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Explicit

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Cliff Marlow & Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Jackie Pike, Shane Hollander & Original Female Character(s), Shane Hollander/Original Male Character(s), Shane Hollander/Scott Hunter, Shane Hollander & Scott Hunter

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Cliff Marlow, Original Female Character(s), Jackie Pike, Hayden Pike, Original Male Character(s), Scott Hunter (Game Changers)

Additional Tags:

Texting, Boston Bears (Game Changers), Ilya Rozanov's Montreal Jane, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, WAG Shane Hollander, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander is a Little Shit, Autistic Shane Hollander, Good Friend Jackie Pike, Endgame Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crack, New York Admirals (Game Changers), Social Media

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English

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Published: 2026-02-02 Completed: 2026-04-09 Words: 60,166 Chapters: 17/17

Jane is Ilya's Favourite Lay

Summary

Shane does not know what he is staring at when he reads the name of the chat and the influx of texts.

This looks like actual hell, and more importantly why on earth would Ilya add him to the Boston WAGS chat?

TLDR: In an attempt to socialise in this new country Ilya puts 'jane' down as his WAG to connect to the team, this has unforeseen consequences for himself.

Notes

Chapter 1: Meeting The Family

Moving to a country with little knowledge of the spoken language is hard, being painted as the angry Russian communist villain only works to make it harder. Shane had told Ilya that Boston was nice, the in winter it might even feel like home to him. 

The thing is, Shane isn’t wrong, the people seem to get Ilya’s sarcastic statements, they play along with him, but it’s also so very lonely. His team is nice enough, but given his well-earned reputation, they keep a wide breath around him. 

He’s the rookie, he’s new and will have to earn his place no matter the fact he was a number one draft pick, he knows this. But it’s an endlessly frustrating process when he does not yet have the language skills to be able to tell them exactly how he feels. 

So, in retrospect, and when faced with Shane’s very angry text messages, he’ll say he regrets it, but when Sebbin, the current Assistant Captain, had asked if he had a partner, and Ilya had watch the other guys heads perk up, he gave them Jane’s number. 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

Tiffany: Alright ladies, listen up! 

I’m adding a new member to the chat 

Supposedly the new Rookie has a girl 

Lauren: The new rookie? 

The playboy who ends s each night with a different girl? 

Tiffany: You’re as confused as I am 

But Sebbin asked and now I’ve got his number 

Charlotte: Well, he’s from Russia 

Maybe he thought he was asking about a current partner 

Carol: No, cliff was talking about it when he got home, no mix up here 

Tiffany: Right, well I didn’t start this conversation for speculation 

I’m adding her and you’re going to all respond in some ration of this 

Hello Jane! It's so nice to have you here 

I’m Tiffany, Sibben’s wife, #42 

Customise at your own leisure  

Charlotte, Carol, Lauren, Teresa and Mandy liked this message 

Carol: Are you sending the first text with what this chat is? 

Tiffany: yes, and all we’re going to do is send the intro messages then wait 

Don't scare her off by flood texts, alright 

I’m adding her now 

New contact has been added: Jane (Ilya) 

Tiffany: Hello Jane, we got your number from Ilya 

Welcome to the official Boston Wags chat 

I’m Tiffany, Sibben’s wife, #42 the current captain 

Lauren: hey queen 

I’m lauren, St-Simon's girlfriend 

though hopeful future wife 

Oh he’s #18 

Carol: hiiii Jane, I’m Carol Cliff’s wife #7 

I think him and your man are friends so I might see you a lot 

Charlotte: hello, I’m Charlotte 

Vetrov's wife, the goalie 

Tereasa: heyyyy Tereasa, 

Kane’s fiance, #57 

Mandy: Sup girl, I’m Mandy 

I’ve saddle myself with Johansson, #26 

Jane has left the chat 

Tiffany: I have a distinct feeling that Lauren might have been right  

Lauren: Oh I’m sorry care to say that louder 

Tiffany: you were right, our rookie is a whore and an idiot 

I’m still going to add her back, because I’m in for the chaos now 

Carol: Oh I’m totally getting Cliff to invite Ilya to dinner now 

I need to know who this girl is!!!!!! 

Jane has been added to the chat 

<-> 

Lily 

You: Hello Lily, could you please tell me why I’m in the Boston WAGS chat 

Lily: oh no the grammar 

Hello Jane 

You are in chat because I said so 

You: why would you do that 

All these poor women are going to think you are cheating on me 

Lily: then say you are my best hook up 

Is true 

Then ladies be nice to me 

You: why did you even pick me 

Don't you have a whole roster 

You have Svetlana!!!!!😡 

Lily: yes but captain asked for partner 

You are best partner 

Is a special promotion 

You: I want you to know I'm shit talking you in this chat 

Ilya: good! 😊  

I here it is favourite pastime of American house wives 

You: I’m Canadian 

Ilya: but are you not mine? 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

You: hi, um thank you 

Sorry I had to check first with Rozanov that he meant to put me into this 

Carol: Uhhh why wouldn’t he? 

Lauren: I’m with carol lol 

Girl, if you’re his then you join us 

You: *link to Forbes article: Ranking Ilya Rozanov’s expanding list of hook ups* 

I am neither a wife or a girlfriend 

I’ve been told I can call myself his favourite hookup 

Tiffany: oh girl no 

Do you need me to tell my husband to smack some sense into him 

You: oh no, it’s all good 

If my work had a HABS chat I’d add him as my favourite hookup 

I live in Montreal 

We see each other like four times a year 

I expect no loyalty and neither does he 

Mandy: damn girl 

Why do I kinda live for this lifestyle 

Like, what a way to manipulate the system 

Charlotte: I think it’s cute 

He’s clearly been given freedom and yet keep coming back just for her 

That’s future couple goals 

You: I don’t think his future plans include marrying me

Tiffany: Sibben’s didn’t either 

Then I got pregnant 

Carol and Lauren side eyed this message 

You: that’s...not going to work for me

Tiffany: you never know 

Men get slopy 

You: trust me, it’s not happening

Mandy: oh, I see 

Stay strong sister 

There are other ways to bag a man 

Charlotte and Lauren liked this message 

You: thank you for the help 

But I am only 19 

Let's circle back in a couple of years 

Carol: omg you’re just a baby 

Tiff, you tried to get a baby pregnant 

Tiffany: We all have our regrets 

Lauren: I imagine now more so, with Jane having to read this 

You: oh no this is a highlight 

Please give me more tips I will not use 

Tiffany: okay, new girl has claws 

Well, got any advice for our boys 

They’re playing Toronto soon 

You: Toronto suck 

You could put a bunch of fish on the ice, and I imagine the game plays the same 

Actually, I take it back 

No fish could replicate the way Kent seems to stand and just watch the puck go by 

Carol, Charlotte and Tereasa laughed at this message 

Tereasa: why do I have a feeling Ilya chose you because of your hockey knowledge 

I’ve met Svetlana 

i think he has a type 

You: he likes to joke that he is going to convert me 

He wants me to root for Boston 

Hollander is clearly the better player though 

he’s much faster and has the better shots 

If Hollander wasn’t a recluse I'd have bagged that already 

Carol: Jane, i fear you’re braving harsh waters 

You: It’s fine, I know I’m right 

<-> 

Lily 

Ilya: shane come back 

Come back shane! 

You have left me on read 

Do not talk to the women 

I am more important 

You: I hope for your sake you’ve deleted those messages 

Ilya: yes I know the rules 

Since I play along do I get reward 

You: what could you possibly want? 

Is it not reward enough that I am suffering through conversations with women I've never met  

Ilya: No! 

Give me the gossip 

Who is bad in bed, I go give tips then make captain when Sebbin retires 

You: for the sake of your team they pick better 

Also, I have nothing to share 

They have not told me about anybody in bed 

Ilya: Maybe you just have not tried 

You are my favourite whore and yet you let me down 

You are meant to make me rise 

Jane disliked this message 

<-> 

Ilya looks up from his phone, Shane’s contact still on before he quickly puts the phone to sleep, as Cliff sits done in the cubby next to him. He's already laughing like the world is some great joke. 

“What is so funny?” He asks, hoping he has not missed something. “Oh nothing, just getting a live update from my wife Carol about your girl. You know when Sebbin asked if you had a girl people put in their wives, fiancés and long-time girlfriends, not their favourite fuck buddy.” 

Marlow is smiling, but his brows are also pinch together like Ilya has done something wrong. “Sebbin asked for partner, I give contact.” Marlow nods and claps him on the shoulder. “I hope to god you keep her around then, because I don’t think she’s going to be let out of the group chat anytime soon.” 

“She is my favourite for a reason Marlow; I would not let her go on a whim.” Ilya finishes unlacing his skates and when he looks up Marlow is still there, almost waiting impatiently like a small child begging for a scrap of attention from their parent. 

“What is it I have said wrong now?” Marlow quickly waves his hands and makes a choking sound. “You haven’t said anything wrong Rozanov, just...you should call me Cliff.” Ilya squints a little, despite his confusion he resists the urge to cock his head in confusion, it would be a sign of weakness. 

“Nobody on team calls you Cliff.” Marlow smiles back. “Some of the guys do, you know, my friends.” He says the last bit casually as if it isn’t something Ilya will latch onto and hold down like the greatest secret in the world. 

“Are we friends now Marlow?” Ilya puts a lilt into his voice and smiles wide and when Marlow flushes and stutters he traps Cliff’s head between his hands. “Is okay Cliff, you can be my friend too, I know I am very awesome and very successful, you ride coattails.” 

Cliff groans with a smile, rolling his eyes. “shut up you obnoxious asshole, Carol just wanted me to invite you over. I just think she’s trying to get to Jane.” Ilya nods sagely, “will not work, jane exists only in Montreal. Our visits short and important, no friends.” 

“Yeah, yeah, have fun getting laid asshole. Just know that all the guys will be ribbing you for having a favourite and adding her to the group.” 

“Yet, my plan has worked.” Cliff looks at him strangely, but Ilya keeps to himself with an air of aloofness. It would be a mistake to admit that you could not find a way to make friends, that you wanted to be more than the Rookie. 

Jane is a simple way. Shane is the best way. Having him will only serve to make him more noticeable, especially in Montreal. “Alright, keep your secrets buddy, but since we’re off tonight and game is tomorrow, Carol wanted to have you for dinner. She swears the team plays better well fed.” 

“I would not want to intrude in your space.” Marlow rolls his eyes, “I invited you, there is no intrusion. I’ll send you my address, just please come tonight, and wear something nice, and don’t bring anybody. I think the Wags have gotten attached to Jane.” 

“It has been only a few hours?” Cliff shrugs, “supposedly she has good opinions on hockey, the WAGS think you have a type.” 

“No type, only hot people.” Cliff hums in false agreement before moving back into his cubby and backing up to go home, leaving Ilya with only his thoughts and the unread messages he’d sent to Shane. 

Only two more weeks until he can see Shane in Montreal. Then can explain and maybe steal the phone to read the texts. The second part is far more important to do right now. The second part might also result in him being murdered, but Ilya is more than willing to take that chance. 

He doesn’t quite understand why Shane doesn’t like being added to the WAGS, he has opportunity to be somebody else, and yet he still chooses to be boring Jane. How very annoying for Ilya’s plans for hostile takeover. 

If he were Shane he’d be working on sabotage, by both fucking with the women and adding him to the Montreal WAGS. That is maybe a reason Ilya has not been added to the WAGS chat. Shame. 

Chapter 2: Hookup Culture

Chapter Summary

going through the 2010-11 season

Chapter Notes

Game day always leaves Shane in a bundle of nerves. It hits worse when he’s playing against Rozanov. He expects to wake up with a pep in his step before the game, there’s always one when he’s playing the only man that can match him. 

There is not a pep in his step, but rather a series of very alarming messages from enthused and enthralled women. Despite how stupid he thinks Rozanov was for adding him into the Boston WAGS chat, he is starting to like the ladies. 

He feels bad every time he talks though, because it feels like he’s manipulating them into being his friend. Hayden’s been telling him how hard it was to be friends with him, and to have the girls say it’s so easy and sing praises about how nice he is. It feels icky. 

It does not help when every other message from Rozanov, over his long periods of black out silence, is him asking about the stupid fucking chat. Shane has found himself responding to those messages with annoyance. He's not spilling the secrets of his friends for a man who doesn’t give him the time of day unless it’s within his schedule. 

Not even if Rozanov has decided to crown Shane with the title of best fuck. 

The point is, Shane is tired and annoyed and fucking horny and did no9t get a good sleep last night because all he could think about was his stupid hookup. So, as Shane rolls over in bed and raises his phone to his face he is not all that surprised to see the barrage of messages. 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

Tiffany: Alright ladies anything to report for tonight’s game 

And no Jane, not about you and Rozanov fucking’ fucking 

Sebbin has heard about it five times 

I have heard about it six times 

I do not understand why you don’t have that man on lock 

But get it girl 

Tereasa: no injures here 

But Kane and I have decide to get married in the off season 

Carol: then you best hope we get far so you have the money for it 

Tereasa: hey!!!! ☹️ 

My man makes good money 

Lauren: we all know whose man makes the best money here 

Jane 👀 

Tiffany: Ladies!!! focus 

Carol: nothing from Cliff 

He's good, though somebody check the rookies 

Lauren: Simon's also fine 

He said something about the rookies being dumb 

So I second carol here 

And you know who’s a rookie and has a girl..... 

Tiffany: Do not bug Jane 

Montreal is on a different time 

Carol: or she’s already busy getting laid 

Tiffany: ...did you have to say it Carol 

Carol: yes 

Lauren: yes 

Tereasa: yes 

Mandy: yes 

And Johansson said the rookies are fine 

And he’s fine from what I can see 

Charlotte: Sorry, just off work and talked to Vetrov 

He's fine, also mentioned rookie 

Mandy, i do not trust your husband’s word 

I vote we spam Jane 

Tiffany: Do no vote on this!! 

Many: All in favour like! 

Lauren, Charlotte, Tereasa, Mandy, Carol and Tiffany liked this message 

Lauren: lol, Tiff wtf 

Tiffany: I’m tired 

Everybody else was saying yes 

You: wow is this a direct staging of all those peer pressure ads? 

Are you going to tell me not to do drugs next 

Because I did weed once because somebody said it was meant to calm 

They lied 

Lauren: fuck yes Jane!!!! 

Carol: my favourite homegirl 

Charlotte: oh no! 

Jane baby, not the bad weed 

I will show you the way one day 

Tiffany: we called you to check in on Rozanov 

Now I kind of feel obligated to check on you 

You: nah, it’s all good 

The weed was months ago 

Friend dared me because I’m “too boring” 

Mandy: you’re fucking Ilya mother fucking Rozanov 

But sure Jane, you’re definitely boring 

Jane laughed at this message 

You: Rozanov also calls me boring so take that as you will 

Carol: this man somehow calls you both boring and the best hookup 

Who on earth is he fucking 

You: I ask that question a lot 

I look to tabloid magazines for the answer 

Then I text him the bad pictures where he looks like shit 

Gives me a little bit of satisfaction  

Lauren: oh wow 

I didn’t think Rozanov would be domestic like that 

Mandy: yeah that’s kinda cute 

He's like ‘oh no baby, you favourite’ 

You: you’ve misunderstandd 

I send them, he does not respond 

Unless it’s him beggin me to let him hit 

Tiffany: so, not to gloss over this concerning bit 

We'll circle back Jane, because that’s a little fucked 

But, by any chance do you know if Rozanov is good for the game 

Scroll up if needed, but something???? happened to the rookies 

You: unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, idek 

Rozanov likes to warm me up before our meet ups 

So, I know he’s fine because he has not stopped texting me 

In other news the rookies pushed Conners into the hotel pool 

He sent some good picks  

*Pictures of a dying man included, it’s clearly Connor, and if it wasn’t all of the boys are shouting his name* 

Conners also hit his arm 

Carol: lol, he looks like a drenched rat 

Mandy: girl, this is a thirst trap 

Lauren: damn your not-man in that white shirt 

You think Rozanov is looking for a new hookup 

You: he is always looking for a new hookup 

And yes this is a thirst trap 

I know because he followed it with a dick pic 

Anyway, Carol, tell your husband to cover for Rozanov tonight 

Carol: you have plans 😏? 

You: depends, if Montreal wins then yes 

If Boston does then Rozanov has been begging for the past year for a specific thing 

Tiffany: wow, that’s one way to bet 

at least with you as motivation I can tell my husband there’s hope for tonight 

If only you didn’t live solely in Montreal Jane 

It sucks that Hollander is always on his A game against us 

Mandy: yesssssss 

Like Hollander why 

Charlotte: my man always complains 

You: As a Montreal fan I can’t complain ladies 

We stay winning 

As for Rozanov, i think he enjoys fighting Hollander 

Maybe, you’d have to get one of the guys to ask 

I really don’t know 

Mandy: we definitely believe you girl 

I don’t think he’s asked you to play Shane Hollander in bed 

Lauren: Mandy No!!! 

Not the Shane Hollander role play 

You: omg 

This is brilliant 

I will be using this as blackmail 

Charlotte: how can their dumb sex opinions be used as blackmail? 

You: you underestimate the power of a chirp 

Fighting with Hollander is not the only thing he enjoys 

Tiffany: JANE YOU ARE 19 MAYBE 20 NOW I DON'T KNOW!!!! 

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?????? 

Carol: Jane don’t leave us on read!!! 

Come back girl 

Tell us freaky sex things 

Mandy: WE ALL FUCK HOCKEY PLAYERS 

WE KNOW THEY’RE FREAKS 

JUST HOW BAD IS THE NEW ONE?!?!?!?! 

Tereasa: Ladies, I think we lost her 

Tiffany, Carol, Lauren, Charlotte and Mandy have disliked this message 

Jane has laughed at this message 

Tiffany: you know what, I respect it 

Lurk Jane, you deserve it 

<-> 

Shane flicks off from the WAGS chat with a smile and tries not to look at Rozanov’s messages. They’re all just a series of thirsty words strung together in the semblance of a thought. It all just accumulates into him asking for Shane to fuck. Like proper fuck. 

He ignores it for now and drives into the rink early. The rest of his team are just now trickling in for training. Their first game against Boston is tonight and the stadium is packed. The autumn chill is starting to set in, and so are Shane’s nerves. 

There are big expectation for them tonight. Well, more for him. He has to beat Rozanov, and if he doesn’t then why did Montreal even bother signing him on. He feels the pressure weigh down and tugs the draw strings of his jumper into his mouth. The hard chew of biting into them clears his minds and all that is left is the game. 

All he can see are an array of plays flicking through his mind like a catalogue of weapons. He had spent all of last night watching and rewatching Boston games. He knows everybody’s ticks and plays, and with Connor a little down for the count they have an advantage. 

Shane curses himself for giving Boston the warning that their player was bad, if he didn’t he could’ve manipulated the play further. Yet would a victory based purely on deception really be that sweet. Would Shane have felt proud if he quite literally beat a man while he was down. 

“You’re thinking pretty hard there Rookie, you got a new play for tonight?” Hayden sneaks up on him easily, almost causing Shane to trip on the rise to the ice. “No, no new play. I just heard that Connors might be injured, so we’ll get to have fun with that on the ice.” 

Hayden seems to take the excuse in stride, but he keeps trying to look Shane in the eye. “Do you want to come to dinner with Jackie and I tonight, that’s my wife. It will be really quiet, just the three of us.” 

Shane looks to the side, back towards the ice, and Hayden is still waiting for an answer. Rozanov or Pike. “Not tonight, I already have a couple of plans, maybe next time?” Hayden laughs and claps him on the shoulder. “I’ll hold you to that man, Jackie is obsessed with being the first WAG to feed you!” 

