to break up our couples as the Islanders split between two Villas!

Who will stay faithful and who will be seduced? Only time will tell...

Chapter End Notes

i am so delirious but wanted to get this done before i jetset off to a friends wedding!! SO EXCITED for casa amor hijinks soon...who do you think will be coming in to stir up trouble 👀👀👀

Chapter 14

Chapter Summary

it's casa baby! time for a horny competition that won't cause any confused, hurt, or sexual feelings!

Chapter Notes

Shane snuggled closer into Ilya’s chest, his sleep light. It had been hard to transition back into the communal bedroom, each sound hyperexaggerated after the quiet of their nights in Soul Ties, the awareness of other bodies around them pressing on his chest. Shane had finally drifted off after long, slow kisses with Ilya, his eyelids closing at some point between the soft graze of his lips.

“Shane.” Rose hissed at his ear, hand gripping his shoulder.

Shane squinted his eyes, blinking as she motioned him out of bed. Shane sat up gradually, noticing other crouched forms sneaking out of the room.

Rose’s smile caught in the dim light. “Casa, baby.”

Shane shot up then, sliding his legs over the side of the bed. He threw one last look at Ilya over his shoulder, curled in himself and snoring gently, and then Rose was yanking Shane forward towards the dressing rooms.

Scott Hunter was the only other man in their dressing area. Scott threw the few clothes he had unpacked back into his suitcase with a grin at Shane, which Shane pointedly ignored. He shook the residual sleep off him, moving swiftly to pack his belongings. 

Within minutes, he and Scott wheeled their suitcases into the make-up room, where Rose, Lexi, Jackie, and Cici were manically clearing their stations. Rose paused to uncap her lipstick, writing a message to Svetlana on her mirror. Jackie glanced over and then sprayed her perfume on her sleep shirt, sliding it over her head as she got changed and folding it neatly on her vanity for Hayden. Shane’s fingers twitched, wanting something for Ilya, anything. 

He scrambled in his suitcase, digging around for his Rolex watch case. Shane had been encouraged to wear at least one of the watches each day; his mom had emphasized this before he left for Fiji. Shane had figured if he wasn’t advertising any other watches, Rolex would forgive him for not wearing any of their ridiculously expensive watches on a beach vacation show where he was more than a little preoccupied with Ilya’s dick. 

Shane popped open the case, glancing down at the five watches gleaming back. He grabbed one at random, sliding it onto Rose’s vanity where hopefully Ilya would find it, and then Cici was grabbing his arm and telling him they had to go.

The six of them rolled their suitcases out of the Villa, the sun barely cresting the skyline. Shane’s brain was still trying to catch up and join the excited murmurs of the other five. He felt his lips move to join the chant, Ca-sa! Ca-sa!, a smile breaking over his face despite himself. And then they were in the producers’ car. And then they were driving away. And then Shane’s stomach was dropping, the Villa disappearing in the rearview with Ilya slumbering inside, his mother’s necklace around Shane's neck.

The lights blared on. Ilya winced, having gotten used to the slightly more gradual wakeup of the sunrise out in Soul Ties. He turned immediately, the space next to him cold. 

“They’re gone.” Svetlana stood in the center of the room, scanning each bed.

“Are you kidding me?” Leo groaned, hitting his fists against the mattress. “We just recoupled!”

“No way.” Hayden slid out of bed, running to the dressing room to check for Jackie. 

“You guys! There’s some stuff in here!” 

Hayden called out from the make-up room, the others jogging to join them. Ilya pulled up the rear, his stride lagging. 

“Aww, it smells like her.” Hayden cradled Jackie’s shirt to his chest, burrowing his nose into the soft fabric. Ilya snorted.

“What did Rose write?” Connie peeked at the vanity, Svetlana already smudging the message away with her thumb. 

“Nothing for your eyes.” She smirked. 

Javi burst in from the dressing rooms. “Man, there’s nothing in there. Cici didn’t leave me anything.”

Connie shook his head. “Neither did Lexi, because we’ve been coupled up for like two minutes, dude.”

Leo sighed. “Scott could’ve left something. We went to second base last night.” The Islanders looked at him. Leo raised his eyebrows, squeezing his pecs together. 

Ilya rolled his eyes. He forced his face to remain a mask. He knew how Shane’s brain worked a bit by now. Understood that he had likely been disoriented, overwhelmed. And really, Shane was sensitive to cologne, didn’t own lipstick. It didn’t mean anything that Ilya hadn’t been left anything either.

“Aw. So sweet of Rose.” Svetlana extended her arm, a heavy glimmering watch wrapped around her wrist. 

Ilya’s eyes widened, darting from her face to the Rolex. She laughed at him, stepping closer and unclasping the watch. 

“Not my taste. Maybe yours, though, Ilyusha.” 

Ilya shrugged, not able to push down his grin as the cool metal slipped onto his skin. He turned the watch face back and forth in the light. It was so like Shane to try to be a good brand ambassador even while getting his dick sucked on national television. Ilya’s chest seized and he swallowed. Stupid Shane. Stupid him. 

Shane shifted on the large outdoor couch overlooking the pool. They were only a few minutes drive away from the Villa, and the same set designer had clearly decorated Casa Amor too. There were the same neon lights, the same bright furniture, and yet everything was slightly off. The beds were a different color upstairs. There was an additional pergola covered in fake vinery. The pool was smaller. There was no Soul Ties.

Shane breathed out through his nose, trying to calm the needling sensation spreading over his skin. He was hyperaware of Ilya’s necklace around his neck, an albatross. He could not believe he hadn’t taken it off before leaving. Only for the night, Ilya had said. And now here Shane was, separated for days at least, the necklace burning against his skin. 

Rose nudged him, checking in. Shane tried to force a smile, turning his focus to Ariana in front of them.

“Welcome to Casa Amor, Islanders!”

Shane made himself let out a whoop with the others.

“We have six new contestants for you to meet and mingle with.” Ariana cocked her eyebrows suggestively. “And as none of you are closed off, I hope you take the opportunity to explore and test your existing connections.”

She turned to Rose.

“Rose, how are you feeling? You and Svetlana have obviously developed a strong connection so far.”

“Absolutely we have. But on our date, we said we need to test what we have before we’re ready to close off. I have some doubts that my head can be turned at this point, but I’m very excited to see these new arrivals try.” Rose grinned.

“Love to hear that.” Ariana smiled back. “Cici, Lexi. You both entered into new couples just last night. Are we feeling ready to explore?”

The women exchanged a look, bursting into loud giggles while nodding.

“I’ll take that as a yes! Scott, same for you?”

“Of course. I owe it to myself to explore all connections with the new arrivals as well as with existing Islanders.”

Shane felt Scott’s gaze move towards him and stared at the ground, flushing.

“Well, well. And how about you, Jackie? Seems like you were a bit torn up leaving?”

Jackie sighed. “I was really looking forward to being in a couple with Hayden and deepening that connection. But, it’s still early days for us so I’m trying to make sure I don’t shut myself off too early. And I’m sure he’ll be exploring too.”

“Well, I think you’ll be happy with some of our new Islanders.” Ariana winked. “And finally, Shane. You and Ilya have had quite the journey already during your time in the Villa. How are you feeling?”

Shane swallowed. “Yeah, we’re. Not closed off or anything. So. I guess I need to test the connection?”

“Try not to sound too excited about it!” Ariana and the Islanders broke into light laughter. “We’ll see if some of our new friends can cheer you up. I’ll leave you all to it…”

She gave them one last coy look and strode off, Shane’s heart starting to accelerate. As she exited, she raised her hand, high-fiving the six new people striding into Casa Amor. Shane’s eyes scanned quickly, brain registering things like tall and hot and fuck… 

Five men stood in front of them, the sole woman in the middle. 

Scott was the first to speak, a smile growing on his face. 

“Please, sit with us.” 

The existing Islanders scooted down on the outdoor couch, Shane’s thigh pressing against Scott’s as they made room for the new arrivals. Ariana had left a bottle of champagne on the table, flutes filling and passing down as everyone shifted to get more comfortable.

“Well.” Cici grinned, leaning forward. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

The man on the end laughed, dipping his head. “Sure. I’ll start. I’m Miles.”

“As if we need an introduction.” Cici grinned wider. “You’re that indie music guy, right?” She pointed her finger at a man sitting a few down from him. “And you…you were on Survivor last season?”

“Yeah, that’s me. J.J.” He extended his hand to Cici, squeezing it once. 

“Okay, Cici, stop hogging the men.” Jackie laughed. “So, Miles. What are you looking for?”

“Well, I would love to find a serious relationship. I’m on the road a lot, so it can be tricky to find meaningful connections.”

“And your type?” Cici raised her eyebrows.

“Men only, I’m afraid.” Miles gave her a soft smile, his eyes drifting to Shane. “Love an athlete, to be honest.”

Rose ribbed Shane and he elbowed her back, face burning.

J.J. leaned forward. “Don’t worry, Cici, I go all ways. Though I never say no to athletes either.” He winked at Shane, who considered jumping in the pool to cool down.

“Ugh, I love this already.” Lexi clapped. “And you are?”

A shorter man straightened next to Miles, running a hand through his hair. 

“So I’m Tiff. No celebrity here. I have a boring office job so honestly I’m really happy for this free vacation if nothing else. And I’m a trans guy, just to get that out of the way.”

Rose tilted her head, eyes flicking up and down appraisingly. “And your type?”

“Not to be a broken record, but I’d be lying if I said athletes disgust me.” Tiff grinned. “But uh, I love a movie star too. Your early coupling was giving me heavy bisexual panic to be honest.”

Scott snorted. “Okay, to make this easier, is there anyone who doesn’t want to fuck Shane?”

“Jesus, Hunter, just cause no one wants to jump your bones.” Shane glared at him.

“Wouldn’t say that.” A man waved his hand. “Hi. I’m Kip. I work at an art gallery in L.A. And um, I would definitely jump on those bones.” He swallowed, tearing his eyes from Scott to glance at Shane, lips twitching. “Frankly yours too Shane, just because you get so cute when you’re flustered.”

“Oh. Okay.” Shane rubbed his palms over his knees, shaking his head with a half-smile and a cough. 

“Stop inflating his ego, everyone!” Rose scoffed. “Please, you two, tell me you’re immune?”

“Yeah, I love women. A lot. So.” The man closest to Rose cleared his throat. “Name’s Troy. I work in construction and uh, my type is women. Like I said.” He scanned the couch. “I love a woman who can take initiative, so Cici definitely has my eye.”

Cici fanned herself.

“And I’m Iris. I’m in grad school right now for psychology but I promise I’m not psychoanalyzing any of you…too much at least! I’ve been with men, but I’ve realized women are definitely more my speed. And while Shane is a cutie, I don’t really want to do the whole hooking up with my ex’s ex thing. I get enough of that as a lesbian in the outside world.”

Shane’s lips parted slightly, his eyes narrowing at Iris. She held her hands up immediately. 

“Oops, not ex ex. Sorry. I know that’s sensitive for you. I meant ex as in, like, we fucked a bunch? Casually? Sorry. That’s probably not better.” She swallowed. “Anyway, Rose is definitely my type but I’m open to getting to know Cici and Lexi too!”

Shane’s jaw twitched. He gave Iris a tight nod, Ilya’s necklace suddenly slightly less oppressive around his neck. Shane’s fingers toyed with the chain, catching as Iris recognized it, her mouth parting somewhat before she looked away. Shane smirked. 

“Hellooo, Islanders!” 

Javi slapped Connie’s chest, jolting up from the beanbags and cupping his hands over his mouth. 

“We got company, Villa!”

The remaining Islanders assembled around the firepit as the new arrivals streamed in, two women flanked by four men. Javi lost the color in his face, sinking deeper into the cushions as he turned to Connie in a whisper.

“Fuck. I knew that voice was familiar. That’s my fucking ex, bro.”

Zara grinned at Javi, wiggling her fingers as the new arrivals squeezed in. She slid in next to Connie and leaned forward, her bikini top barely holding its knots.

“Heeey everyone. I’m Zara, and yes, I am Javi’s ex. I’m a flight attendant. Some boys get a little pouty with my work schedule, which is why I’m looking for a man.” 

Javi grumbled. Leo clapped, a wide smile on his face as his eyes roamed down all the new arrivals. 

“I can go next. I’m Dakota.” The other woman flipped her hair behind her shoulder. “I’m a club promoter, and while I wouldn’t say I’m Ilya’s ex, exactly, we definitely know each other.”

Ilya tilted his head. She raised her eyebrows.

“Miami? The Roxy?”

Ilya shook his head slowly.

“You did body shots off me? With Pitbull?”

  “Oh…yes…” Ilya squinted. “We did it in the alleyway? With those bricks that tore up my shirt?”

“...yes. That was me.” Dakota crossed her arms. “Anyway, I’m looking for more of a gentleman these days.”

Ilya scoffed. “You had a great time! You came twice, no?”

She flushed. “True. The romance just left a bit to be desired.”

Connie swallowed, looking between him and Ilya. “So, is he kinda your physical type, or?”

“Yeah, I like cute blondes.” Dakota gave him a grin. 

“I like blondes too, boy or girl, does not matter.” The man next to Dakota ran a hand through his hand, his sizable bicep flexing, some scars catching in the light. “I am Serge. I am, ah, professional dancer, for parties when girls get married? I am Russian, so, Привет.” 

He nodded to Ilya and Svetlana, who said hello back. 

Leo pouted. “Lot of blonde talk in here.”

“I prefer darker-haired men myself. Name’s Harris.” A stocky man smiled back at Leo. “I work in social media, but behind the scenes, unlike some of you. I’ve been out for ages but I still haven’t found that special guy yet, so here’s hoping!”

“Good for you, man. I’m Cliff, but my buddies call me Marly. If I look familiar, yes, I was on Too Hot to Handle.” 

Leo laughed. “Didn’t you lose immediately?”

“Yeah, celibacy isn't really for me.” Marly gave him a cheeky grin. “Which is why I’m hoping this will be a better fit.” 

The group turned to the last newcomer, who ran a hand through his swooped hair.

“Well, hello, everyone, I’m Hudson. I work in food service but I’m trying to be a filmmaker so watch this space.” He flicked his wrist, voice pitching upwards. “And uh, yeah, listen, I’m here to make some memories. I’m ready to be emotionally naked, physically naked, you name it, I’m ready, baby.”

Leo let out what might have been a whimper just as Hudson’s phone chimed.

“Ooh! My first text, how cute!” He stood, cocking his hip, his knee turned in slightly. “Okay, let me do this right.” He cleared his throat. “I GOT A TEXTTTT!” 

“We are literally right here.” Ilya rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile. 

Hudson continued, oblivious. “Islanders-”

“Islanders.” Shane read off his phone, squinting closely. “Tonight, you will compete against the other villa in a game of Raunchy Races! Islanders will be sent a series of dares. Whoever completes each dare with the most speed and style will win a point for their villa. The winning villa will be rewarded with a welcome party. Get ready to race!”

Shane clicked his phone off. He threw it down on the padded bench and pressed his palms together, starting to pace.

