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Ilya wants so many mornings with Shane that he takes waking up to those freckles for granted. He wants to know how Shane takes his coffee, how he picks out his clothes, what he puts in those stupid healthy smoothies he’s always drinking. He wants to know everything about Shane, all the little things that he’s never seen before. He wants to know him. Better than he knows himself. And it’s terrifying. So Ilya deals with his feelings the only way he knows how - (kitchen) sex Ilya has known Shane for his entire NHL career. Almost 10 years, off and on, in hotel rooms and apartments, through loss and trauma and stolen moments. Ilya knows what Shane looks like when he’s thinking too deeply, when he needs help to shut off his brain. When he’s desperate, needy and right on the edge. Ilya knows what he looks like when he cums, hands free, moaning out Ilya’s name into the air like a prayer. And he knows that look Shane has, impossibly fond, the one that always turns Ilya’s guts inside out. He knows he loves him, and he knows - terrifyingly - that Shane might just love him back. But he doesn’t know Shane. It’s never more apparent to him than now, standing in Shane’s cottage, waiting for the coffee to finish percolating. It’s the first time that he’s been alone in Shane’s home and he’s fascinated. It’s even more Shane than the apartment he’s only seen in the background of Facetime calls. Shane once admitted that most things in his apartment were picked out by a designer he hired when he first moved to Montreal. This place though? It has the little touches that just scream Shane’s practical taste - in the furniture, the art, and cheesy throw pillows his mom must have bought him. Ilya sees him in the family photos on the wall, moments in Shane’s life that he’s never even heard about before. Ilya wants to belong here. He wants to be in the photos on the wall, to have a say on the new rug that Shane talked about getting under the dining room table. He wants to wake up next to Shane beyond just these two weeks. Ilya wants so many mornings with Shane that he takes waking up to those freckles for granted. He wants to know how Shane takes his coffee, how he picks out his clothes, what he puts in those stupid healthy smoothies he’s always drinking. He wants to know everything about Shane, all the little things that he’s never seen before. He wants to know him. Better than he knows himself. And it’s terrifying. “You know,” Shane says, brushing past Ilya in the kitchen. “It doesn’t actually drip faster if you stare at it like that.” “No? Thought that was the saying - a watched pot always boils.” Shane laughs as he pours himself a cup, so at home here, in his loose t-shirt that’s wet at the collar from his shower. “A watched pot never boils. Coffee?” “Da. Your English idioms are stupid.” “Agree with you there. How do you take it?” “Black is fine.” Shane hands him the cup he just poured, in some cheesy tourist mug from some attraction in Ottowa. He pours another mug, and Ilya watches intently at the amount of milk that Shane pours into his mug. Shane’s oblivious to Ilya’s observation, he sips his coffee, looking at the lake out of the window. “Looks like it might rain today. I was hoping we could take out the kayaks.” “You have kayaks?” He’s distracted, not quite sure what a kayak is beyond some kind of boat. Ilya’s attention has moved to the way that Shane’s throat moves when he swallows his coffee, and the way that the water from his hair slides across it, soaking into the collar of his shirt. God, he wants Shane in so many ways but this is the most familiar. The heavy swooping in his gut, the way that he knows, instinctively, how Shane will react when he touches him. It’s familiar. He wants it now. Doesn’t think he’ll ever stop wanting it. “Yeah, it’s a good workout, going across the bay and back.” He crosses to the fridge, opens it to stare inside. “What do you want for breakfast?” He’s close enough now that Ilya can reach out, tug at his elbow until he’s closer. “What?” Shane asks, standing in front of him. “Hungry for something else,” Ilya says, taking the coffee mug out of his hands, setting them both behind him on the counter. “Want you.” “I just showered,” Shane sighs as Ilya’s lips land on the mark he left the night before, tongue sliding to taste every inch of him. “Ilya…” And god, Ilya’s addicted to the way that his first
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Is it Casual Now? by DeletiaClementine
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-12
What happens if Ilya Rozanov doesn’t talk to Shane Hollander for more than a year? Or, Shane Hollander has a hoe phase
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A Feeling That I've Never Felt Before (And I Deserve It) by sterlingstars
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-12
He chuckles, low and smooth. "Ah, I see. Tell you what- your parents come by, we have dinner, yes? Have a little chat, all of that. But when they leave, and I get you to myself… let me take care of you, hm? For being brave." His heart skips a beat, his stomach swoops low and flutters. His cheeks definitely get warm, and he nods a little dumbly. "Yes, yeah. Please." Back at the cottage, Shane unravels a little after talking to his parents. But Ilya is here to pick up the pieces and help hold them together- and Shane deserves a little reward after facing his fears.