“I don’t really eat big meals I'm on a macro diet.” He says as Hayden rushes to text confirmation for some later date that Shane hasn’t even fully agreed to yet. “Right, got it dude. Bird food only.” He sends the text with an ease that Shane wishes he could find when texting ‘Lily’ and yet at every turn his fingers falter. 

They’re away for the next few games up until February so he has a feeling Hayden will be waiting for a while on that return confirmation. As if sensing Shane is on another plane of existence Olsson gently stands beside him, the looming figure of a captain. 

“You good Rook?” In just a few simple words Shane feels seen, the whole locker room dancing in the light he produces with just his presence. Shane nods and sits to tie his laces, Olsson waits by him. “Hollander, I know what the media is saying, everybody does, but don’t let that pych you out. Yes Rozanov is good, but so are you. This team doesn’t need you to lead it just yet, simply play to the best of your ability.” 

He feels himself nod along and before he can stop himself he opens his stupid mouth. “Connor is hurt for this game, they just lost their first line defence, if you put me in I will be fast enough to get past the rest of their defence.” 

Olsson hums and leans on the railing like he hasn’t heard anything, then he looks back. “I don’t know where your source of information is rookie, btu if you’re right then I might just make a captain out of you yet. Now get on the ice and give me laps!” Shane smiles and breaks from the boards with a mock salute. He can do this, and even if he can’t he doesn’t really need to. 

Montreal ends up winning, and more importantly Shane ends up beating Rozanov in their face off, it feels magical. The first thing he does coming off this high in the locker rooms is check his phone. Sure, there’s a million sad messages from his girls, but there’s also Rozanov’s messages from before. 

Shae doesn’t know what comes over him, he isn’t sure why he gives in so easily, but oh lord does it feel good. 

<-> 

Lily 

Lily: Hollander we meet tonight 

You will be laying very pretty waiting just for me 

Get your hole ready for tonight 

When I win I take it 

You will be so happy 

Is like you win anyway 

You: how are your plans looking now Rozanov? 

What was your plan for if I won 

Lily: was not a part of my plan 

You never are 

You: wow, way to make a WAG feel loved 

You know, the girls think you’re a cruel man 

Begging me for this one sex position for a year now 

Lily: is not true 

You will be begging soon too 

Mr. crafty man Hollander 

Mr. No Ilya you can not read WAG chat 

But you read it to win your plays 

You: well you did hand the enemy your information 

That's on you for that photo 

Lily: very mean Jane 

I get in trouble with Sebbin for pushing connor 

And you get this thirst trap 

Cliff taught me that one 

You: of course he did 

Tell him to never devorice his wife 

They're a match made in heaven 

Perfect nosey freaks 

Lily: I asked team what freaks means 

They whoop and cheer for me Jane 

Are we ‘getting freaky’ tonight 

Thank Cliff 

You: I could that was Cliff’s work, don’t worry 

And no, that would entale full sex tonight 

And I only have a hotel to offer you 

So 1329 if you want a good blowjob 

It's the one near the Timmies on Saint’s street 

Lily: Da I know and I come 

Both ways 

If lucky you too 

Jane disliked this message 

<-> 

The months between when Ilya had seen Hollander last pass slowly, like a snail trying to kill itself on a busy road. Except nothing tries to kill Ilya only the infrequent on and off response he gets from Hollander. 

Ilya sends a dirty picture and Hollander gives him radio silence, but then they talk a day later and Hollander liked picture. Other times he ignores that Ilya has sent them. His responses are completely unpredictable. 

They obviously fluctuate with the games he wins and losses, but even then Ilya can never get a close enough read, as if Hollander is trying to put up a wall between Ilya and his real feelings. It is incredibly annoying, btu Ilya would be remised to say it isn’t fun. 

Half the reason he likes Hollander is for his cunning, for his hockey, the way he makes every game on the ice feel magical, the other half is for simple Hollander. The boring one who nags when Ilya smokes after he gets on his knees, for the one who doesn’t do sex in random hotel rooms. 

Of course, he enjoys the sex. In this country Hollander is one of the few times he is allowed to chase after men with full freedom and no risk of betrayal. It does not hurt that the sex is very good. 

“OOOOOHHH Rozy, you texting Jane? You know the whole team is excited for you when we go to Montreal, mainly the WAGS.” He smiles and nods along to Cliff. Roughing the other just a little to shake his arm off, not enough to cause a fight in the airport. 

The teasing had come naturally to every one of the older members. They teased him about wanting to make friends, about being confused, and yet they still welcomed him in, they forced him to come to dinner with them, and more importantly they asked after Jane. 

If Ilya’s being honest his plan wasn’t meant to go this well, he expected after a week Hollander would have ditched the WAGS, and yet it is now February and he is still in that chat, and the woman love him. 

They joke about Jane becoming head WAG soon, and when Ilya had come over for their last hookup he had spied the playful messages on the phone awaiting Hollander after he was done with him. 

“Yes, I sext my pretty Jane. Is an important repetition for my games.” St-Simone laughs loud, “i think you mean tradition buddy, and don’t worry we understand. Hey, I guess all our roles are reversed this game, Rozy gets to go home to his WAG, and we all suffer with our hands.” 

Ilya tuts, “da, but you forget. Jane is simply favourite. I do not need my hand when away from her.” His fellow rookies whistle but Cliff and St-Simone roll their eyes. Ilya has enough sense to know this is a moment to shut his mouth. 

“Rozy, you say she’s fine with this but Carol the girls don’t think she dates outside of you. If you’re not going to lock her down, don’t you think you shouldn’t lead her on like that?” Ilya opens his last texts to ‘Jane’ and read up. 

He smiles at his own joke about Hollander wanting to ‘come’ while he’s in Montreal. Then he keeps staring at the meaningless sexts back and forth. Would Hollander even want to be official with him? No, that is a laughable notion. Not possible. 

He closes his phone and a buzzing voice on the intercom crackles. Ilya winces and tries to piece together what little English he can, he rejoices in the fact that even the English speakers look confused. All except for Sebbin, their perfect captain. 

“So, Rozy, and the rest of you. No getting into Montreal tonight, too much snow, the game’s getting cancelled.” Ilya groans and stands up to find a cab. As they all leave the others pat him on the back and send him sad looks. It’s okay, he will just find another lay for the night. 

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BOSTON WAGS UNITE  

You: I’m just saying you hype me up like some great gift 

But you realise you guys lost last game 

Tiffany: yes but we lost with dignity 

Your not-man was on fire 

Shame Hollander was also on fire 

Lauren: ah yes, Shame Hollander my favourite hockey player 

Mandy: great minds think alike Laur 

And Jane, please 

You also have an effect on Ilya the week before he’s with you 

Did you see how well he was doing that last game 

You: that was not anticipation 

That was me sending him a nude 

I do see your point now 

I should be celibate so Montreal wins 

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Tereasa: Sometimes I say we vote to kick her out 

Then I remember the baby is probs going to be head WAG soon 

Charlotte: Is she allowed, we haven’t even met the girl 

No offense Jane, I love you 

Just you’re also not a wife or girlfriend, you are adamant about this 

You: no I’m with you Charlotte 

It's a fair question 

But one we can deal with in a few years time 

When Rozanov actually has that C 

Tiffany: Thank you Jane, you’re my favourite 

To the rest of you traitors suck 

You: yeah girls 

Her husband’s body isn’t even cold yet and you’re still beating the horse 

Mandy: the horse isn’t dead until your not-man is captain 

Then we can win the Stanley and all have hot Stanley sex 

Tereasa: saying the things we truly want 

Lauren: preach, it’s been too long 

Tiffany: hate this for me  

Since your plan involves my husband leaving 

But yeah, I want that hot Stanley sex 

Carol: here’s hoping we’re all here for that 

Charlotte: yes yes, we’re all horny for our men 

Can I have permission to beat a dead horse on behalf of Jane 

Just for a minute 

You: ....sure 

Charlotte: yay!!! 

So, um, just noticing 

We only go to Montreal twice this year 

Including the game this week 

Do you and Rozanov only fuck twice a year?👀 

You: ...... 

Now here me out 

Lauren: girl... 

Tiffany: baby.... 

You: I have the freedom to fuck other people during this time!! 

Tereasa: great you’re still getting laid 

That's nice 

You: I said I had the choice 

Not that I regularly indulged 

Lauren: Nooooo!!! 

We really did lose her to a vow of chastity  

Mandy: diva down 

Rozanov does not deserve that loyalty 

Carol: give him a little credit 

He doesn’t go out with girl two week prior to seeing Jane 

Tiffany: Carol, that is the bare minimum 

Jane, please go fuck a man 

Rozanov does not deserve your patience 

You: okay, btu have you considered I’m bad at picking up men? 

I like my nights calm and quiet, a man does not give me that 

Plus, we sext and call throughout the season 

Charlotte: I did not consider because it sounds ridiculous 

Mandy: you are god’s strongest soldier 

I fully believe you will win the race 

You're already in this chat queen 

Stay strong and god will give you that good romance 

Tiffany: I disagree, go be a whore and give Rozanov a taste of his own medicine 

Tereasa: get him Tiff!! 

Also i agree 

Treat yourself 

You: love all this energy btu I’ll be treating myself to his dick after Montreal wins this weekend 

Lauren: and now we’re back to the shit talking 

I respect it jane, you’re one consistent bitch 

Even though you’re wrong 

You: we’ll see how cocky you are when I win 😘 

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*half an hour later* 

You: fucking snow ruining all my plans 

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You: traitors

be nice to your future queen

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When Ilya had gotten home that night he had not had to look far to find another woman to sleep with, Svetlana was already waiting, dressed in only his jumper and a pair of stockings, she looked so pretty, and yet when they fucked there was a lingering feeling of disappointment, like he was missing something intrinsically. 

“Mad you don’t get to play Hollander tonight?’ She asks like it isn’t his favourite thing. “Da, you know this, is the reason I play, to beat small Canadian.” She quirks her eyebrow and her gaze snags quickly to where his phone buzzes with a text. 

She snatches it first. “Jane huh, does she know I am in your bed Ilyusha?” Ilya grumbles and has to fully squash her to get the offending item back. “Da, she knows, she accepts this. This is why she is my favourite. I added her to the WAGS chat.” 

“As in like the Boston Wives & Girlfriend's chat? Won’t she get the wrong idea?” He shakes his head confidently and scrolls through Shane’s sad little messages, for some reason they spark something in his heart. 

“She knows her place; she is very honest with the girls that she expects nothing of me. Is very refreshing.” Svetlana seems to accept this, choosing instead to drag him into another round, in-between kisses she looks at the phone again. 

“Why did you even add her to the chat, it’s not a requirement.” 

“Jane is my way of making friends, way for older guys to ask me questions, easy get to know you. And one day I use it for evil purposes as captain, like knowing if my men are being very dumb.” 

“I pray for your team’s sake jane uses her powers as future head WAG with a just hand.” Ilya kisses under Sveta’s ear. “Is Jane, she will be very by the book and boring. Is why I like her.” Svetlana gets this look in her eye, but Ilya keeps moving and they both move on.  

Somewhere in Ilya’s subconscious he is already counting down the days until he can see, touch and fuck Hollander. And maybe this time he will actually let Ilya fuck he. Ilya will just have to be on his best behaviour for that. 

Chapter End Notes

new chapter baby
I think I'm going to do a season a chapter then get closer as events become bigger, so next chapter with be 2011-12 or maybe 2012-13 because the first one doesn't have any information, btu we'll see

I'm just having so much fun with these girls, please comment your favourite, I've being trying to personalise them so give me who and maybe a reason why

Chapter 3: Captains

Chapter Summary

start of the 2013/2014 season

Shane gets excited for the start of a new season for multiple reason the least of which is any connection to what is happening with him and Rozanov. Shane is totally not excited for them to see each other in their rounds again, and he’s not excited that his new place will be ready in time for the new season. 

They’ve been on and off for 3 years now, and well things are looking good. They’ve only got a few months left until the 2012/2013 season ends and he’s nervous to say the least. Montreal is playing game seven against California tonight. 

His girls are secretly cheering for Montreal on ‘her’ behalf in their chat, but in his own mind Shane knows he’s not going to get them to the finals. He’s made two goals tonight, and Olsson’s made one as well. 

But California’s made five. 

He watches on the sidelines as one of their players gets taken out for a penalty. Olsson skates over to him, “Hollander, we’ve got a minute on the clock, you and I both know this is where the run ends, but how about we run last power play before my retirement?” 

Shane smiles, because the thing is the next season Olsson is gone and he’s getting pushed for captain, and between their bouts of sex Rozanov has told him there are whispers of the same happening for him. The WAGS have not been subtly about it. 

“I’ve got your back Cap, let’s go out with a high note.” Olsson nods in what Shane hopes is respect and Shane skates into position at centre, Olsson on his right. They have the power play and are willing to send it. 

Shane wins the face off and flies it across the ice, it’s his last game with the man who taught him how to lead with respect, and it’s Olsson's last time on the ice for a while, and they’re both playing like it. California has just sadly played better tonight. 

Olsson passes back the puck and zips through for the clear goal opening, Shane sends it and he hears the stadium cheer. He swears he hears California fans in there too, they all know it’s the end of an era. 

Olsson is the first to celebrate with him, smothering him with a hug. The rest of Montreal clammers on top of him like they’ve won the playoffs while in another corner California does exactly that. 

While Shane is endlessly upset they did not win the cup this year he knows they will eventually, he’ll make sure of it. For now, he gets to celebrate a goodbye, one of the many he knows is to come. “Good job Holzy, you’ll do me proud!” Olsson screams over the rest of the Voyagers and they all cheer. 

They line up to shake hands on the ice and Shane doesn’t feel even the littlest bit disheartened, they played their best tonight, and they’re so close to the cup, he can taste that victory on the tip of his tongue.  

“Shane, man! Want to come to my house for dinner tonight, celebrate the new position?” Hayden claps him on the shoulder as everybody files into the locker rooms. “Are you sure you’re not just celebrating your promotion alongside me Hayd?” 

“It’ll be a little bit of that, but come on man, loosen up, I’m inviting J.J along so you better be there. I also have some exciting news.” Shane agrees, taking pity on a very high-strung looking Hayden, the following smiles is way more intense than Shane had been expecting. 

Then the room quiets at the clearing of Olsson’s throat. Everybody halts their actions, turning towards their captain, Shane only hopes to be able to carry the same respect. “Do not let tonight’s lose dishearten you! We came out here to play tonight and not only did we show up but we gave them a fight!” 

A roar of cheers echoes and Shane tries his best not to flinch. “I may not be retiring with a cup this year, but I believe the man I hand my captaincy over to tonight will bring it home to you. Shane Hollander has been running plays and manning training all year. He is leading our team in goals and assists.” 

Again, the room cheers and Shane can feel a blush rise on his face. “He will be your captain next year, and while I will not be here, just know that I will be watching you at home, I expect to see you destroy Boston, maybe not next year but every year after. Holzy, bring us home our cup.” 

The rooms screams and at some point someone has started to chant ‘Holzy’, Shane knows that that was probably Hayden. He raises his hands in a quietening motion. “Thank you, Captain. I promise I’ll look after you legacy, make you proud. Now I need this team to make me proud. We’ve got the summer off, do not spend your time lazing about because if you do training camp is going to hit you hard. We’re not going down without a fight; I’m not letting us!” 

He raises his fist in the air and the boys follow, for once Shane doesn’t feel like he’s so separate from the team, for once they feel like they are completely his, and extension of himself and his drive. Something for him to mould and adapt. And when they pull him in and hug him, and ruffle his hair, for once Shane smiles and lets it happen, because this time next season he hopes they’re not going to be out. 

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Shane drives to Hayden’s house straight from the game, he has a distinct feeling Jackie is already prepared. When he warms the door to the warm kitchen light and the smell of a freshly made dinner he knows he’s right. 

As he does every time, Shane unlaces his shoes and toes them off at the door, putting them the shoe rack. J.J’s are already there. “I don’t think it’s very safe for you to have your door open for any visitors to come knocking.” 

He jokes walking into the dining area, he looks at Jackie and he can tell something is off but shrugs it off and takes a seat, there’s already a ginger ale waiting for him. “Ahhh our poor captaine finally has time to grace us with his presence!” J.J half shouts, already clearly intoxicated same with Hayden’s slurred movements. 

“You both know I had to do the press junket!” He protests to the result of the most childish boos in all of mankind. The rest of the dinner goes exactly as such until both of the men have tired themselves out and he finds himself helping Jackie help them into their beds.  

As he walks away from Hayden’s room upstairs he sees a door slightly ajar. Curiosity gets the better of him and he pushes the door open to see the crib all set up. “You know I think Hayden was planning to tell you both tonight then kept drinking to soothe his nervous and well...you know.” 

“You’re pregnant?! How long have you known?” He asks as he scoops Jackie into a hug. “We got through the first trimester before the playoffs and then we were waiting until you were done, btu then it took much longer than expected.” 

“I see there’s a reason why you didn’t get up to greet me at the door, would’ve spoiled the surprise.” Jackie hits him with a weird smile. “You calling me fat Hollander?! Imagine if I posted this somewhere, they world would have you in chains.” 

Shane flushes, “shit, sorry I didn’t mean it like that. Um, you’re glowing? I mean I’ve seen you the past few months and noticed nothing so that’s something.” She’s fully cackling now and Shane hopes it’s fine. “Never change Shane. Now, please get out of my house, and do act shocked when Hayden tries to tell you tomorrow.” 

“Yes ma’am, call me if you need help dealing with J.J, and maybe your husband as well, they’re both monsters.” She laughs and pushes him down the stairs and out the door. Shane drives home that night and straight to bed, he only gets the chance to check his phone the next morning. 

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BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

Carol: rip Montreal 

Thought they were going to go all the way this year 

Lauren: you and Shane Hollander 

I’m shocked he didn’t look more disappointed 

Charlotte: he’s a rookie 

Getting this far was impressive for him 

And have you heard the news 

He’s getting passed captain! 

Mandy: oh fuck 

Not the hollanov captaincy rivalry 

Wow the NHL really does love pitting them against each other 

How are you doing Tiff 

Tiff: I’m great 

I’m so glad Sebbin is finally retiring, the kids are starting middle school this year 

Also he took that bad hit this season 

So just glad he’s still with me 

Tereasa: are you sure you have to leave the chat 

I'm sure Jane wouldn’t mind subsiding her captaincy 

Tiff: hear me out  

I’m done hearing about hockey 

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Tiffany: You're all just jealous of my freedom 

Charlotte: yes but you didn’t have to snitch on us like that 

Now it’s too late for me and clearly Jane is busy so night 

Tiff: goodnight you poor jealous girl 

I’m going to have retirement sex with my husband now 

Mandy: just wait a year 

You'll regret not staying when we’re having victory sex 

Tereasa: yeah 

I’ve locked him down fully now 

(Sorry you couldn’t come to the wedding Jane) 

(Should’ve been in Boston locking your man down too) 

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You: Good morning ladies 

Thank you Tiff, rip Montreal 

Also no, I have been prepping for being the new Queen all season 

Don't steal that from me 

No, quick question is there anything you shouldn’t do pregnant? 

Carol: JANE!?!?!?! 
ARE YOU PREGNANT!!!! 
THIS IS NOT HOW YOU ANOUCE IT 

Mandy: girl you’re 21 

Baby no, you’re too young to have a kiddo 

Tiff: you know what 

Really happy to hand my captaincy over now thank you 

Get it Jane 

Tereasa: when I said you couldn’t come unless you locked him down 

I didn’t think you’d actually do it  

You: I see how this message was misinterpreted 

I am not pregnant 

Had dinner with a friend last night, she’s pregnant 

Carol: thank fuck 

Don't think I could’ve lied about being supportive 

Lauren: yeah love you girl 

But you a baby 

Mandy: would Rozanov have even liked the kid 

Oh wait would the kid have been Rozanov’s👀 

Carol: shockingly 

Rozy’s good with kids 

Like sometimes he plays with my kids I get baby fever 

Sorry not sorry Jane 

You: no hard feelings 

God I wish I could’ve seen that 

And yes it would’ve been Rozanov’s 

I still don’t have another boo 

Mandy: BOOOO 

Be a whore Jane 

You're not living to your potential 

You: It’s okay 

I’ll live to my potential in other ways 

Rozanov can confirm 

Carol: damnnnnn 

Get it girl 

Are we sure you’re not pregnant? 

