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contains spoilers for The Long Game Five people who found out about Shane and Ilya before the video, and one who was taken by surprise.
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I Would Give You the Moon (But This Will Do) by nomsy
Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-01-10
“You sound very horny, but you don’t know what is your present,” Ilya points out. “Could be nice pillow. Maybe a houseplant.” “Rozanov.” Ilya laughs. “Is not a houseplant,” he says. --- The first time Ilya gives Shane a sex toy as a present.
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“Or Mexico,” Ilya says. “So you can be so boring and not drink tequila.” He expects Shane to maybe laugh, or get bossy and tell Ilya to get on with it. He does not expect him to go stock- still in his arms and fall completely silent. “Shane?” “I – I,” Shane stammers. “I don’t want to go there.” He doesn’t sound happy any more, at all. He sounds scared and confused. Ilya’s mind has started to race but he forces his voice to stay calm. He has only heard Shane mention Mexico twice, once to say his parents were going there on holiday. Once when Ilya asked about other men Shane’s been with. --- Ilya and Shane talk about Shane's encounter with another guy that time in Mexico. Shane doesn't have good memories. Ilya takes care of him.
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“Shane,” Ilya whispers. “Yes?” “What is wrong?” “Nothing,” Shane says. “It’s great.” “Hollander. You look like you will throw up or cry into fire. Both will ruin mood.” --- Shane and Ilya have to leave the cottage eventually. Shane spirals about it. Ilya makes it better. Shane is trying very much to enjoy his last evening with Ilya at the cottage. He is trying so much that he feels queasy. All he can think about as Ilya strokes his back and kisses his hair while they sit by the fire, is less than fourteen hours now. Thirteen and a half. Thirteen and a quarter. He can’t bear thinking of Ilya leaving, but he also can’t not think about it for even a second. “Shane,” Ilya whispers. “Yes?” “What is wrong?” “Nothing,” Shane says. “It’s great.” “Hollander. You look like you will throw up or cry into fire. Both will ruin mood.” And Shane definitely can’t tell Ilya what’s actually wrong because then he won’t just have ruined what’s left of the mood, he’ll have completely destroyed it, and then Shane fucking up will cast a shadow over their entire time here and Ilya will always think that it wasn’t actually that good and maybe he won’t want to come back, ever, and - “Shane. You said to say what we really feel while we are here. Say what you need.” “Fuck me,” Shane says. “Make me stop thinking about tomorrow.” Ilya kisses him, softly. “Okay,” he says. “Would you like it if I take these dishes inside and clean up and you go to bed and get yourself ready for me?” A gasp escapes Shane’s mouth, he can’t help it. The thought of lying in his bed, opening himself up while Ilya is loading the dishwasher down the hall, has him half-hard already. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yeah, I’d like that.” Ilya grins, and kisses him again. “Get started. I will see you in few minutes.” Only once he’s naked and fucking himself open with two fingers does Shane realise that he left the bedroom door wide open. It wasn’t on purpose, not really, except somehow it was. He can hear the clinks of cutlery and plates, the sliding of the dishwasher racks. He closes his eyes and pictures Ilya moving around the kitchen, unhurried, sure that Shane will be ready exactly when Ilya will want him. Shane still can hardly believe that Ilya is here, much less how settled he seems. But he won’t be settled here any more in thirteen hours. Shane forces his thoughts back to the present. Ilya will be with him soon. Shane wants to be ready, wants Ilya to be proud of him. Ilya will make him forget all about tomorrow. Just the anticipation is driving Shane wild. He wraps his free hand around his cock, stroking himself a couple of times, just to take the edge off a little. It doesn’t work, and he ends up moaning more loudly than he intended. He hears Ilya laugh from across the hallway. “Hollander, slow down. I still have to soak pans!” “Asshole,” Shane shouts. He opens his eyes again to glare at the open door. “Fucking hurry!” “No,” Ilya calls back to him. “Have to be thorough. Otherwise will be nightmare to clean. You like everything very clean, no?” Shane groans, half in frustration, half in arousal. But he can’t tell Ilya not to soak the pans. They can’t just leave them out on the counter all night without soaking them. That would be crazy. “Maybe I stay in kitchen for a while,” Ilya sing-songs. “Make cup of tea. Ah, here is camomile. Very healthy. You want tea?” “Fuck you, Rozanov!” Ilya laughs again. “So impatient, Hollander. I told you, slow down.” Shane curses some more but obeys, stops working himself open and just brushes his fingers over the most sensitive spots, sighing and enjoying the sensation, little sparks up his spine. And soon Ilya will be here. Soon Ilya will take Shane out of his head, and maybe they’ll say I love you again. Maybe Ilya will say it in Russian again, too. Ya tebya lyublyu. Shane looked it up the other day. He plans to practise saying it until he thinks it sounds okay, as close to Ilya’s pronunciation as he can manage. Then he’ll say it back to Ilya, so Ilya can hear that Shane loves him in his own language. He loses himself a little, floating for a couple of minutes, maybe longer. Eventually, he hears Ilya’s steps and comes out of it, starting to panic. He’s not ready yet. He got too distracted, too calm, enjoyed himself too much, stopped focusing on the objective. He was meant to get himself ready for Ilya to be able to fuck him straight away, and now he isn’t. Ilya looks stunning stepping into the room, framed by the light shining in through the doorway behind him. He’s already lost most of his clothes in the hallway by the look of things. He kneels on the bed, hungrily raking his eyes over Shane. “Sorry,” Shane whispers. “I was too slow, I’m not quite there yet -” “Hollander,” Ilya says firmly. “Is no hurry. I told you to slow down. You slowed down. You are perfect. Always, always good for me.” Shane has no idea why the words hit like they do, but fuck do they ever. He starts up properly again, arching his spine, pushing back against his own fingers. “Fucking gorgeous,” Ilya murmurs.