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Shane and Ilya are on the same team for Ottawa, and they’ve just won an away game. Shane decides to celebrate by showing Ilya the toy he got teased for having years ago! Jane: Room 1220. 10pm. Ilya’s heart rate increases as he reads the message. They haven’t been sleeping in separate hotel rooms ever since Shane traded to Ottawa, but they like to reminisce. Ilya eyes Shane from across the bar. They’re downstairs in the hotel celebrating a win with a bunch of other Ottawa players. Ilya could see Shane laughing with Zane Boodrum. He likes to watch Shane, and especially when he can tell Shane is at ease. And Shane was at ease with this new team. So Ilya watches a lot. He also smiles a lot. It’s taken some getting used to from the team. Lily: See you soon Hollander. . . . Shane feels his phone buzz in his pocket as his gaze meets Ilya’s. He doesn’t need to check it to know Ilya would be interested. He could tell by the wink Ilya sends his way as he holds his gaze and sips his vodka. Shane could feel himself starting to blush. He loved being in a relationship with Ilya and being in an environment with supportive teammates. But he was still getting to grips with being a one half of a public couple. Ilya knows this and seems to enjoy stressing Shane out with public displays of affection. Shane was still trying to figure out who taught Ilya what baptism of fire means. After doing the rounds Shane checks the time. 9.40pm. He says his goodbyes and excuses himself, heading back to his hotel room. Shane has had this idea to suprise Ilya for a few weeks now but has had to mentally prepare for the embarrassment and the inevitable teasing from Ilya. He knew deep down it would be worth it. By the time he got himself ready, it was past 10pm. This wasn’t surprising to Shane, Ilya likes to keep him waiting. Eventually he hears a knock at the door. He opens it to find Ilya holding both sides of the door frame. Ilya doesn’t hesitate as he starts to walk forward crowding Shane and forcing him to step back. The door slams shut behind them. ‘What have you got planned for us tonight Hollander?’ Ilya asks bluntly. He was so close Shane could feel the heat of him through both their suits. Before he could answer, Ilya’s eyes land on the bedside table. Shane blushes furiously. ‘You never told me you like Alien dick Hollander.’ Ilya smirks. ‘I don’t!’ Shane huffed. ‘Purple is just the most common colour for sex toys.’ ’How do you know that? Do you have more?’ ‘Fuck you.’ Ilya has the dildo in his hand and is examining it. ‘Is this the one?’ ’You know it is.’ Shane deadpans which makes Ilya smile wider. ‘Is smaller than me.’ ’That’s not hard, Rozanov.’ Ilya grins and Shane sighs. ‘What do you want to do with this Shane?’ Ilya is back in Shane’s face. ‘Well.. I thought, ahem, I thought we could use it. Together.’ Shane stammers. ‘Will you show me how you use it? I want to see.’ ’No I thought I’d travel with it in my hand luggage and sweat through airport security for a laugh.’ Shane says sarcastically. Ilya is quiet for a moment. ‘Take off your clothes and get on the bed Hollander.’ Shane has his tie off before Ilya has finished speaking. He likes being told what to do. Something in his brain quiets when he has an instruction or a task to focus on. It’s part of why he loves hockey. He knows exactly what is expected of him. Once Shane has got his clothes (except his socks which he keeps on) neatly piled on a chair, he turns and pushes back until he is leaning on the pillows in the middle of the bed. Shane remembers years ago when Ilya got him to masturbate in front of him in a similar position in a different hotel room as Ilya sat in a chair sipping vodka. Ilya wasn’t quite as nonchalant now however. He was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Shane with the dildo in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Shane could tell he was excited. ’Get yourself ready.’ Ilya says softly. He takes his suit jacket off and throws it on the floor with his discarded shoes as Shane gets comfortable and rubs some lube between his fingers to warm it up. Ilya watches, his attention rapt as Shane slowly works one, then two, then three fingers into himself. Shane’s skin has started to turn rosy, and Ilya knows the blush on Shane’s face and chest will get much deeper before they’re finished with each other tonight. He pumps some lube into his hand and then hovers it over Shane’s cock. ’Do you want this?’ Shane nods in approval, then grunts when Ilya’s hand makes contact. ’You bastard. You couldn’t have warmed it?’ Ilya laughs. ‘I wanted to see you squirm.’ It doesn’t take long for Ilya’s hand to speed up, keeping pace with Shane building momentum. Suddenly, Shane is pushing Ilya away.