Charlotte: trust me 

Double check 

It sneaks up on you 

If your friend is pregnant you might be 

It's contagious 

Tiffany: girls stop scaring her 

Jane I doubt you’re pregnant 

You: thank you for the backup Tiff 

Do not worry at no point did I think I was pregnant 

Now back on topic 

My friend is like in her third trimester by now she’s due soon 

WHAT SHOULD I GET HER!!! 

Carol: you can never go wrong with a stroller 

Mandy: please a good diaper bag is needed 

Maybe get like a month’s worth of diapers 

Hell if you’re worried give her money 

You: yeah.... 

She would not accept that amount of money I’m willing to spend 

It has to be in gift form 

Tereasa: Jane....girl are you rich 

You: I’m not just a pretty face 

I am also very loaded pockets 

And a good time 

That one has been peer reviewed by Ilya Rozanov 

Tiffany: ....anybody else 

Or is the only man for our new queen our captain 

Because just reminding you that he does not yet think the same 

You: I’m just a bit busy right now 

I have really been looking 

Charlotte: there aren’t any nice men in Montreal 

You: Char, love you 

Please look at the current man on my roster 

At what point is ‘nice’ what I’m looking for 

Mandy: okay but like surely you have an off day this summer 

Go down to the nearest club and pick up the hottest guy 

Carol: yes, please peer review Rozanov’s sex skills 

Do not just pick him and hope all goes well 

You deserve to be fucked more then four times a year 

Tereasa: the girls are right 

But also if you’re spending bank on your friend 

Get a stroller 

(also girl wtf is your job) 

You: thank you Tete 

I’m ignoring the rest of your advice❤️ 

Also I'm a little famous, so i can’t pick up anybody 

Lauren: boooo you whore 

Sorry *prude 

You: I will answer that at some point getting a call so stand by 

Tiffany: I doubt she’ll read up when she gets back 

But since I'm leaving after this summer 

I need you to make sure that everything is alright with Jane 

Mandy: don’t worry Tiff 

We'll look after her just like how we know she’ll look after us 

Plus, I have a feeling Roz is going to fuck up soon 

Then we can swoop in and convince her to fuck someone 

Carol: Love the plan 

But if Roz likes her enough to put her here 

I doubt he’ll let her go like that 

Lauren: she says she’s famous 

I doubt her name is Jane 

Celebs don’t last long 

Charlotte: well if they break up 

I’m keeping Jane in the divorce 

She stays in this chat as queen 

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Tiffany: yeah that’s fair 

She should get to stay 

I feel she needs friends 

Whereas I'm ready to fucking go 

I’ve got freedom to live 

You: alright I’m back 

Turns out it’s twins 

And i got a list of things they might need 

I am so getting the stroller 

Should I wonder what happened above 

Lauren: all good 

Just Tiffany suggesting boring retirement plans 

You: Tiff go to Italy 

God if I could go for a holiday anywhere it would be Italy 

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Carol: ....honeymoon👀

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Ilya stares down at his phone before the game and bites his lip. It’s their first game against Montreal for the season; thank God they’re in Boston because the shitty Montreal weather had stopped him from seeing Shane a second time he would lose it. 

Svetlana had told him how he could win the season this year, and he is going to make sure of it. It's only October but he can feel it in the air, their victory is on the tip of his tongue, and hopefully if he plays his cards right another tip will be on his tongue. 

“You’re staring at your phone pretty intensely there, who are you talking to Rozy?” Marleau is smirking above him, and Ilya knows he knows exactly who he is talking to. He flips the phone face down. “Is nobody important.” 

“Awe Cap, are you saying Jane isn’t important, my wife will hate to hear this.” St-Simon drapes an arm over Cliff, “I think everybody’s wives will be devastated to hear this, they love their new Queen. You know she asks about the team before every game, has our girls check in. Lauren says she seems excited to see you today, is that not reciprocated.” 

“No, I always reciprocate. Is no Jane is very good with the girls, she is a leader, is why I make her favourite.” The boys laugh and at the same time Ilya's phone dings. He makes sure the boys disperse before checking his phone. 

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Jane🌸 

You: Jane 

If I win tonight 

We fuck 

Jane: I’m not agreeing to that 

You: why? 

You know you will lose 

Or you want results either way 

It is okay i will treat you 

Jane: no 

We're not doing this 

You're not sexting me before the game 

We’re captains I need to do press 

And then give a speech 

You: relax Jane 

You will do fine 

You always do 

perfect Canadian 

Jane: fuck off Lily 

You: but it is so much more fun when you are here with me 

I send you address for tonight 

Yes? 

Jane: fine 

yes 

You: it will be fun 

I warm you up now and then I make you all gooey 

The boys tell me that you tell their wives I am very good 

Carol is jealous 

Jane: first you won’t make me gooey 

That doesn’t happen asshole 

You: sure jane 

I no know the right spots 

Jane: Second! 

Those women are snitches 

Traitors 

I can’t believe they would out their Queen like this 

You: Queen? 

Are you important Hollander 

Jane: wrong name Lily 

And yes 

Since I'm your WAG and you’re captain 

I’m in charge 

You: oh yes 

I hear Jane has been checking everybody is good for the game 

Also i am glad you understand you are mine 

Jane: god you say that like I’m you’re property 

You: and would that be so bad? 

Jane: shut up and fuck off 

You: don’t worry 

I send address after we win 

We have a good time 

You brag to WAGS 

Jane: I’m going to destroy you 

You: you promise? 

😘 

Jane: 🗡️die 

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“Alright boys, listen up! Tonight, I have plans with a very pretty woman, she came all the way from Montreal to see me, I am very impressive yes. But! I need to win tonight to impress her, do not let me down boys.” 

There are a few wolf whistles thrown in amongst the cheers and they all take to the ice easily for warmups. Ilya can’t help but let his eyes wander across the ice towards Hollander. 

He looks almost graceful gliding across the ice, and when he gets into those stretching positions Ilya can’t help but let his mouth water just a little at the thought of sinking his teeth in for a bite. 

He has the hotel room already booked for tonight and he had gone in earlier to lay everything out perfectly. Now he just needs to get Hollander to relax enough to fully get him into bed. 

Once he gets Hollander under him then he can get over him. Then he can get him out of his head and forget this fling ever even happen. He can forget the bubbling feeling inside of him. 

He just needs Hollander. 

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Boston wins the game. The game went into overtime and Ilya can see the bite of anger in Hollander’s eyes as he shake his hands. Ilya easily skates over to his locker room and starts his chain of fist bumps. “love you, love you, is good game today, I am very proud. Love you.” 

“Oh we know why you love us Rozy, have fun with Jane tonight, can’t believe you’re keeping her all to yourself on the one night that she’s here.” Ilya clips the top of Marleau's head, “Jane is busy woman, barely have time to fuck, no time to see wives.” 

“Trust us Roz, all of our girls are either mad or little jealous.” He laughs this time, “awe marly, do you need me to help fuck your wife for you.” 

“Fuck off Rozanov! Go home to your girl, mine wouldn’t break girl code like that, she’s too busy trying to get Jane laid outside of you.” Ilya’s head turns at this. “What do you mean? Does Jane not sleep around outside of me?” 

“I don’t know man, Carol says she doesn’t. Says that jane says she’s too busy for that and it’s hard to find someone. They’re all wondering how she even found you.” 

“We ran in similar circles, now we are far away. Now I do press interview, maybe I should trash on sad lonely Shane Hollander.” The team laughs around him and piles into the showers; he can’t stop his brain from looping over the words in his head. 

Hollander has not been sleeping with anybody other than him. It is meaningless. It's will not matter and it does not, it changes nothing about the two of them. 

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Shane is in a mood after the game. He was so fucking close to winning. The whole team was relying on him to win that shootout, he’s the team captain, it’s all on him now. Deep down nobody is actual saying anything bad about him, but his mistakes linger in the back of his mind as he catches the cab to the hotel. 

It looks expensive and he can’t help but think about how much Rozanov has spent on just this single night with him. He takes the elevator to the right floor and quickly check his breath. It's not like it matters it will smell bad in a matter of moments. 

Shane feels shady as he steps foot onto the floor and makes a beeline for Rozanov’s number. He only has to knock once before he is pulled into the room and met with the crash of lips into his. 

“I won Hollander, will you be satisfying my end of the deal.” Shane pushes out of his grasp. “Fuck off, I didn’t agree to that Rozanov! We’re in a hotel; anybody could hear us here.” 

He rolls his eyes and it only serves to make Shane more pissed, pulling Rozanov into him if only to make him shut up, no other reason. “You are ready needy tonight, get on your knees, I deserve some reward.” 

Shane sinks to the floor and as he fumbles at the zipper of Rozanov’s jeans he can only think about what it would be like doing this with someone who actually cares about him. Those thoughts are quickly subdued by Rozanov pulling on his hair and thrusting into his mouth. 

He gets lost in this world, the soft push and pull of Shane taking Rozanov’s dick in and out. He enjoys the harsh tugs and he enjoys the way Rozanov seems to just lose himself to Russian mutters. 

He can’t understand every word, but he can understand the basic tugs and the ‘fuck Hollander's that slip out of his mouth. No matter how mad he is, the night is delicious, and when it’s all done and Rozanov returns the favour with equal enthusiasm, grip at his chest in just the right way that gets Shane going, well, Shane leaves tail tucked between his legs. 

He returns to his hotel room with Hayden and all he can think about is how his WAGS think he’s some confident model or actress and here he is foiled by a singular man who is craving one thing Shane is too scared to give.  

And what happens to them when he does, he doesn’t think he can keep going knowing his girls are out there without him. He’d hate to disappoint them, and at this point he doubts he can go a day without looking at their dumb messages. God is he completely and utterly fucked. 

Chapter 4: To Get Fucked

Chapter Summary

To Ilya with love, this was a shit move boy

Chapter Notes

Shane doesn’t know what he did wrong. It feels like everything is sort of just falling apart around him. He’s meant to go to the Olympics in a few months, he’ll be captain of team Canada, and he’s captain of the Montreal Voyagers now. He is at the peak of his career and yet everything is going downhill because of Him. 

It’s been a week since he saw Rozanov. He brought him to his new apartment building and after all of his begging, Shane had laid himself bare for the man, and now a week later Rozanov does not answer his texts. 

Shane has tried to entice him by suggesting he has information from his girls, and yet his texts to Lily always go unanswered. The hardest part is that Rozanov has read them, he’s looked and them and has decided that Shane is not worth it. 

Was he truly that bad at sex, we he unentertaining, did Rozanov just dread having to look at him the entire time. Was it because Montreal had won that night. Was the apartment too much, was he being too much by doing all of this just so they could fuck for the first time. 

Shane was probably being weird about the whole thing, and Rozanov is probably on the other side of the boarder embarrassed by all of Shane’s texts, because why would he be texting him. Shane has gotten too comfortable living a life with Ilya Rozanov in it. 

Shane has gotten too comfortable as Jane. Him being put in the Boston WAGS chat as Rozanov’s meant nothing back then and the only reason Rozanov hasn’t told him to leave is because he serves a purpose, nothing more. 

Rozanov does not love him like the rest of the Bears love their wives and girlfriends. Jane is simply another lay, he will never be anything more or anything substantial in the eyes of Ilya Rozanov. 

And maybe that is his fault for not trying hard enough, for not putting in the effort to be better, to learn. 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

You: hey girls 

Back when you guys did hook ups how long between days would he usually text you back 

Just ask for a friend lol 

Carol: bitch please 

What the fuck has Rozanov done 

Mandy: girl we’re going to war for you 

My husband saw Ilya yesterday  

That man is fine, no reason not to text 

So what the fuck happened 

You: it’s not a big deal 

Just last time we met up we had fun like always 

I let him do something he’s been wanting to do 

Fully consensual, that’s not the problem 

Just we used to text everydayish 

But he hasn’t texted back all week 

Lauren: are you fucking kidding me 

Please Jane 

Tell us you’re joking 

Charlotte: Jane, my queen 

This is a huge deal 

Our captain is being a massive dick for no fucking reason 

At least he could’ve blocked you 

Tereasa: yeah he’s pulling you on a string 

Fuck him! 

You: no, don’t fuck him! 

That's what’s got me into this whole mess 

Mandy: and this man said you were boring 

Jane the Bears have practise tomorrow 

I’m sicking my husband on him 

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Carol: on the other hand 

I’m hosting team dinner tonight 

(you know, jane’s job that Rozanov won’t give her because of this bs) 

You: (not my job, again I’m from Montreal) 

Carol: don’t care 

I vote blind side him! 

Tereasa: yes baby! 

We drag him into a dark alleyway and rob him 

Beat him up in the name of our Queen 

Our boys will bail us out 

You: I feel like that’s a bit extreme tete 

He's just not responding to me 

Charlotte: it is when you look like that 

You: Char...you don’t know what I look like 

Charlotte: yeah but Rozy only dates models so you’re obviously a ten out of ten 

Also, your vibe just screams I’m hotter than you’ll ever be 

You: I guess I’ll keep that in mind 

Thank you? 

Now can we get back to my real problem and not revenge 

Mandy: what real problem? 

You said your not-man isn’t texting 

We're offering to figure out why 

Tereasa: yeah! 

We've brought along solutions Jane 

He can’t not-dump you before Stanley cup sex 

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You: bold of you to assume Montreal isn’t going to have a come back 

But more importantly I feel I did something wrong 

Like what if I was so bad he left 

I’ve kind of only ever fucked him 

Carol: ....Jane you’ve been around for 4 years 

That does not scream disappointment 

Rozy’s doing somethign weird here 

Mandy: buttttttt 

Hear me out now... 

Jane, if you’re feeling insecure 

Maybe it’s time you try and find a nice hookup for yourself 

Charlotte: 👀omg are we finally having this convo again 

Please Jane 

We're begging our queen to go peruse her kingdom 

You're a great catch!!!!!! 

You: I’m not sure about that 

I’m kind of boring and only focused on hockey 

Lauren: now I'm just saying names 

But like how funny would it be if you fucked Scott Hunter 

You: I can not fuck Scott Hunter 

Lauren: oh but you can girl 

And it would absolutely torture Rozy 

Carol: I’ve never met a man who hates Scott more 

Hearing you left him for an older man would be sooo funny 

Please Jane 

For us🥺🙏 

You: ....If the chance arises 

Maybe I'll get with Hunter 

Very unlikely!!! 

Mandy: if anybody could get that brick wall 

I’d believe it to be you Jane 

Tereasa: yeah I mean you got Rozy to blush 

And you’re like the only girl he keeps 

I can’t believe he’s losing you because of his own bs 

You: ...right losing me 

Charlotte: my queen 

Please tell us if he texted you today you wouldn’t make him beg 

You: he’s so good at sex 

It would be a wasted opportunity! 

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Lauren: honey no 

Alright this is too sad 

Carol, we do your dinner plan we’ll hunt down Roz 

Jane, listen to me 

It's time you get laid from an outside source 

Pick the nearest good club to you and go vet a man to fuck in the bathroom 

DO NOT BRING A STRANGER HOME 

Carol: I got you Laur 

Mandy: even better! 

Jane if you don’t want to go alone 

Your friend had the baby yes? 

I’m sure she’ll love to hang out with you 

You: what is it with this chat trying to get me laid 

Also I'm not sure if the friend will want to come 

I'd have to tell them a lot about me 

I’d have to mention Rozanov and they hate him 

Tereasa: lol got to love Montreal 

And queenie if she doesn’t accept you for idk what you have to tell her 

Then is she a real friend 

Charlotte: Jane you do not have to mention Roz 

In fact it’s better if you don’t 

Just be like 

“sorry I lied, I in fact do fuck, come to a club with me” 

Carol: i imagine this is how you picked up Vetrov Char 

But she’s right Jane 

A real friend is going to stick by you 

Like we are now 

You: okay 

Thank you girls 

I think I’ll talk to her 

I'll have to say goodbye for now 

But best believe Ill be back with all of the details 

❤️ 

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<-> 

So, Shane lied to the girls, well not really lied, it’s more that he put on a really good face. He pulled off a lie that he could not do if anybody even looked at him for a second. They’re all pushing for him to talk to Jackie, and he loves Jackie, but to tell her would he’d eventually have to tell Hayden. 

He can’t ask a woman to keep a secret like that from her husband, it could tear them apart. Hayden would also ask so many questions about Shane bringing Jackie to a club and not him. It all just sounds like a total disaster waiting to happen. 

So, he sits and waits. He lets the clock tick by, seconds turning to minutes. Just him sitting there in his house staring at a blank wall trying to control his breathing. The worst part is that in this moment the only person he’s thinking about is stupid fucking Ilya Rozanov. 

Shane’s stuck thinking about his perfect curls and how good his mouth feels when it drags on the side of Shane’s neck. He's thinking about that stupidly hot deep accent he has and the way that Rozanov has known him so long that he just knows the right buttons to push. 

Shane doesn’t want to be normal right now, he doesn’t want to find a woman he wants to find a man that he can drag into that fucking condo and get railed by so that he can forget the disaster of a situation that was what ever happened between him and Rozanov. 

Shane stands and he feels the panic fade away, not to nothing, it’s still there like a buzz underneath his skin, but something is very different his time. He has a fucking challenge; he is not going to let Rozanov just fucking leave him high and dry. 

He isn’t going to let that man treat him like Shane was just a chore to fuck and get over and done with, no that’s bullshit. Carol is right, if Rozanov looked fine at training then fuck him, if he hasn’t lost his phone and he’s fine to go along to a team dinner then fuck him, or preferrable fuck somebody other than him. 

Shane that his phone from the kitchen table and find a semi-comfortable chair in his house. He can not be too relaxed when he tries to plot out his master plan to Jackie. He is getting laid tonight, and he knows for a fact that Jackie will be on his side. From the amount of times, she’s brought up her male cousin’s boyfriend around just him, he’s got just a bit of an inkling. 

<-> 

Hayd #35 

You: okay I know this is weird request but you’re going to have to trust me 

Hayd #35: well 

That's not news I want to hear at 7pm 

You: can I please have Jackie’s number 

I might also need ot borrow her for the night 

Hayd #35: ....man 

If I didn’t know you had no game I’d be worried 

You: can I have her number or not 

Because I will bug you until I get it 

Hayd #35: damn, now I really am wondering what you want it for? 

Are you going to seduce my wife 

You: no literally the opposite 

I need a wingman for tonight 

Hayd #35: EXCUSE ME 

DUDE I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO HOOK YOU UP FOR YEARS 

AND YOU’RE LETTING MY WIFE 

WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON’T 

You: do you really want me to answer that? 

Hayd #35: ...no 

I've seen how you are when you critique us in training 

I do not want that heat 

You: good choice 

Now give me Jackie’s number 

Then give her privacy so that we can talk to each other 

Hayd #35: and then give her the night so that she can go to a club to pick you pick up chicks 

You: see, you understand 

Thank you so much Hayds 

Hayd #35: fine...here 

########## 

I'm shocked you didn’t have it before 

You: so am I 

But aren’t you glad we had this conversation 

Hayd #35: not even the littlest bit. 

<-> 

Shane looks down at the number and calls. He doesn’t want to text, he can’t have living proof that they had this conversation in case it all goes wrong. He laughs hysterically into the air and holds his head in his hands. 

