Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Luca Haas/Shane Hollander, Troy Barrett/Shane Hollander, Wyatt Hayes/Shane Hollander, Troy Barrett/Luca Haas/Wyatt Hayes/Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander/All, Shane Hollander/Ottawa Centaurs Team Ensemble

Additional Tags:

Seven Minutes In Heaven Game, Team Sex, Team Bonding Gone Wild, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Top Ilya Rozanov, Bottom Shane Hollander, Top Troy Barrett, Free Use Shane Hollander, Group Sex, Kind Of, finding out you’re bisexual at the team orgy, Unsafe Sex, Soft Dom Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander Has a Praise Kink, M/M/M/M/M, Luca Haas gets what he has always dreamed of, Party Bottom Shane Hollander, passed around like a blunt, Orgy, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Edging, Light Impact Play, Dirty Talk, Sexual Overstimulation, Sexual Free Use, Shane Hollander gets passed around like a blunt

Language:

English

Series:

Part 3 of Kinky Hollanov Fics for Perverts

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Published: 2026-03-06 Words: 3,053 Chapters: 1/1

Seven Minutes in Heaven

Summary

“You will each get seven minutes,” Ilya said as he paced in front of them. “You can do anything you like with him. The one rule is that you cannot let him come. Only I get to do that. I will start the timer when you go in. When the timer goes off, you stop and come out here. After you have all had your turn, I will go last.”

Or: Shane gets passed around like a blunt in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven

Notes

For the purpose of this fic, everyone’s partners are Cool with It™

Shoutout to the Pervert Council who commissioned this work.

Song Pairing: Seven Minutes in Heaven by Mindless Self Indulgence

All this touching, all this touching
All this touching, all this touching
All this touching, all these faces
All this fun is overrated
Are you cumming? (Are you cumming?)
To first, second, and third bases?
All this kissing and French kissing
His tongue is overrated

Luca, Wyatt and Troy sat on the carpet outside the door of Shane and Ilya’s room.

“You will each get seven minutes,” Ilya said as he paced in front of them. “You can do anything you like with him. The one rule is that you cannot let him come. Only I get to do that. I will start the timer when you go in. When the timer goes off, you stop and come out here. After you have all had your turn, I will go last.”

Luca already had his knees drawn up and his forearm braced between his thighs, like maybe if he pressed against himself through his pants he could dull the ache that had already begun. Troy was breathing heavily, his jaw slightly clenched. Wyatt was staring blankly at the floor. They had known this night would be intense, but perhaps none of them had mentally prepared for this moment.

A whimper from the other room had everyone looking up at the same time. “I have prepped him. He’s nice and open if any of you wish to fuck him. He’s also pretty turned on and will probably beg for you to let him come. It is important that you do not let him. I will be listening out, and if I think he sounds like he is getting close, I will warn you. Do not break this rule.”

It had been agreed ahead of time that anything happening on this night would never, ever be spoken about again. And now, they were ready to begin.

They had decided the order: Troy first, then Luca, Wyatt, and finally Ilya.

Ilya spoke again. “Barrett, you will go in now. The timer has started.”

Everyone else’s eyes dropped as Troy got to his feet and stepped into the bedroom. The door closed behind him and the group heard Troy curse. “Holy fuck.”

They listened as Troy stepped across the room. Then there was the sound of a zipper rasping open.

“Finally getting your wish,” Shane teased. Luca found himself suppressing a smile as they all heard Troy stammer his response.

“Yeah, yeah. Oh fuck,” there was the unmistakable sound of Shane taking Troy in his mouth.

“Oh fuck. Holy—holy shit, your mouth,” Troy panted.

Everyone in the hallway leaned fractionally closer.

The noises of slurping started to get faster, with Troy moaning. They could hear when Troy pushed in too fast and Shane gagged a little. Luca bit his fist to keep from whimpering out loud. Shane was fucking taking Troy’s cock, deep down his throat.

Then Shane moaned around Troy’s cock loudly, and the men noticed as Ilya palmed himself through his pants. “Such a good boy,” Ilya said quietly, almost to himself.

Wyatt let out a hot breath. “I don’t even know why I’m here. I think I’m straight but those noises… fuck, I’m gonna lose it.”

“Not yet, I hope,” Ilya teased. “You will wait your turn.”

Just then, the bed creaked and there was the sound of the mattress moving a little. “On your knees, Shane. Turn around for me.”

“Oh my god, he’s gonna fuck him,” Luca rasped. “Holy shit.”

And then the headboard began to bang against the wall. Shane was gasping, quietly at first and then louder. “Fuck, holy shit you’re so tight, fuck,” Troy panted.

