Rating:

Not Rated

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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationship:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Rose Landry, Hayden Pike, Cliff Marlow, Zane Boodram, Luca Haas, Wyatt Hayes

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - College/University, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Not Beta Read, Fluff, Shane Hollander Walks Ilya Rozanov Like A Dog, Protective Ilya Rozanov, Jealous Ilya Rozanov, Jock Ilya Rozanov, Nerd Shane Hollander, Smut

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-01-31 Completed: 2026-02-14 Words: 16,044 Chapters: 4/4

you bring me home

Summary

“Да. Yes. Ilya Rozanov.” Ilya said looking at the woman, Rose, he presumed. He shifts his gaze to his victim with an apology on his lips. Only for every word he had ever learned in English or Russian to completely slip his brain, except one.

Freckles.

That was all Ilya could manage to think. Freckles.

And so many of them. Adorable brown marks, varying in hue and size, were scattered across the man's cheeks and nose. His nose. Had Ilya ever noticed someone's nose before? He quickly decided not to dwell on that when the boy finally met his stare.

The big eyes that focused on Ilya were nothing short of beautiful. Pools of brown swirled around his pupils, which Ilya wanted to dive head first into.

Holy shit this man is stunning. As in, ‘Oh my god I think I just fell in love with you’, kind of stunning.

 

or jock ilya is obsessed with nerd shane

Notes

hello everyone!! this is my very first time writing a fanfic! i love these gay little hockey boys so much i couldnt resist.
ive been lurking on ao3 for YEARRSSS but like i said these boys have bewitched me, so heres my first fic. i hope someone out there enjoys it. and let me know what other tags i should add i honestly dont know how ao3 works.
planning for three chapters, but be patient with me im #employed and a #student
title from 'sweet creature' by harry styles. tiktok editors if youre reading this please edit hollanov to sweet creature. i need it.
if you like it let me know pretty please i would love to know what you guys think, and let me know what i could do better! just be nice pls im sensitive
if you notice any mistakes no you didn't!!!!!!
enjoy <33333

Chapter 1: Chapter One

Ilya was the last one to skate off the ice and into the tunnel. The excited screams of fans rang in his ears. They had just won their ninth game in a row, 4-1. He felt good, he played even better. Save the wide open shot on goal he had missed in the first period, but made up for it later with two goals and an assist. It was a fantastic start to the season for his team.

Ilya walked into the locker room to the whoops and yells of his teammates, all turning to him as he entered, grinning like a gaggle of idiots.

“Capitaine!”

“What a game.”

“Roz you're a magician.”

“Magicians don't miss shots on a wide open net Haasy.”

“Shut the fuck up Marlow.” Ilya said with a smirk on his lips. “You would still be scoreless on the season if not for my magical pass.”

“Yeah sure Roz. Party at Bood’s at nine to celebrate. You comin’?” Cliff Marlow, his assistant captain asked.

“Duh.” Ilya began stripping his jersey and pads and threw them into a heap in his locker, heading to the showers. He had plenty of time to head back to his dorm, change, eat, and maybe nap before walking to Bood’s frat house. He had opted not to join said frat at the beginning of the semester, instead taking a tiny single dorm to assimilate to the foreign country he had only just arrived in. And was hopefully never leaving, if he had anything to do with it.

It had only been two months, but Ilya knew he much preferred living in Canada to Russia. He wasn’t sure what would happen once his college days were over and his scholarship ended. However he quickly came to terms with the fact that he would do pretty much anything to stay.

Ilya pushed on the door of the locker room, stepping into the evening light flowing in through the doors of the main entrance to the rink.

The loud crash that followed rattled against his ear drums. He stopped just outside the door and turned to his right, the direction the door had swung open in, to the sight of a man Ilya had never seen before. Lying on the ground.

“Shane! Are you okay?” The redheaded woman next to him asked, crouching down in front of the boy and blocking Ilya’s view of his face.

“Yeah. Fine.” Ilya heard the response come in an exasperated tone. “Rose this is literally why I don't go anywhere but the library.”

“Oh calm down, you’re so dramatic, so what a door opened in your face? You’re fi–” The redhead trailed off as she turned to face Ilya, helping the dark-haired boy to his feet. “Oh. Oh my god. You’re–”

“Да. Yes. Ilya Rozanov.” Ilya said looking at the woman, Rose, he presumed. He shifts his gaze to his victim with an apology on his lips. Only for every word he had ever learned in English or Russian to completely slip his brain, except one.

Freckles.

That was all Ilya could manage to think. Freckles.

And so many of them. Adorable brown marks, varying in hue and size, were scattered across the man's cheeks and nose. His nose. Had Ilya ever noticed someone's nose before? He quickly decided not to dwell on that when the boy finally met his stare.

The big eyes that focused on Ilya were nothing short of beautiful. Pools of brown swirled around his pupils, which Ilya wanted to dive head first into.

Holy shit this man is stunning. As in, ‘Oh my god I think I just fell in love with you’, kind of stunning.

Okay Ilya was being dramatic. Obviously he couldn’t be in love with him, right? Just like, objectively, that wasn’t possible.

Right?

His eyes flicked to Rose, then back to–what had she said before? Shane. Back to Shane. Gorgeous, pretty Shane.

Ilya was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Rose’s throat clearing. He realized, somewhat embarrassingly, none of them had said anything. They just stood outside the door to the men’s locker room. Shane and Ilya staring at each other, Rose looking between the two of them with a smile on her face.

“Hi.” Ilya managed to breathe out, his voice not nearly as steady as he would’ve liked. God what was wrong with him? He was Ilya Rozanov. He needed to calm down. The other man hadn’t even said anythi–

“Hi.” Shane responded, voice breathy, higher than normal. A pink tint bloomed on the skin under the galaxy of freckles, their eyes not leaving each other's.

So love at first sight was possible.

“Uhm.” Rose prompted, studying Ilya. With some considerable effort, Ilya pulled his eyes over to Rose.

“Oh. Right. Sorry. I’m sorry. For door. Um. For hitting you with the door.” he said, looking back at Shane. Ilya seriously needed to pull himself together. “You are okay?”

“Oh. Yes. Yes, I’m totally fine, it's totally fine. Don’t worry about it. Um. I’m sorry.” Shane blurted, the words coming out fast and strung together.

“What? Why sorry?” Ilya responded, a slight frown pulling at his lips in genuine confusion.

“For, uhm, being in the way of the door?” Shane offered, unsure why he even said sorry in the first place. The striking face of this exquisite man had his brain malfunctioning. Only worsened by the smile growing on said face. What had Rose said before? Ilya. On Ilya’s face. Stunning, breathtaking Ilya.

‘For being in the way of the door.’ Ilya repeated in his head. Adorable.

“Alright,” Rose interjected, clearly entertained by the exchange between the two. “Ilya, I’m Rose Landry and this is Shane Hollander, congrats on the win by the way. You played great.”

“Yes. Thank you. Good start to season.”

“Yeah, you played great, good uhm–,” Shane cleared his throat, “–good skating.”

God, could he get any cuter?

“Ah, thank you. Is just like walking.” Ilya shrugged and smiled widely at him, regaining some of his composure “I have not seen you at rink before. Why is this?”

“Oh, well, I uh–,” Shane’s cheeks heated adorably again, “It's my first time coming to a game, Rose here dragged me from the library.”

Shane’s beautiful eyes widened immediately, “I mean, no. Not like that. Not like dragged me... like I had a good time, I just meant that...that I don't usually–”

“Is okay,” Ilya mercifully cut him off, his face seeming to be stuck in a permanent smile. “Glad you are here, that you came to game I mean. Sorry again, about the door. You are sure you are okay?”

“No really it's completely fine. And yes, I’m sure I'm okay.” Shane responded, a shy smile tugging at his perfect lips.

“Good,” Ilya said, a smirk playing on his own, “I can make it up to you? There is party at hockey house tonight, you should come. Both of you.”

“Oh yeah I’ve been to a few parties there. Shane we are absolutely going. And– Oh don’t give me that look, the library can wait. Seriously, like, it's a Friday, live a little.” Rose said, rolling her eyes and pulling her phone from her back pocket.

“Okay but–” Shane started his rebuttal.

“Come.” Ilya said, firm but fond, “She is right. Library can wait to see you. Not sure I can.”

“Oh” The darkest shade of blush yet began to crawl up Shane’s neck and again onto his perfect face. Ilya wanted to know just how dark that blush could become.

“Okay.” Shane smiled shyly again.

“Yes. Good. See you later then.” Ilya flashed him the widest grin he could muster and turned on his heel. He started for the door, afraid if he stood in front of Shane any longer he would drop his hockey bag and kiss him right then and there. He didn’t even know if Shane liked men. He would find out later he supposed, hopefully. Although the pink on his cheeks at Ilya’s every word was pretty telling. Jesus, the blush. His eyes. Those freckles. Had he mentioned Shane’s freckles? And oh. The huge biceps practically busting the seams of his t-shirt sleeves. The shirt was loose fitting, or meant to be. However Shane certainly filled it out well, very well. He wondered what Shane would be wearing tonight. He felt his blood begin to rush south.

Ilya was done for.

Ilya had been to this house a thousand times, and yet this was the first he felt nervous walking up to the front door. It was about 30 minutes past nine. Would Shane already be here? He hoped not. If their earlier interaction was any indication, Ilya definitely needed a drink before talking to him. Maybe two. And a shot.

Ilya let himself in through the front door, the noise of rambunctious, already drunk college students and booming music rang in his ears.

“Cap! Just in time! Get over here we’re doing shots!” Ilya heard Bood’s loud voice shout out.

And who was Ilya to turn down a shot?

One hour, four shots, and two beers later, Ilya found himself on the couch in the living room. His third beer grasped loosely between his thumb, pointer, and middle fingers. The warm buzz under his skin made him feel light, airy. Ilya felt genuinely happy, surrounded by his teammates after another fantastic win. Although there was one thing bothering him. A certain dark-haired boy who Ilya couldn’t seem to get out of his head. Not that he was complaining, in fact he welcomed the thoughts warmly into his brain. The timid little smile, his big shiny brown eyes, his lips.

In his state Ilya can’t help but imagine those lips on his. On Ilya’s neck, on his chest, trailing across his abdomen and down down down. The image of Shane’s lips wrapped around him filled his mind and he nearly had to stifle a groan.

“Ебать.” Ilya muttered under his breath.

“You good?” Marlow asked from next to him on the couch.

“Of cou–” Ilya was cut off by the sound of the door opening. His eyes flew to the entrance of the home, landing on the two people now walking into the living room.

Shane. Had he gotten more beautiful since Ilya saw him earlier? He sure fucking thinks so.

Before he could say a word though, a different, grating, voice began to speak. One Ilya had wholeheartedly forgotten was a resident of this house.

“Shane! Rose!” Hayden Pike sprang up from the armchair he was occupying and nearly tackled Shane with the force of his hug.