He just needs somebody in his corner, somebody to know the full him. He knows that Rozanov had Svetlana. He can have Jackie, and if it all truly goes so well, then maybe he can have Hayden too. 

The phone barely has to ring before she picks up. “Surprise surprise Hollander. Care to tell me why you’re calling me and my husband has told me that he has to remove himself from the room, and that I need to prepare a clubbing outfit. It's a little short notice.” 

“I know Jackie,” he lets out a strangled laugh, “I just couldn’t take any chances, and I know Hayden is nice, but I didn’t want to risk my luck.” 

“You’re scaring me Shane, come on. I thought this was a fun call.” He nods to himself and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jackie, you know how you’ve been telling me about your gay cousin...” 

There’s a soft gasp on the other end of the line. Shane can feel the tears pricking in his eyes, and he doesn’t know if Jackie hears the small sob he lets out. It doesn’t matter either way because she’s already saying ‘oh baby’ in the sweetest voice. 

“Shane, please tell me this is you...you know.” He gulps. “uh, yeah I'm coming out, not as like guy I just like guys, I'm pretty sure I like women still. I don’t know. That’s not really the point of tonight.” 

“What is then Shane, because you coming is pretty big, I mean Hayden and I had thought, but then you got Lily so...” 

“Lily’s a man, and we did hook up but he ghosted me. So um, tonight I need you to play gay wingwoman for me. I could get a woman, but I just need to replace him on my mind.” the batted silence between her answer almost kills Shane. Everything is flashing in front of him like a bed red warning sign. 

“Trust me Shane, I've had my fill of hate fuck hook ups. I'll drive over to your house then we can drive to the like one of two gay clubs in Montreal, I doubt anybody will know you. The lights will be too dark and erratic.” 

“I-uh, I don’t know how to thank you for this Jackie.” She lets out a comforting hum. “I won’t out you to Hayden, but I just want you to know that he’d be okay with you if you told him, and if not you’d get me in the divorce.” 

“You don’t have to lie to him Jackie, you could tell him now.” Frankly if she’s so certain he’d be fine with it then Shane no longer has the energy to care. He almost goes to hook up but Jackie stops him. “Shane Hollander, I’m not coming out for you. You need to be the one to have that conversation, but I can not explain your truth to somebody else.” 

“Alright Jackie, I’ll see you soon, do you need me to send my address?” She fully laughs. “God no, Hayden says it enough I know it by heart now. If I wasn’t secure in marriage I'd assume my husband was fuckign you.” 

“It’s never too late for us to be the ultimate three-way Jackie.” He doesn’t know why but something feels very off when he jokes about it, he can’t imagine anything worse than seeing Jackie naked. And that’s nothing to do with Jackie. 

“I fear the only person enjoying that would be Hayden, and I think we’d both rather see him suffer. Now, I’ll be there in ten, you better be in the hottest outfit you own!” Shane mock salutes where Jackie can’t see him and pulls out the only thing from his closet that had Rozanov on his knees when he first saw him. 

“I’ve got it Jackie.” Shane hangs up and curses every god that he can’t stop thinking about fucking Ilya Rozanov. 

<-> 

The club fucking sucks. It’s exactly like every other club except for the fact that there are infinitely more women here, and a lot more men in the most scandalous shirts he’s ever seen. Unlike him, Jackie seems to all but float on a cloud as she parts the sea of people for him. 

“Alright Shane. Are you bringing this guy home in an uber, or this a blowie in the bathroom kind of situation.” He looks back at her horrified. “Dear lord that gave m too much information about yours and Hayden’s bedroom habits. I uh guess I want to bring the guy home. I have a condo apartment complex built...”  

He drifts off as another guy walks past; his hands graze the back of Shane’s loose and very unbuttoned shirt. Jackie smirks back at him. “Okay, you’re very new at picking people up I see, at least Hayden wasn’t wrong about that. In other news, the fuck you mean you have a sex condo!” 

She orders a non-alcoholic drink, and he gets his ginger ale, for once the people don’t seem surprised someone is ordering it. “it was an investment Jackie, I rent out the other rooms. Don’t talk to me about how I spend my money!” 

She’s fully laughing at him now and before he can respond a thick and muscular arms breaks between them. He has dark skin and a very pretty face that is entirely focused on him. He feels like he’s being hunted down like he’s prey. It's exhilarating, it’s fucking everything. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, I’m Micha.” His accent is fucking French, it makes Shane feel dizzy and weak in the knees and out the corner of his eyes Jackie keeps giving him thumbs up. “Uh hi...I’m Shane!” He holds out his hand and instead of shaking it Micha bring it to his lips. 

He can hear Jackie let out a soft ‘god damn’ but he’s going to ignore it. “Hello Shane, is there any chance I could invite you to the dance floor?” Shane looks at Jackie and she gives him a classic universal ‘are you stupid’ before he finds himself nodding and being dragged to the dance floor. 

He’s always found dancing in clubs dumb. There’s barely any space to move to do something traditional or flashy. Now though, no he completely understands the appeal. With everybody packed in the dancing is practically him grinding on Micha. 

It’s still awfully loud and everything is still incredibly sweaty, but that’s what you sign up for when you go to a club, so he isn’t too overstimulated from what he prepared himself for. More importantly with his hands on Micha’s chest and dick already half hard Shane almost loses it. 

The situation in his chest only gets worse when Micha has to lean down to talk to him, whispering so close in his ear that he’s practically kissing it. Shane feels like he’s weak to this man’s every advance. 

“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight, is there any chance I can get more than a dance tonight.” He says in that delicious accent. Dumbly Shane nods. “Yes, please. I have a place we can go to. Not a big fan of bathrooms.” 

Micha smirks and runs his hand through Shane’s hair before pulling him into a kiss. “My Shane, do you have big plans for tonight?” Shane feels the flush on his skin, but he swallows down the butterflies that a man saying his name elicits.  

“Maybe just a little. I’m not a big fan of clubs, so if you’re down, I can pay for uber, I just need to check on my friend.” Micha nods with that flashy smile and when he returns and Jackie is still at the bar, her drink downed now. 

What Shane doesn’t notice is that Jackie now has a better view of the man he is with. She goes impossibly still before impossibly giddy. “I see you’re good for the night, am I fine to go back to my man, feeling kind of horny now.” 

“I do not need to hear that Jacks, but yes, go home and make baby number three, actually don’t, we’re in the playoffs, this is more important.” She laughs and de-seats herself. “Treat him well Micha, Shane text me tonight when he leaves, or in the morning at 9 at the latest.” 

He looks at Micha and he rubs his hand. “Uh, I think I'll take you up on the second option.” She squeals and hugs him close. “Have fun, but not too much fun.” he laughs her off, and starts finding an uber. 

“One last thing before we go, I need to say goodbye to my friends too, do you mind?” Shane smiles and shakes his head, following Micha to a table in the back. He doesn’t know any of their faces but one of the red head girls looks up from her phone and just stares at him. 

“Rose, I'll be going home with my friend here, don’t wait up. Tell Adrian not to be too much of a whore.” Wordlessly she nods and Micha almost drags him out of the place before he can panic too much, that does not stop him from doing so when they’re in the fresh air. 

Micha just gently rest Shane’s hand on his chest, forcing him to breath with him. “It is okay, you are clearly famous I see, do not worry. Rose is a very good friend and knows better than to run her mouth. Nothing will happen tonight, just a good time.” Micha smiles, and for once Shane chooses to trust him. 

<-> 

Shane does not remember much about the car ride, there was a lot of crawling hands behind the driver’s back, and just his constant inner monologue of is he actually going to fucking do this. And well, the thing about Shane Hollander is, he is not a fucking quitter. 

Micha's mouth is still on Shane when he pulls him into the condo, when he drags the man all the way to his bed and pushes him onto that mattress. “Sacre blue!” Micha groans as Shane mouths over his pants. 

“Shane, i thought I would be doing the leading, you seemed...what is word...innocent!” Micha lets out a cry and Shane gently teases at the fly on his pants. Micha stops him and pulls his face forwards to kiss him. Shane breathes heavy. “You know what they say, it’s always the quiet ones.” 

Micha laughs and flips them around until he’s pinning Shane into the bed. “Tell me, did the man before me tell you how delectable you are, how your voice echoes in my mind and how cute I can already picture you will be when completely blissed out on my cock?” 

“No, my past...lover, did not indulge in such words, we were brief interactions.” Micha hum as he reverses the rolls and pulls on Shane fly and slides a hand down the front of his jeans, coaxing out a moan from Shane’s mouth only to capture it with his lips. 

“i will have to me very nice then, keep you coming back to men, qui? Even if it is not to me, I will be generous.” Shane does not get to agree with words his mouth already filling with curses as Micha caresses him as he removes Shane’s jeans. He might not say it but boy is he nodding along and meeting are gesture with the whole enthusiasm of his body. 

When Micha lubes up his fingers and circles around his whole, slowly opening him up like some great treasure Shane preens, he enjoys every lick of attention while running fingers down the man’s back. And when the moment is over they’re both tired and sticky, and yet still Micha takes the moment to grab a washcloth and clean him off, to hold him as he drifts off to sleep in the other man’s arms. 

When Shane wakes up in the morning it’s to the sound of somebody else’s alarm. He checks his own phone and it’s 10 minutes to 9, when he looks over to Micha he lazily smiles from where he has grabbed his own phone. “I thought you might not want your friend to worry. I also will need to be going, i have an early, don’t worry, I do not need to take my shirt off so your artwork is very welcome.” 

Shane flushes and simply watches the man pick up his clothes, he kisses him goodbye and watches him walk out of his life. They never exchanged numbers and Shane isn’t even that mad. Micha was just some man in a club, a good time, great fucking time. 

So, with his bedmate already having done the work of waking him up he opens his phone. He sees the onslaught of messages from the girls and almost has a heartattack about the dinner, but more importantly there is still nothing from Rozanov. How predictable. 

<-> 

Montreal’s Best WAG 

Jackie: have fun tonight, Shane 

Don't go too hard or you won’t play well for the game tmr 

You: me, going too hard, you must be kidding 

Anyway just checking in 

The guy has left, I think he was a model or something 

He say he had to go to a shoot 

Jackie: no Shane 

That was rising star Micha Frente 

They're filming that X-force movie 

You: THAT WAS AN ACTOR 

Jackie why would you let me bring him to the condo 

😭 

Jackie: lol you brought him to the sex cave 

Poor baby, was he unimpressed 

Or are you just embarrassed all of his coworkers are going to see your hard work today 

You: oh shush jackie 

Your husband is going to see all of his hard work today 

Jackie: oooohhhhh 

Shane Hollander has chirps 

Hayd told me you were a good boy 

You: only when a want to be 

Jackie: About Hayd 

When do you think you’ll tell him? 

You: want to do dinner tonight 

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<-> 

Shane mentally prepares to have to deal with that awkward dinner, but at least now he gets to happily hold his two new nieces. At this age Ruby and Jade are cute, he has a feeling they’re going to turn into menaces very quickly though. 

Menaces much like the girls in the next chat he has to look at, and from what he can see it all has gone to shit. 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

Carol: hello Jane 

Please have a great time fucking whoever 

We're going to kill Rozanov for you 

Mandy: “is it crime not to talk” 

“I tell you I am whore, Jane is aware, Jane is fine” 

Bitch please Jane is not even the slightest bit fine 

Tereasa: my queen 

We did good 

We didn’t make it a team issue, so no on ice icing out 

We're just giving him looks 

Charlotte: we told him to call you 

Please tell us he did 

Or at least texted back 

Lauren: ha! I doubt it 

Roz left and I've found somebody already posting about hooking up with him 

Shit sorry for putting this all out here Jane 

You: looks like all of you had an eventful night 

I’m glad you’re not saying shit your husband’s 

Never sabotage his game like that 

In other news I had a very good night 

Mandy: THAT’S MY GIRL 

What a lucky fucking man 

Lauren: awe our baby is all grown up 

(did Roz text) 

You: (no Roz didn’t text) 

Your girl got laid by a movie star 

Left enough scratches that I should be memorable 

Carol: DAMN 

How dare Rozy call you boring Queen 

I’m telling Cliff about this sexcapade 

And if it happens to get to Roz... 

You: you know what 

I’ll let that one go because he might get desperate and fucking call me 

Charlotte: Noooo! 

Jane are you still hung up on our shitty captain 

Girl you had a movie star 😭 

Tereasa: fuck... how good is Roz in bed 

Lauren: I hate to agree but tete is asking the real questions 

You: ...that’s the problem 

It's not about how good Roz was, the man I hooked up with was great 

Fantastic 

Fucking ten out of ten 

Just I fear I may like Roz for more than sex 

....a character flaw 

Carol and Lauren laughed at this 

Carol: oh baby 

We've all been there 

It's how I got my husband 

Lauren: can confirm it hapens to the best of us 

So what’s so sweet about him? 

You: absolutely nothing 

He's a massive fucking asshole 

But I fear I’ve grown attached 

Mandy: we’ll poor one out for you 

You and what I assume is going to be a dry spell 

At least til Rozy comes crawling back 

You: ...maybe not 

I mean, i didn’t mind my hookup tonight 

And it’s not like I’m picking up a stranger every night 

Plus I liked hanging out with my friend 

Tereasa: yessss get it Jane 

Carol: oh hell yeah 

Rozy is going to have to beg for you 

Mandy: we’ll be watching with baited breath 

Please keep us updated 

(and maybe give details if you sleep with another celeb) 

You: (I won’t give names, but I’m willing to rate) 

Don't worry, I think I can hold my ground against Roz 

Charlotte: I’ve seen that man’s puppy eyes 

You don’t stand a chance 

You: I know that Char 

Just let a girl dream 

Now want to hear details? 

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Chapter End Notes

I want everyone to know, we're going to be diverging from canon pretty hard, I hope this chapter is a good representation of that.

I would love to hear your theories and ideas for any upcoming chapters, I've got two more chapters in 2014 then we're jumping.

Chapter 5: Olympians

Chapter Summary

I am not sorry about this chapter. I think I've gone insane and lost the plot of this fic, at this point I'm just letting Shane go crazy. The plot will hopefully come to me next time
anyway enjoy Scott and Shane lol

Chapter Notes

Life is shit, life is hitter then shit it fucking stinks and trudges everything around him down. Ilya can not fully explain the ways in which his life seems to be falling apart, and somehow it all revolves around Shane mother fucking Hollander. 

He hasn’t talked to Hollander in months, he probably won’t talk to him again for the rest of his life, only catching glimpses of the man when they pass each other like waring ship on the ice. It’s all just so cruel, and he has no one to blame except himself. 

That is not true, he can blame Russia, and even thought he does not want to, if it means he gets Hollander to come back into his waiting arms then maybe, just maybe he would lose it all for him. But that is just a fantasy, a child’s thought built on nothing, no a relationship, not love by any means. 

The point is everything sucks, and absolutely no one is taking pity on him. The boys do not know anything. They laugh and jeer in the locker rooms like there is nothing room with him. He puts on a smile and they perform. They will be going to the playoffs. 

But, just because his team do not know, does not mean their wives and girlfriends don’t. They rarely come to practise before this season, and if they did they sat and talked amongst each other, they did not make a habit to sit close to the glass. 

Now they do and it is infuriating. It their final game before the break for the Olympics and he worries he will not be able to go because he is going to kill one of these women. Based on how they talk it is going to be Carol or Mandy. 

Marly and Johansson will learn to forgive him. Jane won’t, but Jane is also the fucking reason he’s going to kill them. Coach is working on line drills, shifting them. He has to approve, but he has to watch first and Jane’s girls know this. 

Jane has probably told them everything a captain must do so that they can better formulate their attack. It’s hurts. Ilya can not believe for even a second that Hollander would sabotage him in such a way, but the golden boy plays dirty when he wants to. And he always wants to when it comes to Ilya. 

“I heard that Micha is in Montreal again tonight, do you think if we do the sleuth work for her we can convince Jane to go out?” It is Lauren, she is usually nice and put together. Ilya does not think she is anymore, not when she is setting up Jane with anyone else. 

“She already said she won’t do the same person twice,” Carol pauses as they nod, Ilya tries to act like he’s not paying attention, “but I think there’s a better play here.” 

He has to bite his tongue and hold on to every word begging them to stop. “Carol if you’re trying to set Jane up with Shane Hollander again, I think I’ll have to kill you!” 

“No, Char. I say we do one better. We keep mentioning players we think she could bag. Jane says she’s going to be at the Olympics, guess which handsome and single guy is there.” Carol wiggles her eyebrows and Ilya is mad at himself for losing so much focus that he notices that. 

“Please tell me you’re talking about Hunter, and not Rozanov!’ Mandy bemoans like Ilya is not the entire reason that she knows Jane. He gags at the thought of Hunter and Hollander. Would Hunter even be able to treat Hollander the way he likes, would he press him into the mattress, wall or floor at all the right spots. 

How quickly would he cum when in competition with his eagerness. Hunter couldn’t handle Hollander, he highly doubts any of the men Hollander has allegedly been with for the past months even compare to him. Hollander will still be a blushing virgin when Ilya comes back to collect him. 

“Of course I'm talking about Hunter! If you haven’t noticed Jane likes tall, competent and hockey, literally every guy she mentions has those attributes, and Hunter fits!” Out the corner of his eyes Tereasa is rolling her eyes. 

“If Jane wanted Tall competent and hockey I'm just saying, Shane Hollander is right there and very much the perfect match to piss off Roz.” Jokes on the WAGS, Ilya would pay to see Hollander look after himself. Maybe that is the subject of next time, he will get Hollander all spread out and begging for him. 

“Alright, well I'm alternative captain, and I say we concentrate our energy into this. More importantly Jane says her friends are trying to get her out there, a little to enthusiastically for her tastes, so we’ll be the voices of reason.” They all cheer quietly, stuck in their own world unafraid of who they hurt with their words. 

And that is the thing. Ilya is alone. He is alone and scared and must return to Russia to face the imminent threat of everything every year. Hollander was like him, he was alone and scared, but now he is out to friends. 

Now Hayden Pike, Montreal’s 15th best player, follows him around on the ice like a dog on a leash, and it is sickening. Worse even, Boiziau seems to know as well, glaring player’s words into submission. 

They get to touch and hold Hollander; they get to defend him and act crazy. The world already thinks pike and Hollander are fucking, why does he get to take this connection from Ilya too, what is so special about him. 

He slams his stick so hard into the boards in break, and he just lets it fall to the floor as he steps onto the ice. He shakes off the concerned looks and stands rigid next to the coach. No matter what he shakes off the anger follows him to the game and although he wins all of his mean keep staring at him. 

When he leaves and doesn’t promise to out with any of his Rookies he doesn’t notice the shared looks that pass between Marly, Kane and St-Simon. 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

Carol: Jane how mad would you be if we fucked up Roz’s game tonight 

Like on accident 

You: accident or ‘accident’? 

Carol: first one 

We're so sorry 

You: don’t apologise to me 

It's clearly him that you pissed off 

So what did you do anyway? 

Mandy: we showed up to practise 

Sat too close to the change rooms while Roz was watchign for coach 

Then proceeded to talk about your hookups 

You: YOU TOLD HIM ABOUT THE HOOKUPS????? 

Charlotte: I thought you said we could? 

Wait fuck Jane 

Are you back together! 

You:  no we’re not together 

I’m not a cheater 

Just fuck, I kind of wanted to come to our next hook up better and shock him 

Yes I said you could tell, but like one time months ago 

Have you been bullying him for months?! 

