Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Hayden Pike, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Hayden Pike, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

In-Universe RPF, the Shayden shippers are out there, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Hand Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Jealous Ilya Rozanov, Written before Heated Rivalry (TV)

Language:

English

Stats:

Published: 2025-10-18 Words: 1,711 Chapters: 1/1

It Started Innocuously Enough... (an in-universe Shayden RPF)

Summary

He felt so guilty about it, but those moments on the road trip had been the most turned on Shane had ever been in his life.

Logic tells us that within the Game Changers Universe, Shane/Hayden shippers must exist. This is what they might be writing. With bonus Ilya and Shane reactions at the end!

Notes

What started as a joke became very real. Thank you Paupy for the quick beta-read, you're the best!

It started innocuously enough. Shane walked into their hotel room after a morning run, and there was Hayden, dick in one hand and phone in the other. 

The door slowly closed behind him, but Shane was stuck in place. Knowing he needed to cover his eyes or leave or something, but unable to look away — he stood there with wide eyes and a rapidly growing boner. 

To Shane’s utter mortification, Hayden saw him. As soon as the door opened, his eyes snapped to Shane. But he just… kept going. Holding Shane’s gaze, a surprised and confused look on his face, he put down his phone and continued to frantically jerk himself. Within 15 seconds, he was coming with a shudder, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back with a grunt.

That broke the spell Shane was under, and he turned on his heel and left the room. He needed to run at least another mile. 

Neither of them spoke of it, acting completely normal around each other during their morning skate, then in the dressing room, and in their game against Minnesota. It was easier to just pretend it hadn’t happened.

Everyone jerked off, it was a very normal thing for a 21 year old guy to be doing at pretty much any time of the day or night, right? Getting so turned on catching your teammate jerking off — knowing it turned him on too — that might be less normal. But Shane wasn’t going to allow himself to think about it too much. He didn’t want to go down that road.

Except, it became a pattern. 

A few days later in Nashville, Hayden left the door to the bathroom slightly ajar, and Shane couldn’t help but inch closer to hear the telltale sounds of Hayden getting himself off. In their hotel in Detroit, after they’d said goodnight and turned off the lights, Shane heard a rustling in the sheets and turned to see Hayden’s hand moving fast under the covers before he sighed and turned away from Shane. It kept going like this the whole 5-game road trip. Shane never did anything, just watched or listened and got uncomfortably aroused, but he didn’t speak a word about it.

It finally escalated when they were back in Montreal. Shane asked Hayden to stay on the ice after practice to run a maneuver a few more times, and the rest of the guys were leaving the rink by the time they finished. Shane lingered in the dressing room while Hayden walked into the shower — this would be the first time they’d showered together alone since that morning in Minnesota.

When the water had been running a couple of minutes, Shane followed, heart beating hard in his chest in hopeful anticipation of seeing Hayden touching himself again. He felt so guilty about it, but those moments on the road trip had been the most turned on Shane had ever been in his life. He’d known for a while that girls didn’t really do it for him, but he hadn’t gone so far as to think about whether guys did do it for him. Hayden had forced him to think about it though, and Shane couldn’t deny that the sight of Hayden’s hard cock in his hand while he came all over his stomach was the hottest thing Shane had ever seen.

So when Shane walked into the shower to find Hayden slowly stroking himself under the spray, mouth slightly open, water streaming down his big shoulders, hard abs, and dripping along his impressive thighs, he couldn’t resist any longer. Shane took the showerhead next to Hayden, letting the water run over his sore muscles. He saw Hayden’s eyes track down his body and widen at the sight of Shane’s cock, fully erect, almost begging to be touched.

“Shane?” Hayden whispered, asking so much with that one word.

Shane nodded slowly. Hayden released his erection from his hand and took a step towards Shane so their faces were only inches apart. His shocked expression morphed into hunger as he looked down and lightly brushed his fingers along Shane’s cock.

“Fuck,” Shane exhaled, eyes fluttering shut at the jolt of pleasure that shot through him.

Hayden grasped Shane more firmly and started slowly stroking, sending more tingles of pleasure coursing through Shane’s entire body. He steadied himself with a hand on the tiled wall, already so close to coming completely undone. Shane didn’t know why Hayden’s large calloused hand felt so much better on his cock than the delicate hands of the girls who had been there before, but he couldn’t question it now. Not now that Hayden was using his other hand on himself, setting a steady pace on both of their hard cocks. 

Shane pushed Hayden’s hand away, replacing it with his own hand on Hayden’s length, which was smooth and hot in his grip. Shane had never touched another guy’s dick before — it was exhilarating. The way Hayden moaned when Shane touched him was even more exhilarating. Shane’s balls tightened and he bit his lip hard to stop himself coming just from the sound he elicited from Hayden’s open mouth.