“Okay. We all need to have our heads in the game. Jackie, Rose, you are single here, understand me? No hesitation. We leave it all on the field. We are not losing to them.”

Jackie raised her hands in surrender. “Of course, captain.”

The new arrivals eyed each other. Rose leaned over. 

“Shane’s great at parties. Loves making fun, sexy games into cold, regimented competition.”

“It can be both!” Shane’s ears turned red. 

Cici’s phone chimed. Her eyes widened. Shane waved his arms.

“Pick it up, hurry!”

She scrambled for it, reading fast. “Okay, um, the tallest boy must french kiss the new islander he most wants to get to know!”

Shane started snapping his fingers. “Hunter, that’s you, go, go, go!” 

Scott stumbled to his feet, eyes darting before seizing on Kip. He grabbed him, pulling Kip to him and smiling briefly before plunging his tongue down his throat. Shane leaped up onto the cushioned bench, all the Islanders cheering them on.

“More style, Scott! More style!”

Scott pulled back. “The fuck does that mean, Shane?”

“I don’t know, but do it! And don’t stop frenching until we win the point!” 

Kip laughed, still in Scott’s arms, resting his forehead gently against his shoulder. Scott squeezed his waist, shaking his head.

“Shane’s just grouchy because his couple has his tongue down someone’s throat right now.” 

Shane fell silent. Ilya was the tallest of the original Islanders, his model stature hovering over the rest of them. Shane’s brain scrambled, no idea what strangers were in the Villa with Ilya. Who might be sitting next to him. More than sitting, giving the challenge…

“Tallest boy french kiss the uh, new islander you most want to get to know!” Leo finished with an exhale, Ilya already jumping to his feet.

He grabbed Marly, the handsome man in reach. Marly was already grinning as Ilya pulled him close. His lips opened for Ilya at once, their tongues sliding into each other’s mouths like second nature. Ilya gripped the man’s muscular waist, spinning him around and pushing him down where Ilya had sat. Marly let out a noise of protest, but Ilya didn’t let up, tongues tangling as he started gyrating between Marly’s legs, the Islanders cheering louder.

“That’s style, baby!” Hudson whooped, the others crowding close. 

Marly got the message, pumping up from below, their hips gyrating in beat with their tongues, slick and hungry against each other. Leo’s phone chimed again and Ilya pulled back at once, grinning as he wiped his lips. He extended a hand to Marly, pulling him to his feet.

“Good sport.”

Marly let out a snort. “Yeah. Anytime.” His gaze flickered up Ilya’s body as he returned to his seat.

Leo let out a scream. “Yes! Point to the Villa!”

“Fuck.” Shane scowled at Cici.

“Damn, don’t shoot the messenger." She shrugged, head turning as Rose’s phone went off.

“Okay, the Islander whose name starts with L! Suck the toes of the new arrival you’d like to share a bed with tonight!”

Lexi squealed, covering her face. Shane groaned into his palms.

“Hurry.”

“Jesus, okay.” Lexi scowled at him, then looked at Iris. “Can I, um…”

“Oh, yes, sure!” Iris slid her feet out of her sandals, cringing. “Sorry if um, they taste weird? I don’t usually have my toes sucked?”

“I don’t usually suck toes!” Lexi laughed, holding Iris’s gaze for a moment before Shane let out a louder groan.

“Start sucking, Lexi!” 

She huffed, then lowered herself to Iris’s foot, tentatively licking her big toe. Iris giggled.

“Sorry, I’m ticklish!”

“Oh my god, we suck.” Shane paced around the edge of the pool, shaking his head. 

Svetlana’s phone chimed. “Another point to us!” She beamed, face falling as she glanced to her left. “Leo, you can stop now.”

Leo rose begrudgingly off Serge’s toes, slick from his saliva. Ilya’s phone chimed, interrupting the chirp he had half-formed in his head.

“Professional athlete have a steamy make out in the pool with the oldest Islander. Go!”

Ilya watched as Hayden ran around the firepit, asking ages, before grabbing Marly’s hand and running towards the pool. Svetlana squeezed Ilya’s shoulder. He shrugged it off.

“Like Shane will enjoy kissing a dinosaur. It is a game, no big deal.”

“...with the oldest Islander!” Jackie looked up from her phone, Shane already flying towards the pool with Scott in tow. 

Shane didn’t stop to take off his clothes, merely kicked off his sandals and mic pack and threw himself in, Scott right behind. Shane surfaced, shaking his hair out of his face, his t-shirt wet and clinging to his torso. He blinked at Scott, similarly soaked, and swallowed. For the game, he reminded himself. 

Shane leaned in, gripping Scott’s jaw and pressing himself tight against him, crowding Scott against the pool’s wall. Scott hesitated for a moment, and then wrapped his arms around Shane’s lower back, tugging Shane closer. Shane parted his lips instinctually, opening deeper, his fingertips gripping as he slid up Scott’s shirt and felt the thick muscle there. He felt a sharp intake of breath, Scott’s hips a bit more insistent against him. 

Shane pulled back from their kiss, breathless. He locked his arms around Scott’s neck and pushed himself up, legs wrapping around Scott’s waist in the water. Scott’s hands palmed his ass as Shane slid his tongue inside Scott’s mouth, insistent, swallowing their moans. Beneath the water, he tugged at the hem of Scott’s shirt, leaning back as they both stripped, Shane’s abs flexing, his wrapped thighs the only thing holding him stable against Scott. 

Shane threw his shirt towards the Islanders and exhaled, running his nails hard across Scott’s bare back. Scott’s tongue chased a bead of water dripping down Shane’s neck, licking it up from collarbone to jaw. Shane let out a small sound, tilting his head back further as Scott gripped his ass before leaning forward to devour his lips again. Then Scott shifted Shane’s weight, one hand coming free before striking hard against Shane’s ass in a wet slap, followed by a soft squeeze that softened the hot jolt of pain. Shane moaned louder into Scott’s mouth, his skin tingling, and Jackie’s phone chimed.

She hoisted it above her head, jumping up and down. “Point for Casa! Point for Casa!”

“Speed and style, Hollander.” Scott murmured at Shane, who gazed back at him with unfocused eyes, still somewhat dazed. Then Scott released his hands, letting Shane fall backwards into the pool with a loud crack against the water, his laughter muted as Shane sank underwater.

Marly hoisted himself out of the pool, holding out a hand for Hayden, whose cheeks were still pink.

“Sorry we lost, Pike. Should’ve manhandled you more or something.”

“Yeah. Definitely.” Hayden nodded, his eyes tracing Marly’s soaked shirt, beads of water dripping down Marly’s biceps as he rose to standing. 

Hayden’s phone chimed. “Um, okay!” He licked his swollen lips, the taste of Marly lingering there. “An Islander with blue eyes must lick the abs of the new Islander-”

“-you most fancy!” Lexi looked at Rose. “Hurry, Rose!”

Rose moved swiftly, yanking Tiff up from his seat and practically throwing him down onto the artificial turf, one arm already prying his shirt off. Tiff collapsed back in only his binder as Rose straddled him, her tongue already painting lines over his torso.

“More, Rose, come the fuck on!” Shane bobbed up and down on his toes, the other Islanders circling around them.

Rose’s eyes darted up in a glare but she didn’t break her focus, instead turning her eyes to Tiff, smiling slightly at the awestruck look she found there.

“Serge, shirtless. Now. Do your little dance moves as you strip. Style, remember?” 

Ilya wondered if he needed to speak in Russian to speed this fucker up. No way he was losing this round, not after whatever Shane had pulled with ancient Scott Hunter to win the last point. Ilya supposed modern humans had evolved from prehistoric aquatic lifeforms, which probably gave Scott the edge.

Serge stood up as Ilya motioned at Marly, snapping. 

“Hand me the champagne.”

Serge started swaying in place, rotating his hips to an unheard beat as he gradually peeled his shirt off over his head in a strip tease, the Islanders cheering and clapping along. Serge was an objectively attractive man, similar enough to Ilya that they could have been related. In another universe, maybe Serge would have been the supermodel, if his skin didn’t bear the evidence of what looked like a thousand car accidents.

Ilya took in Serge’s chiseled torso, noting the fine blonde hairs that swept around his navel and disappeared below. Ilya swept the point of his tongue up that hairline, Serge’s muscles twitching involuntarily. 

“Such nice abs you have.” Ilya murmured, his lips vibrating against the other man’s skin. 

He took another lick, larger this time, flattening his tongue and sweeping it left and right as he painted Serge’s body with a trail of his slick saliva, eyes trained on the man looking down at him with hooded eyes. Ilya grinned, fingers wrapping around Serge’s ankles and pulling gently so he stumbled backwards. Ilya guided him the rest of the way down until he was lying flat on the ground, then reached towards Marly for the champagne.

Ilya held the bottle above his head, pouring out a long, thin stream and angling it so it poured over Serge’s torso, coating his muscles in a golden sheen and welling in his belly button. Then Ilya leaned forward, rounding his head to Serge as if in prayer, tongue darting into his navel and sucking it dry. Serge grunted, hips rising up slightly as Ilya withdrew the tip of his tongue. 

Ilya braced Serge’s hips with his palms. His tongue lapped over the bubbles sliding over Serge’s skin, popping them flat, the fizz of the champagne dripping down his throat. Shane would hate this, he thought - the sticky residue, the way the air made a cool shiver over Serge’s skin, the tangle it made of the hair there. Shane would hate this, Ilya thought - unless Shane was in one of those states where his eyes went all hazy and he looked up at Ilya like Ilya could do anything he wanted to him, anything at all.

Hayden’s phone chimed. “Point to us! The Villa has it!” 

Ilya’s tongue flicked up one last stripe of Serge’s skin and he rose to his feet, pulling Serge up with him, forcing his mind to focus on the here and now. The points. The game. 

“Fuck.” Shane exhaled, hands clasped behind his neck. His foot flew out to kick a beanbag. “Pull it together guys, we’re falling behind!” 

Rose rolled her eyes, wiping her bottom lip as Tiff put his shirt back on.

“Shane, you seriously need to relax. You are absolutely killing the vibe.”

Jackie glanced towards Shane, speaking quietly. “Connie has blue eyes too, you know. He could have taken the dare.”

Shane stiffened, pretending like he didn’t hear.

Ilya stared off into the distance as Javi and his ex made out upside down, clearly battling both faked disinterest and copious amounts of sexual tension. He itched at the Rolex at his wrist, telling himself the distance didn’t matter. If Shane was here, letting himself be manhandled in front of Ilya all in the name of winning, Ilya wouldn’t mind it. He’d like it even. He liked when Shane got that serious crunched expression on his face. Liked seeing how loose his body got when firm hands were all over him, even when they weren’t Ilya’s. Liked most of all how Shane always came back to him when it was done. His eyes shy. Wanting praise. Wanting Ilya most, no matter how many hands touched him. 

So it would be a few days of these strangers. Of these silly games. Of silly kisses so they could say they kissed other people. Ilya could be patient. Before Fiji, Ilya had been patient unread message after message after message, knowing in his bones that Shane had wanted him during that campaign shoot. Trusting that Shane would acknowledge it eventually. 

Shane’s Rolex caught the dying sun on Ilya’s wrist, and he made himself exhale, even smiling briefly as a phone chimed and announced that they had lost. He knew Casa would be celebrating. That Shane would be grinning that rare wide victory grin of his, maybe pumping his fist as he shouted, let’s go!

“Yes, Cici, let’s go! That’s what we need, people!” Shane threw his arms around Cici despite her looking alarmed at the rare display of physical affection from him.

Iris laughed. “What, I don’t get any credit?”

“Yes, fuck, you too!” Shane reached out and pulled her into the hug with Cici, squeezing them both tight. “Let’s keep it up, everyone, we can win this!”

Scott’s phone chimed. He grinned, looking up at Shane. 

“The Islander whose name starts with S must do a sultry dance with the Islander whose name starts with M for the length of the alphabet song.”

“Are you fucking kidding me.” Shane’s face constricted. He did not dance.

Scott smirked. “You can take this one, Shane. Keep it up. We can win this, right?”

Shane’s fists tightened. He stalked over to Miles, nodding stiffly. Miles spread his legs with an easy smile, patting his lap. Rose began singing in a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice, the other Islanders joining in.

“A, B, C, D…E, F, GGGGG…”

Shane’s face was bright red. He knew he couldn’t move the way a dancer was supposed to, knew his hips were jerking side to side instead of swaying seductively. Still, Miles was resting his hands over his hips, trying to guide him, smile staying on his face. Shane swallowed, thinking of the embarrassment of losing. 

He slid fully onto Miles’ lap, his thighs bracketing Miles’ waist. He began to move like he did when he was with Ilya, his hips rolling in small waves. Miles made a tiny noise in his throat, hands gliding down the small of Shane’s back. The Islanders started clapping, singing out letters more like a cheer as Shane felt himself relaxing more, his hips doing figure eights now over Miles’ lap. Shane’s red cheeks faded into a softer pink as he felt the effect he was having on Miles, and he decided to lean into it, wrapping one palm around Miles’ neck and arching his back, the other hand thrown up in the air like a cowboy as his hips grinded deeper. Shane laughed as he heard the Islanders cheering, Miles’ hands guiding his rhythm. He could win this after all.

There was no way they weren’t going to win this. Ilya grinned, soaking in the view as Svetlana danced up on Marly. Marly looked like Christmas had come early, his eyes reverent, hands hovering in the air like he was afraid to touch. Svetlana was pure liquid, dipping down in front of him before rising back up, her ass rippling in his face before she turned. One leg rose next to his waist, her hips rolling forward as she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pressed him into her chest, tits bouncing around Marly’s blissed out face. Svetlana slid a thumb between his lips, letting him suck as he looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes, his jaw slack when she withdrew. Svetlana let out a soft snort before turning away from him again, her nails gliding down his thighs as she threw her ass back in earnest, the Islanders scream-singing the last few letters as Marly pumped his hands into the air, mouth open in amazement. 

“We got the point! Go Villa!” 

Ilya let out a whoop with the rest of the Islanders, Svetlana doing a few more victory twerks before dismounting completely from Marly. Ilya thought he should make Shane do a lapdance for him once they were reunited. It would be worth it for the way his face would flush alone.

Shane barely had the energy to motivate his team through the next challenge, fully stewing in his loss. Troy, Scott, and Cici swapped spit in a sloppy three-way kiss as directed. Shane wrinkled his nose, watching as Troy kept leaning towards Scott and then veering towards Cici at the last minute like a self-correction, unless it was meant to be some kind of sexy tease. 

In the distance, Shane felt like he could almost hear the echo of cheers from the other Villa. He knew they weren’t far. Knew that, hypothetically, noise might carry. Shane bit back the thought of bellowing loud enough that Ilya could hear, coming to pick him up like his mom would whenever he tried to have sleepovers as a kid, embarrassed and overwhelmed by midnight like clockwork. 

Ilya raised his eyebrows at the kiss unfolding in front of him. Leo had been prompted to three-way kiss the two Islanders next to him, and as luck would have it, he was flanked by Hudson and Connie. 