Lauren: ...yes 

Respectfully, we thought it would be a taste of his own medicine 

You: Lauren, Rozanov is the most jealous man in the world 

And we both kind of suck at feelings’ 

Tease once fine 

Keep saying it and he’s never talking to me 

Tereasa: then we get a game plan 

Carol: yessss 

Mandy: we were joking about getting you to hookup with Scott Hunter 

Since you’re both at the Olympics  

(for some reason. WHO ARE YOU) 

But maybe instead you talk to Roz 

You: YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO GET ME TO HOOK UP WITH HUNTER 

Well, no wonder tonight’s game has been rough 

THEY’RE LITTERALLY PLAYING THE ADMIRALS 

Charlotte: alright yes, bad idea 

But Carol’s bad timing aside 

Getting you and Roz to talk in Russia is smart 

You: he will not talk to me now 

What makes you think he’ll even look my way in Russia 

Maybe I'll be too busy fucking Scott Hunter 

Lauren: yes get it girl! 

You: not the time Laur 

Lauren: right, sorry 

But come on 

Roz is going to want to talk to you 

Carol: yeah 

I mean just hearing about you made him break a stick against the boards 

You: fuck he did? 

God how weird am I that I find that hot instead of threatening 

Mandy: i think it’s more of a sign that you trust he won’t hurt you 

Which is weird since he’s hurting you right now by not texting back 

You: yeah....but like he’s defending my honour in front of you sooooo

Carol: Jane. For the sake of everybody in this chat 

Please get a life 

Or get laid 

Lauren: I’m a big advocate for both here 

You: yes, yes, I’m making bad choices 

Now, pick, option 1 or option 2 

Charlotte: fuck yes I love picking outfits 

You going to show pics 

Or still going to stay invisible Montreal jane 

(I’m still not convinced it’s your name, but Carol says Roz never stumbles with it sooo) 

You: it’s not outfits, now like my message 

Option 1 

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Mandy: i like to be rebellious 

I don’t like losing 

You: maybe you would be a good hookup for Roz 

Anyway I guess we’re doing plan ‘talk to Rozanov’ 

Lauren: WAIT DID i JUST VOTE AGAINST FUCKIGN SCOTT HUNTER 

You: yes 😘 

Now I have a flight to catch for the Olympic s so hit here and wallow 

Bye bye! 

Carol: well now I’m wondering if i picked correctly 

Cuz like yes I love free Jane 

But also, she’s had months to find an actual partner 

It's just making me think she just wants Roz 

But also YESS GIRL GET IT 

Tereasa: Carol, she put Rozy as option 1 

Everyone knows what you really want is what you put first 

Mandy: that’s not true and you know it 

But what is true is that she chose what those options meant 

She could’ve lied to us about who she put where if she truly wanted to fuck Scott 

Charlotte: omg 

That's actually pretty deep 

@jane I know you won’t get most of this until you return 

Since Russia sucks 

But i think everybody here wants whatever makes you happy 

And if for some reason that’s a man who’s been ghosting you 

Then go get it 

Carol: true that 

God give you strength 

You're going to need it with Ilya 

Mandy: more like God give her stamina 

Have fun babe 

Logn live the Queen! 

<-> 

Sochi is cold, it is colder than the worst winters back in Boston, worse than when the power went out in his childhood home. Everything is stilted here; it is all quiet and neat and perfect. The only thing that roars louder than the crowd at games is Ilya’s own heart. 

He will have to go to some party after this, his father will parade him around as if he can still remember who Ilya is supposed to be. He will release him to the hands of Svetlana, and they will all act like nothing is wrong. 

He will have to act like a perfect prince, a loser who will be fighting for redemption, but he has nothing to fight for accept his own anger. He loves hockey but it is a harsh and bitter game. 

Russia is out before they even have a real chance to play the game. They lose spectacularly, and yet he is still expected to be presented around the arena, boost morale and watch other competitors. So, he picks a sport he can learn from. 

If he happens to pick one people online were saying they saw Shane Hollander at, then would that be such a big deal. Ilya does not think so, but if the world knew the true him then maybe they would. He watches from the rafts, his eyes drifting away from where the pretty men dance to Hollander. 

His eyes try not to catch on old man Hunter; they try not to talk in every look that passes between the two. He wonders if the WAGS have already persuaded Shane to try his luck, he wonders what cold dark hotel room is covered in the evidence of the two of them. 

Would Hunter understand the risks of Russia, Hollanders certainly doesn’t appear too, too wrapped up in that fleece that almost swallows him whole, leaving only a white Canadian rabbit in his place. A perfect rabbit that would look so good bouncing on his cock, swaddled in only his jersey, with his number and number plastered on his back like property. 

Ilya watches all that more intently when Hollander escapes his chair and leaves through a gate. He watches as Hunter’s eyes follow the man out of the building, if that is where he has gone, or maybe he waits in a bathroom for the other, sneaking around like a dirty secret. 

He is so consumed by the thought of the two that he does not realise he is the one Hollander has snuck out to see. Not until the man is standing next to him. He looks breath takingly gorgeous with the blue light reflecting off of him. 

He wants to feel bad to beg, but there is nothing he needs to beg forgiveness for. This is Russia, they cannot be seen together. They should not even be seen together as friends under normal circumstances. It could risk their whole future together. 

“Hey.”  

Hollander is the first to talk, because of course he is, he is stupid. “Not here.” 

“I saw you up here, I wanted to see how you were doing.” He looks so excited, like he is waiting for Ilya to say something specific, he can not. “I am fine, go sit down.” 

Hollander looks angry, but Ilya turns his gaze away to focus back on the skating, to look as if he knows what he is doing, what he is planning, when he truly knows nothing at all. “We are nothing, not here, go away Hollander.” 

“Are you okay?” 

It cuts through him like a blade on ice, and Ilya is left bleeding from a gaping wound that won’t close up. He closes his eyes. “Please. Go.” 

“You haven’t answered my texts.” Ilya feels life draining from him. “No, I have not answered your boring texts, now will you go?” Hollander has the audacity to laugh, but he does not turn, he does not walk away and Ilya hopes it means something, even when it shouldn’t. Not here. 

“I can’t believe the girls encouraged me to fucking talk to you, to try and get you to talk to me for even a minute. You’re a selfish prick Rozanov.” Hollander is so rarely mad, to have it directed at him is a treat, but not like this. 

“Da, but you must admit that you like that about me.” He tries to joke quietly, hoping his voice doesn’t echo in the cold stadium, but it does not land. 

“I’ve already admitted that a million times Rozanov, if you’d just talk to me you’d already know that.” Ilya feels his heart shatter and forces himself to turn back to the ice, watching the men take laps. 

“We can not do this right now, not in Moscow, maybe not even back home. Please leave Hollander. I do not want to see you again.” Hollander does not put up a fight this time, for once in his life he isn’t stubborn. 

But Ilya is not him, and so he keeps his eyes trained to the ice and tries to bite back the tears in his eyes. He wonders if Hollander took the chance to look back at him, or like Ilya he will just move onto the nearest warm body. 

Ilya couldn’t even blame him for it. He’d do it too if he could, if he could be safe and free at the same time. If he could be brave and not think about all he’d miss at home, the people and memories he’d lose alongside being brave. 

He will go home this summer, and he will find a way to go home the victor. 

<-> 

Shane is fuming, he has been fuming since the fucking Olympics, to be fair about that one they’ve only just finished. He’s mad and he’s sieving. He had trusted the girl’s messages, trusted that they were right about Ilya, about him wanting to be with Shane, about this all just being one big mess. 

But they were wrong, they were so fucking wrong. Rozanov had not wanted to look at Shane for even a moment, he had barely given him the time of day. He had told him to go away, to leave with a ferocity. 

Now he’s sitting alone and horny in the fucking Paris airport. He has a lay over from here to Montreal and then a good few days to himself back on his feet for the rest of the season. “Attention, flight QU12KLC to Montreal is delayed for the next day at 5am!” 

Well fuck that too. He’s stuck in this shitty airport for another 12 hours, fighting to get some rest on these stupid uncomfortable chairs. He just wants to have told the girls he got something from this trip. 

“I’m going to take a guess and say that’s you Rook.” Scott Hunter slips into the chair beside him. “My flight was the one delayed just before this, looks like snowfall in both our cities is pissing off the airports was the one delayed just before this.” 

Shane wants to say something, to joke back, but damn does Scott look good in this light. All his mind can piece together is the conversation they had about being gay in Sochi and the endless teasing from the girls in his chat. 

“Good thing we’re together then, we could find a hotel to share.” he looks away aiming for nonchalant. “Yeah, we could Rook. I’ve got a place that has a room free. Just, uh, one King bed, will that be a problem?” 

Shane turns back to him and by god is he willing to admit the mad is hot. They wouldn’t last well together, there’s not enough push and pull, even he can admit that, but Shane would in fact be down for a very hot hookup. 

“Yeah, Scott, that sounds good. You want to head there together then.” He picks up his carry-ons and moves to the exit, out stretching his hand to help the other up. He knows the other also only brought the small suitcase beside him. “We can go together Rook, we’re friends aren’t we?” 

When Shane looks up Scott is looking back down with a wolfish sort of smile, and by god is Shane willing to get eaten alive by this man. He’s willing to the point that he doesn’t care about the rest of the tired travellers around him, he leaves with Scott and it doesn’t feel like that big of a deal. 

He speaks French in the hotel lobby to secure their room. When they reach the door, almost instantly Hunter is trying to take his clothes off. “You know, I’d say take me to dinner first, but I somehow never manage to get to that part with anyone.” 

Scott blissfully laughs and Shane is happy to help remove the layers of clothing. Between the bread and the hard abs Shane is not too mad that his conversation with Ilya went poor. “God Hollander, you look gorgeous.” 

“You say that to every guy Hunter, or just the pretty ones?” Scoot is moving kisses down his chest and sucking hickies over his pecs, almost groping him in a way, but not as harshly as Ilya does it. Shane tries not to feel disappointed at that. He fails miserably. “Don’t worry, only the ones that are good enough to get into bed.” 

He moves further down and Shane arches to give him better access his body feeling like it’s running and mile. He lets out a moan when Scott finally puts his mouth around Shane’s dick. He finds himself sliding his fingers into Scott head. 

He tugs hard, and with it pulls the most delicious sound out of Hunter. Shane loses himself in minutes, cumming straight into Scott’s mouth, the other barely splutters, riding him through it and gulping down the mess. When he finally pulls off Shane pushes him into the mattress to return the favour. 

Scott is left a mix of breathy moans and pleads for god. It’s fucking refreshing. Neither of them talk about it after, they shower separately and crawl into bed, setting individual alarms for their flights in the morning. 

When Shane wakes up in the morning it’s to an empty room and a bright yellow sticky note on the top of his charging phone. ‘Tonight was fun, but I have a feeling there was someone you’d rather I’d have been. ######### message me ;)" 

Mentally he agrees and pockets the note for his flight home. He pays extra for the in flight Wi-Fi and turns on his phone for the onslaught of text message, and for once he takes the number of his late night hookup and adds it into his phone. 

<-> 

The Old Gay Dinosaur 

You: hey Scott 

This is Shane 

Dinosaur: hey Rook 

You finally got back to text me huh? 

You: yes, I had to rush to the airport 

Thanks for last night 

Dinosaur: you’re thanking me for sex? 

That's kind of sad 

You: oh no, you’re mistaken 

I’m thanking you for the hotel room 

Pretty sure I paid you with amazing sex 

Dinosaur: damn Rook 

I can’t believe everyone thinks you’re a prude 

Well I can because same here 

But wow 

I mean the skill of last night was evidence enough 

You: aweeee did you have a good time Scott? 

You feeling jealous that one of us is getting laid 

Dinosaur: wow okay 

You're a bit mean Hollander, never let anybody tell you otherwise 

And I could get laid if I wanted to 

I’m just so tired of that 

And I have a feeling you are too 

You want to talk about what the rest of my note said? 

You: fine, yes i did wish you were someone else 

Nothing against you, just he’s better 

Dinosaur: can I ask you who 

You: yes, but I need you to delete the message on your end, I’ll be deleting it too 

Rozanov 

Dinosaur: fuck, well that’s certainly something 

I would say I'm surprised, but I’ve seen you two 

You: you know what they say go big or go home 

Dinosaur: I did not need to hear about that implication 

You: no you really did 

he tells me every time we text so someone should suffer with me now 

Dinosaur: right, on that topic 

How many of your friends know about you? 

You: are you thinking of coming out Hunter? 

Dinosaur: not really, I have nothing to gain from it  

that would outweigh the misery  

I just am thinking about telling a few of the admirals 

You: Well, if the conversation in Sochi is anything 

Carter seems to be gunning for some gay friends 

If it helps, both J.J and Hayden know,  

and by extension Jackie, we went to get me a guy one time before Hayds knew, true ally 

They've been good about everything 

J.J keep trying to get me to help him get into gay clubs 

I don’t have the heart to tell him clubbing isn’t my thing 

Dinosaur: I’m glad to hear you’re not alone in this Rook 

And I see the boring rumours do hold up 

I was thinking Carter, I might do it before we come back 

I doubt the admirals are getting far into the play offs 

Your man might do good though 

You: god you’re as bad as the girls 

He's not my man, and what? 

You didn’t want to say Montreal could get it this year 

Dinosaur: Montreal (you) could get it anytime, call me ;) 

But no, really, he’s been going good 

and the loss this Olympics could send him 

Also who the fuck are the girls 

You: ahhhh well 

I'm kind of Rozy’s favourite hookup, at least was when we were rookies 

They asked him if he had a girl 

And well he saw and opportunity and put me down 

Well ‘Jane’ 

Dinosaur: Hollander. 

Please tell me you are not in the Boston WAGS chat 

You: I won’t tell you then 

Though I will say 

Since Roz hasn’t talked to me in months 

 they’ve been encouraging me to hook up with other players 

Highlights: 

Myself 

You 

Hayden 

Dinosaur: Are you the fucking head WAG?!?! 

You: they call me their queen 

Now bye bye Scott Hunter got to check in about the sex we had with my girls 

Dinosaur: oh god 

No wonder Roz played like a man possessed last game 

They talked about your hookups! 

Please never let them mention this to him 

I don’t want to die 

You: too late 

Roz already definitely thought we were fucking in Sochi 

So you’re like majorly fucked 

Dinosaur: WAIT A SECOND 

SINCE YOU WERE ROOKIES!!?!?!? 

COME BACK HERE HOLLANDER 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

You: hey girls 

Guess who’s back from Sochi and can now talk to you again 

Mandy: yessssss 

Give us the news 

How was hot sex with Rozanov 

Carol: please tell us you and Roz got back together 

I don’t think Cliff can handle sad Roz 

Lauren: nobody can handle sad Roz 

Maybe Jane, I believe in our Queen 

You: yeah so...talking didn’t go well 

Basically laughed in my face and told me to fuck off 

But I have a feeling it’s to do with Russia, something else was up, not me 

Anyway moved on to plan B 

Charlotte: the anti-baby medication? 

I thought you didn’t fuck him 

You: no! 

I practise safe sex, no baby captains 

I meant I went and fucked Scott Hunter 

Tereasa: HOW?!?!? 

I TRIED TO GET HIM YEARS BEFORE KANE 

MAN IS A STONE STATUE 

You: I am very hot 

And very convincing 

I said ‘this will fuck over Roz’ 

And he bent me over easily 

Carol: some days I miss when you didn’t tell us shit 

Like please girl 

Love you tho, and more details 

Mandy: weak Carol 

Keep talking Jane 

I need new materiel for Ilya 

Lauren: this is only more reason to tease Roz 

Like who losses a girl to Scott Hunter 

I mean he’s a babe but like that man is stonewall 

Charlotte: laur I think you meant a stone wall 

Stonewall is the gay thing 

Lauren: I said what I said 

Now was Hunter any good 

You: I promised I wouldn’t brag too much 

But I will say damn 

Still would go back to Roz though 

Lauren: i love how this is every fucking conversation 

You're just here saying I fucked a man 

But boy did I wish I had fucked your captain 

Get a grip woman 

Carol: hold on a minute 

If you fucked Hunter 

Do you think he could put you in the New York WAG chat 

Mandy: could you imagine 

Lol 

We could unionise 

You: now that’s an idea.... 

Tereasa: Jane did you get his number? 

If so please ask 

Charlotte: were begging 

I want some new girls to harass 

None of the boys have permanent girls 

They also say we’re scary 

You: i do have Scott’s number 

It would be crazy to ask though 

And even crazier to just unionise both of our groups 

Carol: I'm meant to be voice of reason with you 

But like it would be so funny girl 

You would be head bitch there too 

You: Roz would murder everyone if they found out 

I could not open with I’m Roz’s whatever 

Mandy: but think about the chaos!! 

Tereasa: please my queen 

We never ask for anything 

You: you are always asking me to fuck men 

You got me into this mess! 

Lauren: yes and we’re going to get you Roz back 

On the power of pure jealousy 

You: I believe you’re all on crack 

But I fear this might also be genius 

<-> 

The Old Gay Dinosaur 

You: yes yes, since rookies get over it 

I’ve been gay, last night told you this 

Dinosaur: ahh so you finally return 

How were the girls? 

You: yeah so about that... 

Dinosaur: Shane did you tell them I sucked in bed 

If so rude, unless it was truly that bad then I'm sorry 

You: nah you were fine 

Dinosaur: fine?! 

You: Scott I fuck Ilya Rozanov 

You were fine 

Dinosaur: okay don’t get to full or yourself 

That's Rozanov’s job 

What did you want 

You: I’m ignoring that comment 

But you know, since we fucked and you need a beard 

How would you like to be hanging out with ‘Jane’ 

Dinosaur: are you asking to be put into the New York WAGS chat 

You: if I say yes are you going to add me? 

🙏🥺 

Dinosaur: This is the greed they mention in the bible 

I’ll add you after I talk to Carter 

You: never let the world tell you you suck at hockey scott

you're still my twentieth favourite player

Dinosaur: you suck

You: and swallow

thank you for your time Hunter

I can't wait to unionise

Dinosaur: WHAT?!?!

STOP SAYING WEIRD SHIT AND LEAVING

Chapter End Notes

Just house keeping stuff.

Yes I'll probably bring Micha and Rose back when we get to that time period.
Yes i'm aware this is absolutely a crack fic, trust nothing to be canon
If you're wondering about the centaurs stuff just wait it'll be brought in
Shane and Harris will be besties, and when i get Kip I know Shane is dragging him kicking and screaming into that WAG chat

Chapter 6: Boston Takes the Prize

Chapter Summary

we're getting closer to the union, for now ilya gets a bit of joy

Chapter Notes

Shane gets the follow up text from Hunter a week later, it’s clear this has been weighing on his mind for a while. He had sat through Carter talking at the Olympics trying not to out himself with his own panic that he hadn’t seen Scott, but clearly Scott had seen him. 

They’d been talking on and off for the past week, Scott had been asking how it felt to be sort of out, and Shane didn’t know how to say it didn’t really feel like he was. The thing is, sure he’s been hooking up with men in clubs and bringing them to the condo, but these men never know him. 

Nobody he seems to bring back matters, not in the way Rozanov does. Scott was a fluke, a one-off bit of semi-revenge sex which Shane regrets having because he much prefers to be his friend. Annoyingly he can’t regret the night, because without it he wouldn’t know that he isn’t the only one. 

But Rozanov doesn’t know this. He won’t call Shane back and he won’t text him. No matter how many hookups Shane finds himself under, all he truly wants is to have that connection back, somebody familiar he can fall into. 

He misses every bit of it, the ease of simply knowing one another so wholly. Other men have been good, they’ve been fine, but they don’t know how to work him yet, Rozanov didn’t need to be broken in like that, he just went along with Shane and eased him through. They grew and changed together, and he would give anything to have that again. 

And so, when Scott had asked him how it felt to be semi-out, all Shane could respond was that he imagines there is no reason to face the threat of coming out unless the gain was great enough.  