“oof. Hi, hey bud, how much have you had to drink?” Shane wrapped his arms around Hayden with a fond smile on his face. Although his brows were creased in worry, Hayden wasn’t usually one to give hugs.

Pike? Pike knew Shane? Pike was hugging his Shane. Well not his Shane. Not yet.

Hayden turned back to his team, a huge, drunk smile on his face, “Everyone this is Shane, my best friend and Rose, my... other friend.”

Best friend? Of all people for Shane to be best friends with. He’d chosen Hayden fucking Pike?

“Wow thanks Hayd, what an introduction. Also I have literally been here before. To multiple parties. With all of these people.”

“Oh. Right. Well anyway this is Shane, the one I've told childhood stories about.” Hayden managed to get out, slurring each and every one of his words and stumbling back to the armchair.

Stories? Well damn if Ilya had known all of Pike’s useless blabbering was about this beautiful man he probably would've listened

“Ah yes, famous Shane.” Bood mused from the couch opposite Ilya.

Famous? Ilya really needed to start paying more attention.

As Rose began walking to the chair next to Pike, he started up again.

“Don’t get me wrong, I'm glad you finally came to a party but, like, why? I didn’t even know you were coming” Hayden asked with heavily lidded eyes, trying to focus on Shane’s face.

Shane, who was standing somewhat awkwardly, flicked his eyes to Ilya and back to Hayden. The short eye contact lit a fire in Ilya’s core. He wanted more.

“Oh, well actually Ilya invited us, after the game.”

Suddenly, Ilya felt several eyes on him, specifically Shane’s. His soft stare tore right through Ilya. The fire in his core stroked by the feeling of Shane’s eyes on him.

“Yes. After game. I run into Hollander and Landry in hallway, literally.” The alcohol flowing through Ilya’s blood gave him some courage, luckily, but his accent was thick, “I open door of locker room right in Hollander’s pretty face. And being gentleman I am, I say sorry and invite them. Also so I can see pretty face again.”

The blush that answered Ilya was like seeing an angel. He relished in it. Still too curious to see how red he could make the boy.

“Hollander you want drink? Come. We get you a drink.” Ilya got up off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. With a quick glance over his shoulder he could see Shane following him, still blushing. Ilya turned his head back to hide the smirk on his face.

Ilya rounded the kitchen island and opened the fridge, “What do you want? Beer? Seltzer? Shot?”

“Um. I don’t really drink alcohol. Sorry. Plus I have to make sure Rose gets home okay.”

“Hollander, stop saying sorry for silly things, you can drink something else, yes?”

“Yes. Ginger ale? If you have it. If not, I'll just have some water.” Shane said, smiling at Ilya.

“Ah, water it is. I will be sure to have ginger ale for you. Next time.” God why did he say that? Shane’s presence is doing something to him. Something sinister. He can barely flirt.

Ilya shakes his head slightly, as if it would help him regain his charm. He grabs a cup and fills it with water, taking a slight deep breath in as he rounds the island once more to hand the cup to Shane.

“Thank you.” Shane says sweetly and takes the cup from Ilya. Their fingers touch softly as he wraps them around the cup. The slight touch sends a wave of electricity through Ilya.

Up close now, Ilya has a better view of the freckles that scatter across his lovely face. He wants to kiss every single one. To graze Shane’s cheek. With his thumb. His lips. His tongue. The need courses through him so strongly that Ilya has to clench his fists to his sides.

“Hi.” Shane says, voice high and breathy, just like before. Ilya can feel himself coming undone at every look. Every slight touch.

“Hi Shane. Glad you came.” Ilya's voice is low, sensual without meaning for it to be.

Shane’s skin heats again, averting Ilya’s gaze to look down at the cup in his hand, “Me too.”

“Can I ask you–” Ilya is cut off by the sound of Rose’s voice calling out to Shane.

“Sorry. Be right back.” Shane gives Ilya a small smile and turns to the direction of his name being called. “Coming!”

Ilya huffs and follows him back to the living room.

For the next hour and a half, Ilya tries his best not to stare at Shane. However, it's proving to be quite the difficult task. It’s not his fault Shane is so pretty. It's also not his fault that he keeps catching Shane staring too. Every time, Ilya would smirk or wink at Shane. He would blush and quickly look away. Ilya loved it. Loved that he was shy. Like a little lamb. Practically begging to be devoured.

And oh did Ilya want to devour him.

Two hours after their exchange in the kitchen, Ilya finally gets to hear Shane’s voice again. He is standing by the front door of the house, waiting for Rose and Hayden to stop their drunken conversation, when Ilya approaches him.

“Hello there.” Ilya greets, a wolfish grin on his face

“Hi Ilya.” The sound of his name on Shane’s lips is like fucking heroin. He imagines Shane saying his name in the voice he first said hi to him in. Breathy and blissed-out and whiny. Ilya is suddenly half-hard in the doorway of his teammate's house standing in front of Shane Hollander.

Ilya seriously needed to pull himself together.

“You are very pretty Hollander. Has anyone told you this?”

“Oh, um, well no, but th- thank you.” Shane stumbled on his words. Ilya loved that he caused such a reaction. He wanted to bite him.

“Yes. Would you like to know real reason I invited you?” Ilya asked with a smirk on his lips.

“Um. Yes?”

“Well when I saw you before, I am– what is phrase? Take back?”

“Taken aback.” Shane supplied.

“Yes. That. By your beauty, but I was much too nervous. So I invite you here so I can plan what to say.”

“Plan to say what?”

“Ah, patience Hollander, I am getting there. So I invite you to party to say again that I am sorry about hitting you with the door, then to ask you if I can really make it up to you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Want to take you out. Anywhere you want. Anything you want.” And Ilya realized that he really meant it. He would give Shane anything he wants. “Have I mentioned you are very pretty?”

“Yes I think so.” Shane says with a laugh. “And I would love to. Go out with you.”

“I will definitely make it worth your while.” Ilya says with a smirk and a wink.

Heat creeps onto Shane’s face once again, and this time Ilya can’t stop himself from reaching out to him. He brings his right hand up to Shane, softly brushing his thumb across the freckles peppering his cheeks. The skin becomes a deep pink under his touch. Shane’s eyes close involuntarily.

Ilya is truly, irrevocably done for.

“I will text you.” Ilya says as he drops his hand back to his side.

“Okay.” Shane’s voice comes out small, happy.

A few seconds pass, “I need number to be able to Shane.”

“Oh! Right! Uh– sorry... here.” Shane holds out his phone for Ilya to take. He saves his contact in Shane’s phone, sending him a quick text to let Shane know it was him.

“Thank you, I will, um, see you soon.” Shane says as he links his arm with Rose to steady her.

“Yes. Yes you will.”

Chapter 2: Chapter Two

Chapter Summary

Much to Ilya’s delight, his eyes land on a blushing Shane Hollander, sitting back on his heels. Shane, adorned by a big puffy coat, a scarf, and a hat, is on his knees. In between Ilya’s legs. Well his morning just got a whole lot better.

And this was certainly a view Ilya could get used to.

“We really must stop meeting like this Hollander.” Ilya says, smirking.

Chapter Notes

OMGGGG thank you SOOO much everybody for reading!!!!! this is crazy. i love you all.
this chapter is a bit longer than i intended but whatever its fine. hope you love it!!
again thank you guys so much for every comment, every kudos, and everyone reading!!!! keep em comin ;)
the russian is translated in italics after it is said/thought. (except once when he translates for shane)
again if you noticed mistakes no you didnt!!
enjoy! :)))))))))))

Ilya woke with a groan, a pounding headache, and a painfully hard dick. He didn’t remember drinking that much. And he was certainly no lightweight. Maybe he had been drunk on the presence of Shane Hollander. Ilya wanted to hear his voice again. Wanted Shane to be open and free around him, the way he’d seen glimpses of last night, when he spoke to Rose or... Pike.

Fucking Pike, talk about a boner killer.

Would Ilya have to be... friends with him? It was bad enough he had to deal with his annoying ass during practice. Though Ilya did repeatedly forget about his being on the team during games, given he was barely ever on the ice.

Well he was, a little too much for Ilya’s liking, but he hadn’t done a single worthwhile thing for the whole damn season.

Except score a game winner last week.

Why the fuck was he even thinking about Pike?

Oh yeah, Shane.

Pretty little Shane. He looked so good last night, in his long sleeve barely cropped blue shirt, that Ilya had a hard time keeping up a single conversation. He had only wanted to admire Shane.

Ilya wills his eyes open and turns his head towards the clock on his nightstand. He almost panics, clock reading 10:14AM, but thankfully the realization comes, it's Saturday. Does he have practice later? He didn’t think so.

All Ilya knows is that he needs a shower, food, and to preferably wake up next to Shane for the foreseeable future.

“Черт возьми.” Fucking hell. Ilya mumbled under his breath. He had quite literally only met the man yesterday. He knew next to nothing about Shane, Ilya would guess that a whopping total of 30 words had been spoken between the two of them. But yet in the past 18 hours all he could think of was him. He couldn’t remember what he’d dreamt but hopefully it was of Shane. Of his eyes, his lips, black hair that looked so soft Ilya wanted to run his fingers through it. Of huge, muscular thighs hugged tightly by dark-wash denim jeans.

Suddenly the bulge in his shorts he thought had dissipated was alive and well.

With a groan, Ilya swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood. Looking to his nightstand, he grabs the three day old opened water bottle and downs it in two gulps. He takes a whole four steps into the tiny shower connecting to his dorm, turns the water the hottest it can go, and wraps his fist around his cock to the thought of the man he met yesterday.

After showering, eating, and getting dressed, Ilya decides to go to the gym. He grabs his phone and pauses.

He wants to text Shane.

And for maybe the first time in his life Ilya has no clue what to say. Should he apologize for being drunk and perhaps too forward? He had somewhat gotten the impression that Shane liked that though. He could just be normal and say hello, but that didn’t feel right, he needed to say something more. Maybe a workout would help him collect his thoughts.

Ilya glances at his jacket hanging on the back of the door. It was only 33 degrees outside, but the walk to the gym was a short five minutes and he would be hot and sweaty from his workout on the walk back. Opting not to put the jacket on he grabs his keys. Looking down, contemplatively, at Shane’s contact on his phone, Ilya opens his dorm room door and steps out.

Only to collide with something soft, yet firm enough to send him falling to the ground.

Whatever, whoever, Ilya ran into fell to their hands and knees in the middle of Ilya’s outstretched legs. Legs splayed and on his back, Ilya pushes himself to his elbows and looks up to his assailant.

Much to Ilya’s delight, his eyes land on a blushing Shane Hollander, sitting back on his heels. Shane, adorned by a big puffy coat, a scarf, and a hat, is on his knees. In between Ilya’s legs. Well his morning just got a whole lot better.

And this was certainly a view Ilya could get used to.

“We really must stop meeting like this Hollander.” Ilya says, smirking.

