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everything's easier way out west by rabidrozanov (strangersatellites)
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-27
“This is awkward. This room isn’t available to the guests.” He’s holding back a giggle and can see in the twitch of his lips that Ilya is too. They’re never played around like this. Never been comfortable enough to have fun instead of just sex. Ilya nods, solemn. “Hm. That is disappointing.” God he’s so handsome. Shane’s eyes drift to his lips and he gets an idea. “I’m sorry, sir. We’d really like to accommodate you-” But then the expression on Ilya’s face shifts and suddenly it's not a game anymore. It’s a split-second of fear that he missed the mark. He only barely even remembers that conversation. “Maybe you could teach me Russian?” “Only important phrases. Like ‘yes, sir’ and ‘harder, please.’ Ilya had been joking but... there had been a note of earnestness to his voice. Right? or: A rewrite of the bellboy scene where Shane calls Ilya "sir" and a puzzle piece clicks into place.
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Five times Shane and Ilya got off thinking about each other, and one time they didn't have to.
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take your hands off my lobby boy! by inmoonlightigetseasick
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
But then, when Ilya had finally set him down and tugged him in close for a kiss, he’d trailed his lips right to the sensitive skin beneath Shane’s ear. Then he’d whispered, low and growly, “My room number is 1710.” Shane remembers laughing even harder, “Yeah, you idiot, it’s mine too.” Ilya raised a single, perfect eyebrow, “And how does bellhop afford such a room?” -- Fresh from a slump-ending victory, the Ottawa Centaurs' star players have a special celebration.
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Then It Hits (That I'm Damned) by ssomethingwild
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“Rozy—shit,” he manages, voice strangled, want bubbling molten and inescapable in his gut, hips trembling with the force of not rudely bucking up into Rozanov’s warm, far too talented mouth. Because I just wanted you to fuck me, he thinks after he’ s finished making Shane unravel with soft, unforgiving motions, as Rozanov—as Ilya—laves his tongue hungrily over the mess dripping down the planes of his abdomen, blinking overwhelmed tears away from the diminuendo of pleasure. But then I became greedy. And now all I want is for you to love me. Or: despite the initial fear, the world doesn't end when Shane Hollander realizes he loves Ilya Rozanov. Now, he just has to convince Ilya of that same truth. An adjusted timeline. A collection of moments. A story about completing someone, despite the odds.
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”Let’s dance.” And yeah. Okay. Shane wasn’t really a good dancer and didn’t really even like it. He couldn’t really hold a beat, but tonight he wanted to try it out with Ilya. Because he knew Ilya was always there to catch him, no matter what. ”Really. You wanna dance?” Ilya laughed, but took a hold of Shane’s hips as they swayed to the music ”, You say you’re terrible at it. And that you don’t enjoy it.” ”Yeah, well. This night is full of surprises.” Shane answered. Or: Shane’s first time going to a gay club after him and Ilya’s relationship comes public. Dancing and sex.
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softer, harder, inbetween by seekingthepearl
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Shane’s fingers worked at the straps of his gloves before he could stop them. They hit the ice with a dull thud, and Ilya turned. “Well,” Ilya said, voice low, almost pleased. “Why the fuck not.” Shane loses his temper and gets physical with Ilya on the ice, risking the perfect reputation he’s worked so hard to maintain.