Deep down, although he would never admit it and never want it to come true, Shane would sacrifice his entire hockey career if it meant that he could keep Ilya. But, he has to be realistic to himself, Hunter will find a reason to come out before Shane ever has Rozanov, and so he formulates a plan. 

<-> 

The Old Gay Dinosaur 

Dinosaur: alright Shane 

I’ve been feeling carter out 

You: not that I think you needed to 

He gave a good speech at the olympics 

Plus you live in New York 

Dinosaur: yes yes, I’m in a better city then you 

Unless you’re trading 

Shush 

Anyway, we’re going to lunch tomorrow 

I’ve accepted adding you could be funny 

You: right, well here’s the thing 

We need a plan, because if you come out 

Three of us fall 

And I can’t do that to Ilya, not when he doesn’t know 

(which is his own dumbass fault for not talking to me) 

Dinosaur: poor baby in his awful situationship 

But yes, i agree 

Do you have a plan 

You: I’m Shane Hollander 

Of course I have a plan 

What if you add me as one time hookup, now permeant friend, Jane 

Dinosaur: The WAGS are not believing that 

You: they are if it was revenge sex for Rozanov 

Dinosaur: wouldn’t that still imply you’re a man when it’s released? 

You: Scott.... 

I’m going to queen so hard they have no choice but thinking I’m a woman 

They'll just think I’m the coolest woman 

I’ll be like: yeah we fucked but I realised he was gay, choose to stay friends and play beard 

Dinosaur: that’s actually a pretty good strategy  

You: people say that to me all the time 

I'm shocked they haven’t learnt that I’m smart already 

Dinosaur: blah blah blah 

something about Shane Hollander’s hockey IQ 

You: don’t act like you don’t know my statistics 

It's how most women try to seduce me 

You should’ve tried it 

Dinosaur: Did your boy? 

You: duh 

What kind of question is that 

Fastest way to get my clothes off 

Reminding me I’m better then him 

Dinosaur: This is too much information 

You: awe poor virgin baby 

Now I got to film another ad 

Add me to the New York chat tomorrow 

Tell carter I’m a friend too 

NOT BOYFRIEND 

DO NOT ASOCIATE ME TO YOU  

EWWWWW 

Dinosaur: WE LITTERALLY SLEPT TOGETHER 

You: WE ALL HAVE REGRETS 

Dinosaur: fuck you 

I’ll add you to the chat 

Dick 

You: yes, it’s great 

<-> 

Shane decidedly does not panic about his plan, he has everything together all of the time thank you very much. Okay so maybe he panics just a smig. He thinks about telling the girls in Boston about his new promotion in New York first, but he knows that would only serve to have them begging for him to join the chats together. 

He would be giving them too much power, and he doesn’t need the stress of trying to make that work right now, he can spend a day where he isn’t playing hockey that night doing that. For now he actually needs to focus on the hockey of it all, just let the world fade away and beat the shit out of Toronto. 

“You look tenser then usual, had something finally happened with Lily?” Shane almost jumps out of his skin and scans the room to make sure nobody has heard. “Could you please keep it down?!” He pleads. 

“Shane man, it’s Lily, nothing else just your girl.” Hayden emphasises the word girl and places his hand on Shane’s back rubbing comforting circles. Shane breathes. “It’s not Lily, hooked up with someone and now we’re kind of friends.” 

“Friends, or friends, captaine? Because I think it might be nice to move on from Lily, she does not respond.” Shane thought he was paying enough attention after Hayden had snuck up on him, he feels defeated when J.J does the same. He elbows the man to keep his voice down while glaring at the both of them. 

“Just friends, normal friends. I’m just helping them with things, they want to talk to their friends too, like I did with you two. And Lily is not that bad, just an asshole.” They both nod, but neither move away. “No offense Holzy, but you’re too tightly strung tonight for that to be the only thing going on.” 

“It is Hayden, or at least that’s the most I can tell you without spilling other’s secrets, and you know better then to force my hand there.” Hayden seems to take the hint and back off further into his own changing cubby.  

When Shane turns to shrug J.J off, he’s still looming over him grinning. “Does this mean you are not spoken for tonight? Would you be interested in coming to a club.” He knows what he’s doing when with the last part he almost screams the words for the entire locker to heard. 

Every single one of the rookie’s heads turn like predators watching prey. “Don’t even think about it kids, you can not drink! And you all have a curfew tonight before we hit the road tomorrow!” 

He hears the chorus of groans and he swears that Kerkes and Taylor are dragging each other to the floor to reenact dramatic death scenes for themselves. He simply shakes his head and thinks of plays for the game in his head. 

When he hits the ice for the game everything straightens up and his world becomes solely focused on hockey and not what’s to come tomorrow. Nonetheless, he sends a prayer to whoever is listening that nothing goes wrong with NY tomorrow, it can’t not after all this time. 

<-> 

The Admiral Avengers (NYC WAGS) 

Gloria: Alright girls 

We're doing this again 

Laura: who the fuck got a girl 

Greg hasn’t told me about anything 

Gloria: you’re never going to guess 

Maria: Andersson?  

Gloria: nope 

Scott fucking hunter 

Martine: please tell me this is a joke 

Like there is no way 

Gloria: okay yes 

It's a little bit of a joke 

Jane is not Scott’s girlfriend 

Supposedly they’re just friends who hooked up once 

“it was a mistake” to quote Scott 

Anyway, Carter says he wants to put her in here so that somebody can update for him 

Hunter sounds a little lonely 

Maria: awe!!! 

Please add her 

We know the routine  

Laura: hold it 

If we add her, is she taking your position? 

Gloria: I don’t think so 

She lives in Montreal so it’s unlikely that we even meet her 

Carter says he hasn’t even met her 

Martine: okay, good warning, we’ll play nice 

Gloria: thank you 

Gloria has added Jane to The Admiral Avengers (NYC WAGS) 

Gloria: Hello Jane, I’m Gloria, Carter’s girlfriend 

Maria: Maria here 

I’m Jalo’s girl 

Laura: Laura, Greg huff’s wife 

Martine: and I’m Martine, Breezy’s wife 

I heard you’re from Montreal so it’ll be nice to have another French girl 

You: you know Scott told me he was doing this today 

And yet I still feel blindsided 

It’s very nice to meet you 

Gloria: yes yes 

Let's play nice and act like we don’t have burning questions 

Who cares, Jane what’s up with you and Hunter 

You: wow, you’re much more straight forward then the other WAGS 

Laura: other WAGS?????? 

You: don’t worry Scott and I are on the same understanding 

We hooked up to spite my situationship 

(Goodluck with that next week) 

And now I’m here because he’s decided I’m a good friend 

Maria: that’s kind of sweet 

We have all been wondering about him 

He keeps to himself a lot 

Martine: good to hear, just ummm 

Other WAGS 

You: my usual hookup is Rozanov 

But he’s been a bitch for the past few months 

So you know revenge sex in Paris 

Gloria: girl, first of all, DAMN ROZANOV WOOOO 

Second, damn girl, Rozanov sad, he’s a whore 

Why would you think he’d stick around 

You: gloria I am in the Boston WAGS chat 

He added me as his favourite hook up in his rookie season 

More importantly he doesn’t have to marry me 

Just fucking respond to my texts and break up like a man 

Maria: fake a pregnancy test 

That usually works 

Just don’t use it too often or it won’t 

You: what is up with WAGS and trying to get me pregnant 

Martine: to be fair 

She's not trying she’s suggesting you fake it 

Laura: plus with a guy like roz 

At least he’d send you money 

You: I always forget how good his PR image is lol 

If I said I was pregnant that man would buy me a fucking house to keep us in 

Gloria: I’m failing to see the problem with this plan 

You know, except for lying with the biggest shit stirrer in the league 

You: he knows I won’t be pregnant 

And I have other plans, I didn’t sleep with Scott for no reason 

Laura: omg you’re expecting a fight on the ice 

For your fucking honour 

Girl you’re insane 

You: I’m practical 

He’ll be visiting Montreal after 

So, he can get fucked by Shane Hollander then by me 

Gloria: lol why are you an icon 

Martine: gloria I fear I like her more than you already 

She makes good plans 

Laura: I would like to second this 

Gloria: by all means she can take over 

Jane you want to be Head WAG? 

Since you’re Scott’s it’s up for grabs 

You: oh god 

How have I managed to do this twice 

Maria: oh fuck 

You're head wag for Boston aren’t you 

You: they like to call me their Queen 

Gloria: .....you’re technically in control of two WAG chats now 

Are we sure you’re not the queen 

You: please don’t speak my suffering of corralling every WAG, into existence 

Martine: wait you say Scott is revenge sex 

Shane Hollander is right there 

If you need to do round two I suggest you become queen of Montreal next 

You: I want you to know that he was Boston’s first pick 

But Hollander is unfortunately picky 

Hunter was somehow easier 

But should the opportunity arise I will enter that chat 

Laura: I think greg would understand if I slept with Hollander 

Like I mean you just got to look at him for a second 

Maria: I would like to second this motion 

And I guess good luck for Montreal tonight Jane 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

You: alright girls 

Guess who’s in the admirals chat 

Mandy: YEESSSSS 

GO QUEENIE BREAKING BARRIERS 

Carol: have they been nice 

Are you the head girl 

You: don’t worry my place as Queen has been cemented 

Now it’s time for operation get him back 

Lauren: more like get him to text back 

You: oh who cares 

Just start brining up Hunter and the WAG chat 

I want this man fucking frazzled 

Tereasa: and what happens if he doesn’t go to you? 

What if he find another goal 

You: He’s playing Montreal soon 

He's going to have to talk to me 

Charlotte: alright we’ll do it then 

So be our duty to the Queen 

Mandy: to the queen! 

To getting her fucking laid! 

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You: to getting me fucking laid 

Lets go ladies 

Carol: and to hopeful victory 

<-> 

The following weeks pass by so quickly. Shane watches the Boston and Admirals match religiously, Rozanov has never looked so good. It's a complete shut out with Rozanov not letting Scott score a single fucking goal. 

At the face off everytime they zoom into the two it looks like Rozanov is going for the kill. It frankly looks like all Rozanov is trying to do is murder everybody on the ice, he’s basically forcing them into the boundary walls.  

It was a messy game, and Shane could not have been more excited. The harder Rozanov decides to play the more he’s practically bouncing for their own game. Sure, ‘Lily’ has still not texted him before this game, and there’s only half an hour before they’re on the ice, btu surely he’ll talk to Shane, he has to. 

Shane isn’t sure what he’ll do if this plan doesn’t go through, if everything just falls apart in his hands because he chose to look after himself, to taunt him. He’s already faced ribbing from all of his girls for the Boston-New York game.  

Everybody saw it and knew exactly what was going down. The Admirals had taken screenshots of Rozanov’s face and sent them to the chat with ‘he’s so down bad’ and ‘I see you Jane, I’d fuck him too’. It feels oddly comforting that they don’t question his taste in men. 

He breathes for a few minutes and start forming the warm up training and then the lines for the game. When he steps onto the ice Shane forgets it all in favour of searching for Rozanov. He orders his team and circles around before doing his stretches at the border line like usual. 

He waits and waits, this time Rozanov does not come up to talk to him, he stays firmly on the other side. Shane shakes it off and moves on, maybe he’s just being held back by his coaches. He doesn’t realise anything is wrong until he slides up for the first face off the game and there is only harsh silence. 

“You don’t have anything to say Rozanov, you already know we’re beating you?” Shane jokes, waiting for that cocky smile and return, but it doesn’t happen. Shane doesn’t hear Rozanov talk to him for the entire game, he chirps at everybody else on Montreal, but the second it looks like he has something to say to him he pulls away. 

Shane’s head can not stop thinking about it. When the game ends with Boston winning Shane can’t help but wonder if this is Rozanov’s season or if he had a bad game. He gets his answer sitting on Hayden's couch a month later. 

He watches as Rozanov skates around the rink and holds the trophy above his head, praising his mother. Something sharp pierces his chest, and he can’t quite name it. He just has to sit and watch as Rozanov stands alone as family comes onto the ice, he can spot each one of his girls, and he hopes that while he is cheering for all of them, he’s he’s proud of Rozanov the most. 

When plates are picked up and put away he slips away for the rest of the team and into a corner, he pulls out his phone. For some reason the NYC girls are congratulating him, Shane doesn’t know how to feel. It’s not his win and if Rozanov has his way of never talking to him again, it never will be. 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

You: congrats girls 

From me and the Admiral WAGS 

Carol: ahhhhh hi queeen 

Thank you 

Sending your well wishes to husbands now 

They're very grateful, Roz looks very shocked at hearing your name 

I think he’s pretending to be angry 

Mandy: we’re sorry you’re not here 

Don’t worry Johansson and I will have enough victory sex for the both of us 

You: don’t have too much 

The timing for a baby right now would suck 

Charlotte: we gave you so much shit about babies 

Is it finally time for your revenge 

You: I’ve been having my revenge all year 

Maybe next year will be calm 

Lauren: you and Roz are still not talking 

So I highly doubt it 

Tereasa: let her hope 

One of these days Roz is going to appear with a diamond crown for her 

Carol: I just had the thought 

I feel so bad for Tiff 

SHE NEVER GOT VICTORY SEX 

Mandy: we couldn’t have got here without Roz 

Her sacrifice was made with honour 

Maybe she’s having some in solidarity now 

Charlotte: maybe, I heard Sebbin’s doing an award for vegas 

So maybe that is victory 

Speaking of 

Jane 👀 you coming 

You: ....yes 

I will be cornering Roz in a dark alleyway so don’t worry 

Lauren: huh maybe next season is looking up 

You: hell no 

Hollander's coming for your blood 

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<-> 

The awards show is held in Los Vegas and Shane is so fucking nervous. He’s up for a few awards but he doubts he’ll win anything, which is frankly, for once his preferred way of being. He has one objective for the night, and it’s going to be getting Rozanov to fucking talk to him for once. 

He’s so focused on this goal that he can feel nothing else in his bones. He gets to where he and Rozanov are doing their little presentation early. He’s so early that he almost worries that Rozanov isn’t going to come at all. 

“Wow nice watch, I didn’t even notice it was you.” unsurprisingly the first thing Rozanov says to him after months of silence is a fucking chirp. “Where the fuck were you, we’re on in five seconds.” 

“Ahh twenty-five seconds.” 

“Where were you?” He asked breaking the stilted silence. “I was busy.” the next question slips out of Shane without a thought. “With who?” 

He does not get a response, just a look passes between them. He can’t tell want it means, the lights are too bright, and all of the cheering is far too loud, everything just feels too much right now, and he can’t remember his fucking lines. 

Then their names are called out. 

Shane comes back to the world mid speech with Rozanov’s hand trailing down his back. He looks up to the positioned phone and he tries to smile but everybody is watching and it feels like he is a show monkey. 

Shane does a lot of things on stage, he does ads and he could probably do this just fine, he just can’t do it with Rozanov standing right beside him, still so unclear about everything between them. 

“Great give me your number, I’ll text them to you!” Rozanov smiles and Shane does too, it’s all rehearsed and he hates that these are the only words they are saying to each other after so long. “No chance...” 

He opens the envelope, reads the name and gets the fuck off that stage. In the corridors where nobody can see them he turns to Rozanov. “Was that script right, do you really need my number? You haven’t texted me in months.” 

Shane can’t breathe, and now that it’s at the forefront of his mind he knows what was wrong about this whole thing, he’s have a fucking panic attack. So, Shane runs, he runs as well as one can when they can’t feel themselves breathing. He runs to that fucking bathroom. 

Chapter End Notes

expect a lot of Ilya next chapter, we're going to be in his feels about all of this soon

Chapter 7: Las Vegas

Chapter Summary

Ilya's POV, he thinks he's doing so great tonight lol. He's going through it don't be too mean

Chapter Notes

Ilya doesn’t care that he has won the cup, he could be ruler of the entire fucking world, and he would not care about this stupid little cup. All that seems to matter right now is this stupid Canadian in front of him. 

Hollander has been plaguing his mind for months, he has barely seen him in those months, and they certainly hadn’t talked in months, and yet he persists. He remains in Ilya’s mind, rotating like some sort of holographic presentation of what he is fighting for. But he is not fighting for Shane Hollander, the world has made that clear for him. 

It was bad enough to know Hollander had been fucking other men while in Sochi, it was like being stabbed in the back while being at home. It was worse to hear from his girls that Jane had somehow managed to drag Scott fucking Hunter into bed with him. 

Ilya does not know what Hunter could possibly have to offer Jane that Ilya does not already posses in much greater droves. He is young and fit, and seems to match Hollander so nicely, so why would he go off and fuck Hunter. 

Surely Hollander understands that he is focusing on his cup right now. Surely Hollander knows that Ilya can’t help but come back to him, that the only barrier between them is the continent of Russia. 

Why can’t Hollander understand this. 

They did it in Paris. That’s what Carol had said when Ilya had come to dinner the week before and now he has to stare at Hunter right across from him on the ice. From the way Hunter stares during warm ups Ilya knows exactly what he’s done. 

Just like Hollander does, Hunter stretches close to the boundaries, waiting for Ilya to skate next to him. Ilya can’t help himself. “Do you enjoy taking things that aren’t your old man?” He hopes that Hunter can’t hear the desperation in his voice. 

“Jane didn’t seem all that much yours when she says you haven’t talked to her in months.” Hunter shoots back spitting onto the ice. Ilya feels his veins go cold and prays that none of his team hears. “Jane understands I am on cup run cup, I need focus. She is just hookup.” 

“You keep telling yourself that Rozanov, but between you and me, she’s in two WAG chats now. Who do you think she’s picking, a guy that talks to her, or one that runs at every chance.” Ilya moves quickly and fucking Marleau moves faster. 

His entire team has to pull him gently back from the barrier line. He wouldn’t count it as a fight, but Hunter looks frightened nonetheless. “What was that Roz, sounded like Hunter knew one of your girls?” 

“He is familiar with Jane.” He shouts an order to one of the rookies to fix his shock while Cliff remains frozen. “Wait Jane, as In Montreal Jane, the queen of the WAG chat. Rozy did you fucking fumble that? Actually, how is she still a WAG?” 

“She is still a WAG because I will talk to her again after we win, Da? Good, now win for me Marly. I need to punch the man who decided to sleep with her.” Ilya glares across the ice and Cliff’s hand finds his shoulder. 

“Do not fucking fight Hunter, not today. Jane likes hockey right? I think Jane’s going to be more interested in you if you play a clean game.” Ilya raises an eyebrow, “she is expecting bloodshed, your wife and the WAGS expect this.” 

“Yeah, well show her that she means nothing by not reacting. Play a clean game and tell her that her little adventure with Hunter is nothing on your radar. Hell let’s go party tonight. Then she can look at the Instagram pictures!” 

A few of the players around him cheer and Ilya lets himself relax into the role of captain. He pushes the team hard the whole game. He does not give Jane the satisfaction of chirping Hunter about her, and when Hunter tries to bait him he remains strong. Jane means nothing to him. 

<-> 

Somehow Hollander means everything to him. His sad face after Ilya ignored him on the ice was devastating, and the entire team ribbed him for not going out to see Jane that night. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Somehow the knowledge that Jane sleeping with other men felt like a betrayal. 

If he heard about Hollander’s casual flings with women, maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much, still knowing he himself is the only man that will ever satisfy him. But no, Jane is actively seeking men. Men who are good at staying hidden and would be good for Hollander’s image if they got out anyway. 

Men who are not him, not the dirty Russian who players and fans love to hate, who most detest. Men who are not bound by the laws of their country. Men who if Hollander so desired, he could come out instantly and publicly be with. 

Ilya hadn’t really believed most of the WAG rumours were true until it came to Hunter, and now he feels sick at the thought of sharing Hollander. He wonders if this how he has felt when Ilya parades around women, surely Hollander knows they mean nothing, he does not keep their numbers like Hollander appears to keep his long list of hookups. 