Shane scrambles to stand up and offers his hand out to Ilya, “Oh my god! Ilya! Imsososorry! Are you okay?” Shane rushed out.

Ilya happily takes his hand, electricity thrumming under his skin at the touch, letting Shane help him to his feet. Towering over him now in the narrow hallway, he feels like a predator cornering its prey. Ilya can feel the heat of Shane’s body, his every breath on Ilya’s neck.

Shane, looking anywhere but Ilya's eyes, manages to speak in a small voice, "I'm really sorry. I was looking down at my phone trying to figure out what to text you and I didn't see you and–” Shane’s eyes widened. In the rush of attempting to apologize coherently, he certainly hadn’t meant to admit that. That he was so engrossed in his efforts of trying to text Ilya something not completely fucking idiotic, that he’d ran right into the man himself. He had his stupid nose in his stupid phone while walking, which for the record he absolutely loathed when he saw other people doing, down the stupid hallway and didn’t see this stupidly beautiful man come out of his stupid dorm.

“Hmm,” Ilya hums, “You wanted to text me, Hollander?”

“Well um. Yeah. I wanted to text you but I just–,” Ilya watches Shane’s chest rise with a deep breath in, “–I just didn’t know what to say, or how to. I guess.”

“Oh?”

“Yes well I was just going to apologize for last night, y’know for being awkward. I just don’t normally–” Shane stopped himself from saying socialize,“–go to parties and... stuff so... yeah.”

“Hollander, do you remember what I said last night? Don’t say sorry for silly things.”

“I know I just wanted to not be... weird for once in my life and–” Shane pauses. “You’re right it’s silly. Look I should really–”

“Hollander.” Ilya interrupts, voice more serious now. “No. That is not silly. I say silly because... why would you say sorry when you have done nothing wrong?” Ilya silently curses the English language after stumbling over his words, hoping to make sure Shane knew he wasn’t calling him silly.

“Well–”

“Did you do something to hurt someone?” Ilya interjects again.

“No..?” Shane says, confused.

“Right. So no reason to be sorry, yes?” Ilya gives the adorable man in front of him a small smile, “Дорогой you are not weird. Whoever says this is stupid yes?” Darling.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Ilya praises. Shane’s cheeks heat, and Ilya thinks he’ll never get tired of the sight of it. “So where are you headed?”

“The library.” Shane smiles at him, and Ilya knows he’ll never get tired of this sight either.

“Perfect. I am heading the same way. Let me walk with you?” Ilya lies straight through his teeth. The library is in fact in the complete opposite direction of the gym.

“Yes. I would like that.” Shane smiles sweetly and suddenly Ilya doesn’t mind the extra distance in the frigid temperatures.

That is until they’d been walking for about seven minutes and Ilya couldn’t feel his legs. He could however feel Shane’s side glances at him every time he shivered or his teeth chattered. Ilya was so cold that he thought maybe he’d just go home, warm up, and then go to the gym later. But Ilya was kind of hoping he’d have plans later. Mercifully he recognized the library building, which he’d only been to once, on his first day, during the campus tours.

“I suppose I should let you go inside.” Ilya says with a dramatic sigh.

Shane gives him a little giggle, “Yes I suppose so.”

Ilya turns to look at him and is struck again by his beauty, the cold air turning the skin on his nose and cheeks a baby pink, wonderfully accentuating his freckles.

Ilya was infatuated.

“Do you want to have dinner with me later?” Ilya asks before he can stop himself. He didn’t think he’d ever be nervous to hear the answer to such a question. But here he was.

“Yes.” Shane says with a sweet smile. “Yes I do.”

Ilya doesn’t think he’d ever grinned so wide and genuine in his life. “Text me and tell me where you live and I will come get you. Six okay?”

“Yes. I will.” Shane says with a wide smile of his own and shifts towards the door of the building. He pauses and turns back to Ilya. “Oh and Ilya?”

“Hmm?”

Shane drags his eyes up and down Ilya's shivering form, “Wear a coat to dinner.” Shane says, amused, though his tone leaves no room for argument.

“Okay.” Ilya keeps the fond smile on his face. He watches as Shane pulls open the door and disappears inside the library.

A new warmth blooming under his skin, Ilya turns on his heels and begins his 13 minute walk to the gym.

Ilya could feel the sweat beginning to form on his temple. The walk to Shane’s dorm was only three minutes and it was fucking freezing. But Ilya was nervous, he really didn’t want to mess this up. And nerves made him sweat. Not to mention the jacket he had, obviously, made sure to be wearing. Ilya shrugs the jacket off and throws it over his shoulder, not wanting to be drenched in sweat when he sees Shane.

Ilya was excited, though admittedly a little bit.. confused. When Shane had texted him where he lived, it was not what Ilya was expecting. Considering their earlier interaction, Ilya assumed Shane lived in the same building he did. Why else would he be leaving said building at 11AM on a Saturday?

Maybe he was leaving someone else's dorm. Thinking back Ilya remembered Shane being in a bit of a rush. Had he done something he regretted the night before?

Done someone he regretted?

At the thought, Ilya felt a completely unreasonable jealousy stir low in his abdomen.

Shane didn’t exactly seem like someone to have a one-night stand. And if he did, why would he want to text Ilya the morning after?

Lost in his racing thoughts, Ilya suddenly found himself right outside of the door to Shane’s building. Shane, waiting for Ilya just inside the door, pushes it open and stops in front of Ilya as it closes behind him.

“Hello–” Ilya is immediately cut off by Shane’s stern voice.

“Put that on.” He says, looking pointedly at the jacket that hung over Ilya’s shoulder.

For a moment, Ilya just blinks at him. Then the same wolfish grin he seemed to be sporting a lot around this man spread across his lips. “Bossy.” Ilya said, with much more confidence than he felt, as he put the jacket back on. “Okay, now can we–” Ilya is cut off again.

“Zip it.” Shane says with an almost sly smile.

Ilya complies immediately. “Happy?”

“Yes.” Shane replies and begins to walk past Ilya, shoulders brushing as he goes by. Ilya shivers at the slight contact through multiple layers. He wanted the layers gone.

With a deep breath he turns around to find Shane a few feet ahead of him. Ilya takes two long strides to catch up to him, “Wanna know where we’re going?”

“There is only one restaurant on campus that isn’t the dining hall Ilya.”

“Hollander you are no fun. You have ruined surprise.”

Shane laughs, and for the second time that day he is absolutely dumbfounded at the beauty this man possesses. Ilya can’t help the words that fall from his lips, “Ты такая красивая.”

“What does that mean?” Shane asks, big eyes looking up at Ilya.

“It means ‘You are so beautiful’.”

“Oh.” Once again he is greeted by the familiar pink tint crawling across Shane’s face. “Thank you.”

Although Ilya gets the impression that Shane doesn’t fully understand how much he means it.

“Is true.” Ilya says, and then quieter, “Stunning.”

Shane doesn’t hear him though, because Ilya is opening the door of the diner for him, ushering him out of the cold with a hand on the small of his back.

They take off their jackets, settle into a booth, and order their food.

“A salad? From a diner?” Ilya asks as their waiter takes the menus and walks back to the kitchen.

“Oh yeah.” Shane says, taking a sip of his ginger ale, “I’m on this kinda diet thing.”

“Ah I see. Makes sense. You have nice body, Hollander.” Ilya says as nonchalantly as he possibly can. Shane blushes and looks down at his drink.

“I have question for you.” Ilya says.

“Yes?”

“This morning, when we run into each other," Ilya says, “you are in my building. So I am thinking you live there too.”

“Oh right um, well I was working on a project for one of my classes and my partner lives there. In your building. But like right when I got there he texted me saying he got too drunk last night or something and he was too hungover to work on it.” Shane says with a roll of his eyes, “which like, whatever, I guess, but its due on Monday and–”

Shane stops himself and looks up at Ilya meekly, “Sorry um I’m rambling aren’t I?”

“Yes. Is okay though. Is cute.” Ilya, loving this, and feeling a sense of relief, prompts him to continue, “So he very rudely makes you leave..”

“Well then my day was freed up and I thought maybe I could text you or something. But then I– y’know, ran into you.” Shane finishes. “Which again I'm really sorry about by the way.”

“Hollander, is fine, I am strong boy.” Ilya says as he winks at him and takes a drink of his Coke. After a few beats of silence Ilya asks another question that has been nagging at his brain.

“So you know Pike?”

“Hayden? Yeah! We kinda like, grew up together, he lived a few houses down from me. We actually met at a hockey camp.” Shane said.

“Hockey? You played hockey?”

“Yes.” Shane says with a laugh. “I was actually pretty good. But one summer in high school my mom took me with her to Japan to visit family. Everything there was so beautiful, nothing like Canada. I fell in love with Japanese architecture and ever since I knew that's what I wanted to do. Architecture.” Shane explains with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face. Ilya could listen to him talk for hours.

“Yes, I'm sure you were much better than Pike.” Ilya says with a roll of his eyes. “Is your mom from there? Japan?”

“Yes. I've only ever been one time though. I would love to go back.” Shane says, a longing expression on his face. “Anyway what’s your majo–”

Shane is interrupted by the waiter placing their food on the table.

“Finance.” Ilya says as he stuffs a bite of his cheeseburger into his mouth, “My major.” He adds, mouth full.

For the next three hours Ilya and Shane sit in the corner booth of the empty diner, just talking. Shane tells Ilya about his parents, and eventually opens up to him about being diagnosed with autism when he was 14. He tells Ilya of his struggles, little things that seem to bother no one else, but send Shane’s skin crawling.

Normally he would never talk about these things with other people. But with Ilya he felt safe. And Ilya listens. He really, really listens. He asks questions, he hangs on to every one of Shane’s words. And when Shane is done telling Ilya about his life, he does the same for him.

Ilya tells Shane about Russia. About his father and his brother. About how coming to Canada was hard, but so, so worth it. He briefly mentions his mother, but when Ilya feels the emotions rising in his chest he quickly changes the subject. And Shane never prods and pokes for more information. He just lets Ilya talk, taking whatever the other man will give him.

There is a short lull in conversation, the first in three hours, and their waiter suddenly appears at their table, even though Ilya had paid forever ago.

“Hey guys, um, so we close at nine and it's uh–,” He stops to check his watch, “well it's 9:03 so..”

“Oh my god I'm so sorry! We totally lost track of time, we’ll go right now.” Shane says with a polite smile, standing to put his puffy jacket back on. “Sorry again.”

Leaving the diner, and heading back to Shane’s dorm, Ilya looks down at him as he begins to speak, “I can’t believe we were in there for three hours Ilya.” Shane says with a laugh.

“Yes. Time well spent, Hollander” Ilya replies with a smile. He really meant it. He thinks he could sit with Shane for another three hours and still not be bored. They continue their walk in silence and eventually reach Shane’s building.

Shane keys open the door and ushers Ilya inside.

“Sorry just... didn't want to stand in the cold.” Shane explains, a small smile decorating his gorgeous face.