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“Shh, shh. Do not scream.” Ilya's pretty, piquant face was inches from his own. “It's just me.” Just him? Just Ilya fucking Romanov, in his apartment, in his room, in his bed. While Shane had a dildo up his ass and his cock in his hand. Oh god. Oh god oh god. This couldn't be happening. Shane forgot he gave Ilya an extra key to his apartment. Ilya walks in on something interesting. It was a cold night in February, and Shane was alone in his apartment while the rest of his team was out celebrating their win over Boston. Shane should have been out with them, drinking his ginger-ale while everyone else ordered pitchers. He'd told Hayden that he wasn't feeling well after the game, that he wanted to make sure he didn't get worse and mess up their next match against the Admirals. Shane didn't like lying. He was bad at it. And it seemed like he was doing it an awful lot lately. It was snowing outside, fat white flakes filling the window and sticking to the glass in pretty crystalline patterns. Shane opened the curtains to peer out over the wintry scene. The last night had been clear and beautiful, and he'd been looking out at the stars over a mop of golden curls before his eyes had drifted closed. Tonight, there were no stars, only grey swirling clouds. And somewhere up there in that dark slate sky, Ilya was flying home to Boston. A lump sat heavy in Shane's chest like he'd swallowed a rock. What was Ilya doing? Looking out through the window at the city lights below and wondering which ones shone from Shane's apartment? Was he reclined in his seat with his earbuds in, his blue eyes all dreamy and relaxed, thinking of nothing at all? Or was he thinking of his Russian girlfriend and the life that Shane knew nearly nothing about? Shane turned away from the window and shook himself. Get it together, Hollander. This is just embarrassing. Pining like an angsty teenager. Ilya would laugh at him if he knew. Ilya looked beautiful when he laughed. Well, to be fair, he looked beautiful all the damn time. Especially when he was in Shane's bed, naked and shameless, looking at Shane with a smirk like he wanted to just eat him up. Between his legs, Shane's cock twitched. Jesus, that was embarrassing. Was that all it took to get him going? Shane took a deep breath and let it out slowly. It didn't help slow his racing heart. God, it just never stopped, did it? He couldn't get away from it. From him. Somehow Ilya found a way to worm himself into his head, even when he was nowhere in sight. He took up space in Shane's head the same way he took up space in any room he was in, larger than life, his presence commanding. That roguish face, those messy curls, the shapely mouth that could flash a charming smile one moment and a challenging snarl the next. The easy way he asked for what he wanted from Shane - or demanded it. And god, how good it felt to give it to him. His phone buzzed from the table. Shane sighed. Probably Hayden again, asking if he was feeling better. Shane considered saying yes, and that he would come by the bar shortly. It would be a welcome reprieve. A distraction. Wasn't that just what he needed? The hot, heavy weight between his legs pulsed again, insistent. He couldn't ignore it. Shane set his phone to Do Not Disturb without looking at who had called. He couldn't handle talking to anyone right now. Not like this. He stood there foolishly, staring out the window with his cock tenting his pants, thinking about pretty blue eyes and chiseled abs, about the moles that dotted Ilya's back, how his gold chain bounced on his collarbones as he fucked Shane into the mattress... Maybe what he just needed to get Ilya out of his system. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't wind up counting down the days 'til the playoffs, haunting the calendar and waiting, yearning. Shane took off his clothes, slow and meticulous as always, starting with his shirt and ending with his socks and underwear and making sure everything was tucked neatly into the laundry hamper. Naked, he made his way into the bathroom and took the little box of Kleenex from the shelf over the sink and brought it out next to the bed. Next to it he put his bottle of lube, the good one with the pump top because Ilya didn't like the one that had to pop open. This ritual complete, Shane threw back the covers and rolled into the soft fresh-pressed sheets, so cool against his flushed skin. At the first stroke of his slicked hand, Shane's eyes closed. The tension left his body in a slow warm wave, like sinking into a hot bath. He started slow, pushing his hips up into his palm and sliding his thumb over the wet tip. His free hand drifted absently across his chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples and thinking about Ilya kissing his way down his chest. So sensitive, Hollander. So easy. Shane's hand worked faster up and down his shaft, his breath coming in short punched-out gasps. Sweat prickled at his brow. Better, this was better, but it was not enough. It wasn't what he really needed, what his body craved. Frustration coiled in his stomach like a fist. “Fuck,” he said, and got up from the bed. He wiped his lubed hand on a towel and went rummaging in his closet for what was hidden in the very back in a box wrapped in a hoodie, like he was afraid someone would break into his apartment for the sole purpose of snooping. What colour? Rozanov had demanded. What colour, Hollander? This one was blue. He hadn't told Rozanov. The silicone was cool at first but warmed quickly at the touch of Shane's hand. The texture wasn't as smooth as the first toy he'd gotten – that one had been plain, unrealistic, as though Shane could ignore what it was supposed to be imitating, like that would somehow make any difference at all. This one had thick raised veins, a defined head, and an upward curve that promised to find and massage that incredible little spot inside him that Ilya always found with an easy crook of his fingers.
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Shane and Ilya finally achieve their dreams of winning a Stanley Cup together. Time to celebrate.
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Based on That Clip which essentially re-wired my brain; Shane living his best sex-starved life in yet another hotel room with Ilya, as all the while their plausible deniability wears gossamer thin.
- Part 1 of between the lines, between the sheets
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your love is my sunshine by enamored_pat01
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
“Shane,” Ilya sighs, dragging his nose along Shane's collarbone. He sounds as affected as Shane feels. He's mouthing at the first few buttons of his shirt like he wants to pop them open, his breathing growing ragged as he slips his hand under the fabric and digs his fingertips into the soft meat around Shane's hip. He's so close to where Shane's inner omega pitifully wants him. He has to stop the whine building on the back of his throat, willing his body to not move. “Ilya,” He says, barely above a whisper. We should stop, he needs to say. We don’t do this, he has to remind them. “Moy solnyshko” Ilya says, and he sounds reverent in a way that has Shane wanting to know what it means, but before he can even find his voice to ask Ilya’s hand traces a path down to his wrist, just below Shane’s scent gland. Fuck, Rozanov. Or, omega shane and the many ways he comforts alpha ilya in that tampa hotel room.