Leo’s eyes lit up as he faced Hudson, the men almost twins in profile. His tongue was in his mouth immediately, Hudson matching him beat for beat, their hips rolling together in unison. Then Hudson reached out and grabbed Connie’s collar, pulling him in. Leo opened his mouth, expecting a passive brush of the lips from Connie, but felt nothing but the hot air of Connie’s breath, heavy and irregular. 

Leo paused for a moment, pulling back and flickering his eyes open. Connie’s hands were tangled deep in Hudson’s hair. Connie’s eyelids squeezed shut as a flush crept up his pale cheeks, their lips wrapped around one another. Hudson broke the kiss first, lips rising into a smile, before wrapping his hands around the backs of Leo and Connie’s heads and pulling them all together again. Leo closed his eyes, leaning into the wet slide of lips and tongues without another thought, Connie’s face forgotten almost instantly. 

Shane started cheering louder, joining the Islanders escalating chants. Troy had stopped avoiding Scott, his hand now gripping his hair as he pressed hard against him, Cici grinding against Troy’s other thigh. Troy’s hand moved over her ass, tracing up and down her body, turning briefly to give her more of his lips before tilting back to Scott. Shane thought he heard a small whimper from Troy as he leaned deeper into Scott’s kiss, Scott’s fingertips leaving half-moons in the small of his back. 

Shane’s phone chimed. “Yes! Point to Casa! We’re only one point behind now!”

Cici started jumping up and down, throwing her arms around Scott and Troy. They leaned into a brief group hug, Shane studying as Troy’s eyes flickered up at Scott for a moment before glancing away hurriedly. 

Lexi’s phone chimed. “Okay! An international player should kiss the Islander with the best tattoos, in bed!”

Rose glared at Shane. “Hello? Mr. Competitive? Go!”

“Oh, fuck, Canada counts, right.” Shane’s gaze stuttered, landing on J.J. 's sizable arms, a dark snake weaving around his elbow and bicep. 

“You, let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.” J.J. gave him a lopsided grin, reaching out for Shane’s hand and letting himself be yanked upstairs.

“...best tattoos, in bed!” 

Svetlana went to stand up and Ilya cut her off with a shake of his head. She arched an eyebrow. 

“Competing with the Canadian?”

“Замолчи. Я просто пытаюсь победить.”

“If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” She sat down, crossing her arms. 

Ilya motioned to Hudson, his skin dusted all over with tiny assorted tattoos, like an ink version of Shane’s freckles. Hudson jumped up with a grin, racing Ilya up the stairs to the bedroom, the other Islanders not far behind.

Ilya paused in the doorway, hit with Shane’s absence. He took a sharp right, pushing Hudson onto Hayden and Jackie’s bed instead, pinning his arms above his head. Hudson flexed his arms, testing Ilya’s grip, and gave him a cheeky smile. 

“Spit in my mouth.”

Ilya jerked back for a second. Hudson nodded to confirm, eager.

“Yeah. Spit in my mouth. Style points, right?”

He didn’t wait for Ilya to respond, merely tilted his head up as he lowered his jaw, tongue unraveling beneath Ilya. Ilya bit back the ridiculous thought that he should be doing this with Shane first, as if he and Shane had any true claim to each other’s firsts. As if this was some romantic gesture he was giving away.

Ilya made himself stop thinking. He pursed his lips, slowly dripping a stream of spit to Hudson beneath him and following it with a harsh hawking glob, some saliva splattering over Hudson’s cheek. Ilya watched as Hudson took it, swallowed, and opened his mouth again, tongue sliding out clean. Ilya felt himself twitch. He leaned down with a growl, parting Hudson’s lips open as he ground harder against him. Hudson met him there, tongue already sliding past to meet his, limbs open and pliant beneath Ilya.

Ilya kept his eyes shut, listening to the whoops of the Islanders gathered around them as they tossed out suggestions and cheered them on. He released Hudson’s wrists, allowing him to grab Ilya’s ass as the Islanders demanded, Leo’s voice the loudest. But Hudson ran his hands over Ilya’s arms first, lips crooning up to him, his fingertips settling over Ilya’s wrists. 

Ilya felt Hudson’s warm grasp around the band of his watch and jerked back, his own face as surprised as Hudson’s beneath him. Ilya tried to fake it off, tossing a smirk onto his face and leaning back down to continue the kiss. His tongue now felt like lead, mechanic as he tried to remember how kissing even worked. Hudson seemed oblivious beneath him, his hands still roaming over Ilya’s body like burns to his skin. Ilya lasted another few seconds before stumbling back to break contact, his hand grasping his own wrist, gripping the Rolex there. 

Hudson sat up, his shirt askew, hair falling into his eyes with a question. 

Svetlana had enough kindness not to look at him. She said nothing when, after an agonizing few seconds of Ilya leaning back against his own bed, Shane’s name still in cursive on the base, Javi’s phone finally broke the silence and he announced that they had lost.

Shane sprinted with J.J. up the stairs. He took the wrong turn at first, his body still back at the Villa, before shoving J.J. onto the nearest bed in the new bedroom. Shane could feel the thundering of footsteps behind him, the presence of an audience doing something to him even before his lips met J.J.’s. 

Shane slid eagerly on top of J.J., running his hands up the man’s firm biceps. J.J. gripped the small of his back, pressing him closer as Shane’s hips started making small thrusts almost despite himself. One more point and they would be tied. One more point that Ilya would know Shane had won for Casa. One more point that would prove he was desirable, that he was skilled, that he was good. 

J.J. pulled at his bottom lip and Shane threw back his head with a moan, almost laughing in delirium. This time last summer he hadn’t even admitted he liked men, not even to himself, and now- 

J.J. leaned up on one hand, pumping his hips in a slow roll, the other hand pulling Shane back to his lips. 

“Hot!” Cici whooped somewhere out of sight, Shane’s dick twitching slightly at the reminder. “Take your clothes off!”

The Islanders let out another fresh round of cheering as Shane peeled up J.J.’s top, his lips kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. He whirled the shirt around his head like a trophy before tossing it into the corner with a laugh. His body only ever felt like this on the ice. Muscles activated, mind clear, the only input pure sensation. J.J. flipped Shane so he was below, yanking his shirt off over his head and stretching the soft cotton in a knot around Shane’s wrists. 

Shane’s breath caught as J.J. pushed him down hard, his body heavy over him as he lowered fully onto Shane, lips finding his once more. Shane was somewhere both in and out of the room, the tightness of his wrists tied together mixing with the happy shouts of the Islanders around them, everyone watching him, praising him, cheering him on. J.J.’s tongue flicked out of Shane’s mouth, drawing down his throat instead, and Shane felt himself sinking down and floating up further, both at the same time, everything expanding everywhere. Without trying to, Shane flashed back to that first kiss with Ilya. His wrists handcuffed. His eyes blindfolded. How Ilya had pressed himself against Shane like he already knew exactly how to handle him. 

Shane let out a moan, J.J.’s kisses going lower, tongue tracing his collarbone. Somewhere in his mind, Shane tried to remember to bring this up with Ilya, that they definitely needed to find a pair of handcuffs in the Villa, that they should recreate their first kiss maybe ten times each day. 

J.J.’s lips circled Shane’s nipple and his thoughts were gone again, J.J.’s fingers warm against Shane’s chest as he moved his mic off his neck, tongue licking back upwards. Shane murmured J.J.’s name, hips arching, sure he would start babbling soon if he didn’t get more. J.J laughed softly against Shane’s skin, lips parting at the dip above Shane’s collarbone. He let out a slow lap of his tongue, Shane shivering in delight, and then wrapped his lips around the cross circling Shane’s neck, drawing it into his mouth as his lips curved up in a smile. 

Shane felt the weight shift around his throat. Consciousness slammed back into him at once, his body shooting up so fast his head collided with J.J., a dull pain spreading across Shane’s forehead. 

J.J. started to say something, his own hand gripping his temple, but Lexi let out a squeal.

“Point to Casa! We’re tied!”

Rose’s phone chimed. “Islanders! To determine who wins this challenge and earns a party, all Islanders must immediately get into a sex position and kiss like it’s your last night on earth!”

The group let out screams as they ran back downstairs, Shane’s hand somehow in J.J.’s as he was pulled downstairs. The lawn was a blur of limbs and gyrating bodies. 

J.J. was asking him something. Shane managed a shrug and J.J. cautiously laid him down flat, wrapping Shane’s legs around his waist as he stimulated thrusting. 

Shane let himself be kissed, J.J’s lips more hesitant now, less urgent. 

Someone’s phone went off. 

Scott was shouting. 

“Point to Casa! We win! We win!”

Shane was swept into the group hug, everyone jostling each other, everyone now somehow caring. 

Only Rose looked at him with questioning eyes, Shane’s face still blank. She parted her lips to say something. 

The sky exploded, fireworks painting the night sky in their victory, Ilya’s necklace heavy against Shane’s neck. 

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…both villas receive a very special video to see what their better halves have been up to! Or should we say, worse halves? If a picture says a thousand words, just imagine what a video can do…

Chapter End Notes

Translation:
Заткнись. Я просто пытаюсь выиграть.
Shut up. I'm just trying to win.

fyi that serge is connor's clown/snl stripper character, bless his sexy battered heart
yes i brought in characters from another work of mine even though it makes no sense because different universes shh
and finally, in my head, i like to think that a hookup with ilya rozanov increases your likelihood of being gay by 10000% i want his roster to look like a pride parade

Chapter 15

Chapter Summary

basically the heated rivalry club scene only we're on a sex-themed reality tv show and ilya is doing more than tonguing ears through hoops

Chapter Notes

tw for characters being concerned about a potential lack of consent in the beginning of this chapter (did not actually happen but in case the concern itself is triggering, take care of yourselves!)

highly recommend blasting tatu during this read, it's kinda the whole vibe. sad angsty boners all around. god help a bisexual russian terminator with attachment issues, sex as his only coping skill, and no developed frontal lobe to manage impulsivity with smh

Shane raised his glass to everyone else’s in celebration, clinking together on autopilot. He caught Rose’s gaze, her face illuminated by fireworks, but shook his head firmly at her as he placed down his glass and slipped away.

Shane speedwalked inside, his empty hands starting to shake. The new villa was still unfamiliar and disorienting. The layout was similar enough to be even more jarring when things weren’t where he’d come to expect. None of the rooms held Ilya.

Shane made it to the bathroom just in time, splashing cold water over his face before sinking down to the floor, his knees pressing against his chest. His chest was burning with tightness, his breath hot against his kneecaps. Shane’s fingers scrambled against the golden chain around his neck, tears beginning to leak out the corners of his eyes.

“Hey, man, um, are you okay?”

Shane looked up through a blur. Scott Hunter towered over him. Shane let out another high-pitched sob, starting to laugh hysterically as he pressed his face back into his knees. 

Scott’s hand hovered in the air over his back as he sunk down to Shane’s level. 

“Hey, hey, Shane. I know I irritate you for whatever reason, but I’m here, okay? Did…did J.J. do something to you? Listen, just because we were doing a challenge doesn’t mean people can touch however they want.”

Shane rocked forward slightly, letting his shoulder lean against Scott’s chest. Scott’s hand lowered, palm making contact and moving in firm circles over his back. Scott stopped speaking, letting Shane focus on his breath. His inhales decreased. His exhales stretched out. 

Finally, Shane let out a long breath, shifting out of Scott’s embrace and straightening his legs over the cool tile floor.

“Sorry. No. It wasn’t, with J.J., it was nothing like that.”

“Okay. You don’t have to apologize.” Scott studied him, watching as Shane nervously toyed with the necklace. “I’m here if you ever want to talk, though. Even if I’m sure Ilya would hate that.”

At the sound of Ilya’s name, Shane burst into tears all over again. He raised his palms over his eyes, shaking his head to try to throw off the sobs.

“Whoa, shit Shane, I’m sorry! You’re missing him, is that it?”

Shane nodded, forcing out a few cracked words.

“I feel so fucking guilty.”

Scott’s hand returned to his back, voice thoughtful. “Hey, sure, that makes sense. Everyone can tell you two really like each other.” 

Shane lowered his head between his knees, voice muffled. “Well, he’s not going to like me anymore.”

“Shane.” Scott laughed. “That man is obsessed with you. And we’re supposed to kiss other people. Testing the relationship, right? If anything, the fact that you did all that and still can only think about Ilya shows where your head’s at. You know?”

Shane sniffed. “Really?”

“Really. And I’m sure he’s doing the same thing. Testing the connection and then pouting that it’s not you.” Scott grinned playfully. 

Shane shoved him, wiping his eyes with his other hand. 

“Shut up. You’re the worst.”

“I’m actually the best.” Scott smiled wider. “And listen, if you need more incredible kisses from me to fully test what you have with Ilya, I can try to help you out. Again.”

“Shut up.” Shane rolled his eyes, letting out a loud sniff.

Scott’s hand fluttered up to Shane’s face, thumb briefly wiping away the last of Shane’s tears.

“There he is.” Scott smiled, softer. “I am glad everything’s okay. Now you better come down and celebrate after being such a fucking tyrant during the game.”

Shane took the hand Scott offered and stood up, eyebrows furrowing. “I wasn’t being a tyrant, I was being encouraging. People needed to get their heads in the game. And which villa won, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah, Hollander.”

They headed down the stairs, running into Rose on the way up. She paused, looking at Scott suspiciously. Shane gave her a small smile.

“He was being…helpful.”

Scott opened his mouth in mock surprise, clasping Shane on the back.

“Never thought I’d see the day. I’ll leave you two to it.”

Scott continued down the stairs, disappearing back to the party. Rose sighed, taking in Shane’s splotchy face. 

“I know you didn’t want to talk. But...”

Shane exhaled. “Sorry. I was trying to…I don’t know. Keep it together?”

She leaned against the wall, voice soft.

“What happened? Scott helped?”

“Surprisingly, yes.” Shane snorted, rubbing his palms over his face. “Ugh. Rose. It’s all just a lot.”

“It is.” Rose looked at him with concern, pouting. “My poor Shanebug. If you want me to sleep outside with you tonight, I will. Tiff can survive alone.”

“You’re sharing a bed with Tiff tonight? What about Svetlana?” 

Rose leaned back from Shane, raising her eyebrows. He cleared his throat. 

“Sorry, uh, that came out judgmental.”

“You think?” Rose scoffed. “Svetlana and I talked about things before Casa. We want the most out of this experience, so yeah, I’m exploring all my options. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss her just as much as you miss Ilya.” She gave Shane a small smile. “It also doesn’t mean you have to move like I’m moving. Do whatever feels right for you.”

She reached out to squeeze his hand.

“Do you feel up to joining the party? Or do you need somewhere quiet for a bit?”

“No, I think I can…I want to apologize to J.J.”

Rose winced. “Yeah, he’s a bit worried he did something wrong.”

“Fuck. Okay. I’ll talk to him.”

“You can always talk to me too, you know.” She squeezed his hand one more time. “You don’t have to always keep it together.”

“Yeah. I know.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Sure, sure, you know.” She bumped his shoulder, tugging him down the stairs with her. “I mean it, though.”