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When Ilya's team loses a match against Shane's team, Shane finds a way to comfort his secret boyfriend.
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Shane rides Ilya into a religious experience, and into the headboard. or Ilya finally gets his bell rung back.
- Part 2 of A concussion kind of love
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"Waitt a minute Barrett why'd ya take a drink," Young slurred with his eyes narrowed, "Harris don't play hockey." Well shit. Of course one of the rookies had to notice, those morons never let anything go. So now everyone and their fucking mothers had turned to stare at Troy who could only let out an awkward laugh. Well this sobered him up. "Harris probably wasn't the first guy he slept with you idiot, he grew up playing hockey maybe it was an old teammate," Holmber said to Young whom he was still currently draped over. "Nooo papa Hazy said professional hockey player, so it has to be someone in the league," Young argued back. The rookies had all taken to calling Wyatt variations of dad and followed him around like a bunch of baby ducks. Troy woulda laughed at the endearing nickname was he not about to get his shit rocked by a 6' 3'' Russian in the parking lot. Because of every hockey player Troy Barrett could've slept with he just had to hook up with Shane mother fucking Hollander. ----- Or the Ottawa Centaurs play never have I ever ----- UPDATE
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shane hollander's guide to bottom prep by bisexualbuckley
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-11
Ilya shrugs and runs his hand from Shane’s waist down to his ass and back up. “But you are so good at it. What is English saying? Having it with science?” “Having it down to a science.” “Exactly. Some things come natural to you, yes? Doing your bottom prep stuff. Taking my cock. You are perfect bottom. Made to be bottom. You love to be bottom.” “I do. I love it.” Shane swallows, reminded of exactly where he is and what he’s doing, a cautiously confident smile on his face as he starts to ride more with his legs than his hips. “And you thought I would throw it all away for some Taco Bell.” OR; shane hollander's foolproof bottom prep routine and how his lovely boyfriend takes care of him
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Shane isn't like the other omegas, he's a hockey omega. No but really Shane thinks that he doesn't have any omega traits, turns out he just needed a little help from a friendly alpha to prove that he does.
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After typing in the code to the penthouse suite, Shane pushes open the door. His eyes scan something obviously out of place: a paper and a blindfold. In Ilya's messy handwriting it reads: shoes and jacket off Put blindfold on and wait for me. Shane scoffs at first, and then his brain starts racing through a thousand reasons why it's a bad idea…yet he finds himself stepping out of his shoes.
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There was a build up, okay? The tuna melt fiasco is their first hookup AFTER the summer but Ilya was emboldened by the last hookup BEFORE the summer. — Inspired by the 5 second clip in the montage in episode 4 where Ilya wears the teal Adidas shirt and they kiss against the glass/up the stairs in Shane’s apartment. When Ilya leaves his hotel on that late spring evening, the sun is still out and it would actually be a great evening for a walk. Hollander’s apartment is just a half hour walk away, but Ilya calls an Uber anyway. It’s warm, he just took a shower and got all nice and handsome for an evening with the one and only Shane Hollander. It’s been over two months since their last hookup and Ilya has been pestering him all morning and afternoon with lude texts and promises. It was worth every shut the fuck up and I’m at breakfast with my parents and not.before.the.game. To be fair, Shane was the one who asked him to come over after this game and he asked this two weeks ago. Two months since they’ve fucked and now Ilya had been looking forward to this night specifically for two weeks. Whether he was jerking off, or just trying to figure out what he should have for dinner, Shane Hollander was always right there at the forefront of his mind. Ilya tries not to dwell too much on what that means, tries not to dwell on why he’s been so bored with the Boston nightlife for a while now, tries his very best not to put two and two together and come to conclusions that will benefit no one. He’s sure everything will be just fine again after they fuck tonight and he gets this out of his system. At least for a little while. It’s nice to have this, this evening. The Raiders are out of the running for the cup after today’s game and Ilya could spend all night sulking about it, could start dreading the prospect of another miserable summer in Moscow today, but instead he gets to forget about it for one more night. Shane still greets him at the back entrance. “You’re not cold?” he asks, when Ilya shows up in nothing but a longsleeve Adidas shirt. “I guess it’s a pretty nice day out, but it’s supposed to rain later tonight.” “Are you the weatherman now?” Ilya asks, passing him through the door and heading up the stairs without waiting. Shane catches up to him and tries to pass him. Ilya