“Yes. I had really good time, Hollander.”

Shane’s smile drops and his brows furrow slightly.

“Why do you call me that?” Shane inquires.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Why do you call me Hollander?” Shane asks again, his face has fallen slightly, he looks like a kicked puppy. Ilya hates it.

“Um. Is your name.” Ilya says, extremely confused.

“Yes but I call you Ilya.”

And at that Ilya is speechless. He didn’t think Shane would notice. Didn’t think he would notice Ilya only calling him by his last name. He wants Shane to notice how badly he wants to. “I like you too much from the start.” Ilya confesses quickly, “I am thinking if I say your name I won’t ever stop–”

Ilya is cut off by soft supple lips on his. In his surprise, Ilya doesn’t move, doesn’t kiss back. And the lips are gone much too soon.

“Sorry, I... um. Sor–”

Ilya interrupts his apology by gripping his waist, guiding him back until he is pressed between Ilya and the wall. “Shane.” He breathes, a desperation Ilya doesn’t think he’d ever heard come out of his mouth.

Ilya smashes their lips back together, desperate to taste him, to feel his warmth. He runs his tongue across Shane’s unnaturally soft bottom lip, requesting entrance. He is answered by Shane’s hands dragging up his arms, over his shoulder and up the back of his neck. He intertwines his finger into Ilya’s hair, tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. A groan falling from his lips at Shane’s boldness, Ilya tips Shane’s head back and deepens the kiss. Teeth and tongues clashing with pure need.

Ilya breaks apart from him for a breath of air, “Been thinking about this since I saw you yesterday.” Ilya says, breathless.

“Me too.” Shane looks up at him, affection in his eyes.

“Gorgeous.” Ilya murmurs as he grabs Shane’s chin and guides their lips back together. Ilya kisses him again, deeper, yet softer, he takes his time to worship Shane’s mouth, like he deserves. Gently, Ilya puts Shane’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucks, tugging it with him slightly then releasing it, pulling back to look into Shane’s eyes.

The whimper that falls upon Ilya’s ears goes straight to his dick. Feeling the other man’s bulge against his thigh, Ilya lets his lips trail across Shane’s jaw. He places a slow, tantalizing kiss to his neck.

“Ilya.” Shane whines his name and the sound that Ilya lets out is nearly animalistic as he starts to leave hot, wet, open mouthed kisses on Shane’s neck. He slots Shane’s leg in between his and grinds against him, making him moan into Ilya’s hair. Ilya wants to devour this man.

“Ты мне нужен.” I need you. Ilya murmurs as Shane gasps, fingers tightening and pulling on his hair.

“Ilya stop.” Shane chokes out.

He does so immediately, meeting Shane’s hazy stare with worry in his eyes. “You are okay? Was too much? I’m sorry. I–”

“No! I– I mean, no. That was... amazing Ilya, I just,” Shane sighs and Ilya lets out a breath of relief, “If we keep going I don't think I’ll be able to stop. But believe me I want to. And my roommate– we just can’t. Not tonight. I’m sorry.” Shane looks as though he expects Ilya to spit on him and walk away. So cute.

“Shane, моя любовь. Is fine. Totally fine, yes?” My love. He waits for Shane to nod. “Yes. Good. I will wait. I can wait. However long you want. Just want you to be comfortable, yes?” He presses a kiss to Shane’s forehead. Then he gives one last slow, teasing grind, “Just know I want you. Need you.”

Shane’s eyes close and he squirms against Ilya, “Ilyaaaa.” Shane half whines, half scolds.

“Okay, okay.” He says, an overly dramatic frown on his face. With considerable effort, he steps back.

Shane’s eyes are glazed over and he has a joyful, sloppy smile on his face, “I’ll text you in the morning?”

“Mm no. When you get to dorm. Must be sure you’re safe.”

“Okay.” Shane says with a laugh. He walks to the elevator, Ilya on his heels, and presses the button to call it down to the first floor. The elevator dings, its four floors away.

Shane turns to Ilya.

Three floors away.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening.” Shane says, still smiling up at Ilya.

Two floors.

“I’ll see you soon, Ilya.”

One floor.

Shane raises to his tippy toes and gives Ilya a peck on the lips.

The doors to the elevator open.

“Goodnight Ilya.” He says as he steps inside.

He presses his floor number. The doors slowly begin to close.

“Goodnight Shane.”

Chapter End Notes

your roommate... what? your roomate what shane?????? *winks*
#sorrynotsorry for edging you all, shane and ilya included.
is anyone hungry for protective, jealous ilya? #lmk

Chapter 3: Chapter Three

Chapter Summary

“Fuck Shane.” Ilya managed to groan out, “What— holy fuck.” His question was cut off by the sight of Shane dropping to his knees and nuzzling at Ilya’s jean-restricted cock. He began to place wet open-mouthed kisses to the bulge in Ilya’s pants, fingers fumbling for the zipper.

Pupils blown wide with lust, Ilya assisted him with the zipper. Both of their hands tugged the jeans and briefs down just enough for Ilya to be freed of them. Though he didn’t feel cold air for long as Shane’s hands wrapped around the base of him. The warmth of Shane’s mouth fills his senses as he swirls his tongue around the head, sucking lightly.

“So pretty on your knees for me.”

Chapter Notes

um. hi. so i may or may not have gotten wayyyyy to carried away with this one... meaning there must be a 4th chapter. IM SORRY OKAY. dont hate me :))))))))))))
also i dont really know how i feel about this chap but here we are. and since this is my first fic its also my first time writing smut so hopefully it isn't terrible. its literally so self indulgent like
pls lmk what you think!!
also THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for the support and kudos and comments i read every single one and i love you all and want to kiss you
as always if you notice a mistake no you literally didn’t
enjoy<333 love ya

For the next three weeks, Ilya basically followed Shane around like a puppy. He walked Shane to and from all of his classes when he could, they ate at least one meal together everyday. By the second week, the two had fallen into a morning routine of sorts.

Ilya would wake up at 7:45AM, the earliest he thinks he’s ever gotten up in his life, not to mention his earliest class was at 10. He’d roll out of bed, put his jacket on so as to not get scolded so early in the morning, walk to Shane’s building, kiss him good morning and escort the beautiful man to his 8AM.

The first time Shane got off the elevator and saw Ilya outside leaning on the wall of the building, eyes closed, he nearly took the man’s hands, led him back to his room and tucked him into his own bed. Instead he opened the door and watched fondly as Ilya’s eyes snapped open, back going rigid.

“Ilya, I told you last night I don’t want you waking up this early just to walk me to–”

“Must take pretty boy to class.” Ilya said, incredibly serious, only the words were heavily accented, slurred in his sleepy state.

And who was Shane to argue with that?

“Okay.” He said smiling and taking Ilya’s hand, intertwining their fingers. The much taller man took this as an invitation to envelop him into a tight hug, resting his body weight on Shane, burrowing his face in the crook of his neck. Shane’s arms immediately wrapped around him, Ilya took a deep breath in, needing Shane to fill his senses.

“Missed you.” Ilya breathed out against Shane’s neck.

Shane laughed softly, shaking his head, “You saw me like 10 hours ago.”

“Yes. Much too long.” Ilya said decisively.

“Come on, I’m going to be late.”

“Mmmm” Ilya whined out, voice low and husky with sleep. He picked up his head from Shane’s neck and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips. Ilya grabbed Shane’s hand again and placed it in his as they began to walk in comfortable silence. Once Shane was safely deposited in his class, Ilya promptly took himself back to his dorm. Sleep overcoming him the moment he fell onto the mattress.

Much to Ilya’s dismay, it was a difficult task to see Shane during the day, the man was in so many classes Ilya had no idea how he kept them straight, let alone did all the work required for them.

Usually around 4PM, Ilya was able to lay his eyes upon Shane again. He would be tucked away in the corner of the library, at his favorite table next to the huge window that overlooked the main courtyard of campus. Ilya had become a frequenter of said library. Once he figured out that Shane spent a majority of his evenings there, Ilya decided he also had work to do there.

His work consisted of admiring Shane. Ilya would watch as Shane read his textbook, the way his right eyebrow would furrow only slightly when he read something that confused him, which wasn’t often. Or the way Shane’s middle and pointer fingers would begin to tap on the table when he was deep in thought. Or when Shane would write something down then erase it quickly, repeat the process two more times, then sit back in his chair with a slight huff. His face scrunched up in frustration. Then Ilya would say something along the lines of,

“Котенок, maybe we take break? Get some food.” Kitten. “Or I can take you to quiet corner of library and help you relax.” He’d say with a wink.

And Shane, trying to hide the rosy tint on his cheeks, would give Ilya a cute attempt at a glare. Though he usually ended up conceding to Ilya’s first option. They would go to the dining hall, hand in hand, Shane would get his boring salad.

“Маленький кролик.”

“What’s that one?” Shane looked up to Ilya with an adorable, curious look on his face. God he is so perfect.

“Little rabbit.” Ilya said as they sat their trays down on the table and took their seats. “Because you eat like rabbit.”

“I like that one.” Shane says as he takes a bite.

“Yes. I like you.”

A wide smile spread over Shane’s beautiful face, Ilya always wanted to be the reason he smiles with so much joy.

“I like you too.” Shane said, a light pink spreading across his nose and cheeks.

On the Monday of the third week of their.. situation; Ilya strolls into the library, he rounds the librarian's desk and his eyes immediately go to where he knew Shane would be. At his favorite table. Their favorite table.

Ilya stops in his tracks at the sight in front of him.

Sitting at the table is Shane Hollander, textbook and computer open. Wearing glasses. Shane had glasses on.

Since when did he wear glasses? And why on god's green earth did Ilya not know about this until now?

He didn’t think the man could be anymore stunning and yet here he was, standing in the middle of the library practically gawking at him. He wanted to drag Shane out of here, into the nearest bathroom and suck his dick so hard that Shane’s complaints of a dirty environment would be long forgotten. He needed Shane now.

Now, when there was another man sitting at the table with his Shane.

The other man had hair just slightly darker than Ilya’s, it was short like Shane’s. ‘Greasy.’ Ilya thought.

Which was silly because his hair was far from greasy. It looked good. Annoyingly good. And he had a stupid fucking dopey smile on his face as he looked at Shane. Ilya’s Shane.

Which was also silly because it’s not like they were boyfriends. They hadn’t exactly had that conversation yet. Obviously, there were feelings, Shane and Ilya liked each other, and they knew that. They just hadn’t exactly told each other quite how much.

They also hadn’t had sex yet. Which Ilya was fine with, he’d meant what he told Shane on their first date, that he’d wait, for however long Shane wanted. Ilya knew Shane had never done it with a man before, at first he’d been nervous. He was so eager to please Ilya that the lack of experience, as well as Ilya’s endurance, had flown out the window.

The next time, Shane worked Ilya, all of him, to the back of his throat, nose brushing Ilya’s lower abdomen.