Ilya raises the cup at the end of the season and for some reason it feels hollow. He dedicates it to his mother and he feels her spirit touch him as he kisses it and laughs with his team but he feels so fucking alone. There is nobody cheering him on, there are no seats in the audience that are filled by his family. 

Sveta is Russia and will only be flying in to be his date for the MHL awards. Maybe in another universe Hollander is here with him. Maybe he’d be in the stands, coming down oh so slowly to step on the ice to kiss Ilya. Maybe they be on the same team and Hollander would score the winning goal and Ilya would get to rush over him and take off their helmets and kiss him in front of everyone. 

But this is only the fantasy of dreamers. What is not a fantasy is his win. While he may not have somebody here to celebrate him, he will stand with his team as they celebrate each other. He will take the rookies to the best bars in Boston, and he will listen to the older guys drone on about going home to their wives and he will wonder if he will ever get to experience that feeling. 

The wondering does not last long, it is drowned out by alcohol, cigarettes and women. He does not go home alone. That does not mean the women are gone by the next morning and all that is left is the quiet of his penthouse apartment. 

Nobody invites him over to their house; all of the group chats are quiet. The worst part is that Jane’s contact remains quiet too. He had given up on getting replies from Ilya after Sochi. They communicate through the WAGS, if anything. 

Ilya knows he still watches all of his games; he snitches to the WAG chat when Ilya is favouring one side over the other because somehow the coach knows and Marly gives him a regretful look. It hurts to know that Hollander still cares, but he does not care enough to show Ilya that he does, he will not say it. 

<-> 

The week leading to the MHL awards is silent. Everybody is too busy with people that care about their victory. He does not blame them, he simply blames life for giving him this fate. So, he waits until he finds himself at the Los Vegas airport picking up Sveta the day of. 

He knows she knows something is wrong. She is smart enough to leave it be until they are both dressed and simply waiting for the cab to show up to take them to the awards hall. She looks beautiful, but should he get what he truly wants tonight, she will not be the one he sees naked in his bed. 

“Ilyusha,” She starts, looking his outfit over, he knew it was too much for just awards. “Who are you trying to impress?” He is thankful for the Russian; he could not put his feelings into proper words. “Jane.” 

“You have not mentioned a Jane before, what club did you meet her at?” He shakes his head and adjusts his bowtie. “Not she, Jane is not Jane. We did not meet at a club, she is old friend.” She hums at the word friend, they both know. 

“Will you be leaving me for him tonight?” 

“Yes, I am sorry, but I have been ignoring Jane for months now. If I do not talk tonight we might not talk again. It will be too much work to find a better dick.” Steva gives him a look and tells him he’s not fooling anyone, he’s barely even lying well to himself. 

“You have not talked in months? Ilyusha, in what state did you leave this man?” He looks away and prays for the speed of this stupid American car. “He finally let me fuck him, he bought fancy condo for us, just for us. I do not think that is the case anymore.” 

The second part is said quietly, to the point that Sveta does not hear it. Just by looking at him she at least knows not to ask him any further about it. “When did this start?” 

Ilya doesn’t know the answer. When did he start liking Jane? 2007. When did they first hookup up? Summer before Rookie season. When did he realise he could not live without him? The day he found out somebody else had him. 

“The summer before Rookie season.” The cab is a minute away. “Who is Jane, is he a player?” Reluctantly he nods. Sveta takes it and he watches as she starts to calculate and piece everything together. “Hollander is very pretty, good job Ilyusha.” 

He is not shocked that she figured out so fast. “You do not wish to tell me I am a fool, that I am stupid for picking him?” 

“No, if I was his type, I would have tried to take him too, but I fear I do not have the right parts for him. But you do, and yet here you are Ilya standing around pouting like a sad dog, as if you are not going to have hot rivalry sex tonight.” 

“He has been sleeping with other men.” 

“And do you not sleep with everything in Boston? You said you have not talked in months; you leave him alone after he gave you something precious. He is right to find someone else; you want him back Ilyusha, do not pretend you don’t. So, you will get on your knees and beg for him.” 

“I do not beg; he would not find that attractive.” 

“Fine, you give him your focus, your attention. You treat him like he is only thing in the room tonight. If you will not beg then at least show that he is worth something to you, and if he rejects you then I am in your corner in a very pretty dress that should be ripped off tonight.” 

Finally, the cab pulls up, he will be late, and that will not be a good start for impressing Hollander tonight. “Thank you for offer Sveta, I will introduce you to WAGS tonight, if you like you can go into WAG chat. Then I will not have to worry about Jane corrupting them.” 

“Jane is their queen Ilyusha, they will not replace her anytime soon. I will simply have to join forces with her terrorising her. Maybe even share a few tricks, coordinate a threesome.” He grunts and she laughs and they slide into the cab. She turns the other way when he passes the driver money to speed to the event. He needs to talk to Jane. 

<-> 

Hollander is running from him, no not him, the world. Maybe. No, it probably is his fault. Holander had looked him dead in the eyes, tears already welling up. He had no right to look so pretty as he said that to him. 

‘Was that script right, do you really need my number? You haven’t texted me in months.’ 

For lack of a better word he had looked heartbroken. Now as Ilya stands alone in this hallway he feels Sveta’s words crawl up his spine, so he follows. He will not beg, Russian do not do this, and he can’t do it for a man that is just a hookup. He will simply do as he has always done, prove to Hollander that he is still Ilya's favourite 

He walks to the same bathroom Hollander has just entered and checks the hallway for spectators. It is completely empty, only presenters pass by here, and they’re too busy right now. 

Shane is pressed in front of the mirror, his breathing shallow and his face bright red, not just the kind from tears but from anger. Ilya eases himself off the door and goes to touch Hollander, he flinches and Ilya shoots his hands away backing himself against the stupid hand drawer on the wall. 

Hollander still does not look at him. 

“What the actual fuck do you want from me?” Hollander’s voice breaks, he looks as if he is falling apart right in front of him. “Well?’ 

Ilya prizes himself in not being tripped up, so he powers through. “I want you to suck my dick.” 

“Oh fuck you, you’re unbelievable, you haven’t talked to me in so long and now you only come for sex and to gloat, you suck my dick!” 

Ilya walks forward like he is stalking his prey. He is not sure how Hollander can look so very pretty right now without doing anything expect look sad. He grabs at his chin and brings it close until Hollander is looking up at him with those wet doe eyes. “Maybe ask nicely.” 

He knows Hollander will fight, it is part of the game. But he doesn’t. He nudges into Ilya’s hand, and he almost wants to tear it away. “Please,” Hollander begs like he does not know what sort of effect his face has on Ilya. 

“If you want me to get on my knees on this filthy bathroom floor and suck your dick you will have to ask nicer than that.” The words feel foreign in his mouth, yes he most certainly wants this, this is hotter than he could have ever imagined getting tonight. But he should not be able to get this so easily, not after the year he’s had. 

“Please get on your knees, on this filthy bathroom floor and suck my dick. Please.”  

Ilya almost gives in, his is fully willing to sink to the floor right there and then. But in this state Hollander is not paying attention to the world around him. He does not hear the bustle outside, but he does. 

He pulls Hollander in close and wishes he could do more now, but he would not want that, not truly. “No.” He says into the smell of his hair. “What?” he feels heartbreak to repeat it. 

“No. We will go back to our seats, watch the rest of this boring show and go to boring party after. And then when you have been waiting allll night, you will come back to my hotel room and then I will maybe, maybe, do more than just suck your dick.” 

He continues to hold onto the back of Hollander’s head, almost bracing himself against the man, holding them both up in a way. Then he doesn’t have to, Hollander seems to comes back to it all with a smile, real or fake he does not know. “When did your English get so good?” 

“i read the New Yorker now.” he jokes. 

“Really?’ 

“No. It is boring.” He almost regrets saying it as part of Hollander’s smiles seems to fade away. “My dad loves it.” He lets out a laugh to squash the silence. “Ah, so being boring is genetic.” 

It seems to bring back a smile. So, Ilya does what works best, a bet. “Tell you what, if you win MVP tonight, I will do whatever you want, blow you, fuck you.” 

“And if you win.” Hollander shatters what little restraint Ilya has left, causing him to pull the man into a kiss. If the world ended right now he might even say he’d be happy to die here alongside Hollander, just for this moment. But he can not let himself get caught up in this again. 

He pulls away and exits back to the main seats. He finds Svetlana and for some reason all of the women at the table seem to be looking at him, not in admiration but in calculation. Sveta would quell anything bad, so he lets it be. 

When he wins MVP award he smiles knowing exactly what he will be doing tonight. It’s the type of smile in which Sveta instantly knows why later that he’s leaving her in the company of his friends while dipping out early. 

He has so deeply missed Jane. 

<-> 

Ilya almost rushes to his room to be waiting for Hollander before the chosen time. The room is quite beautiful, he could fuck Hollander against the glass, press him there for all the world to see how much the man is his. It would be delectable. 

But then the door knocks and he lets the man in. He looses all sense of the English language. Hollander has lost his suit jacket and that shirt he’s left wearing is sinfully tight in all of the right places. He watches intently as he toes off his rooms, leaving them right next to Ilya's. Perfect. 

“So, uh, where do you want me?” He is nervous like a rabbit and Ilya can only imagine what kind of vision he would be in Ilya’s jersey, maybe that will be next bet. “Follow.” he takes the back of one of the comfortable looking chairs and drags it to the next room. 

Like a good pet Hollander follows. “Get on the bed.” he raises one eyebrow but continues to take orders, it makes Ilya delirious. He doesn’t know how Hollander is the only one with this kind of capability. 

He takes his seat directly opposite and it is low enough that he has the perfect view of Hollander’s crotch. He waits patiently while Ilya’s sips on his drink. When he looks up Hollander is there, anticipating, waiting for permission. “Touch yourself, go on. Play with yourself like you do when I am not there.” 

He tries not to think about the way rumour suggests that Hollander gets on just fine without Ilya, he bites down the bile in his throat to watch the show. From the red flush, Hollander at least is a little needy without him, maybe Scott Hunter did not please him the way he should. 

Ilya watches as Hollander sneaks a hand down his pants, watches the way his face changes. It's all just so electrifying, magnificent. No, mesmerising. “Take your pants off.” He demands, he is slightly shocked Hollander hears it in his state but he does as comanded. 

More importantly like a cheap prostitute he throws his underwear at Ilya all while continuing his performance. Ilya is not ashamed when he puts the garment in his mouth a taste all of his efforts. It's heavenly. 

“Ilya!” Hollander gasps, and Ilya almost shatters his glass in his hand, the urge to meet him on that bed and kiss him stupid and propose marriage is too strong. So, he contains himself, lets him loom but not touch, suffer like he has the whole season. 

 He hears the exact sounds Jane usually makes before he is about to come and downs the rest of his drink and pulls Hollander’s hand away from himself. He looks him so close in the eyes. “Good job dorogoy, I take care now.” 

He does not reach to kiss the man, the pet name was already too much tonight. Instead, he gives as good as he gets. He moves down to meet Hollander's dick, and it is leaking and perfect, everything that he has wanted for these past months. 

He sucks on the tip taking in the taste before he takes the full length, relishing in Hollander’s gasps and moans as he withers underneath him. He fucks him into the mattress soon enough then has Hollander on his knees sucking him off one last time before they end tangled in bedsheets. 

And the thing is Ilya is having a good time, too good of a time. He can’t talk to Hollander, or everything will spill out and he will not want him again. So, he takes the risk and pulls out a cigarette. 

As predicted Hollander scrunches up his face and Ilya tells him he can leave if he wants. It hurts more than anything when Hollander chooses to leave him. It hurts more when he takes that little moment to say ‘goodbye’. It only means Hollander sees him as a person worth saying goodbye to. 

At least now Hollander will be happy with him, and they can continue texting again and the WAGS will be happy. Tonight was a success no matter how much he wishes he could just hold onto Jane for just that little bit longer. It is a shame he will have to stay in Russia this summer. 

<-> 

Shane almost falls apart in the elevator. Tonight, has been awful, it’s one thing for him have to lost but it’s another for Rozanov to completely detach him of any affection. Maybe he was wrong to believe he had a special place in lily’s heart. 

In-between his blurry tears he finds Lily’s contact among his starred conversation. Slowly he types out ‘we didn’t even kiss’. He stares at it for a moment then more tears fall. He hasn’t looked at any of his texts in the past months. 

Shane had to completely fall apart in front of him to get his attention. No matter if he sends this or not, Rozanov will not care, he will not come running to kiss Shane, that is a ridiculous fantasy. 

He presses the backspace button over and over again, a red note with something about there being no message lets him know he can exit the chat. He leaves the elevator with puffy eyes and heads straight to his room. He isn’t up for anything tonight. 

Somebody doesn’t get the message as his phone keeps lighting up and pinging. When he checks he’s a little shocked that the Admiral WAGS have something to say at this hour. Then his stomach drops. 

He sent that text to the wrong fucking place, more importantly he sent it. He voiced his weakness to the world. And the worst part is, it’s not like any of them can help him right now. It all just hurts. 

Chapter End Notes

As highly requested, we have an Ilya heavy chapter. The man is going through it. i'm sorry this didn't have any texting in it, I felt like it held more weight this way.

GUYS DON'T WORRY THE COMFORT IS COMING, TRUST ME!!!!

Next chapter is going to be a short Svetlana interlude to get closer to WAGS unionisation

Chapter 8: Interlude: Svetlana and the WAGS

Chapter Summary

as stated in the last chapter this is just a quick outside POV, posting next chapter soon and it will be your regularly scheduled disasters

Chapter Notes

Sveta knows for a fact that Ilya is going to fuck up her advice. Not for lack of him trying, she is very sure he is going to try his best, she blames both halves of the equation. She does not know Shane Hollander, but she has heard enough to put together the glaringly obvious facts spread out in front of her. 

Shane Hollander is Canada’s golden boy, a shinning symbol of perfection that is trying his best to hard the parts of him that are less than ideal in this world. He does not drink, he does not fight, he does not party, and before this year he did not sleep around. 

She does not know if Jane likes doing any of these things. Ilya has snuck away now, leaving her to the clutches of the Boston WAGS and she can’t help but wonder if these ladies pushed Jane into their antics. 

They are all getting wine drunk and giggly about encouraging Jane to go out, to snag a new man, to make Ilyusha jealous. A very pretty brunette, Carol if she can remember, has been reprimanding her husband for stopping Ilya from fighting Hunter during the game. Sveta wonders if they care about the game or if they had gotten so used to winning during the season they would not have minded losing their captain for that game. 

What she more greatly can’t understand is that these girls clearly don’t know Jane, or maybe she doesn’t know Hollander, because it makes no sense for him to go out a risk everything for a hookup. He has been happy to only briefly have Ilya for years, she knows the ghosting was harsh but surely he could see the win on the horizon too? 

She feels like an imposter at this table. While all of the women, like always, are cordially polite, Sveta knows that she is not wanted here, not as a replacement to their precious Jane. They all see her as a threat that she is most certainly not. She does not want Ilya, that man can’t communicate for his life. 

But, she would be remised to say that she does not wish to stop Hollander from running into the arms of another. Him and Ilya are clearly made for one another, they just don’t see it yet, but she can remain patient. Maybe while they stay in Russia she can persuade him to change his mind. 

Slowly all of the men leave the table and she finds herself facing off against five very scary looking women. Carol fingers the rim of her glass then makes eye contact with the others before they slowly shift to block Sveta in. She wants to roll her eyes and simply walk away from their intimidation tactics, but she has a feeling this will get her far. 

“So, Svetlana. It’s nice to see you again. I don’t know if you’ve heard of her, but do you have any news on Jane.” She sighs and takes a sip of her wine. Ilya will not be coming back anytime soon. “Da, I know Jane. I’m shocked that you have met her, Ilya is very private about it.” 

“Oh, we haven’t met her, we’d love too, but she’s just in the WAG chat.” The woman is all smiley and on the shorter side. “What Tereasa is trying to say is that we love Jane, and we believe Rozy might love Jane too, even though they both won’t admit it to each other.”  

“Men are stupid. I have told Ilya tonight that he must do something to please Jane, so hopefully she will be pleased.” The blonde nods almost wickedly, Mandy, Jane must be obvious about his feelings if she knows. “Good for her, we finally got her her Stanley cup victory sex.” 

Sveta snorts up her wine when she takes another sip. She has a feeling that if Jane has anything to say about it next year they will be partaking in it again, and maybe the year after that. If he is anything like the way Ilya describes him then they’ll be competing for that cup for years. 

“I think this hardly counts,” Lauren says while waving her hand, “is it a victory if you did not come on his arm tonight, she’s still just some secret. I say she should go back to Hunter.” 

“Do not make her go to Scott Hunter, that will end in a homicide.” Surprisingly the women are not afraid to laugh with her. Charlotte raises her glass, “let us toast and prey that Jane and Roz tie each other down tonight, because I do not think I could stand it if New York won Jane.” 

“Ughhh yes, they’ve already been bragging, they came to that game just to talk about how nice it is to have their queen, like Jane wasn’t ours first.” Mandy grumbles. Now that is interesting, to have Jane in both chats, and have them be aware of each other is quite the risk if one or the other comes out. 

“Does it not take much to enter these chats now? If sleeping with a player was all it took Ilya should’ve added me long ago.” While many of the girl side eye her, Carol laughs. “Sveta, the man has to choose, for soem reason Ilya chose Jane, sorry.” 

“Oh I am not offended he did not choose me, I could not imagine anything worse than being queen wag. I do not like him like he and Jane love each other. I simply want to be able to talk to Jane.” 

“Do you not have Jane’s number?” Tereasa asks. Sveta shakes her head. “No, I was told about Jane today. It was like he was giving me a press briefing.” 

Again, they all look to each other as if they can read minds, they must have been friends for a very long time. As is becoming a pattern Carol is the elected spokesperson. “How would you feel if we could get you into the chat. We’d just need to ask Jane first.” 

“So long as Jane is fine with it, I would love to help you all conspire. I may be the only to be able to actual talk Ilyusha into his feelings. But I will be in Russia for the summer, contact me when we are back, here, I’ll give you my number.” 

Svetlana takes Carol’s outstretched phone and puts in her number, when it’s returned the nearest woman hugs her, while the other laugh and clink their glasses. The night slowly fades away and for a brief moment between his presentation and award receiving Ilya comes back to tell her he is leaving early tonight. She is happy to have booked a separate room. 

Before the partying can start and night is over, she just happens to pass a table labelled ‘New York’. The WAGS now seem to have accepted her as some project as she has both Charlotte and Lauren clinging to her arms. They halt very abruptly at the table. 

“You know I don’t think you’re much of a Jane, but sometimes parents do make mistakes. Any chance we can get you back with Scott tonight?” A very tall woman in an exquist dress comes over and hugs her out of reach of Lauren and Charlotte. The latter of which snaps instantly. 

“Wow, Gloria. You don’t even know your WAG queen, this is not Jane. She’s just Ilya’s friend.” Gloria pulls away and the rest of the table looks at her, she does not look the scrutiny but holds her head high. “I am sorry I am not Jane, sadly though there is still hope for Ilyusha to get her back tonight, I have no reservation about going home with him.” 

“I’m sorry for accosting you then. I simply wished to properly welcome our Queen. We’d welcome you into the group, but we can only accept one Boston traitor, and you’re sadly not cool enough for that.” 

Sveta laughs and when she sees smiling faces look back at her she understands that it truly is no offence. “Don’t worry, I quite happy on the hotter side of the river, I will take comfort in my Boston girls.” 