They stepped even closer, stroking each other and breathing hard, the sounds of their heavy exhales echoing through the large shower. Shane rolled his thumb over the thick head of Hayden’s cock and Hayden dropped his head to Shane’s shoulder.

“Fuck, Shane, what the fuck?” Hayden moaned.

“I don’t know, just don’t stop,” Shane breathed, shivering from the feeling of Hayden’s hot breath on his chest.

They sped up their pace, jerking fast, and Hayden’s free hand flew up to grip Shane’s shoulder. 

“I’m so fucking close,” Hayden whispered. Shane gripped the back of Hayden’s neck and brushed his thumb behind his ear, urging him on. 

Shane was right there too, but he needed Hayden to come first for some reason. Like the shame he felt for enjoying this so much would be so much deeper if he shot off first. Shane squeezed the back of Hayden’s neck one more time, and that sent him over the edge.

“Oh god, fuck,” Hayden whispered as he came with shudder. 

Hayden’s warm release shot into Shane’s hand and across his hip, and it was so fucking hot. Why was that so hot? Confusion and arousal swam in Shane’s mind as he stroked Hayden through his orgasm, and seconds later Shane was grunting out his own release. He jerked his hips and splattered over Hayden’s abs and — oh god — that image would be burned in Shane’s memory forever. 

They stayed like that, Hayden’s forehead pressed to Shane’s shoulder, Shane’s hand gripping the back of Hayden’s neck, catching their breath. The sound of the running shower had been drowned out by the rushing pulse in Shane’s ears, but as his senses cleared, it was a stark reminder of where they were and how fucking wrong this was. They both jumped back abruptly, stepping under the running water to rinse away the evidence of what they’d just done. 

Shane finally forced himself to look up at Hayden, who was looking at him with fear and uncertainty in his eyes. Shane felt the same — he opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t know what he could possibly say after he jerked his best friend off in the shower. 

“You’re not going to tell anyone about this, are you?” Hayden asked nervously.

“No!” Shane replied before Hayden had even finished the question. “Are you?”

“Of course not,” Hayden dropped his gaze, then his eyes flitted back to Shane’s.

“It was good though, right?” Hayden was blushing hard, and Shane felt the inexplicable urge to kiss him. 

“Yeah, bud, it was really fucking good,” Shane chuckled, feeling his own cheeks heating.

“Cool,” Hayden sighed with relief. “Let’s um…. Can we just forget it?”

“I can try,” Shane said with hesitance, “But I might not forget all the times you jerked off in front of me last week.” 

“Oh fuck me,” Hayden hung his head in shame. 

“If that’s what you really want…” Shane turned and walked out of the shower, calling back to Hayden, “We’ll see what happens on the next road trip, eh?”

***

“What the fuck is this shit?” Ilya stomped into the living room with his iPad in one large hand, holding it up for Shane to see.

“What’s what?” Shane asked, looking up from the book he was reading on the couch.

“Do you know about Shayden?” Ilya demanded, like Shane had done something wrong. 

“No…” Shane wracked his brain for someone named Shayden. Weird name. “Who is that?”

“Shayden,” Ilya spat out with disgust, “is you and Hayden fucking Pike. As a couple.”

Ilya shuddered as he said couple.

“What the hell are you talking about, Ilya?” Shane jumped up from the couch, grabbing the iPad out of his husband’s hand.

Looking down at the screen, his eyes went wide and his ears got hot — he knew he must be turning bright pink. It was some… what? Story? About him and Hayden, and Hayden was… oh jesus christ, this was fucked up.

“Where did you find this?!” Shane asked with horror.

“So you are telling me you know nothing about this?” Ilya asked.

“Why would I know about,” Shane gestured wildly to the iPad, “Whatever the fuck this is?”

“I do not know,” Ilya grumbled, anger deflating. “Harris sent it to me. He told me about shippers. Is apparently a thing with hockey fans, they want us all to be fucking each other.”

“And they want me to be fucking Hayden?” Shane couldn’t believe that.

“A lot of them, yes. You and Hayden are the top,” Ilya grumbled. “We are all the way down below Scott Hunter and Eric Bennet and even Barrett and Dallas Kent, blech.”

“I don’t even want to touch that, Jesus," Shane shuddered. But then, despite his hesitation, his curiosity got the better of him. “There’s stuff like this about us?”

Ilya’s grumpy frown twisted into a smirk that was enough to give Shane his answer. 

“Do you…” Shane couldn’t believe he was saying this. “Do you want to read some?”

Heat burned in Ilya’s eyes, and he turned to jog up the stairs towards their bedroom, Shane following close behind.