“You made it!” J.J. approached Shane at once, champagne flute in hand, and then backed up a step immediately, almost tripping over his own feet.

“Yeah, sorry.” Shane smiled at the man’s eagerness. “Listen, I want to say, you didn’t do anything wrong earlier. I was, uh, having a moment.”

“Oh, thank god.” J.J. exhaled, raking over Shane’s face. “I thought maybe I did too much? Went too fast, or too far, for just a challenge?”

“It wasn’t just a challenge, but-”

J.J. tilted his head, starting to smile. “Not just a challenge…?”

“Oh. Like, winning mattered.” Shane flushed. “But kissing you was, um, very nice as well. Even though it was in a challenge.”

“Shit.” J.J. laughed. “I was getting ahead of myself, huh?”

“Not necessarily.” Shane scuffed at the ground. “You’re definitely a good kisser.”

J.J. scratched his neck, looking around the gathering before stepping closer. 

“All right. So…if me and you are okay, and I’m definitely a good kisser, would you want to share a bed tonight? No funny business if you’re not in the headspace for it. I’d just like to get to know you better in here, if you want.”

A tingle went up Shane’s spine. He bit into his bottom lip, looking at J.J.

“Um. Yeah. I’d…I would be okay with that. Even some funny business, maybe.” He felt the heat rising in his cheeks. “Only, um, it may sound weird, but, this necklace is really important to me. And I don’t want anyone touching it at all, if that’s okay?”

J.J.’s eyes widened. “Fuck, of course, man. I’m so sorry I did that.”

“You didn’t know.” Shane shrugged, avoiding J.J.’s eyes. “Actually, I’ll probably take it off for safekeeping. I don’t want anything happening to it.”

“Totally.” J.J. swallowed nervously. “Makes sense.”

“Okay.” Shane gave a tight nod. “I’m going to do that. But then I’ll be back. And then we can go for a chat.”

“Sure.” J.J. looked at him, eyes serious. “Take your time, Shane.”

Shane gave him a smile and slipped back upstairs, the noise fading the farther he ascended. He walked into the dressing room, unclasping the necklace with trembling hands. He looked at it for a moment, thumb tracing the gold, and then gently slid it into his Rolex case where the watch he left behind had been. Shane closed the case and placed it back in his suitcase, hand sliding over it once almost like a blessing before zipping everything up.

Shane stepped away, neck feeling strangely naked, and took some deep breaths by himself. Casa Amor did not last forever. He exhaled, and told himself it again. He imagined the old Villa. His old routine. His…He imagined Ilya. 

Casa Amor did not last forever. 

Hayden hauled his duvet over his shoulder, glancing at Ilya. 

“You coming?”

“Yes, relax, Pike, I know you are so excited to sleep together.”

Hayden huffed, cheeks burning slightly. 

“Shut up, I take back saying you could crash on the daybeds with me.” 

Hayden turned and headed for the stairs, Ilya laughing at his back. Humming, Ilya yanked the duvet off his bed and went to grab Shane’s pillow. Shane had only slept there half a night before leaving for Casa, but still, Ilya considered it Shane’s, despite it smelling only of plain cotton which was more disappointing than Ilya wanted to admit.

Ilya lifted Shane’s pillow and paused, revealing photo strips resting against the mattress. Ilya dropped the pillow on the bed and peered closer. There were all the pictures they had taken together. The most recent strip Ilya remembered, and of course the ones with their fake engagement rings after the challenge. But there were also the ones from earlier days, like the afternoon they had almost napped away before Ilya got restless and manhandled Shane in the photobooth, pressing him against the wall as the lights flashed. There was even their first ever photostrip together, where Rose and Svetlana had squished them all into the booth, Shane flushed red and trying hard not to stare at Ilya in every shot, Ilya muscling closer and closer in each progressive frame. 

Ilya exhaled, his chest expanding as a smile crept across his face. 

“Ooh, what’s got you blushing?" Hudson cocked his hip in the doorway of the bedroom, a facemask plastered over his skin. 

“Nobody. Shut up. I can see your pores from here.” Ilya hid the photos beneath his pillow, scowling. Hudson let out a high-pitched cry and hurried back to the bathroom. 

Javi snorted from his bed, Dakota already snuggled under one arm. Svetlana, in bed next to Javi’s ex, gave Ilya a once over as he passed by, checking in. He gave her a nod and continued on, glad he wouldn’t have to hear whatever noises Leo made with Serge that night. The two of them were both in leopard print pajamas, cuddling as Serge explained the stories behind each of his scars, Leo already letting out loud giggles as he traced Serge’s skin.

Outside, the brisk air hit Ilya’s bare chest, his neck feeling strangely exposed. He shivered as he dumped his duvet down on the daybed next to Hayden, who was already turned on one side.

“Wow, asleep already? No wonder boring Shane Hollander likes you.”

“So you admit he likes me?” Hayden rolled over with a smirk. Ilya hit his face with a pillow, not at all softly. “Ow, the fuck, man!”

Ilya smiled, leaning back against the daybed. He looked up at the sky for a moment, exhaling. 

“You and Shane.”

“Ugh, for the millionth time, he obviously likes you the most. Do you just like hearing me say it?”

“Yes.” Ilya’s grin widened before faltering somewhat. “But. You talk a lot, I mean. With Shane.”

“Yeah…? We’re friends?” Hayden raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you talk to your friends?”

Ilya made a face. “Not especially. We sort of…guess. Instead of saying the things. But Shane likes when things are said.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty straightforward that way.”

“Mm.” Ilya nodded, considering. 

Hayden studied Ilya, propping himself up on his shoulder. “Wait. Are you…are you asking me how to talk to your boyfriend?”

“He is not my boyfriend.” Ilya countered hotly. 

Hayden looked ahead again, hiding his smile. 

“Whatever you say, man.” 

He darted a look at Ilya, clearing his throat. 

“I noticed Shane gets in his head about social stuff a lot. So sometimes I like to share more about myself until he’s comfortable joining in, or ask him specific questions so he doesn’t have to stress about where to start. And if you say literally anything about hockey, he’ll talk your ear off, but you probably already know that. Um, what else…yeah, I mean, probably just say things out loud even if you think it’s obvious already. And if nothing else, say his hockey talent makes you want to have gay sex and I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“I didn’t ask for your advice, Pike.”

Hayden snorted, sighing. “Okay, Rozanov.” He heard the daybed shift as Ilya turned on his side, pulling the duvet up to his shoulders.

“Thank you.”

Hayden grinned at the night sky.

“You’re welcome, Ilya.”

“And I hope you’re not calling Shane talented and saying you want to fuck him. It would be such a shame if all your bones were to break overnight.”

“Jesus Christ. I regret letting you sleep out here.” Hayden muttered.

“Sweet dreams, little Pike. Don’t let your bones break.”

“That’s not how the saying goes, Rozanov.”

“If you say so.” Ilya hummed innocently, the stars twinkling above them.

Over at Casa, Shane tried not to toss and turn next to J.J. He had given Shane a brief sweet goodnight kiss and then fallen asleep almost immediately. Shane’s brain was still racing far too much for sleep to come. The guilt came as steady as his heartbeat. Guilt over the necklace. Guilt over J.J. sleeping beside him instead. Guilt over Jackie sleeping outside all alone, apparently more faithful than Shane. 

Shane woke up feeling more settled. The bedroom was becoming more familiar, the mix of new and old faces in the space less jarring. He yawned, some of his sleep having been interrupted by the kissing sounds coming from Rose and Tiff’s bed near daybreak. 

Shane let J.J. lean over and draw him into a slow kiss, their lips curving up in matching smiles as the kiss deepened.

“Careful…” Shane warned.

“What if I don’t want to be?” J.J. raised his eyebrows, one hand trailing down Shane’s torso in a question.

Shane let out a small groan, stopping J.J.’s hand reluctantly. 

“I am testing my connection. But I don’t want to be disrespectful about it.” 

“Understood.” J.J. withdrew his hand at once, laughing at Shane’s obvious pout. “Hey. Just say the word if you change your mind.”

J.J. slipped out of bed. Shane threw his arms over his eyes, his morning wood still at attention. Miles’s eyes flickered over him with a growing smile as Shane flushed, scrambling up to change into something thicker than his pajama bottoms.

Ilya squinted at the sun, forgetting for a moment where he was. He rolled over, spotting Hayden asleep next to him, and paused for a moment before letting out a loud  bellowing scream. 

“Jesus, man, what the fuck!” Hayden shot up, covering his ears.

Ilya laid back, giggling. “Ah, so sorry. Gave me such a fright, waking up next to such an ugly man. Has never happened to me before.”

“You are literally the worst.” Hayden groaned, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. 

“And Shane still likes me more. What does that say about you, Pike?”

“It says Shane must have shit taste.” Hayden scooped up his duvet, heading upstairs. “Get your own daybed tonight, Rozanov!”

“Never. Who will I cuddle, sweet Pike?” Ilya crooned, laughing as the tips of Hayden’s ears went red. 

Ilya took his time getting ready. It was strange not making breakfast for anyone. The others were trying to suck up to the new arrivals, but Ilya already knew he wasn’t recoupling with anyone other than Shane. And he didn’t need to make any avocado toast to rack up hookups to test their connection. Marly was already leaning over the countertop, his eyes trailing slowly over Ilya’s bare torso. Ilya gave him a lazy grin, stretching purposefully so he could scratch a hand down the vee of his groin.

“I got a text!” Svetlana’s voice rang out from the balcony upstairs. She untangled herself from Javi’s ex and squinted closer. 

“Oh. Shit. It’s a video from Casa Amor!”

The Islanders glanced at each other, then all made a mad dash upstairs, swarming Svetlana where she stood. She held out her small phone screen best she could, everyone’s shoulders jostling for position as they gazed down at it. She swallowed, and then pressed play.

The video showed a series of brief vignettes. There was Jackie miming reverse cowgirl on top of Troy, other Islanders visible on the lawn behind her. There was nightcam footage of Rose and Tiff in bed together, intertwined with kisses. A close-up of Scott’s tongue sliding into Kip’s mouth. Then footage of Shane reclining in bed, eyes wide at J.J. above him. J.J.’s tongue as it looped around the necklace. Shane’s lips moving, audio loud enough to hear him say J.J.’s name. A brief shot in grainy night vision, their noses skimming in bed as they kissed, necklace now gone from sight. 

The video cut off. No one said anything for a second. 

“Can’t believe Scott’s moving on already…” Leo said shakily with a laugh, eying Ilya.

“Play it again.” Ilya’s voice was low. Coiled.

Svetlana looked at him. He reached past her, pressing play himself, the Islanders uneasily watching the video again.

“Head up, Hayd, that was clearly a challenge.” Connie patted Hayden’s back reassuringly as he braced through Jackie riding on top of Troy.

Connie continued. “And Svet-”

“Don’t.” She gave him an icy look. “Rose and I agreed to explore. I don’t need anyone’s pity. Did anyone forget I had Zara in my bed last night? Do I need to remind anyone, louder, perhaps?”

Zara giggled from the outside of the huddle, twirling her hair. 

The group fell silent as Shane reappeared on screen. Marly cleared his throat from where he peered over Javi’s shoulder. 

“That’s fucked up, man.”

“Yeah, like, obviously I’m sex positive.” Hudson winced. “But…that’s brutal.”

“Everyone. Shut. Up.” Ilya grabbed Svetlana’s phone out of her hand, stalking off so he could watch again in private. 

Ilya played it on repeat until he had memorized everything he needed to. Shane’s eyes, wide like they got for Ilya, but apparently not only for Ilya. Shane’s lips, murmuring a name that was not his. His fucking mother’s necklace, used like a prop for foreplay and then discarded. Just like Ilya. Shane in bed with that man while Ilya slept outside with the mosquitos and Hayden Pike. 

This is why his stomach had ached when the words about his mother spilled out on their date. This is why he kept things simple, so no one could gut him and laugh as he bled.

Shane was having fun?  

Ilya could have more.

He strode outside, people quieting as he passed by. He stopped in front of the beanbags, his broad back blocking the sun. He gazed down at Leo and Hudson, arching his brow.

“Want to fuck?”

Leo’s mouth dropped open. “Me? Or him?” He scrambled upright, beanbag slipping below him. “Cause I mean, always, yes, but…”

Hudson reached up to squeeze Ilya’s forearm, his brows scrunched. “Hey, listen sexy. You can talk about how you’re feeling, okay? As men, we’re told to repress all these things, but this is a safe space, all right?”

Ilya stared down at him, not blinking. “How I am feeling is like I want you to suck my dick.”

Hudson swallowed, eyes falling to Ilya’s tight shorts. “Yeah, yes, that is definitely a feeling. That I share.”

“And me too! Right?” Leo craned forward, trying to get into Ilya’s eyesight.

“Yes, of course. I love desperate sluts. Now follow.” Ilya snapped.

Leo hopped up eagerly, pulling Hudson up behind him. They trailed Ilya like ducklings, whispering excitedly to each other. 

Svetlana was leaving the photobooth with Zara when Ilya entered on the way to the Speakeasy. She let out a breath.

“Ilyusha…”

“Your phone.” He tossed it at her, not daring to look at her face. “I saw enough.”

Svetlana started to say something else, but Ilya was already inside, the door slamming shut behind Hudson and Leo.

“Sit.”

They practically scrambled to sit on the couch in front of him. Ilya felt his muscles unclench slightly for the first time all morning. 

“Such good boys. So cute how you are holding hands.”

Hudson and Leo glanced at each other, flushing. Ilya took two purposeful steps backwards, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. He raised his jaw.

“Now kiss. Show me how much you like each other.”

They hesitated, checking in with one another, and then Hudson leaned forward. He closed the distance gradually, the first kiss almost chaste. And then they were both scooting closer, Leo’s mouth opening hungrily as Hudson’s tongue dipped inside, his hands grabbing Hudson’s biceps.

“So good.” Ilya crooned, sauntering closer. 

They pulled apart, lips red, eyes tracking him for further instructions. Ilya’s voice grew serious for a moment.

“Limits. Say red or tap me twice. Yes?”

The two men nodded like bobbleheads.

“Such fast learners.” Ilya chucked under their chins. His fingers lingered, sliding down their necks. 

“Because I can be rough.” 

Leo shivered. Ilya grinned. 

“I can be mean.”

 Leo bit back a whimper, his lips chasing Ilya’s thumb.

“But I have a feeling we will have a great time together. Yes?”

He laughed at their fast nods, the sound fading as he glanced down at his wrist. He strode over to a side table, unclasping his Rolex. 

“Strip for me.” 

Ilya tossed the watch onto the table, the clink of contact loud in his ears. He turned sharply, forcing himself to not to check for any scratches. 

 Hudson and Leo’s clothing was tossed at their feet, both of them fully nude and eager. Ilya’s fingers twitched at the mess of clothes, unfolded before him. His voice came out rough as his eyes dragged upwards.

“So. Ever been to Paris?”

Shane stretched out on a lounger, eyeing J.J. on the beanbags across the lawn laughing with Lexi. 