Charlotte takes her hand and pulls her back. “Yes, well goodbye Gloria, it has been great to see you. Maybe we’ll talk about Rozy’s new permanent girlfriend at the next game.” 

“Maybe we will, or maybe Scott will get a chance to try again and find himself not just as a simple friend to her. Best wishes.” They all smile and glare when backs are turned. While usually Svetlana would not bother in participating in acts, it is fun to find herself giggling along with Lauren and Charlotte. She has yet to make friends in America. This is a relief. 

<-> 

It takes half an hour for Sveta to find Ilya again, he seems to be avoiding everybody in the crowd to get out, and spending every waking moment away from the judgemental glares of the women at the Boston table. Not that she can blame either side, the girls don’t know the full story and Ilya is too dense to do anything. 

She eventually ends up finding him next to a potted plant, looking extremely shady. “Are you looking for Jane?” She asks in Russian, searching the room for the Canadian in the nice suit. 

“Da, but I will see her later tonight, we can still go out and party, i promised you a good time.” She bows up to straighten his bowtie. “Ilyusha, we both know you want to see her more than me, I can find somebody to show me a good time tonight. Just tell Jane to meet earlier, The Boston WAGS are counting on you.” 

“You talked to the WAGS, they did not seem like your type of friends.” She shrugs and backs against the wall beside him. “They were nice and funny, hard not to get along, and they have a lot of plans to get you two together. I promised to help if they could convince Jane to let me into the chat.” 

“She would add you without complaint.” She digs her nails into his arms to get him to look at her. “Ilya, Jane thinks you are fucking me. You are because the thing with her isn’t serious, but I doubt she wants the woman in the way of you two in her chat.” 

“Jane knows we a just friends. This will not be a problem.” Ilya is intentionally ignoring her, but it will be fine because she can just tell Jane that everything between them is platonic once she gets ahold of his number. 

“I know I will see you at parties tonight, but promise me you’ll meet with me in the lobby tomorrow for our flight.” 

“Do not worry Sveta, I will have nothing to preoccupy me over the night, I will be ready.” She just hums and they walks with the crowd, breaking off to different bars. “Are you going to miss having limited access to Jane this summer.” 

“It has always been like that, this summer will be no different.” 

“Aren’t you trying to make up for ghosting.” Ilya nods, “yes, but she will understand that I can not contact in Russia.” 

“Will she? The girls tell me that Jane has not been happy about the ghosting this year, you must have a good apology tonight.” he smirks and Sveta already knows he has lost. “Of course I will treat her well.” 

Svetlana prays to all the gods that will hear her that Ilya Rozanov has a brain in there somewhere. If he does not and she has to return to America after her summer to an exploding WAG chat then she might just help Jane put Ilya’s head on a spike, then they can run away together and genetically produce perfect hockey babies while he brings home men. 

It's what Ilya would hate, and frankly if he stuffs it again, it’s what he deserves. Maybe she’ll try talking first. 

Chapter End Notes

Svetlana is coming back from her summer to thousands of messages and is going to try to kill Ilya. Everybody will be supporting her rage.

Chapter 9: Lets Unionise

Chapter Summary

the chapter you have been waiting for, we're starting to get the plot back on track

Chapter Notes

Shane stares at his phone and finds himself barely clawing his way back to his suite. The place is crawling with hockey players and yet his not too surprised that at this hour nobody is roaming about. His chest is tight and the entire room feels blurry, just out of focus, drifting away from him. 

This was meant to be a fun night, he was going to reconnect with Rozanov and get things back to how they are, to how they have been working. But it’s almost as if the man was pulling away though the entire interaction. It was as if Shane was not an object of affection but rather a chore that he must go through to please those expecting it of him. 

Sure Rozanov took great pleasure in tearing him apart, but he didn’t kiss him. He didn’t try to hold onto him, to hug him and comfort and care the way he just so rarely does. Shane shouldn’t have expected that care, but it hurts worse to know that he is not worth anything for so long. 

He can’t believe he has gone through this entire shitty night and that message sits at the top of his phone with the word ‘sent’. The Admirals WAG chat is alight with fire, with speculation, confusion and most importantly anger. They're willing to go to war for him, and they don’t even know that he’s a him. 

He wants to throw up. 

<-> 

The Admiral Avengers (NYC WAGS) 

You: we didn’t even kiss 

Gloria: hey um jane what the fuck is this 

Do we need to fucking kill Rozanov 

Laura: girl??? 

Are you going to respond 

You can’t post this then dip 

Maria: Jane please respond 

Matti’s staring at me like I’m insane because I screamed 

Fuck you’re not going to answer, are you? 

Martine: worse, she’s not answering 

And we can’t get in contact with any other WAGS since everybody is home for the night 

Or so spread out that it would be insane to try 

Laura: you underestimate our channels 

We could totally get in contact with Boston to bully Rozanov 

Gloria: and to think Boston was so sure they’d get back together tonight 

Team Jott for the win 

Maria: I fear that is a terrible ship name 

Now tell Carter to tell Hunter to get his ass together 

We got to stand for the queen 

You: nobody is standing for anything 

I didn’t mean to send this here 

Just ignore it 

Laura: like hell we are 

You're telling me you were at the awards tonight and said nothing 

And then this comes up 

Girl be serious 

You: I am serious 

Just leave it be 

Gloria: fine, we’ll contact the Boston WAGS 

You: don’t do that?! 

Then they’ll tell Roz and then I’ll look pathetic 

Martine: .....pathetic 

....for askign for him to kiss you 

My Queen.... 

Scott Hunter is right there and he’d probs get on his knees to take you back 

You: no thank you 

I’ve sadly chosen this one 

Maria: alright, well if you’re going to be like this 

I’m issuing and ultimatum 

I have Lauren’s number from way back (Boston) 

You spill the deets behind the message or we riot at dawn 

Gloria: I would take her seriously 

She's a little bit insane 

You: I can’t believe you’re doing this 

You're just going to send it to them anyway 

Maria: okay if you tell us we promise not to tell them over the summer 

Rozanov goes to Russia right? 

So there’s nothing they can do 

We'll revisit this when the season starts 

You: fuck it, you drive a hard bargain 

I was at the awards tonight for my own reason, I did not come with Rozanov 

Gloria: damn it I really thought you might be that Svetlana girl 

She was cosy with the WAGS 

You: Svetlana was there? 

Actually, you know what I’ll deal with that later 

I had a panic attack in the bathrooms at some point, barely remember not really important 

Then we made a time to meet up at his room 

We fuck but it feels disjointed, still good as all hell 

just he usually kisses me and praises me 

This time he did not kiss me once and when we were done he pulled out a cigarette 

He knows I hate them 

It felt like he wanted me gone 

Laura: oh baby!!!!! 

I'm just now remembering that you’re only like 23 

Crazy, but all the lack of communication makes sense 

Martine: why didn’t you ask Roz to kiss you? 

From what you’re writing he would have 

You: i just had a panic attack in front of him 

I’ve been yelling at him for 6 months to talk to me 

And I’ve turned the WAGS against him 

I really did not want to seem desperate 

Gloria: you know what, i respect it 

But girl, if he doesn’t care about what you want and calls you desperate 

Then he is not the one 

You: oh he did not call me desperate 

I feel desperate 

And I’m kind of worried if I say anything it’s done for ever 

And I really like what we have 

Maria: OOOHHHHHH 

You're in love with him 

You: that’s ridiculous 

I just want him for the sex 

We don’t do anything else 

Laura: honey 

This conversation started with you posting ‘we didn’t even kiss’ 

I’m pretty sure that you’re at least a little bit in love with him 

And that’s alright 

I think we give up our Jott dreams  

Gloria: I hate to not support Scott 

But fuck it 

Jane we’re going to help you lock down your bad boy 

You: HE IS NOT MINE 

There's nothing to lock down 

I’m not in love with him! 

Martine: Jane listen to us 

Do you enjoy spending time with him? 

Do you like talking to him for more than sex? 

Could you see a future where you’re together? 

You: yes I do enjoy the time we spend together 

And yes when we did talk it was fun, he made me laugh and I miss that 

But Rozanov and I both know that there is no world in which we can be together 

I don’t know if I love him 

Because it does not matter 

We can not be together 

Maria: I’ll take it 

I won’t be contacting anyone from Boston 

Not yet 

Enjoy what’s left of your summer Jane 

Try to think about what you’re doing with Rozanov 

You: thank you Maria 

I’ll try to think about it 

But I promise you nothing 

And I’m doing a silent retreat after this 

So don’t expect much 

Gloria: please take care Jane 

And message us if you need to key his car 

Laura: I’m always down for murder 

Or like a conversation 

Maria: we love you queen 

(you’re in love with him) 

Martine: have a good time 

I’m still willing to go for team jott 

You: thanks girls 

I love you 

I hate the name Jott 

Gloria: yeah but is jilya better 

You: no that’s shit 

Obviously we’d put our last names together 

Gloria: and that would be???? 👀 

You: none of your business 

Have a good summer ❤️ 

Martine, Maria, Laura and Gloria liked this message 

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BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

You: I thought I’d text this at a reasonable time 

Enjoy your morning hang overs from victory 

Now who was going to tell me you were thinking about adding Svetlana to this chat 

And why did I have to hear it from the Admiral WAGS 

Carol: AAHHHHH JANE 

How was your night 

You: kinda shit, but I’m boarding a plane for my silent retreat 

So you’re not going to deflect 

Svetlana, go! 

Lauren: well I’m no longer feeling optimistic with ‘kinda shit’ 

But Roz brought Sveta as company for the night 

She says she knows about you 

We asked if her and Roz were together and she laughed for a while 

So I don’t think you’ve got competition 

You: well that’s nice... 

Just um, if she’s not dating Roz then why would we add her to this chat? 

Carol: it’s early and we’re all pretty dead 

But if I remember she suggested that so long as it was okay with you 

She knows you live in Montreal and can’t do much to bully Roz into things 

So she wanted to act as an enforcer 

You: right 

So you guys were just going to add her to this chat 

Carol: god no! 

You're our queen and if you’re uncomfortable it would never happen 

Here's her number ######## 

She's in Russia right now  so wait until summer’s over 

But she wanted to talk to you first 

We all felt you might get along 

You: okay, I’ll try 

I’m going on a silent retreat now but when the season starts back up 

I’ll talk to her 

Carol liked this message 

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Shane’s summer is chaotic and awful in the best possible way. He spent the entirety of his summer retreat thinking over the facts of his relationship with Rozan -no Ilya. Somehow, after six months of being ghosted and tortured by this man he is stupidly in love with him. 

Shane has managed to fuck other guys and gain numbers from who knows where and yet the one stupid man who wouldn’t even kiss him has captured his heart. Shane doesn’t know what to do with this, so he’s been panicking. 

His mother had commented about fives time for the two days he had stayed with them that he’s looking very tired and acting weird. How does one tell their mother that the reason they’re acting strange is because they’re in love with their arch-rival who they’re on a strict friends with benefits contract. 

The point is, he can’t talk to anyone about this. Sure, the WAGS would all support him, they’d be so nice about it all, but they don’t know that he’s Shane. Their advice would be strictly for a woman that Ilya could be with publicly, one that could perfectly satisfy his wants and need. 

A woman that sexts back correctly and doesn’t feel like a burden on Ilya. Somebody perfectly tuned to Ilya, maybe that’s Svetlana and he’s just holding himself back for Shane’s sake, but that’s stupid and Shane should just let Ilya fly free. 

The point is Shane has not had a stress-free summer; all it has done is give him an aneurysm. His mind has been working over time to focus on maintaining his hockey skills and trying to figure out how not to die of embarrassment. 

Now he’s sitting in his car outside of Hayden’s house dreading his life. He can’t believe he has to go to this fucking party when he could be running through drills again. This is Montreal’s year, he just has to prove it. 

A knock inturrupts Shane’s thoughts. Hayden makes a motion for Shane it either roll down his window or step out of his car, reluctantly he chooses the latter. “You were really just going to sit here for another half an hour debating, weren’t you great captain.” 

“Don’t call me that Hayd. But yeah maybe, you know parties aren’t my thing.” Hayd claps him on the shoulder and starts dragging him to the door. “I know man, but trust me, I've got ginger ale and we’ve got a big backyard, just hold onto Arthur for jack and I and then you have an excuse not to talk.” 

“I will take you up on that offer happily, give me your child Hayd.” They laugh and Hayd happily steals the baby from Jackie. “Here you go, one people ignorer coming right up. We’ve got to stop phrasing me handing you my children that way.” 

“What, you don’t want to get me pregnant Hayd? Rude, I’m totally hot enough.” Hayden shoves him off and Shane finds himself drifting towards the world, simply watch his team get along. Every so often a teammate will come talk to him about the upcoming season, but they leave soon enough. 

The only people who keep talking for longer than 10 minutes are the rookies who take great pleasure in having Shane tear down their skills. Shane takes a little bit of pride in helping them develop their skills, but is frankly more happy when the party drifts outside and because of Arthur he has more than enough reason not to join. 

He takes a seat on the couch and just relaxes, sorting through his emails. Sadly, sitting with a baby alone has opened him up for attack. “I take can Arthur back if you want to hang out with the boys Shane.” Jackie says, plopping herself on the couch right next to him. 

“Jackie you know I would tell you if I needed a break, and I’ve heard enough of the crying from Arthur over the phone to know this is probably the quietest his been in weeks.” She smiles and pulls away but stays sitting close to Shane. This is when the error of his ways sinks in. 

Shane Hollander should really know by now that if he sits alone long enough at these events the girls descend onto him. 

“Soooooo, you going to be inviting anyone new into our chat this year?” Miranda sits down on his other side and effectively corners him in while the rest take their seats. “I don’t know, maybe.” Frankly Shane’s being honest for once. If he and Ilya do figure this out then he has to add him to the WAGS. 

“What do you mean maybe! Shane is there actually somebody you’re seeing?!” Jackie is clutching to his wrist, and he has to glare and pointedly look down at Arthur to stop her from blowing his eardrums.  

Jackie is giving him a sneaky look, she knows he’s gay, she should not be risking everything by saying this, but he wants to give in and tell her, even if he can’t say Ilya’s name. “We only really meet up to, you know...but I think I might be in love with her.” 

Every single one of his audiences looks shocked and he’s not happy about it. “You can not tell your boyfriends and husbands! Okay, if this ends badly I do not need that on my mind. I don’t need the ribbing.” 

“We can hold our tongues, we’re cool like that. But, is there any chance you’ll tell us a little bit about her?” He shakes his head at Rhea, causing groans to erupt. “You can find out things about her when there’s something to actually know.” 

“I for one am happy you’re thinking about tying things down with Lily.” Jackie smirks when he splutters. “How on earth do you know about Lily!?” 

“What, you think my husband doesn’t notice that every time we’re in Boston you sneak off to go to Lily’s. Plus you told us, remember. God, now I just want to ask the Boston WAGS if they know the girl. If only we have a way to contact everyone.” 

It’s an interesting thought. One he could probably work on, god knows the admirals and bears both want to talk to each other if only to get him to talk to Ilya. The rest of the conversation passes on without him. He chimes in with gossip every so often, and sometimes the guys look at him funny when they grab a drink. 

Shane is ready to go home, and ready for the season to finally start. Now he just has to convince both Boston and New York not to do anything stupid. That’s going to be impossible. 

<-> 

BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

Carol: hey gorgeous ladies 

Are we ready for the preseason and to win our back to back cups!!! 

Lauren: girl I am so ready 

I got a new jersey this year because my last was fraying 

So I will be chic 

Mandy: yeah I'm probs ready for the season 

But who cares 

@jane get over here 

WHAT HAPPEN IN VEGAS 

You: isn’t there a whole saying about not snitching? 

Like I feel that that’s a thing 

Charlotte: yes but come on 

The last thign you texted about before the retreat was Svetlana 

None of the idiots awake thought to ask you about how your night went 

You: uhhhhhh 

Give me a second 

I need to talk to the Admiral WAGS first 

Tereasa: wait my queen 

DID HE FUMBLE THAT BAD??? 

Lauren: Jane? 

Oh, she’s definitely gone 

<-> 

The Admiral Avengers (NYC WAGS) 

You: right, so preseason is coming 

Just going to put this out here 

I think I’m in love with Ilya Rozanov 

Laura: Fuck Yes I called this shit 

Gloria: awe we’re proud of you Jane 

Poor Scott losing you 

Couldn't play the game 

You: I’m going to tell him you said that 

Iconic.  

As for a plan, hear me out 

Maria: I’m will bring my shovel to bury bodies 

You: thank you but, no 

You're going to download this link for me 

https://erbgtjignfritbef4tm  

Martine: and what is this Discord thing 

You: it’s a chat forum thing 

Instead of having a million numbers on your phone we use this app  

I have a sever link here: https://erbg8956y80dbfcvmkgjjk  

Gloria: Why does this thing have locked group with all of the different teams 

You: alright, so I’ll add you to the Admirals section 

But here’s how this works 

The main sever is for everybody 

You guys will be in the locked Admirals WAGS just for us 

But I'm putting you in a planning group 

Laura: and what exactly are we going to be planning? 

You: here’s where you have to hear me out 

Thoughts on going a on a sex strike to bully Ilya into having a whole conversation with me? 

Maria: this is an insane decision 

But I’m kind of in love with you for it 

Like this is incredibly hot and sexy 

Keep talking 

Gloria: I did not realise this was an option 

Please enlighten us 

Martine: I’m in if you think it’s going to work 

You: alright, as it stands Boston and New York are the only chats the know about me 

But I have friends in Montreal 

I’m thinking all three of us unionise 

You guys play each other the week before he comes to Montreal 

We all go on a strike leading up to Boston v. Montreal 

Then both teams just raze him 

Gloria: I’ve never been more sexually attracted to a woman in my life 

Laura: I’m in 

I have both hands and toys 

It'll be just like a roadie 

You: that’s the spirit 

Now I just need to tell Boston 

By the way if you have friends from other WAG chats 

Send them the link and message me with their team 

Martine: I have Jackie’s number 

Want me to send across to her while you do Boston? 

You: that would actually be great 

Wasn't sure how to explain I had her number 

Maria: you want to tell us? 

Because that sounded shady as hell 

You: no, this is so much funnier 

Anyway, we’ll reconvene once I have my girls in the new chat with everything explained 

Thank you so much for helping 

Gloria: don’t stress 

You're our Queen 

Laura: I’m kinda living for the chaos so you’re good 

Long live the Queen 

Maria: preach the revolution! 

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BOSTON WAGS UNITE 

You: alright, do not inturrupt me 

I have three things to talk about 

1.Download discord, I’m adding you to the WAGS sever here: https://erbg8956y80dbfcvmkgjjk 

2.I have figured out that I am sadly in love with Ilya Rozanov 

3.Last time in Vegas we fucked and he didn’t kiss be once, now it’s time for a revenge plan 

Carol: you know what I trust my Queen 

What's the plan 

You: we’re finally unionising 

We're going on a sex strike 

Lauren: of all the things you could’ve said 

Mandy: I am ride or die for you girl 

Let's fucking get your man 

You: good attitude 

We're starting with a unified front 

Don't be mean 

Carol: we’ll try our best 

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Queen Jane and Her Sex Strike 

You (Queen): who decided to name it this when I wasn’t looking 

Mandy (Boston): guilty! 

I think it’s a good name 

You (Queen): alright and what happens when other WAGS see the name 

Are they going to try and be a part of the strike 

Jackie, Mandy, Charlotte, Carol, Lauren, Tereasa, Gloria, Laura, Maria, Martine, Miranda, Rhea and Poppy eyed this message 

Oh I see 

Message received 

You guys are trying to make a league wide sex strike 

insane 

Jackie (Montreal): says the girl who is organising this between three teams 

May as well try for the best 

You are going after Rozanov 

Miranda (Montreal): she’s right 

That's crazy behaviour