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“What, do they think I’m not checking my phone when I know they’re planning to be here around five?” Shane asks. “I wanted them to text once, not to spam me.” “Is good for them to do,” Ilya points out. “Imagine if they had planned being one hour early. You were not checking then.” Shane blushes and Ilya smirks at him. “Well, that was your fault,” Shane says. --- Shane and Ilya's dinner with Shane's parents after episode 6. Shane’s parents text their ETA forty-five, thirty, and fifteen minutes before their arrival at the cottage. “What, do they think I’m not checking my phone when I know they’re planning to be here around five?” Shane asks. “I wanted them to text once, not to spam me.” “Is good for them to do,” Ilya points out. “Imagine if they had planned being one hour early. You were not checking then.” Shane blushes and Ilya smirks at him. “Well, that was your fault,” Shane says. “My fault I gave you best blowjob of your life?” “I don’t know about that, I’ve had some pretty good blowjobs,” Shane says. “Yes,” Ilya says, backing Shane up against the kitchen counter and bracketing him with his arms. “From me.” “Not only you.” “Only good ones were from me. I know this. You know this.” “Fuck you,” Shane says, which means yes. “Maybe,” Ilya murmurs, “I need to show you again. Remind you. Break my own record for giving the best blowjob Shane Hollander ever had.” Shane kisses him, desperate and urgent, but unfortunately they're interrupted by his phone buzzing and the sound of a car pulling up outside. “Oh my god, they just texted again,” Shane says. “I already responded the last two times.” “Tell them five minutes,” Ilya says, pressing a kiss to Shane’s neck. As he hoped, Shane squirms. Ilya has no intention to actually make Shane’s parents wait in the car while he gives Shane another blowjob, but he loves how Shane gets when Ilya teases him. “No way,” Shane says, typing. “I’m telling them to come in. Just be aware it will be like this whenever we see them, I guess.” Ilya grins. Honestly, after he got over the initial shock and awkwardness, he pretty much had the time of his life at Shane’s parent’s place. It felt nice not to hide, and to be with people who seemed to like his being there well enough, and to be able to show how fucking proud he was of Shane without fear. Combined with the vodka and the pasta, Ilya thinks they pretty much all got off to the best start possible. They hear the front door open, and then Shane’s parents’ voices. “Hello? Shane? Ilya? It’s us!” “It’s mom and dad! We’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” “They think we have to be in bedroom to fuck? That we cannot be fucking in the kitchen?” Ilya whispers. Shane’s eyes go wide and he makes a sort of frantic shushing noise. Ilya loves him so damn much. He presses a kiss to Shane’s temple, takes a step back and lets him out of his arms. “We’re already in the kitchen, it’s fine, you can come in,” Shane calls towards his parents. “Please don’t act like we traumatised you or something, Dad.” “Just being respectful,” David says, as he steps into the kitchen, Yuna close behind him. Yuna is carrying several tupperware boxes filled with different foods. David is holding a bottle of vodka. No offence to Shane’s mom, but Ilya knows who he is bonding with more out of the two of them so far. “Figured I’d bring this,” David says, smiling, holding the bottle out to Ilya. “Thank you,” Ilya says. “I will put it in freezer until dinner.” He makes sure to open the freezer only when David is not looking, so he won’t see that Ilya has better vodka in there that he brought to the cottage. Ilya doesn’t want to make David feel like the gift isn’t special or appreciated. Shane is going through Yuna’s boxes. “Mom,” he says. “Who is supposed to eat all of this?” “I can leave the leftovers with you,” Yuna says. “Make sure you have enough proper food for the next couple of days.” “I have plenty of proper food here,” Shane says. “I cooked burgers! They weren’t even macrobiotic.” “Is true,” Ilya says. “We have been eating tasty things.” He winks at Shane when his parents aren’t looking. Shane scowls but he blushes, too. “That’s great,” Yuna says. “It’s good to have comfort food once in a while even as an athlete. Shane needs to relax sometimes and enjoy himself.” “I make sure. Is no problem.” “Okay!” Shane says loudly, grabbing a tupperware box of chicken. “I will take these to the barbecue. Ilya?” Ilya follows him outside, grinning.
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