“Should I even bother?” Miles laughed lightly, glancing at Shane from his lounger. “I have a feeling I’m at the bottom of a growing list.”

“Sorry, no.” Shane cleared his throat, pushing a smile to his face. “I’m listening.”

Miles raised his eyebrows, still grinning, and continued on. 

“I was just saying your mom has started livetweeting every episode. It’s very entertaining.”

“Jesus.” Shane rubbed his face.

Miles reached out, batting his arm with a laugh.

“No, seriously, she’s hilarious. It’s nothing bad, promise.”

“Did you pull me for a chat so you could cozy up to my mom?” Shane tossed Miles a grin, shaking his head. 

Miles took a long seductive sip of his water bottle, eye contact not wavering.

“I mean…maybe. Can your dad fight?”

Shane was interrupted by Scott standing up from a daybed, Kip sliding off his lap.

“Got a textttt!” 

Rose and Tiff hoisted themselves out of the pool, Rose making sure to shake her hair just close enough to Shane so that he was sprayed with a cool mist.

“Oh, fuck you.”

Rose laughed. “Nah, you wouldn’t let me!” 

Shane scowled, letting Miles link their arms together and pull them closer to the crowd growing around Scott.

“It looks like a video.” Scott tried to angle it so everyone could see, Kip reaching over his shoulder and pressing play.

Shane studied the tiny screen. Grainy black-and-white footage showed Svetlana in bed with a blonde woman, arm wrapped tight around her waist. Next was a zoomed-in shot of Hayden, wet and soaking, his tongue exploring the mouth of a ripped, bearded man with no small amount of passion. Shane cleared his throat, the image doing things to him he tried to quickly distract himself from, lest it become obvious to everyone around him too. And then it cut to choppy film of the Speakeasy, video lingering on Leo and another man, their chests bare, followed by a shot of the Rolex lying on a table. There was a final cut of Ilya’s back, his low voice echoing: want to fuck?

The video paused. Jackie was blinking hard as Cici rubbed her back. Rose was chewing her lip but seemed composed. Shane didn’t realize he was still staring at the blank screen until Scott lowered his phone, waving gently in front of Shane’s eyes.

“Hey…you good, man? That can’t have been easy to see…or hear…”

Shane swallowed, shaking his head. “No. It’s fine. We’re testing our connection. That’s how the show works.”

Everyone’s eyes looked towards Rose, who let out a long exhale. 

“Right…but Shane…that looked like…”

“They edit stuff like this all the time.” Shane’s voice cut through her. “This is why I watched every past season. So I could be prepared for this kind of thing. Producers want drama, I get it, but I’m not going to be goaded into a reaction. You can’t even see Ilya saying those words. It could easily be out of context or a frakenbite.” Shane shook his head harder. “He didn’t even kiss anyone in the clip, so, really, like, what’s the big deal?”

Rose lowered her eyes. “Sure, you’re right. It’s probably edited worse than it is.”

“Yeah. Exactly.” Shane let out a harsh exhale. “We’re both exploring. That’s it. In fact, I hope he’s exploring so I don’t have to feel guilty about giving everyone here a fair shot at returning to the Villa like they deserve.”

“Well, I definitely think your hope has come true…” Scott muttered. 

Shane ignored him. He turned to Miles, jerking his head to the loungers. 

“C’mon, Miles. Let’s finish our chat.”

Miles gave him a hesitant smile but followed behind him, Shane’s breath still coming fast as he strode in front. So Ilya took off the Rolex. Maybe like the necklace, he wanted to keep it safe. Shane wouldn’t let the producers get in his head. He wouldn’t let himself get in his head. Not anymore. Not when Ilya had reassured him every step of the way. 

They were allowed to explore. They were allowed to test. And maybe Shane would indulge in that just a bit more now that he could assume Ilya was doing the same. There was no reason for his stomach to feel sick. He couldn’t trust video clips thrown together, edited who knows how, but he could trust Ilya. He could trust what they had.

“Just so into each other, hmm?” Ilya smirked, watching as Leo straddled Hudson on the couch, their moans starting to magnify as they rocked against each other. “Come here now, Leo.”

He gestured Leo closer, pulling him to stand against his chest, Hudson on the other side. The two of them lavished Leo’s body for a moment as he swayed between them. Ilya’s lips swept down his neck, hands grounding Leo by the small of his back. His fingertips skimmed Hudson’s, both of them tracing palms over Leo’s ass. Hudson’s hands rose over Leo’s pecs, fingertips brushing his nipples and making him squirm. Ilya let out a chuckle at that, his throat vibrating against Leo’s cheek, before he swallowed and stepped back.

“All fours.” He snapped, Leo falling to his knees at once. 

“Yes, Ilya.”

Ilya stilled, the room tilting briefly back into the room with Shane, Shane’s voice calling his name.

“No.” He pulled his hand back, letting a small slap ring out over Leo’s ass, studying his face for any needed check-in. 

“Yes…sir?” Leo panted, eyes closed in pleasure.

“Better.” Ilya removed his hands and walked around Leo’s crouched body to the couch, each step slow and intentional. He let himself collapse into the cushions, kicking his ankles up to rest on Leo’s bare back. He heard another whimper leak out Leo’s mouth. 

“Hudson.” Ilya crooned. “Why don’t you open Leo up now? So he can be more useful to us than a footrest?”

 Hudson let loose a lopsided grin, sliding down between the backs of Leo’s thighs. Ilya tilted his head back, eyes drifting closed. He could hear the wet licks of Hudson’s tongue, Leo’s pitched cries echoing in return. Still, the room throbbed with whispers of Shane’s voice.

you’re mine/i’m yours/you’re mine/i’m yours

Ilya felt his cock harden with the memory. How Shane had practically mauled his neck, his lip-suctioned bruises a collar, marking Ilya as Shane’s for everyone to see. 

Ilya straightened, leaning forward. Hudson was three fingers deep, cheeks flushed pink as a light sheen of sweat dripped off his skin.

“Very good.” Ilya smirked, Leo already far gone. “My turn.” He snapped at Hudson.

Ilya walked to where Leo was resting on his forearms, face half-collapsed into the rug. The sight of Ilya’s feet seemed to revive him, his tongue slipping out desperate and wet, tracing up his leg. Leo got to his dick eagerly, Hudson joining him a moment later, their mouths combining, tongues tangling as they licked up and down.

Ilya let out a low groan, the sensation finally erasing any other thoughts, any other memories. After a few minutes, he let Hudson roll the condom on with his teeth, sending a silent thanks to the producers who kept every room stocked with supplies. He glanced down, running a rough hand through the man’s thick hair, and Hudson flicked his gaze up, a cocky smile around his lips. Ilya looked away immediately, the eyes not Shane’s, the face all wrong. 

He pulled out of Hudson’s mouth, walking over to kneel behind Leo.

“Are you ready for me, Leo? I need to hear you say it.”

“...ready, sir…” Leo’s voice was breathless, his cries breathing through as soon as Ilya pushed in.

Ilya stilled inside him, tutting.

“Hudson, I think Leo needs something to fill his mouth, no?”

Hudson knelt and lifted Leo’s chin up, letting out a low gasp as Leo leaned forward eagerly. Ilya reached for Hudson’s hands, gripping them as he thrust back in, Leo bobbing back and forth between them on all fours. 

Ilya could feel Hudson’s gaze across from him, his gasps ticking up as Leo’s mouth rode up and down on his cock. Hudson’s hands squeezed his, pulsing like a heartbeat. Ilya kept his eyes down on Leo between them, that wide plane of flesh that could’ve been anyone, an unremarkable spine, a body just like the other bodies he had been with before and would be with again.

“You like that, don’t you Leo?” 

Leo’s response came out muffled against Hudson’s dick. Ilya increased his pace, pelvis pounding into Leo beneath him.

“Desperate, aren’t you? Such a pathetic little thing.” 

Ilya felt Leo clench around his cock, words coming out faster now as he drove in and out of him. 

“No shame. Here on your knees for us. You’ll take anything. Anyone. Won’t you?” 

Hudson moaned, Leo sliding him deeper down his throat as Ilya thrust forward behind him. 

“We should pass you around this whole island, Leo. That’s how much of a slut you are. Common property.”

Hudson chimed in, spitting out what passed for his version of dirty talk around his broken moans. Ilya closed his eyes briefly, trying to shut out the distraction. Hudson’s hand slipped slightly in his, the touch nearly tender as his fingers circled Ilya’s bare wrist instead.

Ilya came, suddenly and shortly, the pleasure dissipating almost immediately. He watched Leo tremble beneath him and half-collapse just as Hudson finished in his mouth, Hudson’s hands dropping from Ilya’s to tangle in Leo’s hair. Ilya withdrew slowly, knotting the condom. He shook his body out as he crossed the room to the trashcan, composing his face before turning around. 

Hudson was sitting on the rug, Leo half in his lap. Ilya knelt before them, tilting their faces towards him one at a time.

“Good? Good?”

Hudson grinned, Leo nodding dreamily. Ilya’s eyes dropped to the rug with a tsk. 

“Should have made you come on the laminate. Ah, well.” 

Leo bit his lip, nuzzling further into Hudson’s chest with a smile. Hudson ran a hand through his hair, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. Ilya’s stomach turned. He stood, nodding jerkily. 

“Good.”

He turned his back, their soft murmurs scratching against his ears. Ilya slipped on his clothes and then slipped out the door, the bright sunshine jolting him back to reality. 

Ilya rolled his shoulders back, striding back out to rejoin the Villa. Marly passed him with a grin.

“Sounded like you had fun. We could hear Leo squealing from the kitchen. Count me in next time?” He winked. “Could head to Soul Ties whenever you’re ready to go again...” 

“No.” Ilya’s voice came out harsher than he intended. He covered it with a quick smirk. “I would much rather in the bed. Make everyone listen to how I make you moan instead.”

Marly stepped closer, his chest close enough to skim Ilya’s. “Are you sure it won’t be me making you moan, Rozanov?”

Ilya felt a shudder pass through his body, his smirk softening into a genuine grin. 

“Guess we will find out, Marly.”

“Counting on it, Roz.”

Ilya did not waste time. As soon as the lights cut off overhead that night, his mouth was on Marly’s, the man’s surprise sucked into Ilya’s mouth. Ilya’s body hummed, all his restlessness pouring into the man in his grip, his lips grinding as hard as his hips against the physical contact. He needed more, everything harder. Anything to get out of his mind. 

Hayden’s bed deserted, the only Islander now sleeping outside.

Shane’s pictures under Ilya’s pillow, Marly next to him instead.

Flashes of Leo and Hudson in the Speakeasy, fleeting sensations so different than the bite of Shane against his neck, the fierce, flat way he had said mine. 

Marly grabbed Ilya’s ass, pulling him closer, the tight dig of his fingers tearing Ilya from his thoughts. He palmed at Marly’s sweats, needing more distraction, flares of Shane already going off again inside his brain. Marly yanked down his waistband, springing his cock free, and then reached for Ilya’s, a loud moan escaping as he touched Ilya bare.

“Could y’all shut the fuck up?” Connie tossed a pillow their way, Dakota shifting in bed beside him. “We’re trying to sleep.”

“You shut the fuck up. Enjoy the show.” Ilya bit back, his fingers already curling into fists.

Marly laughed into his mouth, lips moving to cover his again. The agitation rolled off him slightly, Ilya allowing himself to get lost in the stroke of Marly’s hand over both of them. Marly flipped him onto his back, Ilya falling against the pillows as Marly stroked faster, both of them slick with precum now, their hard cocks bobbing together.

Marly leaned into his elbow, free hand pushing down against Ilya’s wrist, pinning him. The sudden weight against his bare pulse broke something loose in his chest. Ilya felt the press of tears, turning his head suddenly into the pillow to stifle the noise, letting out only a low grunt as he came at once into Marly’s fist, Marly following a moment after. Ilya stayed curled on his side, shifting slightly to let Marly wrap a heavy arm around his waist, his face nosing against Ilya’s shoulder. 

Ilya exhaled, not bothering to get up. He would let it dry, a reminder in the morning. Proof of who he wasn’t catering to anymore. Tangible evidence of the distance from what he was leaving behind. 

Marly’s breath steadied behind him, drifting into a light snore. In the darkness, Ilya heard a small clink on the bedside table. He cracked open his eyelids, the face of his Rolex twinkling dimly back. Svetlana’s shadowy profile moved away as she slipped back into bed next to Hudson. The crack in Ilya’s chest widened. He pressed his lips deeper against Shane’s pillow, his fingertips slipping underneath to hold the edge of a photostrip, the polaroid paper slippery in his grip. 

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…the Islanders scramble to solidify connections as the Casa Amor recoupling approaches. New lovebirds might indulge in one last temptation. Playboys might find out how it feels to be played. And sometimes seduction can be a way to be saved…

Chapter End Notes

and you thought hayden's fanmail video was bad! angst before joy wheww

(also in my brain hudson starts doing dirty talk in a bad imitation of ilya's russian accent as like an adhd stim and leo is like yes i love it and ilya is like jesus christ i miss shane so bad FUCK im not allowed to miss shane FUCK i hate my life )

(also also this shane absolutelyyy gets into reality tv as sport, a la the game of roses podcast, and is onto all and any producer manipulation like the pro that he is. ilya not so much.)
(except rip to shane because in this case the producers aren't fucking around and just can't show actual sex tape footage so it's actually worse than shown and not manipulation at allllll my poor shaneyyy)

Chapter 16

Chapter Summary

the islanders make moves in the final day before the casa/villa recoupling

Chapter Notes

Shane woke up with Miles’ arm still thrown around his waist. He sighed sleepily, studying Miles’ profile. Miles seemed like a kind guy, if not a little bland. Shane found he was enjoying having enough experience for once to actually compare. He liked that J.J. was more mischievous than Miles, more likely to initiate even though Shane batted him away. He liked that J.J. looked at him in a way that seemed to go deeper, asked him questions that led to further conversation. Miles was nice. J.J. was interesting. And Ilya - well. Shane told himself he should focus on the people in front of him, at least until Casa was over. 

Shane accepted Miles’ good morning peck, giving him a quick smile as he got out of bed. The other Islanders were already stirring, Rose yawning into Troy’s chest as they snuggled in bed a bit longer. Shane threw his pillow at her face, laughing as she shrieked and threw one back. He frowned at Troy, the man’s eyes fixed on him and Miles since the lights came on. 

Shaking off Troy’s weirdness, Shane jogged downstairs to the kitchen. He thought maybe he’d make J.J. something for breakfast, show that he was taking this time in Casa seriously. But downstairs, J.J. was already seated at the counter, Lexi pressing a strawberry to his lips. She was laughing at something he said around the fruit in his mouth, his hand reaching out to pull her closer. Shane’s stomach fell, his plan shifting. He turned and headed back up the stairs, gradually this time, to get ready for the day instead.

Connie gave Shane a nod as he headed out of the shared bathroom. His eyes averted from the towel around Shane’s waist, his cheeks flushing. Shane blinked, then stepped into the second shower. His skin crawled at the random hairs scattered around the tile. He couldn’t wait to be back home and not have to share one bathroom with a million strangers. 