Needless to say he’d come the second Shane’s eyes, swimming with tears, looked up to meet his own.

Then Shane was needy and oh did Ilya love it.

Just yesterday, he had showed up at Ilya's dorm. Ilya, worried at the somewhat crazed look in Shane’s eyes, dragged him inside and shut the door. Before he could utter a word Shane’s mouth was on his. Wild and hot and hungry. Ilya met his ferocity immediately, groaning into the lips that were now sucking on his tongue. Shane’s lips trailed to Ilya’s jaw, then his neck, kissing any skin he possibly could.

“Fuck Shane.” Ilya managed to groan out, “What— holy fuck.” His question was cut off by the sight of Shane dropping to his knees and nuzzling at Ilya’s jean-restricted cock. He began to place wet open-mouthed kisses to the bulge in Ilya’s pants, fingers fumbling for the zipper.

Pupils blown wide with lust, Ilya assisted him with the zipper. Both of their hands tugged the jeans and briefs down just enough for Ilya to be freed of them. Though he didn’t feel cold air for long as Shane’s hands wrapped around the base of him. The warmth of Shane’s mouth fills his senses as he swirls his tongue around the head, sucking lightly.

“So pretty on your knees for me.”

Shane just hums around him and works him deeper, the vibration making his cock twitch in Shane’s mouth, until his eyes are brimming with tears and Ilya is hitting the back of his throat. He bucks forward slightly, restraining himself from thrusting into Shane’s mouth.

He pulls off just enough to choke the words out, “Want it. Please.”

Ilya’s eyes go dark and lidded, his composure slipping very quickly. His left hand goes to Shane’s hair, grasping roughly, while his right falls to the side of Shane’s face. Thumb caressing the freckles on his cheeks as his other fingers grip his jaw. “You sure?” He manages.

Shane whines around him, nodding and urging Ilya’s hands to guide his movements.

“Yeah? So fucking, oh my god, so fucking desperate for me.” Ilya grinds out, thrusting slowly into Shane’s mouth, “Want me to fuck your throat?” He croons.

Shane hums an affirmative response, closing his eyes and attempting to bob his head around Ilya. Though the grip he has on Shane’s face tightens slightly, signaling him not to move.

“Tap my thigh if is too much. I will stop.”

Shane nods again, “C’mon.” He slurs out around Ilya.

And the other man’s resolve cracks. He begins to wildly fuck his throat, the tears in Shane’s eyes and the whimpers from his throat only urging him on.

“Fuck. So good. Taking me so well Shane.”

Ilya presses his thumb to the hollow of Shane’s cheek, feeling himself slide in and out. The feeling on his finger sends a fresh wave of need rolling throughout his body. The coil of release in his stomach tightening blissfully.

“Should keep you just like this. On your knees for me.” Ilya punches the words out, his release imminent. “Bet you would like that да?”

The answer of Shane’s hips rutting against nothing but the fabric of his own sweatpants, has Ilya spilling down the back of his throat with a loud groan. Shane swallows as much as he can, though as Ilya pulls out a single drop drips from his lips. Only to be caught by Ilya’s thumb. Shane eagerly takes it into his mouth, sucking him clean.

“Красивый мальчик, so perfect for me.” Beautiful boy.

Shane blushes as Ilya pulls him to his feet, placing a searing kiss onto his lips.

Ilya begins to feel a wetness on his thigh as they clash. He breaks apart from him and palms at Shane’s, now soft, dick through the wet spot in his pants.

“Oh?” Ilya hums as Shane flushes a deep crimson and buries his face in the crook of the taller man’s neck. He mumbles something that Ilya can’t quite make out. “Hm?”

“I just like having your dick in my mouth.” Shane says, the sweet tone contradicting the vulgar words.

Ilya’s only response is a growl as he grips Shane’s waist possessively, and walks him backward. Practically tackling him onto the bed, Ilya begins to attack Shane’s neck with his mouth. The answering giggles sent him into a near frenzy, he places adoring kisses all over Shane’s body. Then flips them so that Shane is lying on his chest, fingers tracing softly along the lines of Ilya’s abs. They fell asleep like that, Ilya’s hands playing softly in Shane’s hair.

When Shane woke with the evening light streaming onto his gorgeous face, Ilya couldn’t help but stare. The small, sleepy smile on his face only confirmed what he’d known all along.

Ilya wanted to wake up next to, or preferably under, Shane Hollander, for as long as the man would let him.

So when Ilya hears a similar giggle slip past Shane’s lips, not directed at him, but this other man with annoyingly good hair, sitting with Shane at their table, a burning hot jealousy roars in his chest. Logically, Ilya knows Shane isn’t his. But that certainly doesn’t stop the need Ilya feels vibrating under his skin. To make Shane his.

Ilya realizes he’s just standing in the middle of the library, staring at Shane. He is a good 20 feet away, so the two men don’t notice his presence. Should he leave? Let them continue whatever conversation must be so interesting? Ilya’s feet are still planted, though he shifts slightly, wrenching his eyes from Shane and over to the door. When he turns back, he finds Shane looking at him, brows slightly furrowed. And when their eyes meet from across the room, Shane’s face splits into a giant, radiant grin.

Ilya can’t help but smile back at him, completely enamored. Some of the rising panic in his chest soothed at the gorgeous face looking towards him.

The other man seems to notice Shane’s sudden disinterest in his presence, he follows Shane’s eyes to where Ilya is now walking to the table.

“Ilya!” Shane beamed at him as he sat in the chair next to Shane, opposite the mystery man. “I was wondering when you’d be here.”

Shane’s admission, whether he knows it or not, helps to put out the fire of jealousy Ilya still feels flaming in his chest. Good. Shane should always be thinking of him. Especially when talking to another man. Except Ilya doesn’t want Shane talking to other men, they’d be too charmed by him.

“Да.” Yes. “I am here now, маленькое солнце.” Little sun. Ilya said as he gave Shane a small peck on the cheek. His face goes rosy as he grabs Ilya's hand under the table.

The mystery man clears his throat, as to alert the pair to his presence. Ilya almost rolls his eyes.

“Oh right! Sorry–” Shane looks from Ilya to the man, “Jacob this is Ilya, Ilya this is Jacob. Um. My roommate.”

‘Jacob’ Ilya thinks. Stupid name.

“Hey man, good to meet you.” Jacob says, holding his hand out for Ilya to shake.

After a moment of silence, and a slight nudge from Shane, Ilya wills his glare into a neutral stare and reluctantly shakes the man’s hand. “Yes. You too.”

“Well I should go I’m gonna be late for class” Jacob’s voice rings out again. “Nice meeting you Ilya– and uh Shane I’ll see you later. Bye.” He says with a grin pointedly only directed at Shane. He stands from the chair and grabs his bag, the back of his hand brushing Shane’s shoulder as he does so.

“See ya Jacob.” Shane says, not even noticing the slight contact from the other man. Ilya on the other hand is glaring at the spot on Shane’s, clothed, shoulder. Maybe he can sear the touch from Shane’s shirt with his eyes if he just focuses hard enough.

“Um Ilya?” Unsuccessful in his attempts, Ilya brings his eyes to Shane’s. He again notices Shane’s glasses, resting adorably on his perfect nose. “Ilya, are you okay?”

“Yes. Fine. Good. How are you, драгоценный?” Precious. “Since when do you wear glasses?”

“Oh. Um. I'm good. And well they are just for reading, they kinda make me look nerdy so I don’t usually wear them.” Shane says as he goes to remove them.

“No. Keep them on.” Ilya says seriously. “You look good. Stunning.” The blush that crawls onto Shane’s face, mixed with his freckles and newly discovered glasses, is all too much. Ilya’s brain is short circuiting. He wanted nothing more than Shane to be his, and for Shane to be made completely aware of just how much Ilya wanted him. It was consuming him. Eating him alive from the inside out.

“So Jacob is your roommate?”

“Oh yeah.” Shane puts his pen down and turns his body towards Ilya. “Okay so this is actually a funny story.” Shane started, and Ilya had a feeling that he wouldn’t particularly find this story very humorous at all.

“Okay so you know how whenever we hangout I always come to your place?” Ilya nods and Shane continues, “and at first I said it was because my roommate was always in our dorm.. but that isn’t exactly true..” Shane looked nervous to get the words out. Ilya’s heart rate began to speed up. His brain filled with all the worst case scenarios.

“Um, okay..?” Ilya prompted him to continue.

“And I didn't tell you this part because I thought maybe you would get mad... but for the last like two and a half months I thought he was.. homophobic.” Shane grimaces at the word. “And he knows I’m gay because one time I was talking to Rose on the phone, on speaker, and she mentioned something about setting me up with this guy she knew and he gave me a weird look. So from then on I just kinda ignored him. I just.. I couldn’t exactly say like ‘hey can you leave so I can have a guy over’. Because, y’know, I thought he would like, punch me or something.”

Shane lets out the breath he’d been holding in, finally being able to tell Ilya about his roommate was such a relief. “Sorry I’m rambling but anyway here's the funny part: Jacob’s gay! He saw me sitting here and he came up and asked why I’d been avoiding him. And so I told him what I just told you and then he came out to me!”

Ilya took a few moments to translate everything Shane had just told him. His mind focuses on one thing: beautiful, charming, exclusively likes men, Shane Hollander, has a gay roommate. The jealousy in his chest flares back to life.

“I am not seeing how this is funny.”

“Well maybe it’s not funny really, but just, I don’t know, a weird coincidence.” Shane huffs out. “But I am sorry for lying to you. I should’ve told you, you know about thinking I have a homophobic roommate. I just didn’t want you to like, beat him up or something. I’m sorry. Are you mad?”

Ilya doesn’t think he could ever be mad at Shane. He is admittedly a little bit upset that Shane kept it from him. Although he was right. Ilya would have beaten Jacob. Would beat up anyone who even glances in Shane’s direction in the wrong way.

“No. No, is okay, I understand. But I want you to tell me things. Don’t hide from me. Tell me everything, yes?”

“Yes. I will. Speaking of, Jacob’s boyfriend does theatre with Rose, he invited me to some big party they’re having after opening night of the show on Friday. I told him about us, well that we are um.. involved? Anyway I asked if I could bring you and he said of course.” Shane gives Ilya a shy smile, “I know you have a game Friday evening, but I thought maybe we could go after? Together? If you want.”

Relief floods through Ilya’s veins at the sound of the words, ‘Jacob’s boyfriend’. Then Ilya’s brain catches up to the rest of what Shane had said.

Shane told Jacob about him, about being ‘involved’ with Ilya. Shane asked if he could bring Ilya. Shane asked Ilya to go to a party together. Together.

Ilya wanted everything they did to be together.

The fire he had felt earlier was long gone. Now replaced by something tender. Something Ilya couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Ilya pulls Shane into a soft, sweet kiss, “Of course, моя любовь.” My love. “Of course I will go with you.”