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i'll only let sunshine kiss by Acinonyx1
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-26
Shane had known of Ilya Rozanov since his cottage stood on the shores of the lake. The creature had yanked him off his jetski one summer. And whilst Shane had flailed, sure he'd met his end - via drowning or mauling yet to be determined - Ilya had brought him back to the surface, laughed as water had streamed from Shane's nose, tapped his freckles and disappeared. Now, many years later, Ilya lounges on Shane's dock, a burger held in his webbed hands and a frown on his face. Or, a hockey player by the name of Ilya Rozanov does not exist. But a being that inhabits a lake in Ottawa does.
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“So you come to me?” Ilya stepped toward Shane, “Did you let yourself into my home because in this city I’m the only tether you have to normalcy? Or because you want my knot?” Ilya stood in front of Shane, one hand under his shirt on his hip squeezing softly, the other hand against his face, his finger tips gently sliding through his hair. Shane leaned his head into Ilya’s hand. “I don’t know.” Shane felt the first tear slip down the side of his nose. He didn’t want to cry but his body felt so disconnected. or; shane starts his heat and boston gets snowed out, at least he knows a guy in the city to crash with
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listen how the heart beats lying next to him by pumpkinless
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Every time a text came through about flight times, Shane thought that would be the last one. That Ilya would say, no, actually, but I cannot come to your home over the summer and fuck you in your bed for two weeks and kiss and play house like we are boyfriends, because we are hockey rivals and this has been a seven year long mistake. Also, I will be blocking your phone number and never want to see you again unless I am beating you on the ice. He had doubted every second until Ilya was finally in his car in the airport parking garage.
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And Shane wants to let go. He wants to let go so bad, but he can’t help but feel like something bad will happen if he does, that the universe is somehow going to punish him for this, that everyone will be able to read this submission on his face and deprive him of everything he worked so hard for. As if reading his mind: “Just us in here,” says Rozanov, glancing around for emphasis, voice a solid, anchoring whisper. God, Shane wants. Shane wants so much that it hurts, makes his whole body ache with emptiness, and what he wants more than anything after to be held and pushed into – by Rozanov – is to listen and submit – to Rozanov. He wants Rozanov, and it should be scary, but all he feels right now is a want, an impenetrable need that makes him swallow around glass shards stuck in his throat and slowly put his palms flush on the floor in front of his knees, watching Rozanov like he’s in a trance. or, being the best might be starting to take its toll on Shane, and Ilya knows how to help
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when in kyoto... by huacheesecake
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
“What Hollander? Never seen a pocket pussy before?” Shane snorts, he’s seen a pocket pussy before- but this one is a little different. It’s shaped like an egg. He frowns. Ilya takes the egg-shaped object out of the bag, grinning as he unravels the packaging, “Is Japanese sex toy. I bought it online.” Or Ilya makes a sex itinerary for his schedule-loving husband.
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“So, now what?” Ilya asks from beside him. “We go home, eat maybe another eight burgers and we fuck?” “You’re so poetic.” Shane rolls his eyes, but he can’t help his smile. Ilya shrugs. “Is poetry, yes.” “What is?” "Us." _________________________________________ Shane and Ilya return home to the cottage after meeting with Shane's parents. (And yes, they fuck)
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because of his oral fixation, shane constantly wants ilyas dick in his mouth, by any means necessary
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Ilya’s eyebrows raise. “This is a thing you want? For me to come inside you?” “Yeah—yeah.” Shane clears his throat. “It’s hot. Isn’t it?” “Can you not decide whether bare cock in your ass is hot?” “Fuck you. See if I let you—” Ilya takes Shane’s hand and presses a quiet kiss to his wrist, then the center of his palm. “You will let me.” ~~ Or: Shane asks Ilya to fuck him without a condom.
- Part 1 of The Cottage
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Shane goes for a massage.
Russian translation available here
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Three for Three by Su_porn_ova222
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-26
Shane got a text from Ilya before the game: "For every goal you score, you come, yes?" It wasn't really a question. Shane knew this, and he was determined to show Ilya what he could do on the ice and in bed. Unfortunately, at the end of the game, Ilya Rozanov snapped, and Shane seemed to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, getting caught in the fray. He actually enjoyed it more then he thought.
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