Shane heard the shower next to him turn on, a low voice humming some half-familiar tune. Shane scrubbed himself quickly, knowing there might be a line forming soon. He stepped out as the other shower turned off, Scott emerging a moment later. 

Shane froze, his hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. Scott looked at him, securing his towel around his waist. 

“Okay there, Shane?”

Shane parted his lips to say something, eyes stuck on the expanse of Scott’s muscular torso. His tongue was thick in his mouth, his days without release suddenly stacking. 

“Um…” Shane’s eyes lingered at Scott’s lips. He pushed on. 

“You said…if I ever wanted to…?”

“Shit.” Scott swept his gaze up and down Shane’s body, starting to grin. “Seriously?” 

Shane shrugged, flushing. “It’s important to -“

“Test the connection, yes, yes, you’ve said.” 

Scott took a step closer, then paused, looking at Shane with concern. 

“I’m getting to know Kip, and I’m feeling serious about it. Is that a problem for you?”

“No, god.” Shane reddened further. “I’m not fucking in love with you or anything! You’re just, hot, or whatever, and I’m away from my -” Shane cut himself off.

Scott’s grin widened. He took another step closer. 

“You just called me hot.”

“Or whatever -“ Shane retorted, words trailing off as Scott gently lifted his jaw. 

Scott studied Shane for a moment as he leaned in, questioning, and Shane didn’t flinch. Scott's skin was cool beneath his touch, Shane’s hands gliding over his arms and chest still wet from the shower. 

Scott moved closer, their lips finding each other. Shane let out a contented moan, his body unfurling into Scott’s solid weight. He liked how Scott squeezed him, arms embracing around him. Shane took note of the give and take, how Scott’s lips would pause, following Shane’s. How he used less tongue than J.J. but more than Miles. How Scott seemed pliant, open to direction. His hands were warm on Shane’s hips but not bracing, his thumbs drawing small circles over the skin there. Shane deepened the kiss, experimenting, one hand threading through Scott’s hair with a brief tug. Scott made a happy little sound, Shane’s mouth twitching at the result. His towel lifted slightly, Shane grabbing at it with one hand as Scott broke the kiss fully, laughing into his shoulder. 

“Shut up.” Shane smiled, rolling his eyes. 

“You know I’m not gonna let you live this down.” Scott eyed Shane’s towel. 

Shane gave a pointed look at Scott’s own towel.

“It’s a miracle Kip likes you. And be grateful I didn't get to him first. Didn’t he say I was his type?” Shane tilted his head innocently. 

Scott made a face. “Okay, shutting up seems wise.” 

Shane shoved his shoulder playfully. “Go get your guy. I know you want to stay here and ogle me, but…”

Scott raised his eyebrows. “Shane Hollander. What has Casa Amor done to you?”

Shane bit his lip, laughing, and strode out of the door into the dressing room, swishing his hips a little just to hear Scott chuckle. 

Once dressed, Shane found Jackie by the pool sunbathing. He dropped into the chair next to her, grinning.

She sat up slightly, lowering her shades. 

“Someone’s got a big smile for so early in the morning.” 

Shane glanced at her, then back at the pool, his voice hushed.

“I had a little makeout with Scott.”

“You dirty dog!” Jackie laughed, taking off her shades completely. “Was it good?”

“Yeah.” Shane smiled wider, then looked at Jackie, turning on his side as he scooted closer to her. “It’s so interesting. Everyone kisses so differently. It’s like…fingerprints. But for kissing?”

Jackie cocked her head. “You are a fascinating person, Shane Hollander.”

“What?” He flushed. “Don’t you feel that way?”

“Mmm…I think I just sort into good or bad. Though maybe at this point, Hayden or not Hayden.”

“Yeah?” Shane gave her a soft smile. “All bad kissers here? Or no Haydens?”

“Both.” Jackie laughed. She lowered her voice, eyes darting around the Villa. “Troy pulled me for a quick chat during breakfast and we did kiss…but I don’t know. There was no chemistry. It felt like kissing you would.”

“Wow, thanks a lot, Jac.”

Jackie covered her face, laughing.

“No, sorry, that sounded bad! I guess I’m missing Hayden a lot. I felt nothing.”

“Yeah…” Shane’s face grew serious. 

“And it doesn’t mean anything to have chemistry with people and still miss your couple.” Jackie rushed the words out. “I’m just saying, for me.”

“Right, of course.”

“And you’re new to…being you. It makes sense to explore!”

“Jackie, it’s okay, really.” Shane gave her a small smile. 

“Okay. I don’t want to make you feel guilty. Especially after-” Jackie cut herself off.

“The video?”

She winced. 

Shane picked at the hem of his swim trunks.

“You think it could be real?”

Jackie didn’t respond for a long moment.

“I don’t know. And I don’t know Ilya too well. Not like you do.”

“But you think it could be.” Shane meant it as a question, but the words came out flat. 

Jackie sighed. 

Shane shook his head, his voice cracking.

“I would freak the fuck out, Jac.”

She reached over, squeezing his hand. 

“I’d freak out with you. But hey, focus on you. You just had a steamy morning makeout!”

“Yeah, for the last time, probably.” Shane laughed, gesturing towards the pergola. “Looks like Scott’s proposing or something.”

Scott was passionately saying something as he sat on the edge of his seat, Kip’s hand clasped in both of his. Kip was nodding at regular intervals, Scott scooting further and further forward until he was nearly crouching in midair. He finished whatever stream of words he had prepared and there was a moment of silence, then a final nod and smile from Kip. Then Scott was springing to his feet, scooping Kip up and spinning him around in a circle. The other Islanders started clapping, something bittersweet blossoming in Shane’s stomach. His hand fluttered to his neck, finding only the mic at his collarbone.

Jackie squinted over. “Think they’re official already?”

“Maybe.” Shane shifted in the chair. “I don’t think we’re supposed to say that until the recoupling though. It’s not good for dramatic tension.”

Jackie snorted. “If hockey doesn’t work out, maybe you have a future as a producer.” 

Jackie laughed. Shane didn’t. She raised her hands in surrender.

“Sorry, take it back. You’ll play hockey until you’re a hundred and three.”

“I better.” Shane stood, stretching. “I guess I should pull some people for chats. And not just because you sent bad hockey karma into the universe.”

“Have fun!” Jackie reached for her shades, reclining back already as Shane headed off.

Ilya woke up feeling disgusting. It wasn’t just the dried cum tangled above his waistband, or the way Cliff’s breath felt too hot on his neck. It was the stuckness of it all. With Sasha, he had been able to call, burn through his feelings with the thrusts of his hips, and be back in his apartment by morning. Each year on his mother’s birthday, he could tick by the late hours in a club with women whose names he wouldn’t remember and didn’t have to feel bad about forgetting by the time daybreak came. He was an expert at ghosting, practiced in the art of slipping into thin air, floating like the smoke from his cigarettes back into the nothingness that he was.

This? Being trapped inside a villa, stuck on a literal island, the bodies around him accumulating like quicksand? Ilya had not done this before. 

He tossed Marly’s meaty hand off his hip, standing quickly. On the way to the bathroom, he grabbed the Rolex from where Svetlana had left it, curling the cool metal in the palm of his fist. 

Ilya spent the morning working out his frustrations in the Villa’s outdoor gym, muscles screaming beneath nonstop reps. Javi and his ex had shared a bed the night before and now were shouting at each other in the kitchen, fridge door slamming. Ilya watched them as his biceps trembled, sweat pouring off his forehead, the Rolex a dead weight in his pocket. Svetlana and Hayden were occupied, recruited to act as waiters for a date Connie planned on the dock with Hudson. Connie was all fresh-faced and embarrassed, his eyes watching Hudson anxiously as each new plate of food arrived, oblivious to the way Hudson’s eyes never strayed from Connie’s face.

Ilya’s weights slammed to the ground, the restlessness burrowing under his skin like ants. It was so cute that Connie was having a gay awakening, so cute that Hudson was all blushy and starry-eyed on his picnic blanket. Good for everyone. 

Ilya collided with Zara on his way to the showers, her legs striding as fast as they could away from Javi. Ilya caught her by the waist, stabilizing her. She glanced up at him, cheeks still heated from her argument, lips parted. The ants swarmed in Ilya’s hands. His eyelids lowered, his lips twitching.

Then Svetlana passed by with an empty plate on her way back to the kitchen, knocking hard into Ilya’s shoulder as she passed. Javi looked up, face twisted.

“Oi! Fuck you doing, Rozanov?” 

Ilya raised his hands off Zara’s waist, dropping his fingers to leave just the middle ones.

“Sorry. Seems your beautiful ex wanted a real man to comfort her.”

“What is your actual problem?” Javi bellowed, stalking closer so they were chest to chest. “I’m sorry Shane is off sucking better cock than yours, but it doesn’t mean you get to act like a dick to everyone else. The fuck, man.”

“What did you just say to me?” Ilya glared down at him, his muscles tensing. 

Svetlana appeared at his elbow, her voice controlled and pushed into false apathy. 

“Zara, if you need a break from Javi, you know you can always find me instead.” She gave her a wink. “Now go shower, Ilyusha, you stink.”

Ilya made a face at her, then exhaled, tearing his eyes from Javi. He ambled on, fingers still twitching at his sides. Dakota was coming down the stairs, having run up to change her bikini. Ilya’s pace slowed incrementally. 

“Ilya! Shower!” 

He hissed, turning. “You are worse than the cameras, Svetlana. Go mind your own business.”

She smiled without humor, flipping him off. 

“Try a long cold shower, babe. Or else I’ll need to chop your dick off for you.”

Dakota snorted, easing past Ilya. She flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“She’s right. You do stink.”

Ilya pretended like the shower cleared his head. He did leave it on cold, freezing really, the icy streams burning off some of the itchiness clawing through his veins. He would focus. He would have chats. He would do what everyone else was doing even though he was the only one getting shit for it.

Toweled off, Ilya threw on the first clothes he grabbed out of his messy suitcase. He hesitated, then slid the Rolex back in his pocket. Just so no one stole it. He didn’t want to get sued by Shane Hollander for property loss.

As Ilya walked downstairs, he figured he’d start with Harris. He hadn’t pulled him for a chat yet, but had a feeling the man wouldn’t be immune to Ilya’s tight shirt and the designer shorts that cinched at his waist.

“Fuck, sorry.”

Ilya peeled back from the lump of flesh that had hurled into his arms.

“Pike, what? Are your pants on fire? Where are you going?” 

Ilya took in the man’s reddened eyes, his skin puffy. Hayden glared back at him.

“Please. You’re the last person I want to talk to.”

Ilya stepped back, widening his arms. 

“What did I do to you?”

Hayden paused on the stair above him, turning slowly.

“What did you do? How about your sloppy threeway that everybody heard? And then god knows what with Marly last night? You know, if it wasn’t enough that you’re literally screwing over one of the best dudes I know, you could at least try to muzzle your loud mouth while you do it.”

Ilya felt a hot wave of anger pulse over his skin. His arm lashed out, grabbing the back of Hayden’s shirt. 

“Did you not see the video? Do you not have eyes that work, Pike?”

Hayden turned back to him, exasperated.

“Oh, so what, Rozanov. So Shane got handsy with some other guy, I’m sure he’s not getting fucked.”

Ilya’s stomach twisted at the concept. Hayden shook his head.

“I mean, shit, I just kissed Harris at the end of our chat and I feel sick. If Jackie doesn’t forgive me, I don’t…” Hayden shook his head, eyes tearing. 

Ilya’s anger drained. He raised a hand, giving Hayden a heavy pat on the shoulder.

“Hey. Pike. So what. It is one kiss. Jackie knows how you feel.”

Hayden let out a weak snort, rolling Ilya’s hand off in a shrug. “Yeah well, reassurance from you doesn’t feel so great right now. No offense.”

He turned, continuing on up the stairs, leaving Ilya alone with what was said.

Shane headed towards Tiff, casting a look at Troy over his shoulder. Cici was straddling him, licking up and down his neck, yet his eyes were fixed on Shane. The man had been staring him down all day, Shane’s muscles tensing whenever he felt his gaze.

“You good?” Tiff looked at Shane.

“Yeah, sorry. So,” Shane plopped onto a beanbag, motioning to the one next to him. “Hi. Tell me about yourself?”

Tiff laughed, letting himself sink down deeper.

“Broad question!” Tiff tilted his head. “Now. Cut to it. Are you actually interested in pulling me for a chat or are you running down time until you’re back with Ilya?”

Shane’s eyebrows scrunched. “Ilya is not…We’re not closed off.”

“Yeah, but...” Tiff shrugged. “Listen. We got to see every episode until right before we were dropped here. I have eyes.”

Shane shrugged too. “Well. That was before Casa.”

“Mm. The video?” Tiff raised his eyebrows.

Shane huffed, rolling his shoulders back. “Why is everyone so caught up on the video?”

“Nevermind.” Tiff threw his hands up, laughing. “Only checking in on you.”

“No need.” Shane crossed his arms. 

“Okay, then.” Tiff glanced across the villa, eyes lingering on Rose across the way. “So, obviously I’ve been getting to know Rose.”

“Don’t worry, I asked her for permission first.”

Tiff’s eyebrows shot up again. “Well, aren’t you the gentleman?”

Shane flushed. “I mean, I don’t know. I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes?”

“You’re in Casa, baby, toes are meant to be stepped on.” Tiff smiled, his fingertips reaching out to skim Shane’s knee. “Anyway, I was gonna say I really enjoy Rose, but that said, I’m open to getting to know you too.”

“Good, that’s what I want as well.” Shane gave Tiff a small smile.

“I’m not dumb though.” Tiff laughed. “Rose has been clear that Svetlana’s very much a priority, and video or not, I wouldn’t bet against you and Ilya with chemistry like that.” Tiff tilted his head. “So, just be upfront with me about where you stand as we head into recoupling. Fair?”

“Fair.” Shane nodded, smile growing. “I appreciate it. Communicating like that.”

“You got it, Shane.” Tiff leaned back, eying Shane up and down. 

Shane felt the air thicken, Tiff’s eyes steady on his own. He shifted forward, beanbag tilting him closer to Tiff’s lips. Then Lexi hopped up, pulled to the side by a producer, and let out a scream.

Ilya moseyed up to Harris, stretched on a daybed. Ilya smirked, tossing his curls back out of his eyes.

“Harris. If you were desperate enough for a man to kiss, you could’ve come to me. Didn’t have to suffer with poor Pike.”

Harris cocked his head, blinking patiently. “Come again?”

Ilya sputtered somewhat. “Just - nevermind. I’m pulling you for a chat.”

“Oh. Thanks, Ilya, but I’m not interested.”

Ilya felt the blood rushing to his face, his stomach plummeting. 

“Ah, you come again.”

Harris blinked up at him. His calm gaze made Ilya’s skin even tighter, the restlessness back with a vengeance. 

“I mean what I said. I was interested in getting to know Hayden and Leo, and Hayden doesn’t want to explore further. So I’d like to spend my remaining time getting to know Leo more before the recoupling.”