Shane beams at Ilya once again and turns back to his textbook.

As Shane worked, Ilya just stared at him. Usually he at least took out his computer or notebook and pretended to be busy. But today his mind was racing. And all of the thoughts were of Shane, how badly Ilya wanted him, in a sexual way yes, but Ilya wanted everything. To be boyfriends. To wake up next to him everyday. Which was hard when they only had twin beds.

Not to mention on their second date when Shane told Ilya about his routines. How part of his being autistic dealt around needing structure. Shane told Ilya that he wanted to spend time with him. But he had never dated anyone before. Had never shown all of himself to someone. He told Ilya that he was very particular, he liked things a certain way. Liked his mornings a certain way. And afternoons. Oh and evenings.

Shane would just need some time to incorporate Ilya into his routines. The whole time Shane talked he fidgeted, he stumbled over his words, and he was pretty sure he hadn’t met Ilya’s eyes once.

But Ilya just listened and waited patiently as Shane did so. Smiled when he was done and said simply, “Okay. Take your time. I will be here.” He took a bite of his burger and that was that.

So, sitting here looking at this beautiful man, Ilya realizes he would do anything, wait months and years for Shane if he had to. Ilya might be in love with him and it might be much too early to say that but it wasn’t too early to say this,

“Be mine.”

“What?” Shane said, looking up to Ilya.

“I want you to be mine. To be my boyfriend.”

“Ilya–”

“I want to wake up next to you. Want to see you in my jersey. At my games. I want–”

“Ilya stop.”

Ilya's heart sinks to his toes. Shane was going to reject him. Was he too late? Was he too eager? Did Shane not feel what he felt?

He is pulled from his thoughts by Shane dragging his chair closer to Ilya’s. Their knees touching, Shane grabs Ilya’s hands and pulls them into his lap.

“Ilya, fuck, I like you so much. More than I’ve ever liked anyone. I want all of those things too. You just- you can’t ask me that. Not today. Not now, because I can't sleep in your bed tonight. Because my stupid brain won’t let me break my stupid routine before my stupid class–”

“Shane–”

“I’m not saying no. Please, please don't think I’m saying no.” Shane pauses briefly to take a quick breath. “Friday. Ask me again on Friday. So that I can say yes and sleep next to you, wake up next to you. So you can take me home and I can finally feel you inside me.”

“Fuck Shane.” Was all Ilya could say as he grabbed his face and kissed him. Kissed him like he was desperate and starved because he was.

Pulling away, only to settle the anxiety he was feeling, "I'm sorry. You’re not mad are you?” Shane questions nervously.

Ilya just smiles knowingly at him, “No Shane. Not mad, don’t think I ever could be. Not at you.” To settle his own anxiety, Ilya asks, “You will say yes? When I ask again on Friday?”

“Yes. Ilya, oh my god yes. You could ask me in ten years and I’m pretty sure I would still say yes.”

“Hm. Is not realistic. I could not wait that long to have you. Three days I think I can manage.”

“Okay.” Shane says with a small laugh. “Good. I guess me too.” Shane sighs dramatically.

“Was your idea Hollander.”

“Fuck you Rozanov.”

“Yes. Soon.” Ilya says, smirking.

Shane flushes and slides his textbook to where he is now sitting at the table. “Friday?” Shane looks up to Ilya with his bright, beautiful eyes.

“Friday.” Ilya confirms, grinning widely at the stunning man he felt so lucky to be sitting next to.

A plan begins to take shape in Ilya’s mind.

Friday.

Chapter End Notes

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edit: okay im sorry the last chapter is going to be so long and ive been so busy with school!
plus my dad was in the hospital :/
however all is well and last chapter will be up hopefully tonight maybe tomorrow <333

Chapter 4: Chapter Four

Chapter Summary

Shane nods and Ilya gives him a quick peck, showering quickly. Emerging from the tiny space holding a towel around his waist, Ilya isn’t exactly sure what he thought he would find. However it certainly wasn’t this.

He opens the small door to find his room completely clean. His dirty launder is in the hamper and not strewn about on the floor. All of the trash is in the trashcan in the corner of the room. His desk had been tidied, along with the nightstand Shane is currently fixing.

“Love what you have done with the place.” Ilya’s voice rings out from behind him and Shane nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Holy fuck Ilya you scared the shit out of me!” Shane says. As he turns to face Ilya, his mouth drops slightly, eyes roaming over the dripping body in front of him, “Oh.”

Ilya’s teasing smile turns predatory, he wants to devour Shane. And he is currently getting the impression that Shane would like to do the same to him. “Later, моя любовь.” My love.

Chapter Notes

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Ilya had gotten much better at waking up to walk Shane to his class, he was nowhere near as groggy. He even usually went right to the gym after dropping Shane off, opting not to go back to sleep before his own first class.

He had also started actually doing schoolwork during his evenings in the library with Shane. Although it took Shane nearly two weeks of nagging, he was incredibly pleased the first time Ilya sat down at their table and, reluctantly, started typing away on his computer.

Ilya on the other hand found it somewhat appalling. He was studying. In the library. What had he been reduced to?

‘Someone in love.’ Ilya’s mind, unhelpfully, supplied. He merely shook his head and returned his attention to his paper.

The two of them were like schoolgirls with a crush leading up to Friday. The anticipation had been killing them both, they’d been giddy the past three days.

On Thursday, walking back to his dorm after practice, Ilya felt his body aching. Not from the physical exertion, but instead from the need to be with Shane. He hadn’t seen him since walking Shane to his class that morning. He longed to be near him, to touch him, kiss him.

Practically a millisecond after Ilya shuts the door of his room, his phone rings.

Shane is facetiming him.

He interrupts the very first ring by pressing the green accept button. Shane’s face fills his phone screen, glasses on and shirtless. The sight goes straight to Ilya’s cock.

“Hi!” Shane says brightly. “Did I get the timing right? Did you just get back from practice?” Shane’s soft voice fills his ears and his body reacts like it’s a fucking drug.

“Yes моя любовь.” My love. “Always right on time.” Ilya says, incredibly fond.

They talk about their days until Shane falls asleep. And Ilya can’t help but stare at his soft, sleeping form for just a few moments. He looks beautiful like this. Eyelashes grazing his cheeks. The galaxy of freckles that Ilya could draw constellations in, beautifully accentuated by the moonlight streaming into his dorm room. Ilya tries his best to burn the image into his eyes, so when he closes them he can still have the pleasure of seeing Shane. He ends the call, slowly drifting into a blissful sleep.

The Friday exactly three weeks after Ilya met Shane, he woke with a warm feeling in his chest. His bed was cold, but that would be remedied tonight. The want he felt for Shane thrumming familiarly under his skin, Ilya practically jumped out of bed at the thought of what the day would bring.

Ilya put on his workout clothes and brushed his teeth, he had quickly learned the hard way that Shane would refuse to kiss him in the morning without him doing so. Shrugging on his jacket, he grabs his phone to text Shane and tell him he was leaving.

The moment Ilya opens the door he sees him.

Shane is sitting against the wall right to the left of Ilya’s door, his legs are bent, right arm tucked into his chest, the left resting across his knees, creating a pillow for his head.

Alarm floods through Ilya at the sight of Shane curled up outside of his door, sleeping. He immediately crouches down to his knees. Tentatively, Ilya places his hand on Shane’s shoulder.

“Shane.” He whispers as softly as he can.

Shane’s head snaps up, almost knocking against the wall, he flinches at the contact to his shoulder and Ilya snatches his hand away. Shane’s eyes roam wildly for a moment before they land on Ilya’s, the worry and fear on his face unwavering. Ilya notices the dark circles around his eyes, how they are red and puffy with dried tears. That, mixed with the panicked look on Shane’s face, makes Ilya’s heart break.

“Ilya.” Shane breathes his name, distress abiding at the safe image of the man in front of him. “I’m sorry, I–”

“No. Shhh. Come. Stand.” Ilya rises, along with the overwhelming need to get Shane out of this hallway and safely into his room. Now. Grabbing Shane’s backpack and putting it on, he holds his hand out for Shane and guides him into his room, to safety. Ilya has no idea what’s going on, why Shane is here, or what’s happened to him.

All he knows is the frightened look on Shane’s face is something he never wants to see again.

And that if someone hurt him, Ilya will find them.

Shane walks through the door and just stops, head down and shoulders sagging. At his tense stance and silence, the unease Ilya feels intensifies. He drops the unusually light backpack by the door and moves around Shane so he is standing in front of him.

“Shane.” Ilya says simply, aching to reach for him, though he doesn’t know if he should or not.

Shane’s head rises. Eyes, brimming with tears, look up to meet Ilya’s. A silent sob leaves his throat as he throws himself around Ilya, burying his face in the blond man’s neck. Ilya’s arms instinctively wrap around him, hugging him tight. He guides them back so they are sitting on his bed. Ilya holds him firmly, safely, and lets Shane cry into his chest.

The need to know what happened to his Shane courses through Ilya so strongly, that he has to bite his tongue to stop from asking. But Ilya knows, or at least thinks, this is what Shane needs right now. So instead he just talks to him, soothes him, hands running slowly up and down his back.

“Мой красивый мальчик.” My beautiful boy. “Is okay, you are okay. I am here. You are safe. Моё солнышко.” My sunshine. “I got you now.” Ilya repeats the words until Shane’s sobs are soft sniffles.

“Ilya.” Shane gasps out, voice muffled by Ilya’s t-shirt. “I– I’m sorry. I–”

“Shane. Stop. You are okay. Breathe with me.” Ilya cuts him off. He takes Shane’s available left hand and places it on his chest, so he can follow his breaths. “In.”

Ilya takes a slow, deep breath in, feeling Shane attempt to do the same. He holds it for a moment, “Out.”

He continues to follow Ilya’s instructions as they breathe together, Shane’s becoming slow and calm. He suddenly notices the wetness of Ilya’s shirt on his face, the feeling of it under his cheek grounding him. Ilya’s strong, warm body under his, brings Shane a sense of safety.

Shane thinks he could stay here, wrapped up in Ilya, for a long, long time.

A few minutes pass as Ilya holds him, rocking them back and forth just slightly. Eventually, Shane brings his head up from Ilya’s neck, eyes peering down to where his fingers now played with the hemline of Ilya’s shirt. Shane knew he had to tell Ilya what was going on, he just didn't really want to.

Ilya brings his fingers up to Shane’s chin, with the ghost of a touch, he tilts Shane’s head up so he can see his face. He hates how devastatingly beautiful he looks, how sad. Shane finally brings his gaze to meet Ilya’s, a small sad smile blooms on his perfect lips. Ilya hates how it doesn't reach his eyes.

“Shane.” Ilya practically begs. Begs to know what has happened to him. How he can help. A sliver of information, a peak into his mind.

Feeling himself gain some composure, Shane sits up straight, determined to get the words out. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. And again. Then one more time. He stops trying.