“He’s fucking him so hard,” Wyatt whispered. “And Shane’s fucking loud already.”

“I edged him before we started,” Ilya explained. “He will be dying for it already.”

Shane’s whimpers started to grow louder and louder. Ilya stepped towards the door.

He banged on the wood hard twice. “Careful, Troy. He sounds close.”

“Fuck, more,” Shane moaned.

“Squeeze his dick and don’t let him come,” Ilya said, louder.

“Okay,” Troy managed. The whimper that followed belonged to Shane, being denied.

He slammed into him faster, the sound of skin on skin slapping now loud even in the hallway. Troy’s movements were starting to stutter.

The timer on Ilya’s phone went off.

“That’s time,” Ilya called out, banging on the door. “Put your dick away and get out here.”

Troy was out mere seconds later, fly still down, but his whole body was heaving and his neck was flushed red. “I was so fucking close. I was so fucking close.”

“We heard,” Luca laughed a little shakily.

“He was so fucking tight around me, oh god.” Troy slumped to the floor.

“Haas, you’re up.” Ilya offered his hand and pulled Luca up.

Luca turned to the guys and saluted them before pushing open the door. Everyone strained to hear what was about to happen.

“Hey Luca,” came Shane’s gentle and yet already wrecked-sounding voice. “Come here.”

Footsteps followed.

“I’m not gonna last,” Luca whispered, but everyone in the hallway heard. “Hearing Troy and you before, I’m…”

“Here.”

The guys in the hallway looked at each other, wondering what Shane was offering.

“Oh my god,” Luca groaned. “Fuck, your hand. Yes, fuck!”

The slick sound that followed was unmistakably Shane jerking Haas off.

“You’ve wanted this for a while, eh?” Shane said gently. “I’ve got you. Did you like listening to me getting used?”

“Yes—fuck—Shane, oh my god yes it was so fucking hot,” Luca was whimpering already.

“You’re leaking so much,” Shane said, still stroking him. “Such a good boy. Let me take care of you. Come whenever you need, okay?”

The uh-uh-uh noises that were punched out of Luca made everyone in the hallway blush even more. Luca was fucking close already, it had been maybe two minutes. “Can’t wait for you to see how well Ilya fucks me,” Shane purred. “Bet you were touching yourself out there, listening to me get fucked by Barrett.”

“Oh, god,” Luca whined.

“That’s a good boy, nice and loud so they can all hear you. They’ll be so hard hearing you, baby. Come on, you can do it.”

“Oh f—fuck, Shane, I’m gonna—”

“Good boy, come for me, there you go,” Shane murmured. “Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

Luca came with a shout, saying something in German. When he walked back through the door, his whole face was pink. “I, uh, usually last longer,” he said, looking at the floor. “Fuck, that was… fuck, that was so hot.”

Troy snorted. “Lucky fucker.”

“Hayes.” Ilya gestured towards the door with his chin. “In.”

Wyatt stood looking so nervous you’d think he had been asked to walk through fire.

“You wanted in,” Ilya reminded him.

“Yep.” Wyatt swallowed hard.

He walked in and closed the door.

“Wonder what he’s gonna do. I don’t think he’s even been with a man before,” Troy whispered. Luca just shrugged.

“Hey big boy,” Shane’s voice carried through the door. “Finally decided to see what you’re missing out on?”

“I don’t know what I wanna do, you know.” Even though they couldn’t see him, everyone could tell he was nervous as fuck because his voice was shaking.

“Oh,” came Shane’s response. “Yeah, here, against my cock. There you go, yeah take your jeans off.”

“Fuck, sorry, I’m so hard already,” Wyatt was panicking.

“Leave your underwear on if it helps,” Shane said quietly.

The noise of fabric on skin followed and the bed frame jolted a little against the wall.

Luca tilted his head. “Dry-humping. Listen to that.”

Shane whimpered, high and pleading. “Harder, Wyatt, there you go, let go, oh fuck you’re big, yeah, against me like that, keep going.”

Wyatt moaned and Shane talked him through it. “There you go. Against my cock, feel how hard I am. Yeah like that. Rub against me, fuck, it feels so good. Don’t make me come or Rozanov is gonna punish us both.”

Wyatt broke fast, whimpering and moaning. “Fuck—sorry—fuck—” A loud choked moan rang out as he came in his boxers.

He stumbled out completely silent with his jeans on but unbuttoned, the wet patch obvious on his underwear, and sat down in the hallway. He didn’t make eye contact with anyone.

Luca nudged his knee. “We heard you in there. Sounded like you enjoyed that.”