blocks him. He can’t help himself. They do this every time. Ilya is pretty familiar with Shane’s apartment at this point. He knows all the lights are going to be dimmed with soft orange lighting. He knows the place is going to vaguely smell like vanilla from the fancy scented candles near the entrance. Just for decor, he’s pretty sure. Ilya has never actually seen Shane turn one on and he’s also never seen the remnants of one having been turned on before. He doesn’t know if Shane even likes the scent of vanilla that much. His shampoo and soap are citrussy. He doesn’t wear cologne. If Ilya had to guess, with the limited knowledge he has, he would guess that Shane doesn’t like any strong smells at all. But what does he know, really. To him the candles smell great. Maybe it’s pavlovian at this point. He enters the apartment, smells the candles and gets unimaginably horny. He takes his shoes off, before moving any further, but once they’re off he leaves Shane at the front door and lets himself wander. He passes the brown leather couch. They hadn’t gotten further than this point the last time he was there. They had fallen onto the couch right away. He bites his lip as he passes it, remembering how Shane had tentatively reached back with one hand and had said: “You can go harder if you want.” He had said it with his eyes tightly shut. Ilya didn’t need to be told twice, held him down and fucked him hard. He made sure to keep his own eyes open though, fixed on Shane’s face for any sign of unease or discomfort. It was a great night. “Did you get a haircut?” Shane then asks. Ilya turns to look at him, hand going up to his hair without thinking. “Couple days ago,” Ilya says. “You like it?” “It looks good,” Shane says, like it’s a forced admission. Shane then closes the gap between them, placing his hands right above Ilya’s hips. “No, it looks nice, pushed back like that,” he then says, more earnestly. Ilya thinks it’s so interesting how he gives these earnest answers when they are nose to nose and gets all snappy when there is too much space between them. Shane doesn’t give out a lot of compliments, so Ilya doesn’t respond. He’s sure he’ll ruin it if he does. But his silence is barely noticeable, because Shane kisses him and Ilya kisses him back eagerly, hands coming up to Shane’s face. Ilya feels his shoulders hit the glass panel of the staircase that heads up to Shane’s bedroom. And he can feel it in that very first kiss, that Shane is as hungry for this as he is. Shane’s hands start tugging on Ilya’s shirt immediately, and Ilya is more than happy to get rid of it. He laughs when Shane refuses to stop kissing him as he leads him up the stairs. Shane still has each and every one of those pillows, even though Ilya now knows he removes half of them everytime he goes to bed, just to put them all back again when he makes the bed in the morning. Something about liking the symmetrie. Ilya makes sure Shane gets fully undressed as he drops his own jeans and underwear, and then makes himself comfortable on the bed as Shane neatly puts the clothes on the chair. It only takes a second and Ilya thinks it is cute every single time. “Come lie down with me,” Ilya says, unnecessarily. But he knows Shane likes the clarity to start with. It’s a fine line Ilya is still figuring out. Shane likes direction, but he doesn’t like being treated like a prude. Likes being bossed around and being put in position, but doesn’t like feeling used. Ilya learns something new about him every time they get together. About the way he likes to have sex at least. Shane lies down next to him, on his side like Ilya, propped up on one elbow. Shane kisses him first again, running a hand up and down his chest, fingers flicking over his nipple, grazing over his chest hair. Ilya has to touch, too. He places a firm hand on Shane’s ass, pulling him close enough for their cocks to slide over each other. They both react to it simultaneously, pulling a little chuckle out of them. Shane’s smile is sweet like honey, even when he looks away. It gives Ilya an idea. He manoeuvres Shane onto his back and gets on top of him. He uses his hands to align their cocks and then gently grinds down. It elicits the exact reaction Ilya was hoping for. “Feels good?” he asks softly, just to make Shane think about it for that moment. Shane nods, looking up at him with both his hands on Ilya’s shoulders. “Feels really good,” he says, voice a few notches deeper than usual. Ilya grinds down again, repeating his movements at a steady pace. Shane lets one hand travel up to Ilya’s head and pulls him down for a long, openmouthed kiss, until he finally stops Ilya with both hands on Ilya’s hips and a small shake of his head. “I can’t keep this up much longer, I’m going to…”
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Ilya drops to his knees in front of him and Shane’s eyebrows just about jump off his face. “Ilya!” He hisses, but the other just starts working on taking off Shane’s shoes, and when his shoes are off his large fingers start working Shane’s calves, kneading and massaging the stiffness from the game out. Shane holds back his satisfied moan, Ilya’s fingers working wonders on his tense muscles but his eyes keep flicking between the door and the man on his knees in front of him. Or, after the All-Star game, Ilya helps Shane rest his muscles and ease his tensions.
