Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Episode: s01e06 The Cottage (Heated Rivalry), Shane Hollander's Cottage, Shane Hollander Does Yoga, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov is Obsessed With Shane Hollander, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, this is literally so silly, Romance, fellas is it gay to be obsesssed with your man, Yoga, Soft Ilya Rozanov, Ilya Rozanov is a Menace

Language:

English

Series:

Part 1 of Hollanov Microfic Prompt Fills

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Published: 2026-04-13 Words: 566 Chapters: 1/1

Yoga Time

Summary

When Shane lifts up from the mat to enter Cobra pose, Ilya has magically appeared in front of him.

One minute nothing but the sunny skies, clear air, and gentle wind.

The next, an intruder.

The coast was supposed to be clear. Last he had checked, his boyfriend was asleep in bed, sprawling out all over the place and mussing up the pillows after a rousing round of Shane riding Ilya until they were both screaming.

For any mortal man, that would be at least an hour long nap.

But truly, there is nothing Shane can do to make Ilya miss Yoga Time.

For the Hollanov April Microfic prompt: Gleam

Notes

Hello hello!!

I have not written anything in so fucking long and I decided to get the juices flowing with a little prompt and RNG I rolled a 566 which felt kind of perfect for this? I dunno numbers are funny anyway take Ilya being pervy for shane

When Shane lifts up from the mat to enter Cobra pose, Ilya has magically appeared in front of him.

One minute nothing but the sunny skies, clear air, and gentle wind. 

The next, an intruder. 

“Can I help you?” Shane sighs, squinting against the sun as he continues the delicious stretch pulling his spine apart vertebrae by vertebrae. Ilya doesn’t respond with words, just a quick shake of the head as he leans in closer, sitting cross-legged while he oogles at Shane’s bare chest without a single ounce of shame.

“You’re such a fucking perv,” Shane mutters, holding his position and beginning the staredown.

The coast was supposed to be clear. Last he had checked, his boyfriend was asleep in bed, sprawling out all over the place and mussing up the pillows after a rousing round of Shane riding Ilya until they were both screaming. 

For any mortal man, that would be at least an hour long nap. 

But truly, there is nothing Shane can do to make Ilya miss Yoga Time. There’s some internal clock deep in the back of Ilya’s mind, with the alarm set to ring anytime Shane so much as looks at his mat 

The muscles in Shane’s arms are starting to hop, not quite trembling, but enough to notice. It would be easier to shift to the next part of the Sun Salutation, and give his forearms the rest they’re asking for. 

He’s just not all that eager to give Ilya the satisfaction of what’s about to take place. 

“Go on.” Ilya replies, his mega-watt smile gleaming in the afternoon glow, “It is time for doggy style, is it not?” 

“Downward Dog!” Shane explodes, hating how his own frustration is already tinged in laughter. “You know it’s called Downward Facing Dog!” 

“Doggy style.” Ilya agrees, as if they’re saying the same exact thing. 

Giggles are still bursting out of him, but Shane smothers them down, trying to glare at Ilya even though they both know his resolve is crumbling. Ilya, scenting the blood in the water, scootches forward inch by inch until his shins are pressing up against the top of the mat.

“C’mon.” He croons, his nose almost bumping into Shane’s, “Make me howl.” 

“Fuck off.” Shane laughs, losing to the temptation of leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to Ilya’s lips. 

“Doggy. Doggy. Doggy.” Ilya whisper chants when they part, bouncing in place. With a roll of his eyes Shane slides back down to lie flat before lifting himself into a perfect Downward Facing Dog. 

The quiet is immediately pierced by the most ludicrous sound as Shane’s face turns beet red. Ilya falls all the way back, continuing to howl with glee as Shane tries to keep form. His heart is thumping heavy and golden in his chest, threatening to completely overtake him, but Shane presses on. 

So far he hasn’t managed to get through a full Sun Salutation since Ilya arrived at the cottage, but he promised himself that today would be the day. This is their time, but routine is still important. 

Then Ilya’s legs straighten and disappear from his field of vision.  And, as a familiar weight falls across his back, he knows he’s about to break that promise. 

“What do you think we should call this one?” Ilya murmurs against the back of his neck, kissing the place he knows drives Shane absolutely insane.