“I will help, yes?” Ilya asks and Shane nods, “Why did you not tell me you were here?” Ilya prompts.

“I– I couldn’t. um. My phone fell, under my bed, way in the corner. I couldn’t reach it. I had to leave. I–” Shane cuts himself off as he begins to panic again.

“Breathe, remember to breathe, котенок.” Kitten. Ilya says with as much calm as he can muster. Then, “Leave where? Your dorm?”

Shane nods. Ilya can see him thinking, the gears in his head turning. He watches Shane’s eyes close and open again, more clear.

“Okay, so um. Last night. I fell asleep talking to you. and I called you because Jacob was with his– with Elijah, his boyfriend. So I had the room to myself and I just wanted to see your face. Just wanted to talk to you.” Shane takes a quick breath in before continuing.

“So anyway I fell asleep and maybe like an hour later Jacob got back to our room. He had accidentally slammed the door and woke me up. He was upset. He told me he and his boyfriend had just broken up, well more so that he broke up with Elijah. And Elijah didn’t take it well. Like at all.” Shane says, glancing down to his right hand.

Ilya follows his gaze, he takes note of the pushed up sleeve on his left arm, and how his right sleeve is stretched all the way down. Covering his arm and hand completely.

Something distant, from the back of Ilya’s mind, starts screaming at him. From Shane’s demeanor, Ilya can tell he is hiding something. He begins to suspect that Shane is hiding something on him.

“Shane.”

“I’m getting there. Ok so I went back to sleep and then like, another hour later.. um. I woke up to... like... banging. On our door. Someone banging on our door. It all happened so fast Ilya I–”

“Shane. In. Out. Go slow.” Shane follows his directions as Ilya calms him down once again. Ilya on the other hand is steadily growing, well, very un-steady. He can feel the anger begin to simmer in his abdomen.

“Okay. I'm okay.” Shane breathes out. “Um. So I woke up to y’know the banging on the door. And Jacob like knew who it was going to be so he opened the door and Elijah just like– bursts into the room. And he was drunk. Like the drunkest I've ever seen anyone. Then they just start fighting. And I tried to grab my phone, but I was tired and I just knocked it right off my bed. And Elijah was yelling so I just tried to leave and–” Shane chokes out a sob, cutting off his sentence.

At the sound, Ilya moves impossibly closer to him. He grabs Shane’s hands to intertwine their fingers.

Instead, Shane yanks his hands back, a pained expression materializing on his face.

Ilya knows immediately.

“Show me.” Ilya says, voice firm. “Now.”

Slowly, and not meeting Ilya’s stare, Shane pulls the right sleeve of his shirt up, just slightly, so his wrist is visible.

There, Ilya sees purple and blue mixing on his skin. Looking closer, Ilya suddenly realizes what the marks on Shane’s wrist are from. A hand. From a hand gripping his wrist. Hard.

Ilya begins to see red. The anger in his stomach now a wild, blazing rage that sears every inch of his body from head to toe. He feels like a wild animal.

“Who did this?” Ilya basically seethes through clenched teeth. “How did it happen?”

“I went to open the door and Elijah grabbed my wrist to try and stop me or something. I guess I made a noise or looked like I was in pain because Jacob just punched him. It was crazy. And then we called campus security and whatever it’s all figured out but I didn't want to go back and stay. At my dorm. So I put some clothes in my bag and I was rushing and I forgot my phone and–” Shane brings his eyes to Ilya’s, “–and could I... uh.. stay here this weekend? Only if I won’t bother you of course. I just don’t, um, don’t want to stay there right now.”

Ilya blinks at him for a moment, brain processing all Shane has just said. Anger and relief coursing through him simultaneously. Ilya wants to hug him and kiss him and tell him he can stay here safely with Ilya for however long he wants. In fact Ilya would prefer it that way.

Shane had packed a bag.

Ilya really did love him.

He also fucking hates Elijah. Stupid fucking name. He wants to find him and break every bone in the arm he had the audacity to touch Shane with.

“It’s really okay if you don’t want me to.” Shane’s small voice brings Ilya from his thoughts, he realizes he hasn’t answered Shane’s question.

“No Shane... ебать” Fuck. “I mean yes. Да. Yes, of course mое сердце” My heart. “Of course you can stay. As long as you need.”

“Thank you.” Shane says as a single tear runs over his cheek. “I’m sorry about all of this. I wanted to come to you sooner. But I had to talk to campus security.”

“What will be done about this? Seriously Shane I will fucking find him.” Ilya says, anger rising at the thought of this man still being able to walk.

Shane just smiles at him. “I don’t know right now. Jacob was still there when I left but–”

Shane is cut off by a wide yawn breaking over his face, “But um, can you like... wait for that? Y’know beating his ass. I’m tired.”

The realization hits Ilya that Shane has barely slept all night. That his routines are all messed up.

Ilya scoots back to the headboard of his bed, sitting up against it, he carefully maneuvers Shane so his head is resting on Ilya’s chest. His fingers run through the soft, black strands of hair. Shane’s right hand rests on Ilya’s stomach, fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs. The sight of the deep purple on his skin sends Ilya reeling again.

“Fuck Shane. I’m so sorry this happened to you, моя любовь.” My love. He says as he presses his lips to the top of Shane’s head.

“It’s okay.”

“No. No. Is not okay.” Ilya brings his hand to the side of Shane’s face, guiding him to look up at Ilya. “Shane. Look at me.”

Resting his chin on Ilya’s pec, Shane’s eyes meet Ilya’s.

“Is never okay for someone to put their hands on you with no… what is word? Ah. With no consent. Never okay. Do you understand me?” Shane nods.

“Words, Shane. Tell me you understand.”

“Yes.” Then through another yawn, “I know. I understand.”

“Good.” Ilya’s eyes flick down to Shane’s lips. God he wants to kiss him so bad. To kiss him and tell him he is safe here, with Ilya. Always will be. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Ilya lifts his head and brings their lips together. The small, short kiss lights a new flame under Ilya’s skin. He wants this man in his bed forever. Though preferably not under these circumstances.

“Mmm. Sleepy.” Shane says, a small smile on his face as he lays his head back down.

“Yes. Rest now, mилая.” Darling.

Shane’s eyes close with Ilya’s fingers playing softly in his hair, as he falls into a peaceful sleep, Ilya does too.

The morning sun beaming through the small window in Ilya’s dorm rouses him from his sleep. He shifts slightly so the bulge in his shorts couldn’t be felt by the man laying on top of him. Unfortunately it causes Shane to stir. His body tightens its hold around Ilya’s, having the exact opposite effect of what Ilya was trying to do. He can now feel Shane’s own bulge against his thigh.

“Hello.” Shane says sleepily, head still lying on his chest, not seeming to make any effort to move.

“Hi. Feel any better?”

“Mm. Yes. Much.”

“Good.”

Shane shifts slightly again, hips grinding into Ilya’s in the process. Shane doesn’t seem to notice, Ilya on the other hand has to stifle a groan.

Shane feels Ilya tense for a second, then relax again at his movements. Mind clearing from its sleepy fog, Shane suddenly feels his cock straining against his sweatpants. As well as the equally hard cock digging into his hip bone. He makes a low sound in his throat and grinds against Ilya’s thigh.

“Shane.” The husky, low voice that speaks his name eggs him on. He repeats his movements, once, twice, until Ilya grabs his hips firmly, stopping him.

“Shane.” He says again. Ilya sits against the headboard once again, Shane follows, only instead of sitting next to him he straddles Ilya’s lap.

“Yes?” The dark haired man asks innocently, grinding on Ilya’s cock slightly once more.

“Fuck.” He says with a groan. He tightens his grip on Shane’s waist. “You will be death of me.”

He pulls Shane down and kisses him. Shane whines when he breaks it, lips chasing Ilya’s. One of Shane’s hands comes to the back of Ilya’s neck, the other goes to his hair. He catches his lips again and kisses him wildly. Tongues clashing as Shane whines into the kiss, hips still grinding slowly against Ilya. Shane felt needy. Like he was in heat.

“Shane. Enough. Let's eat. Shower. Before we get too carried away.” He thinks that if he lets Shane keep going, Ilya won’t be able to stop. Shane is vulnerable right now. And Ilya would rather stand in front of a moving train before hurting or taking advantage of Shane.

“Yes. Okay.” Shane says through a sigh, he sits up and climbs off Ilya’s lap, plopping down next to him on the bed. “I guess I should go back. To shower.”

“Is very good thing I have one, yes? You know. A shower.”

“Oh. Right. Well I just thought, um, I don’t... Uh. Yeah. Sorry. Yeah. I’ll just.. shower here.”

“Okay. Good.” Ilya says, smiling at the adorable man next to him, “I will first. Then when I go get some food for us you can shower, yes?”

Shane nods and Ilya gives him a quick peck, showering quickly. Emerging from the tiny space holding a towel around his waist, Ilya isn’t exactly sure what he thought he would find. However it certainly wasn’t this.

He opens the small door to find his room completely clean. His dirty launder is in the hamper and not strewn about on the floor. All of the trash is in the trashcan in the corner of the room. His desk had been tidied, along with the nightstand Shane is currently fixing.

“Love what you have done with the place.” Ilya’s voice rings out from behind him and Shane nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Holy fuck Ilya you scared the shit out of me!” Shane says. As he turns to face Ilya, his mouth drops slightly, eyes roaming over the dripping body in front of him, “Oh.”

Ilya’s teasing smile turns predatory, he wants to devour Shane. And he is currently getting the impression that Shane would like to do the same to him. “Later, моя любовь.” My love.

“Shower. I will go to dining hall.”

32 minutes, and three very slow walkers later, Ilya returns to his dorm, food in hand.

“Shane? I’m back.” Ilya says as he shuts the door with his foot. Ilya turns around to, what he thinks, is a fucking angel in his bed.

Shane Hollander is shirtless. Glasses on. Book in hand. Wrapped in Ilya’s blanket. On Ilya’s pillows. In Ilya’s bed.

Ilya practically throws the food on his desk as he takes a long stride to the edge of his bed. Which Shane is occupying like it’s his own. ‘It is.’ Ilya thinks. All of him, everything he is and everything he owns belongs to Shane.

Shane looks up to him, brows furrowed in confusion at Ilya just leering over him. Like a predator about to feed on its prey.

“Я тебя сегодня вечером так сильно трахну.” I am going to fuck you so hard later.

“What does that mean?” Shane asks, brows furrowing deeper. Adorable.

“I said your food is here darling.” Ilya says with a wide grin.

“Oh. Okay! Thank you. You really didn’t have to.”

“Yes, well I am gentleman. I am surprised you have not heard.”

“Yes. You are.” Shane says with a laugh.

They eat in a comfortable silence. Ilya, who finished his food about 15 minutes ago, is watching Shane poke around at the last few bites of food he had.

“I have to go, soon. To the rink. Or I can just tell them I am sick.” Ilya says with a dramatic, fake cough.

