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"You won't if you want to fuck me tonight." Hollander had said in Russian. Dmitry glanced up, pausing from where he was unlacing his skates. What the fuck could in the conversation possibly have possibly led to this? He glanced at Rozanov, who'd been smirking and teasing Wyatt only a second earlier. Now, his mouth was firmly shut. All the rest of the team stared at Rozanov. Wyatt laughed. "Oh my God, Roz I don't even know what he said but you are so damn whipped!" "One word from the husband and he shuts up!" Bood crowed. Chouinard jumped in. "Yeah, what the hell did you say to shut him up that quickly, Hollzy?" (4 times shane was less boring than people thought. including hickeys, never have i ever, being in the room next door to them at a hotel, and a russian rookie)
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"He's a fucking liar-" J.J shouted. The anger in his voice finally did it for Shane. The emotions bubbled over. "I get it okay! Yes, I lied! Fuck. But it wasn't just my secret to keep. Don't you get that?" A few of the guys scoffed. Drapeau crossed his arms, as if to say 'so what?'. "Oh, fuck this! It wasn't only my secret! It was his too. What was I supposed to do, tell you anyway?" "No. It's clear you'd choose him over us." J.J said, his lips pressed into a thin line. Shane scoffed incredulously. "Of course I would! Wouldn't you all choose your wives over the team? Your families? Fuck." No one said anything. Glancing around the room, they all seemed in shock. Maybe it was that he'd openly admitted to choosing Ilya over the team. Or maybe it was that he'd referred to Ilya as his family. (post-hayden/video-gate the montreal voyagers reacted badly. shane gives them a little more of his mind this time)
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“No, Ilya, stay.” The last word came out as a whine. “Why is he calling you Ilya?” Pike asked. "Why is he asking you to stay?” Hollander’s mom followed. Ilya shrugged. “How would I know?” Hollander lifted his arm out, as if reaching for Ilya. “Because I want him to stay.” It was said in a tone that seemed to say, 'obviously'. “Shane,” Hollander’s dad started. “Um- what’s going on? I thought we hated Rozanov.” He seemed to realise what he’d said and glanced at Ilya. “Sorry.” “Is fine.” "No, I don't hate him. I love him." Cliff's jaw was firmly hanging open, and he didn't think it was going to move anytime today. He felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach, all the air ripped away from his lungs. "Am I dreaming?" Cliff muttered to himself. Pike let out a strained laugh. "I think someone spiked my coffee this morning." (cliff, ilya, hayden & shane's parents visit shane in hospital after the incident. a very drugged up shane cannot hide his feelings for ilya)
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"God, you're such a fucking asshole," Shane said, but his breathing was beginning to even out. "You love it." Rozanov's voice filtered through the phone. A pause. "You feel better now?" "Yeah... thanks," "Good. Listen to me properly, Hollander. Scott Hunter doesn't know shit about us. And if he does, why has he noticed it, hmm? Think about that." Shane let out another laugh, almost hysterical sounding. "You can't seriously be suggesting that Scott Hunter is gay? You're fucking crazy, Roz." Oh my God. The pieces clicked together. Shane and Rozanov? (shane calls ilya after he fights scott hunter. hayden & jj overhear)
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Suddenly, she shot up as a thought occured to her. He’d gone to Shane’s to get washer tablets. The blushing. “Did Shane have someone at the cottage?” “Um. I don’t know how to say this really, but it was- um. It was that Ilya Rozanov. Um-“ She shot up off the sofa. “What?” “Look, I don’t know any more than you now. I just went in to get the washer tablets but I couldn’t find him so I went out back, you know, I thought he might be doing yoga or something-“ “And?” “And, well. He wasn’t alone. He was with that hockey player, Rozanov. Kissing.” “ ‘That hockey player?’ ” She repeated the words back to him. “You mean the boy our son has been competing with for almost a decade? That he’s supposedly hated for a decade? Hell, I’ve hated that boy for a decade! I mean, what the-“ (yuna’s pov of finding out about shane & ilya’s relationship) Yuna Hollander could admit that maybe she wasn’t the calmest or most relaxed person. She got too way to into games of Yahztee, was obsessive about hockey in a way that most people didn’t understand, and was generally an intense person about most things in her life. She never did anything by halves. That was why David was so good for her. He was the calmest, quiet balance to her obsessive, intense nature. So, when she heard the car pull up into the drive, the door slam, and running footsteps storming into the house, she was more than a little alarmed. “David, what-“ He burst into the room, panting for breath. His eyes were wide and shocked. Immediately, terrible thoughts flooded her brain of Shane injured; seeing her usually calm husband in such a state had her worst fears coming to the surface. And it hadn't been all that long ago since Shane had been in hospital; she was still a little on edge. When he didn't respond, she pressed him. “David, what is it?” He opened his mouth, flushed bright red and then closed it again. “David, please, you’re kind of worrying me,” David saw her panic and pulled her towards him. “No, no, it’s nothing bad. Shane is fine-“ Relief flooded through her and she shoved him lightly. “God, don’t scare me like that!” “Sorry, Yuna,” She pushed away from him, returning to the sofa where she’d been watching the pundits break down a Voyagers game from last season. “Well, what is it, then?” She couldn’t imagine what on earth had the usually unshakeable man so flustered. Suddenly, she shot up as a thought occurred to her. He’d gone to Shane’s to get washer tablets. The blushing. “Did Shane have someone at the cottage?” David went tomato red. “You could say that.” Yuna gasped. It had been so long since Shane had dated anyone. Rose had been almost a year ago. She’d not heard of anyone since, and both her and David had discussed the chances of Shane being gay because of his lack of said love life. “Okay, tell me more!” “Um. I don’t know how to say this really, but it was- um. It was that Ilya Rozanov. Um-“ She shot up off the sofa. “What?” “I know, Jesus-“ David collapsed into the nearest chair and put his hands in his face. “What has Shane gotten himself into?” “What?” All she could do was repeat herself. “Look, I don’t know any more than you now. I just went in to get the washer tablets but I couldn’t find him so I went out back, you know, I thought he might be doing yoga or something-“ “And?” “And, well - he wasn’t alone. He was with that hockey player, Rozanov. Kissing.” “ ‘That hockey player?’ ” She repeated the words back to him. “You mean the boy our son has been competing with for almost a decade? That he’s supposedly hated for a decade? Hell, I’ve hated that boy for a decade! I mean, what the-“ Her tirade was interrupted by the sound of another car pulling into the drive. “Shit! Do you think that’s Shane?” She ran to the window frantically. She spotted Shane’s car immediately, and could see Shane sat in the drivers seat next to fucking Rozanov. “Oh my God, Rozanov’s with him.” “Yuna, calm down. Come, sit down. We have to be supportive,” “Do not tell me to calm down when Shane’s been doing God knows what with Rozanov-“ The name was like dirt in her mouth. A moment later, the door opened and a voice rang out. “Hello? It’s me…Shane.” A second later and their son walked into the room like he was about to face the firing squad. Yuna’s heart wrenched at the plain fear on her son’s face. Then, a second later and Ilya Rozanov followed behind her son and came into the room. “Shane?” Ilya Rozanov was in her living room. It was surreal. Shane cleared his throat, his eyes flickering nervously between the two of them. “Mom. Dad. I- I think we should talk.” A snarky comment about how that was possibly the understatement of the year rose in her throat but she bit it back. “We forgot to buy dishwasher tablets. I just wanted to know if I could borrow some. I didn’t know you had… company.” At the last word, David’s eyes shifted to Rozanov, as if he too could also not believe this man was in their house. With Shane. “Dad, it’s okay. I’m sorry. You… shouldn’t have found out that way.”
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As he walked past he caught a brief exchange between the two. “Thanks for cleaning up out here, I know there are things you’d rather do than clean up after us,” Rozanov laughed and kissed Shane. “Yes, I do not like playing maid for Boiziau and Pike. But I know you will stress if it is not done, so I do it. Go, relax.” In response, Shane melted into Rozanov. Shit, JJ could understand why. That was actually romantic as fuck. Damn, Rozanov. (jj and hayden visit shane at the cottage & jj realises there’s more to rozanov than he ever knew)
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