Wyatt nodded once. His throat clicked. “Shut up. We all heard you too.”

“It’s hot,” Luca sighed. “Relax.”

Ilya looked down at them and opened the door, stepping into the bedroom. With a casual flick of his wrist he invited everyone to get up and follow him in. The three of them trailed after him. Shane was lying naked on the bed on his back, legs apart, thighs slick with lube and covered in Luca’s come, dripping in sweat. His cock was dark and leaking steadily onto his stomach and his chest was heaving with shallow breaths. He looked up at Ilya with desperate, hungry eyes. “And now the party can really get started,” Shane joked with a huffed laugh.

Ilya stripped painfully slowly, laying his shirt across the back of the armchair, pulling off his jeans and then folding them. His hard cock sprang free, thick from listening to his husband being used by their friends all night. He climbed onto the bed, shifting Shane onto his front, then kneeling between Shane’s legs. He gave Shane a hard smack on the back of his thighs. “Fucking look at you, so perfect for me. So messy and open and ready for me to fuck. You will be good for me, yes?”

“Yes,” Shane replied, leaning forward so his weight shifted onto his elbows and he could arch up like Ilya wanted.

“I’m gonna show you off, so you better behave nicely for me,” Ilya growled. He thrust in with one deliberate motion. Shane’s back arched and he pressed back against Ilya. “Fuck, yes, fucking take me sweetheart.”

Ilya fucked into him hard, not giving him a chance to adjust, a punishing rhythm that had Shane moaning immediately. “Ilya—fuck—yes—feels so good—”

Ilya fucked him hard and steady, his hips snapping with the kind of precision that came from knowing every inch of Shane’s body. Shane’s moans escalated into shameless sobs, his hands fisting the sheets as he pushed back into every thrust, determined to match Ilya’s rhythm perfectly. “Like that, harder, fuck—”

“On your back,” Ilya commanded, pausing for a moment. He looked up at the other three men watching in stunned silence, all breathing heavily. “He comes so nicely for me on his back, and then I can—” Ilya flipped Shane over and pushed his legs up, “—do this.”

He pounded hard into Shane who started to whimper. “Ah! So deep—fuck!” Shane instinctively curled his body a little to make the thrusts more shallow.

Ilya smacked Shane on the thigh once, the sound making a loud crack in the otherwise quiet room. “Hold still, take what I give you. Be good and show them how well you take my cock. So full, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Shane breathed, “fuck it’s so deep. Let me come soon, please. I’ve been so good for you. For all of them.”

Ilya pushed Shane’s thighs up higher. “Like this, there you go. So nice and deep for me baby. So tight around my cock.” Shane’s cries got louder and louder, more desperate as Ilya fucked him harder. “Harder, like that—please—Ilya—please—want to be perfect for you, for them—show them—”

“Hold your legs up, nicely,” Ilya ordered, his voice low and final, eyes flicking to the group of men still watching, completely mesmerised. “Spread yourself wide. Hold your knees back. Show them exactly how much you can take—how you were made for my cock.”

Shane obeyed without hesitation, hooking his knees with shaking hands and pulling them back toward his chest, exposing himself completely—his slick hole stretched tight around Ilya’s cock, every thrust visible in obscene detail to the others looking on. The new angle let Ilya drive deeper, the slaps turning wetter, louder, and Shane keened—desperate, broken sounds spilling from his lips. “Fuck—feels so deep—wanna come, please let me come baby. Wanna show them how I come on your cock.”

Ilya leaned down, one hand bracing beside Shane’s head, the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise. “That’s right. Look at them watching you, Shane. They’re all so fucking hard because of how well you take it.” He thrust harder, grinding in on every downstroke, his voice dropping to a growl. “Come for me now. Show them what only I get.”

Shane came on command, his body arching off the bed and moaning Ilya’s name again and again. “Coming—fuck—Ilya—too much—still coming—oh god—right there—” His release spurted weakly across his stomach, his hole clenching rhythmically around Ilya, body shaking with the force of it. But even in the haze, Shane’s eyes darted to the others, watching them now panting as they saw what Ilya did to him. How Ilya had completely wrecked him.

Ilya didn’t slow down, fucking him through the overstimulation without mercy. Shane’s whimpers turned frantic as he quickly became oversensitive, his whole body trembling as fresh tears streaked his flushed cheeks. “Ilya—sensitive—can’t—please—fuck it’s so much—keep going—”

His hands were struggling to hold his thighs up, his whole body shaking now just to withstand the hard thrusts from Ilya.