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all I can breathe is your life by tangledsynapse
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-10
“Shane takes a deep breath and flexes his fingers in the fabric of the hoodie as he tries to find the words, tries to be brave to ask for what he wants. He’s pretty sure Ilya would try to give him the world, would give him the last breath out of his lungs if he asked. And honestly? He’s not sure whether that makes this any easier. He’s used to struggling in silence—they both are—and he’s had to learn how to ask, how to make his wants and needs known. And, today, what Shane wants is to be taken out of his head for a little bit.” Shane’s been having a stressful season. Ilya knows just how to get Shane feeling better.
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Where Ilya is, Shane is Home by StuffandStuff18
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-10
Shane and Ilya are still figuring out what it means to be together. No one knows about their relationship except Shane’s parents and his friend Rose. Shane is under heavy pressure after his team loses a string of hockey games, on top of a recent autism diagnosis and the fear of how people might react if his relationship with Ilya ever became public. After yet another loss, Shane comes home to find Ilya waiting for him, determined to give him one night where nothing else matters.
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“I had an idea,” Ilya says. He puts his hand on the back of Shane’s head and holds him in place. Shane hums a question and works his tongue into the underside of Ilya’s cock. “Maybe you only come when you are like this. With your mouth on my cock.”
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“Any special someone you’re planning to celebrate the win with?” Ilya takes a moment to think. “Ah, my dog, Anya. She is very special to me.” He pauses, then, “So is her pretty pet sitter.” Shane’s jaw drops. or, shane is anya's dog walker and occasional pet sitter. her owner, on the other hand, makes being professional extremely difficult.
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blame it all on the weather by hnjsngluvr69
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
This thing with Rozanov – it's gotten a little out of hand. It started years ago, when they were both new on the job and stupidly nervous. They'd ended up at the same hotel during a series of clippers somewhere in Ontario, and somehow a night of griping about the realities of field reporting ended with Shane spread out in Ilya's bed. or, Shane and Ilya are field reporters for rival weather channels who keep ending up in bed together.
- Part 3 of hollanov <3
- Part 1 of heated meteorology
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Ilya rails Shane into the headboard (literally) or Shane gets his bell rung - again.
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“I’m coming to the cottage,” Shane heard when he answered his phone. He was momentarily stunned, he hadn’t expected Ilya to bring it up again himself, let alone say yes so easily. “Shane, are you there? Or ehm, if you don’t want me to come anymore, that’s okay too,” he heard Ilya stammer. “No!” Shane exclaimed quickly. “I definitely want you to come!” “Oh, thank goodness, for a minute I thought I’d made a fool of myself, because you didn’t remember even asking me or something. You did seem pretty high when you did.” Shane laughed at that. “I was very high, but not just on the meds,” he said. “Well Mr. Hollander, are you flirting with me?” Ilya exclaimed and then he giggled. He actually giggled and the sound made Shane feel weak in the knees. “What if I am?” he breathed out. “You have lot of talk,” Ilya replied, and Shane could almost hear him smirking. “Maybe you should put your hands where your mouth is!” Shane barked out a laugh. “What?” Ilya asked, confused. “Is that not the saying?” “It’s ‘Put your money where your mouth is’,” Shane replied, laughing. Or where Ilya comes to the cottage, but is he ready for the secrets Shane has been keeping?
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i feel the rush, addicted to your touch by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-09
Pretty much the second Shane closed the car door, Ilya pounced on him, pulling him into a deep kiss like a man possessed. Shane made a little noise of surprise in the back of his throat before leaning into the kiss, allowing Ilya to explore his mouth with his tongue. “Not that I’m complaining,” Shane said, panting a little as he pulled away for air. “but what prompted this?” Ilya just hummed in the back of his throat, starting the car up. Music from his chill playlist permeated the car at a low volume. He started the drive back to their home, one thing on his mind. “Have I ever told you that you sound very hot when you speak French?” Ilya asked casually. He was going a little over the speed limit. Shane, for once, didn’t scold Ilya, instead too busy sputtering at Ilya’s words. “Seriously? That’s what has you hot and bothered?” Shane asked disbelievingly. or: ilya thinks its really, *really* hot when shane speaks french
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