“You’re the captain Ilya.” Shane says, unimpressed.

“I have assistant captain.”

“Ilya.”

“Shane.” Ilya responds. Then, “You can stay here. As long as you want.”

“Okay.” Shane says, eyes averting Ilya’s. “Um I also, I'm sorry but, I don’t think I can go to the party later. Or–or your game. I'm so sorry. I just–”

“Thank God.” Ilya deadpans. “Sorry. I just. Well the one time you came to our game we lost. You are too pretty in stands. Distracting me. I just want to come home, after my game, to you.”

Shane laughs loudly. Ilya loves it. “Okay. I’d like that.”

“Good.”

They talk as Ilya gets ready to go to the rink. He is admittedly a bit apprehensive to leave Shane. He is worried about Shane of course, but it's mostly because of himself. He just wants to be near him, with him at all times. Ilya can still feel the anger about what had happened to Shane. Though he supposes he can let his frustration out on some poor player from the other team. Reluctantly, Ilya leaves his dorm, leaves Shane, to head to the rink. The game is a blur. Ilya didn’t play his best, but they managed a 2-1 win. He practically rips his jersey and pads off, and sprints out of the locker room, ignoring the weird looks he gets from his teammates. His hand is on the door when someone calls his name. He swears under his breath. Turning to see who could possibly need to talk to him right now, he sees a familiar face, though he can’t quite place it.

“Hey Ilya, we uh, met in the library earlier this week. Jacob.” He clarifies. “I figured Shane was with you, so um here's his phone.”

“Oh.” Ilya says, grabbing Shane’s phone from Jacob. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Is he okay?”

“Yes. I think so. Will be, at least.” Ilya gulps, “Are you? Okay, I mean.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine too. And just so you know Elijah is on like academic probation or whatever.” Jacob says as he rolls his eyes. “But he's transferring. So like, nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you Jacob. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah of course, tell Shane I said hi.”

“Yes. I should go. Goodbye.”

Jacob gives him a wave. Ilya tucks Shane’s phone into his pocket, he goes to the dining hall, assuming Shane hasn’t eaten and rushes back to his dorm.

He opens the door to complete darkness, though the window by the bed is still open, light streaming in to illuminate Shane’s sleeping form in his bed. Ilya wants to come home to this forever.

For the second time that day Ilya sets the food on his desk, turns on the lamp and goes to Shane. He gently places a hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly. “Shane. Wake up, малыш.” Baby.

Shane groans as he stirs slightly, head turning on the pillow to face Ilya. “Hi.”

Ilya smiles softly at him, “Hi Shane. I brought us dinner.”

This seems to interest Shane, he rubs his eyes and sits up. “How was your game?”

“Good. We won as usual. Oh and I saw Jacob. He brought me your phone. Says to tell you he says hi.” Ilya says as he hands Shane his phone.

“Oh. Well that’s nice. I’ll text him.”

“Yes. Come eat.” Ilya says, purposefully reaching for Shane’s left hand. They eat again in comfortable silence. As Shane once again begins to poke around at his food. Ilya feels like he might burst. He can’t wait a second longer.

“Shane.”

“Yes?” He says, looking up to Ilya with his beautiful brown eyes. At the seriousness of Ilya's face, Shane panics, “Are you okay?”

“More than okay.” Ilya takes a deep breath in, “Come.”

They sit again on Ilya’s bed, facing each other. Their hands intertwined between them.

“Shane. I had whole plan for today. To make it special for you. To show you how special you are to me.” Ilya begins, “I know you have had hard day. And night. And I’m sorry that fucking asshole touched you.”

“Ilya–”

“But I am so glad you are here. I want you to always be here. I am going nowhere. I want you to be mine Shane. Will you be mine?”

“I have been yours Ilya. I think from the moment I saw you. So yes. Yes of course.”

Ilya doesn’t have words for the perfect man in front of him, instead he just brings their lips together in a slow, tender kiss. Ilya leans back, resting against the headboard as Shane straddles his lap. The kiss deepens with their new position, Shane’s hands gripping Ilya’s hair. Ilya’s own hands grip Shane’s waist, he begins to guide Shane’s hips into slow, teasing grinds. Shane moans into Ilya’s mouth, both of their cocks already hard.

“Shane.” Ilya says as Shane’s lips move to his jaw, then his neck. “Are you sure? If we keep going, fuck, I won’t be able to stop.”

“Then don’t.” Shane says as he meets his eyes. “Please. I want this. I want you Ilya”

“Yes?” Ilya confirms.

“Yes.” Shane says, mouth going back to Ilya’s neck. Instead of Shane’s lips making contact with Ilya’s skin, his back hits the mattress, Ilya now kissing his way down Shane’s clothed chest. Shane moves to take his shirt off and Ilya does the same.

Ilya takes his time on Shane’s chest. Peppering kisses anywhere his lips meet skin, he lightly sucks on one of Shane’s nipples, relishing in the soft moan that comes from Shane. Ilya wants to know just how loud Shane can be. He does the same to his other pec then presses his tongue flat and drags it down Shane’s abs. His fingers go to the waistband of Shane shorts, tugging slightly as a question.

Shane nods and Ilya practically rips them off of him. He palms at Shane’s bulge through the thin material of his boxers. “Fuck Ilya. I need you.”

“Patience darling, you have me.” Ilya says as he sheds Shane of his boxers.

“Shit.” Shane hisses as Ilya swallows him all the way to the back of his throat. God how was Ilya so good at this? “Fuck Ilya. So good.”

Ilya makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat as he moves his mouth up and down Shane’s length, hand going to Shane’s balls. He feels Shane twitch in his mouth at the contact. Ilya’s pointer finger travels lower, circling Shane’s rim.

“Oh fuck.” Shane moans out loudly.

“Okay?” Ilya asks as he hollows his cheeks around Shane’s tip as his mouth slides off of him.

“Fuck yes. Amazing.” Shane gasps out as Ilya’s finger continues its slow circles.

Ilya reaches to his nightstand, grabbing lube and a condom. “You are sure?”

“Yes Ilya. Please.”

Ilya’s resolve begins to crack, he squeezes some lube onto his fingers and wraps them around Shane’s length once again. He drags a slicked finger down, and begins the same tortuous movements. Shane’s hips buck upwards, begging for more friction. Slowly, Ilya slides a finger into Shane.

“Fuck. Ilya oh my god.”

“Good yes?”

“Yes. So good. Want more.”

“Greedy.” Ilya teases as he slips a second finger inside. Scissoring his fingers slightly before hitting Shane’s prostate. He savors the moans coming from Shane, the way his face twists in pleasure. Ilya feels Shane clench around his fingers, with a groan, he adds a third finger.

“Opening so well for me, моя любовь.” My love.

“Holy shit Ilya. Feels so fucking good.” Shane gasps out. “Fuck. Ilya please fuck me.”

Ilya’s resolve cracks completely. He pulls his fingers out, and is met with Shane’s sweet whimper at the loss. He moves back up Shane’s chest and kisses him. Kisses him with all the words he can’t say quite yet. Pulling back he grabs the lube once again, putting on the condom, he slicks his cock. Ilya kisses Shane again.

“Please.” Shane begs.

Ilya lets out a low moan at Shane’s pleas. He positions himself at Shane’s entrance, the head of his cock nudging Shane's hole slightly. “Tell me if it hurts. Or if you want to stop, yes? I will stop.”

“Yes. I know.” Shane gasps out, “Ilya please.”

“So needy.” Ilya says as he slowly enters Shane, giving him time to adjust. Ilya’s head drops to Shane’s neck at the overwhelming warmth filling his every sense.

“Fuck Shane.” Ilya grunts. He pauses once he’s buried inside, waiting for Shane’s signal that he is good.

“Holy shit Ilya.” Shane says as his eyes roll back, pain turning into a hot burning pleasure. After a moment, “You can move.”

So Ilya does, he starts with slow, long strokes in and out, making sure Shane doesn’t feel any pain. He places, hot, opened mouth kisses to Shane’s neck, grunting slightly with each movement of his hips.

“Yes. Ilya. So good.” Shane moans out. “Harder. Please.”

“You sure?”

Shane responds by wrapping his legs around Ilya’s waist, hips meeting Ilya’s movements. The position sends Ilya deeper, hitting Shane’s prostate.

“Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

With the delicious sounds Shane is making urging him on, Ilya begins to move faster, deeper, until he is hitting Shane’s prostate with every thrust.

“Да fuck. So good for me.” Ilya groans out. Shane clenches around him at the praise, pulling him impossibly deeper.

“Taking me so well. My good boy.”

Shane moans as his cock twitches in between them, precum leaking onto his stomach. The friction on his dick and thrusting of Ilya’s hips brings Shane close, too close.

“Don’t stop. Fuck Ilya. I'm close. Shit.”

At that Ilya thrusts into him impossibly faster, harder, using Shane to chase his own release. The thought of Ilya using him sends Shane toppling over the edge. He moans loudly as his cock spurts onto his stomach in between them.

Mesmerized by the sight, Ilya isn’t far behind, coming into Shane with a choked out groan.

Ilya collapses on top of him. Mouth finding his neck again.

“Holy shit.” Shane breathes out. “That was amazing.”

“Mmm. Yes.” Ilya says, muffled by Shane’s neck.

“I’m all dirty.” Shane whines after a moment.

Ilya laughs and moves his lips to Shane’s. He gives him a searing kiss and moves off the bed, coming back with a wet washcloth. Ilya wipes Shane down, then himself, throwing the towel back into the bathroom without looking. He lays down next to Shane, pulling him into his chest.

“So are we like... boyfriends?” Shane’s small voice comes from the silence.

Ilya laughs softly, “This is what you are thinking about?”

Ilya sees the blush crawl from Shane’s neck up his face. “Well. Yes? Is that bad?”

“No. No Shane of course not. And yes. Boyfriends.”

Shane’s eyes close as he smiles sleepily. “Boyfriends. I like that.”

“Yes. Me too.”

“Goodnight Ilya.”

“Goodnight Shane.”

Shane wakes the next morning, wrapped up in Ilya, morning light streaming onto the beautiful man’s face. Shane couldn’t help but stare.

Feeling eyes on him, Ilya wakes to find Shane looking at him. Though he doesn’t blush or look away shyly. He just stares at Ilya.

“Hi.” Shane says, voice breathy.

“Mmm good morning, красивый.” Beautiful.

“Good morning. I like waking up next to you.”

“Yes. Is very nice.”

“What do you want to do today?”

“You.” Ilya says seriously.

“Okay.” Shane laughs softly. He shifts in Ilya’s arms so that they are facing each other. Shane smiles widely at him. Stunning.

“I like you.”

Ilya smiles at the beautiful man looking up at him. “I like you too.”

Chapter End Notes

i really hope everyone liked it <333
let me know if you guys would want to see a part two of this??? like sometime in the future idk #lmk
i have another hollanov au i want to write though but idk when i need a break lowk