Ilya looked straight up at the men, his gaze locking on their three wrecked faces. Luca’s hand was pressed against his crotch again, Troy’s jaw was clenched like he was fighting not to break, Wyatt’s eyes were wide and unblinking.

“Hayes, get over here. I need you to hold his thighs up for me.” Ilya’s voice was steady even as he continued the punishing rhythm that was punching a whimper out of Shane on every single thrust. “Come here. Hold his thighs wide, spread open for me. You two, come closer and see how he takes it so well.”

Wyatt walked over like he was hypnotised, kneeling on the bed to wrap his large hands around Shane’s thighs and pull them back up towards his chest, replacing Shane’s grip. He folded Shane nearly in half, and the new position left nothing hidden. The men could see where Ilya was fucking in and out of Shane, and Shane’s overstimulated body was shaking for them all to see.

“Is he doing a good job?” Ilya asked Wyatt, still managing to hold his voice steady.

Wyatt could only nod.

“Then tell him.”

“You’re doing amazing,” Wyatt croaked out. “Taking his cock so well. You must be so sensitive.”

Shane whimpered and nodded.

“So good for us, Shane, you did so well. Keep taking it a little longer.” Wyatt encouraged.

Shane closed his eyes and thrashed his head back and forth and cried out, “So fucking sensitive. Ilya, fuck, come on, please.”

Ilya fucked him relentlessly now, the bed creaking under the force, wet sounds filling the room. Shane’s cries devolved into broken whimpers, his body a live wire of sensation as he begged incoherently. “Fuck—come in me—fuck!”

Troy snapped then—shoving his jeans down right there, gripping his aching cock and stroking fast and desperate, his eyes locked on the sight: Shane spread impossibly wide, Wyatt’s hands holding him open, Ilya pounding relentlessly and Shane fucking taking it. Troy came with a choked moan, spilling all over his fist and the floor, his whole body shuddering as he watched Ilya somehow keep fucking going.

Ilya ignored him completely, focused only on Shane. He ground in deep one last time, coming with a low, possessive roar that vibrated through the room, filling Shane until it leaked out around his cock in slow, obscene trickles. “Good boy,” Ilya murmured finally, leaning down to capture Shane’s mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. “You were perfect.”

He pulled out carefully, the wet sound making Shane whimper one last time. Ilya kissed his sweat-damp temple. “So pretty for me.”

Shane slowly sat up and looked at Wyatt, Troy and Luca. They all looked completely undone. “So, what did you all think?”

They all swallowed.

“Oh come on!” Shane groaned. “Don’t be weird! I need feedback. How was that? Luca? Are we all good? That felt okay?”

Luca nodded, his eyes wide. “Yeah that was so fucking hot but I think I’m, like, about to bust.”

Ilya held both his arms out and up. “Come here then. Shane is filthy anyways. Finish on him.”

Luca stumbled towards the bed, yanking his cock out and pumping himself fast and messily until he came on Shane’s thigh. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Jesus.” Luca looked like he might pass out, so Ilya guided him to sit on the mattress next to Shane.

“Better?” Shane asked.

“Uhuh,” Luca nodded, still heaving and catching his breath.

“Troy?” Ilya asked, looking over.

“I’m—uh, yep. I, uh, finished. So I’m good. That was… holy shit you fuck him so hard.” Troy then whistled and laughed. “Nice work Shane, taking that cock.”

Wyatt cleared his throat. “So, uh, is this a good time to say I think I might maybe be bisexual?”

“High five!” Ilya said, raising a hand.

Wyatt didn’t return it immediately. “I mean maybe, maybe I kind of knew but. Wow. Fuck.” He walked closer to return the high-five to Ilya, which felt completely insane.

Ilya shrugged. “Good to experience new things. I’m glad you enjoyed that.”

Wyatt looked at Shane. “We’re, like, cool that I held your thighs up, right? Like that was fine?”

Shane nodded quickly. “Yeah, a hundred percent. I was shaking so bad I couldn’t have done it without you. So thanks.”

“And it wasn’t too like… intense?” Wyatt still seemed concerned.

Shane and Ilya both burst out laughing. “Intense? It’s just fucking, Hayes. Don’t worry. We’re cool. We’re so cool,” Shane gave him a big grin.

“I think we all need some food,” Ilya finally said. “Maybe everyone go and have a shower. I will order some Thai food, and we can watch a movie. Troy, clean the come off my floor please.”

A chorus of voices agreed that it was a really good idea. Forty-five minutes later, the group of guys were all sitting around the coffee table slurping their noodles.

“Well, nice for us to get the team orgy out the way,” Shane said, raising his ginger ale, “to the next season.”

“To the next season.” They replied.