Rating:

Mature

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Slice of Life, Vignette, Cuddling & Snuggling, Character Study, Post-Episode: s01e06 The Cottage (Heated Rivalry), Post-Season/Series 01

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2026-05-16 Words: 711 Chapters: 1/1

home is wherever i'm with you

Summary

Shane wants to stay right here. He wants to stare at Ilya forever. He wants to count Ilya’s moles, his eyelashes, his breaths. To memorize every part of him. Moments like this, it’s hard to think about the things they denied themselves, all the time that they wasted. When it comes to Ilya he wants and wants and wants.

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A rainy morning in bed.

Notes

the brain worms are too strong

It’s raining the next time they go to the cottage. Shane woke up feeling like a furnace, Ilya’s leg wedged between his own. If Shane moved his hips just a little…just a little…he could…

As if on cue, Ilya starts squirming instead and the resulting pressure on Shane’s cock has essentially the same result. Ilya’s eyelids flutter, but his breathing is still deep and even. There’s some time before he’ll wake up and Shane like to watch him sleep. He tries not to think about how creepy that is until he reminds himself that he’s pretty sure he’s caught Ilya doing the same thing. He doesn’t want to break the moment. Ilya will probably wake him up with a blowjob anyway. It’s their cottage tradition.

Shane wants to stay right here. He wants to stare at Ilya forever. He wants to count Ilya’s moles, his eyelashes, his breaths. To memorize every part of him. Moments like this, it’s hard to think about the things they denied themselves, all the time that they wasted. When it comes to Ilya he wants and wants and wants.

Ilya turns his head a little and puffs a breath of hot air onto Shane’s neck. The ghost of a kiss, or something more. Shane’s sure if he put his fingers to the same spot he’d feel the delicious pain of a new bruise. Proof that Ilya is here and not something Shane dreamed up. It feels like that, sometimes. Times like this, it’s startling to realize that they can do things like leave marks, now. At least at the cottage, they’re allowed to keep evidence of one another, at least until they leave here and have to rejoin the rest of the world. 

As if he knew, Ilya’s arms tighten around Shane, reassuring him. This is where he wants to be, always. The drum of rain like music just for the two of them. Shane feels his eyes close, the sound lulling him back to sleep. This is home.

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Ilya opens his eyes and sees that Shane is still asleep. Good. It’s nice to count his freckles without any interruption, though he’s sure if Shane were awake and Ilya told him what he’s doing Shane’s face would flush the most delicious shade of pink. Ilya wishes he could paint the world in that color. At least, just for himself. 

One hundred and fifty eight. Same as last week. Ilya wants to know anytime there’s anything new with Shane. To discover each part of him as it develops, rather than in retrospect. They’ve missed so much time. Ilya wants to make a fucking spreadsheet of how fast Shane gets new freckles. He’s sure that Yuna would help him with it. She’s perfect like that. 

Sometimes, on the days that he and Shane wake up in different beds, different cities, different lives, it’s hard to believe that moments like this are real. But when they’re at the cottage, the two of them are the entire world. This is where they became real. As a pair, as a we, as an us. The two of them, in this together.

Ilya could spend his entire life here in this bed and this moment. In ten years, every day will be like this. It’s comforting. Somewhat. Ten years feels too far for this to become his new normal. After all, it took them ten years to get here. He wants to make a new life with Shane, not to keep living the same way he always has. He wants to be greedy, and for all of Ilya’s disbelief, Shane lets him. Shane gives him so much, Ilya will give him whatever plan makes Shane want to keep him forever.

He’ll let Shane set the pace, to let him mull over plans and strategies and minute course corrections. He’d let Shane do anything, it it meant that Ilya could make Shane’s heart his home. 

Ilya feels the warm weight of Shane’s body in his arms. The steady rise and fall of his chest, his half hard cock against Ilya’s thigh. The rain continues and Ilya lets it lull him back to sleep. He’s safe here, safe in a way he hasn’t felt since his mother’s death. This is home.