Ilya scoffed, rubbing his neck. “And what, you cannot get to know me and Leo?”

“Frankly, Ilya, you don’t seem that interested in me.” Harris gave him a pitying smile as he scooted off the daybed and stood up. “You seem mostly interested in trying to forget the person you’re coupled with. And from what I watched of Shane, he’s not easily forgettable.”

Ilya felt a flare of jealousy light up his chest before he could remember to be nonchalant. He twisted his face into a scowl.

“Whatever, Harris. As if I would want Pike’s sloppy seconds anyway.”

Harris raised his eyebrows.

“Wow. I get you’re hurting, but you better learn to deal with that quickly. Otherwise this island is going to feel really lonely for you really fast, Ilya.”

Harris walked away before Ilya’s mind could process a rebuttal. He clenched his fists, knuckles crackling as he scanned his surroundings.

  Serge was alone on the beanbags. Ilya plopped next to him, barely trying to seem seductive.

“We should chat, yes?”

“Sure.” Serge shrugged, face morose.

Ilya studied the man’s muscular body, pitted here and there with deep scars and faded marks. 

“What the fuck happened to you?” 

Serge looked down absently. 

“Ah. Life of bad luck.” He hovered over a long scar on his torso. “Car ran me over on way to lady’s bachelorette. My second job. So nervous to dance for the pretty girls.” His finger moved to a burn mark on his left thigh. “This one was party bus. I was too close to exhaust. My tear-away pants got tangled. Trap me.” Serge dropped his head back, closing his eyes against the sunlight. “Worst was when I dance at cabin for these ladies, couldn’t find cabin. Legs got all torn by thorny branches. Heard bear and got so scared I peed a little. The cuts burned so bad.” He shook his head sadly.

Ilya wrinkled his nose, moving back. He motioned at Serge’s left ankle, which sat at an odd ankle.

“Your pee burns hurt more than whatever the fuck happened to your ankle?”

“Oh, yes.” Serge nodded. “Sometimes pain that hurts most is not what you’d expect.” He let out a heavy sigh. “Leo is not interested in me anymore. We seemed so…what is the word…compatible.”

Ilya snorted. “Liking leopard print doesn’t mean you’re destined to be together.”

“No. Guess not.” Serge gave another heavy sigh.

Svetlana appeared behind Ilya, her voice low and sultry. 

“Serge, I was just looking for you.”

“Leave it, Sveta, the man is too depressed for me to try to flirt with.” Ilya grumbled to his feet, casting a last look over his shoulder. Serge was sinking deeper into the beanbags, a broken man.

“Good. Then we can finally talk.” 

Svetlana threaded her arm through Ilya’s, practically pulling him towards the dock. Ilya groaned louder.

“What is your problem?”

She switched to Russian, voice low.

“My problem, Ilya, is your dick. I know you are hurt, but please. This isn’t some afterparty after a modeling shoot. We live with these people.”

“Half of them won’t make it through the recoupling.”

“But some will. And what happens when Shane comes home?”

Ilya ripped his arm out of Svetlana, glaring out over the water. 

“What about it?”

He heard Svetlana let out a sigh as she leaned against the railing.

“Ilyusha. I am on your side. I know that necklace. I didn’t like seeing that either.”

“I told him, Sveta. You don’t understand. I told him about her.” 

Ilya blinked hard at the ocean, the wind making his eyes water and nothing else. 

She tsked, moving to rub a firm hand over his shoulder. 

“That was brave to share.”

“Yes, so brave of me, brave for what? So some stranger can suck my dead mother’s necklace like it’s a cock in his mouth?”

“I know.” Svetlana exhaled. “But Shane did not do that.”

“Shane let him, Svetlana.” Ilya whirled around, his eyes wild. “Shane was too fuck-happy to stop him. My mother’s necklace -  and now-  he doesn’t even wear it, Svet. If he has lost it…If anything happened to it…”

“Then I will murder him with you.” Svetlana’s tone was even, her eyes serious.

Ilya’s shoulders lowered somewhat. He nodded tightly. They looked out at the ocean, watching the tide ebb and flow. When Svetlana spoke again, her voice was cautious.

“I only worry - if it is not as bad as you fear…” She stopped. 

Ilya chewed his lip.

“What? Go on.”

“You don’t react in halves, Ilya. Already what you’ve done…”

Ilya swallowed, an image of Shane flying into his mind. Those wide open eyes, so warm, so trusting. How his brows furrowed when he was explaining something. Cheeks a million shades of pink depending on which way Ilya prodded him. Those stupid seductive freckles.

Ilya’s voice was rough. 

“We’re not closed off. Not committed.”

“No.” Svetlana looked at him meaningfully. “You are not.”

Shane gave Lexi a brief hug, stepping back to let others get to her for their goodbyes. The producer had shared something about a family emergency, urgent enough for Lexi to depart immediately. 

Shane was a bad person. Shane knew he was a bad person because he was looking at J.J., newly alone on the daybeds without Lexi, instead of feeling concerned over whatever family member of Lexi I.’s had died.

Shane teetered for a moment, trying to decide, and then J.J. looked up. He caught Shane’s eye with a smile, head tilting in a question. Shane let himself smile back. Let himself walk towards the empty spot next to J.J. 

He wouldn’t do anything excessive. 

He would keep it respectful. 

And besides, wasn’t an emotional test more telling?

Marly plopped down next to Ilya, who had stayed at the docks after Svetlana departed.

“Seems like you’ve had a rough day.”

Ilya grunted.

Marly gazed out at the horizon, the sun beginning to set. 

“Well. Now that you’ve tried to get a taste of everyone, do you have a front runner?”

Ilya tore his eyes away from the skyline, giving Marly an irritated, confused look. Marly raised his eyebrows.

“The recoupling coming soon? It’s not like Casa is gonna go on forever.”

“Ah. Right.”

 Ilya said nothing further.

“Still Shane then? Makes sense.” Marly nodded

Ilya’s jaw twitched. 

“No. Not still Shane.” He shifted on the dock, hands digging into the wood. “If I have to choose right now…you, I guess.”

“Wow, so romantic, man!” Marly let out a laugh, shaking his head. He cocked his head. “I guess since Svetlana shot me down, you’d be my top choice too.”

A smile fluttered over Ilya’s face. 

“You tried with Sveta?”

“Oh, yeah. Pure disaster.”

Ilya let out his first real laugh in days. 

“I wish I had seen.”

“Yeah, well, think you were too busy trying to seduce Harris at that point. Or maybe Hayden?”

Ilya made a face.

“I will never seduce Pike.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty set on Jackie.”

Ilya scoffed, Marly’s lips twitching at the offense. 

“Well. Good. I’m glad we talked then.” Marly tilted his jaw up towards the sunset, letting the last rays of light catch his face. “I know you’ve been trying to act like you don’t care about Shane. But I’ll get it if your tune changes once he’s back. I want to get to know you so, I wanna throw my hat in the ring either way.”

Ilya’s throat tightened. He nodded again, pushing down the why in this throat.

“Thanks, Marly.”

“Anytime, babe.” Marly leaned slightly closer, their shoulders skimming. He exhaled. “Beautiful sight.”

“You hitting on me?” Ilya grinned. 

Marly turned from the sunset, eyes sliding down Ilya’s body.

“Guess you’re not a bad sight either.” 

His eyes lingered on Ilya’s wrist, the reflection shimmering back at him. Ilya’s face froze. He turned away. They sat and watched as the waves swallowed the sun, the metal links of the Rolex heating Ilya’s wrist until it burned. 

NEXT TIME…ON HEATED ISLAND…

Tomorrow night…it’s the recoupling of all time as Casa Amor reunites with the Villa. 

Who will choose to stay single and who will recouple?

Is murder legal in Fiji if it’s for good reason?

And will Yuna Hollander be unbanned so she can livetweet again? 

(She promises she was making those threats against Ilya in jest. Every detailed one of them.)

Chapter End Notes

i miss yuna hollander yall! i know i've totally dropped the ball on the viewers at home pieces sigh but the social media stuff can be hard to format and frankly i just wanna get into the DRAMA of it all. but just know yuna has ten secret accounts and is writing the NASTIEST stuff about ilya ever typed

 

OKAY YALL NEXT CHAPTER IS THEEEE CHAPTER!!! OUR BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN AND THE TOWN IS ON FIRE AND EVERYONE MIGHT DIEEE!!!
love island is notorious for their cheesey specific musical interludes (🎶 ooooh betraaaayal shane is getting betrayyyyed 🎶) but drop in the comments what soundtrack we're imagining for the big momentttt! what is shane belting out when shit finally hits the fan? are we sticking with the rihanna theme and doing a little Take A Bow moment? what is ilya sobbing into his pillow to like the pathetic mess he is? what toxic love songs is he boomboxing over his shoulder to try to get shane back? what will shane be blasting at the gym to show off his WELL deserved fuck you glow up? 💃💃💃

Chapter 17

Chapter Summary

it's explosive recoupling timeeee!

Chapter Notes

warning that they're some slut shaming slung back and forth

PLEASE PICTURE:
shane as channeling the incomparable serena from season six
ilya as channeling lestat I HEARD YOUR HEARTS DANCING de lioncourt
a side dish of scott as tom cruise jumping on oprah's couch

and gun by chvrches being scream-sung in the background!

(also so sorry hudson williams for the minor rpf i have sinned)

Ariana stood in front of the Villa’s Islanders, her long shimmering dress catching the evening light. She cleared her throat.

“As you know, Javi and Zara choose to self-eliminate together, having found what they were looking for in each other.”

Svetlana and Ilya exchanged a dubious glance. 

“For the rest of the Islanders, it is now your time to decide if you want to stay faithful to your original couple, or mix it up with one of our newcomers.” 

She gestured to her left where Marly, Serge, Hudson, Harris, and Dakota stood. 

“Connie. I’ll start with you. You were coupled with Lexi I. before Casa Amor. She unfortunately had to depart the island due to a family emergency. You can choose to stay single, or you can recouple. What would you like to do?”

Connie stood, tugging on the hem of his button-up. His cheeks pinked as he eyed his feet, voice quiet but sure.

“I’m really glad that Casa happened. I got to discover a lot of things about myself, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more me. So I’d like to couple up with this person because they made space for me to be my true self. They laugh at my jokes and jump into random dance moves with me. They may even outweird me, which is saying a lot. So, the boy I’d like to couple up with is…Hudson.”

Ariana beamed, motioning Hudson forward. The two men embraced, lips meeting in a kiss that deepened, Hudson’s hands coming up to cup Connie’s face. The Islanders let out cheers, clapping louder as Ariana motioned for them to sit.

“Our first new couple, everyone!”

She waited for the applause to die now.

“Now I will bring in Cici, who was coupled with Javi. Since Javi has self-eliminated, she also was given the option to stay single or recouple with someone from Casa. Let’s see what she decided to do…”

Ariana stepped to the side, looking towards the path behind the firepit. Cici appeared in a tight dress, hand in hand with Troy. They took their places next to Ariana.

“Cici! I see you’ve recoupled with Troy.”

“I have.” Cici bumped their shoulders together. “Troy is not intimidated by a woman who takes charge. He let me have my way with him and I just had to bring him back!”

“Welcome, Troy.” Ariana smiled, the rest of the Islanders clapping for the new couple. “Now before you sit down, you were coupled with Leo for a long time before partnering with Javi pre-Casa. Do you feel like that door is now fully closed?”

Cici met Leo’s eyes. “I mean…never say never. Leo and I needed to explore for sure. I think we were way too locked in way too early. But obviously feelings don’t disappear overnight.”

Harris caught Troy’s eyes, tilting his head as the man blushed. 

“Troy, does that make you nervous?”

Troy tore his eyes away. “What? Uh, sorry, no. Or…I mean, I trust Cici. So.”

“All right…” Ariana raised her eyebrows, extending her hand towards the curved seating. “Welcome again to the Villa, Troy.”

After they sat, she motioned for Svetlana to stand. Ilya squeezed her hand once, his Rolex sliding out from under his sleeve.

“Now it is your turn, Svetlana. Viewers have watched you and Rose together for weeks now, but you were not closed off before Casa. It is now time to make a decision.”

Svetlana nodded, looking towards the newcomers.

“As wonderful as you all are, I am choosing to stick with Rose. We had spoken about wanting to test our connection and seeing if our heads could be turned. Mine most certainly could not be - it’s Rose for me.”

Ilya let out an aww that got him an elbow to his shoulder. 

Ariana smiled. “Svetlana, you have chosen to stay with Rose. If Rose comes in alone, you will be back in a couple. However, if Rose has chosen to recouple with someone from Casa Amor, you will be single and vulnerable.”

“I understand.”

“Let’s see what Rose chose…” 

Ariana tossed her hair over her shoulder. Svetlana swayed slightly in place, her hands clasped tightly at the wrist. There were a few moments of agonizing silence, and then the click of Rose’s heels sounded across the lawn. She turned the corner, beaming, no one by her side.

Svetlana let out a low sound, dipping to her knees as her hands flew up over her mouth. Ilya leaned forward to rub her back, his eyes suddenly misty as the Islanders burst into cheers.

“Rose! Welcome back!” Ariana beamed. “As you can see, Svetlana has stayed faithful to you as well. How does it feel to be back in the Villa?”

Rose’s gaze did not leave Svetlana. “Yeah, it feels great, Ariana. Now can I please go get my girl?”

Ariana laughed, nodding, and Rose strode forward, wrapping Svetlana in a hug and spinning her in a circle, their faces pressed tightly together. At last, Svetlana landed on her feet again, their lips finding each other as they kissed again and again.

Ariana held a hand over her heart, fanning her face. 

“You’re going to make me cry, girls!” She inhaled, shaking out her hands. “Please take a seat as a couple.”

Rose let out a soft squeal, slipping her hand into Svetlana’s as Svetlana sat back down next to Ilya. 

Ilya leaned forward, whispering. “Welcome back, Landry.”

She shot him a cold glare, the happiness snapping off her face. Svetlana looked at her, then back at Ilya. Rose didn’t bother to whisper.

“We saw your little video. Or should I say sex tape?”

Leo’s head shot up, Hudson looking over with wide eyes. Ilya’s mouth went dry.

“It’s not-”

Ariana’s voice broke through them.

“Hayden, please stand. You were coupled with Jackie. Would you like to stay with her, or try someone new?”

Hayden shook his head. “I absolutely do not want to try anyone new. Uh, no offense guys.” He shot the newcomers a quick look. “I’ve missed Jackie so much, and trying to kiss anyone else made me literally want to puke. Uh, no offense again.” He swallowed, avoiding Harris’s eyes. “I’ll stop talking. I just want to see her.”

“Very well. If she comes back alone, she’s all yours. If she doesn’t, you’re on your own.”

Hayden inhaled, bracing himself. He craned his neck, straining to see any movement, and then there was Jackie, striding towards him with a wide smile. Hayden pumped his fist, Hudson clapping him on the back in celebration.

“Welcome, Jackie” Ariana grinned. “I see you have no one on your arm.”

“Yeah, turns out there’s only one guy I want there.” Jackie gave Hayden a smile.

“Did you enjoy your time in Casa?”

“I tried.” Jackie gave a rueful smile. “I really did want to trust the process, so I tried to stay open. I did kiss Troy - sorry, baby.” Hayden shot a glare at Troy behind him. “But all it showed me was how much I want Hayden and only Hayden.”

“Me too.” Hayden nodded dopily. 

Ariana laughed. “Okay, you two, go reunite!” 

Jackie scurried into his open arms, letting out a deep sigh as she relaxed into his embrace. They sat down, the Islanders bunching closer as the seating filled up. 

“Leo, you’re up.” 

Leo stood, clad in a white blouse with a subtle leopard print if you looked closely. 

“Leo, you had just paired with Scott before Casa. Are you hoping to stay with him, or have you built a connection with someone new?”

“I wish Scott and I had more time together, ’cause that is one nice package of meat there, Ariana. But I’ve spent more time with these guys than with Scott, so it was natural for me to build deeper connections here.” 

“I heard you built some connections with existing Islanders too.” Ariana raised an eyebrow. 

Leo flushed. “Yeah, um, well, I am a single guy.” Ilya could feel Rose seething on the other side of Svetlana.

“And do you want to stay single or would you like to recouple?”

“I’d like to recouple. I really enjoyed getting to know two of the men standing before me. Both are incredible dudes. But I found one was able to get beneath the leopard print to the man I am inside. I realized I’ve been hiding a little behind this bit, behind the character I am online. And so I’m choosing this boy because I appreciate him seeing the guy behind the growl.” Leo let out his signature growl with a laugh, hands flexing. “So the boy I’d like to couple up with is…Harris.”

Harris gave him a soft smile, moving forward to hug him. They held hands, squishing in next to Cici and Troy. Harris’s leg pressed against Troy and Troy flinched, eyes darting away. 

“Now we will see what Scott has chosen to do. If he has chosen to remain with you, Leo, your recoupling will render him single and vulnerable.”

Leo winced, lowering his head. The Islanders turned, looking towards the entrance. Scott came striding out hand-in-hand with a shorter man, both of them smiling. Leo let out a relieved whoop, the other Islanders joining in.

“Welcome, welcome!” Ariana motioned for the couple to stand next to her. “Who do we have here, Scott?”

“This is Kip.” Scott glowed. “I’ve always been an intense guy. I’ve always been told I’m too much. So I really wanted to be open-minded on this journey and give everyone a chance.” His eyes caught Ilya’s for a moment, smiling like he had a secret. “And I definitely did give everyone a chance. But the more I talked to Kip, the more it was clear he was the only one for me. I don’t want to spend a minute without him. I want him to be there when I go to sleep and when I wake up. Hell, I want him to be waiting for me outside the shower even if it’s only a few minutes. I’m obsessed with this man!” He laughed, raising their clasped hands together. “It was a no-brainer bringing him back.” 

“Wow!” Ariana nodded. “That’s a lot of enthusiasm. And what about you Kip?”

Kip looked at Scott, smiling. “Yeah. What he said.”

“Okay, then! Scott and Kip, please take a seat with the other couples.”

The Islanders clapped as they made their way to sit. 

“Ilya. It is now your turn.”

Ilya rubbed his palms on his dress pants. Svetlana gave him a tight nod, voice low and quick in Russian. “Backing you however this goes.”

He exhaled, nodding back at her as he stood. 

“Ilya, you and Shane were coupled before Casa Amor. Would you like to stay with Shane and hope he has remained faithful, or make the leap to someone new?”

Ilya cleared his throat, voice scratchy. 

“Yes. Ah. So.” He exhaled again, trying to grab at the English words, brain suddenly blank. “I came here for Shane. I have pursued Shane. I was happy to be back in a couple with Shane.”

He shifted his weight, fiddling subconsciously with his Rolex.

“I do not trust that Shane will be faithful to me.” He ignored Rose’s scoff, pushing on. “We had a video that showed me enough of what I needed to know.” Rose was whispering to Svetlana, confused.

 “Shane likes rules.” A smile came to Ilya’s face despite himself. “He wanted to do this right, to explore, to test. We are not closed off. This is allowed. But I will not wait forever. I will not give and give and give for nothing back. It is safer, I think, for me to trust myself. So I will not wait for him now. I recouple with Marly.”

Ilya tried to ignore the intakes of breath from the other Islanders. He raised his jaw.

“Marly is a good guy. Understanding. Nice. Hot. Will be a fun couple to be in.”

Rose rolled her eyes. Ariana tilted her head, her voice soft. “Is this the end of the road for you and Shane?”

Ilya gave a jerk of his head, eyes dropping. “I cannot say that. I…I cannot deny what I want. But there is a lot to answer for. If he comes back alone…if he can show me that he’s giving to this too…Then yes, maybe.”

Rose let out a loud laugh. “What a load of absolute bullshit.”

“Rose, is there something you want to say?” Ariana gestured towards her.

“I just think it’s hilarious that he’s acting a victim after what, running a train on the whole villa?”

Ilya slowly turned his head to her. “The fuck are you talking about?” 

“The video, genius. With you and the two dudes who look most like Shane here?”

He looked at her blankly, lips curling. “Ah. Yes, we had sex, Rose. People fuck. Big deal.”

She raised her hands. “Sure. My bad. I’m sure Shane won’t think it’s a big deal either.”

Ilya looked back at Ariana, his jaw tight. She cleared her throat, motioning to Marly.

“Marly, you can join your new couple!” 

He and Ilya didn’t embrace. Marly simply walked silently to Ilya’s side. Ilya could see the nervous sweat gathering around his hairline, Marly’s eyes shifting across on the ground. Ilya reached out, engulfing his hand with a reassuring hold. Marly shot him a thankful glance, shoulders relaxing somewhat. 

Ariana leveled her eyes at Ilya.

“Ilya. You have recoupled. We will now see if Shane has done the same.”

Behind the cameras, Shane rubbed his hands over his pants before reaching out to clasp J.J.’s hand again.

“Sorry.” He winced.

“You’re fine.” J.J. gave him a smile. “It’s nerve-wracking, I get it.”

“What if I’m making the wrong choice?” Shane’s eyes drifted into space, then snapped back to J.J. “Fuck. I don’t mean-”

“Yes, you do.” J.J. laughed. He moved his hands to Shane’s shoulders, shaking him slightly. “Look. We’ve talked about this. I’m not expecting you to suddenly feel nothing for Ilya. I know I’ve got an uphill battle to even have a chance with you once you’re in there. But I’m willing to take that risk.”

He squeezed Shane’s shoulders, eyes locking in deeper. 

“Now, we’ve got about two minutes before they tell us to walk out there, and you know the producers won’t let you change your mind at the last second. So just breathe. You’ve got this. It's going to be okay.”

“Okay.” Shane nodded like a bobblehead, eyes glassy. He exhaled. “Okay. Thanks, man. Seriously.”

“Of course. And listen, if it doesn’t work out between us, I’m counting on what you said about that slutty leopard-print dude who looks like you.”

Shane rolled his eyes, laughing. His hand found the necklace around his throat, fingering it gingerly right before the producers motioned them forward. 

Ilya held Marly’s hand in a vice, unaware of how hard he was gripping the man’s hand as he waited for footsteps. 

He saw Shane first, curving around the corner. His hand fell from Marly’s, swooping up to cover his face, a wide smile already bursting open for anyone to see.

It was impossible to remember Shane. Impossible to keep in memory just how endearing the slight shuffle of his gait was, the tight flickering of his emotions over his face, the beauty of his nose. Ilya had been unable to retain the exact sheen of Shane’s dark hair in his thoughts - pushed to the side tonight instead of his usual flat bangs, and Ilya wanted to ask who had done that for him, wanted his fingers to mess with it immediately. 

Ilya needed to study Shane’s eyes, so he could do a better job of capturing that warm brown hue when they were apart. Needed to count every single freckle so Shane could be recreated in his mind, even though Ilya knew already what an impossible task it would be, to try to preserve the uncapturable in front of him.

The light caught Shane’s neck. Ilya’s knees caught at the line of gold there. His mama home safe. Shane keeping her safe.

And then time moved forward and Shane’s hand was connected to another man, and that man was a familiar man, the man from the video, whose tongue had defiled his mother, his couple, the thick slab of pink muscle deserving to be chopped off and burned at once. 

Shane’s throat bobbed, stomach dropping through the floor. Ilya was standing next to a broad, stupidly attractive man. He looked like the one who had kissed Hayden in the video and made Hayden’s eyes go all fluttery. Shane tried to force his eyes away but he couldn’t stop staring, already cataloguing all the differences and deficiencies between him and Ilya’s new partner. 

It was only when he and J.J. reached Ariana that his eyes gradually tracked over to Ilya. Shane took in his long model legs, the toned muscle hidden beneath fabric tonight. The wide chest, shirt unbuttoned enough to see a whorl of chest hair. His thick neck, the absent necklace causing another sour kick in Shane’s stomach. And then that face, Ilya’s features doing a million things Shane couldn’t read fast enough, his fingers skimming the lips Shane had missed so much and - oh. Shane’s stomach finally unclenched, warmth spreading out instead, a tentative smile mirroring Ilya’s as he spotted his Rolex shining on Ilya’s wrist.

“Shane! Welcome back to the Villa.” Ariana gave him a smile. “How do you feel?”

“Yeah, happy to be here. Good to see everyone again.” Shane gave a quick scan of the Islanders he hadn’t seen in the past few days, nodding. He paused at Leo, who caught his eye, lips mouthing something that looked like sorry. Shane’s brow furrowed.

“Well, as you can see, Ilya has chosen to recouple. As have you.”

Shane gave a nod, avoiding Ilya’s face. He could feel him nonetheless, some invisible tie pulled tight between them. 

“Did you expect Ilya to recouple, Shane?”

Shane cleared his throat, face twitching as he half shook his head, shoulders jerking into what passed for a shrug. 

“Yes and no. I know that we’re expected to explore and we haven’t tested the connection yet really. So. It makes sense.”

“Did you want him to?”

“Of course not.” Shane’s voice was deceptively monotone, eyes blinking back any sign of emotion. “I thought about him a lot.”

“I thought about you too.” 

Ilya’s voice was rough, the Russian lilt roaring back into Shane’s ears. He felt his body almost shake with it, everything threatening to burst at once. Ariana refocused him.

“So what made you bring someone back, Shane? What about J.J. caught your eye?”

“Oh, well, J.J. is a really great person.” 

Ilya made a raspberry noise Shane pretended not to hear. 

“But um, I think most people know there were rumors about my sexuality before I came on the show. About Ilya specifically. And so, yeah, I had a crush and then it was…overwhelming, almost, that people were right. And that the real thing was even better than the fantasy.”

Ilya’s heart picked up, Shane’s voice soft as his eyes studied the ground.

“I was kind of obsessed with him, to be honest. Before and after. And I don’t want to be one of those people who gets fixated on a person and goes all in - that’s not me.” 

Scott blinked at the glances thrown his way. Shane’s face was still furrowed at the ground.

“I’m…careful. I consider things. So yeah, we’re supposed to explore and I’m doing that. And I think recoupling was the right decision to make, since Ilya did the same.”

“You both received a video from the other villa…” Ariana rotated between the two couples, eyebrows raised in question. Ilya rolled his neck, bones cracking. Shane swallowed.

“Yeah. I, um, wanted to let Ilya speak for himself on that. But obviously it didn’t look good…” His eyes darted to Leo again. 

Leo’s voice burst out, his fingers digging into his thighs.

“I’m really sorry, Shane. I didn’t think you’d see actual footage, that’s…” Leo shook his head, Hudson swallowing as he looked from Leo to Shane.

Shane blinked at Ilya for a moment. “Oh. So it is true?”

Ilya sniffed, rubbing his nose. “Yes, it’s true, but so-”

“So you fucked two dudes while Shane was keeping it classy, is what.” Rose huffed, rolling her eyes. 

“No one asked you, Rose.” Ilya bit back.

Svetlana’s voice cut through. “Hey. Cut it out. The both of you.”

“Rose has a good point.” Hayden crossed his arms, Jackie nodding next to him.

Next to Ariana, Shane smiled tightly, J.J. moving closer to comfort him. His hand reached up to squeeze Shane’s shoulder, his pinky skimming the golden necklace around Shane’s neck. Ilya’s voice came out like a caged animal, low and dangerous. 

“I wouldn’t call what Shane did classy either.” 

“What was that?” Shane’s smile was still pressed to his face, his teeth sharp.

“We got a video too, Shane.” Ilya let out a harsh laugh. “Did not take you long to bring him to bed, hm? I slept with Pike the first night, outside with the mosquitos. But glad you jumped right into bed with a stranger. Very classy of you.”

Shane scrunched his face. “Okay, well, no one told you to sleep outside. We were open.”

Svetlana bit her lip. Ilya’s voice tore out of his chest.

“Yes, Shane, so open! So why is everyone on my dick for using it!” 

Shane’s smile finally dropped, his face reddening as it twisted.

“Because I didn’t use my dick! I set boundaries every step of the way! I always said I wanted to respect you, always, and anyone here can vouch for that.”

“Big fucking deal, Hollander, I tell Marly the same shit!”

Shane snorted. “Whatever. Glad you found someone who’s fine with you using your little head instead of the big one.”

Marly let out a noise but Ilya cut him off.

“Oh but it’s okay for you to let anyone put you on your back? Calling out his name the second he tells you to get on your knees? Or did he not even have to ask?”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” 

Shane took a step closer, hands balled into fists, Ariana’s gaze darting between them both as Shane’s voice rose. 

“At least I’m not pathetic enough to find two of your dopplegangers to fuck! It’s not enough to betray me, you had to humiliate me on national television too?”

“I am the one who’s humiliated!” Ilya roared, Shane stepping back a moment in shock. “I open up to you, tell you things I’ve never-” He cut off, voice tight. “And in that necklace, Shane? Really?”  

Shane’s gaze fell, his voice quieting. “Ilya. That wasn’t on purpose. It’s not-”

J.J. spread his palms, face confused. “Shane told me not to touch it after that, man, don’t worry.”

“Do not speak to me!” Ilya whirled, practically spitting in J.J.’s direction, face beet red. “I saw you two together! I had to see it! Over and over again! The kissing, the murmurs, the way you slipped into bed together easy as a whore, cuddled up together as if I didn’t matter to you, Shane, as if I never mattered!”

A cool hand touched the small of his back, Svetlana’s low words coming out in Russian.

“Ilya. Calm yourself.”

Ilya stuffed back a scream, his skin crawling with everything still unsaid. He and Shane stared at each other, Shane’s face just as pink as when he was kissed breathless, eyes as angry as that first day when he had run from Ilya at every turn. His eyes watered, J.J. stepping closer protectively. 

Ilya’s fists jumped at his side. He forced himself to lower his voice, words coiled with forced calm. 

“I can see that I hurt you. I will not disrespect how you feel about what I did. But-”

Shane shook his head, tears gathering faster. “Why not? You didn’t respect anything else…you barely respected yourself…”