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  1. Baby, Bend Over by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2026-02-22

    Shane is convinced that Ilya Rozanov—captain of the Boston Bears and Shane’s newest student—hates him.

    Ilya joined Shane's yoga class specifically to get closer to the hot instructor, but every attempt at flirting only seems to make things worse.

    Neither of them has any idea the other is completely in love with them.

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  2. downward dog by

    Heated Rivalry (TV)
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    2026-02-08

    Ilya nearly loses it when Shane demonstrates the ‘plow’, his legs over his head and ass fully suspended in the air. He swears he pops a vein when Shane is in a reclined middle split—now that’s just cruel to his psyche. However, nothing could’ve prepared Ilya for— “The downward dog,” Shane announces their last stretch of the day, “A classic that I’m sure all of you know. An easy pose right before our cooldown.” Sure, the pose itself was easy enough. So easy, in fact, that Shane gets into the position without second thought. He’s faced down, and his ass was flexed upwards, and his cheeks were flushed red, and well, fuck. Great, if it wasn’t obvious enough that Ilya was having a mental hard-on at the thought of Shane Hollander on his fours in a very different context outside of the yoga studio, then the thin material of his gym shorts surely betrayed him. Or, Ilya attends a yoga class for the first time.

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  3. On the Grassy Shore by

    Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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    2025-12-23

    At the cottage, Ilya Rozanov asked Shane Hollander to practice yoga. Taking another long sip from his bottle of cold beer, Ilya grinned. “Hey, Hollander,” he said in an upbeat voice, “where’s your yoga mat? I haven’t seen it.” Even though Shane was wearing sunglasses in the lazy afternoon light as he leaned down to check out the stove to prepare for dinner, Ilya could bet that Shane was rolling his eyes. “Please tell me you aren’t thinking about that stupid house tour again. Why?” “Why not?” Ilya shrugged. “Learned some new words too. ‘Fortress of solitude,’ am I saying it right?” he pronounced carefully, not wanting to mess up any syllable. “Because I still can’t believe you watched the whole damn thing!” Shane threw a rag resting on the grill’s handle to Ilya, who caught it easily only to toss it aside. “I did. I want to see it.” Shane turned around sharply to stare at Ilya. “See what? Me doing yoga?” A larger grin, almost wicked, was expanding on Ilya’s face. He knew how Shane loved it when he smiled like that—just a matter of time before Shane gave in. “Oh yes. You showed it to the camera crew. You can show it to me.” And Shane was already blushing. “All right,” Shane mumbled, moving his eyes away from Ilya’s face and starting to walk indoors. “I’ll be right back.” Ilya tried to hide his excitement by nodding slightly and drinking the beer again. A minute later, Shane reappeared with the light blue yoga mat, the same one that Ilya saw on his tv in Boston, and spread it on the grass. Ilya shook his head and clicked his tongue loudly. Shane paused, looking up with raised brows. “No, no, it’s wrong. Turn it to the side,” Ilya instructed. “I need the same angle.” Shane chuckled, “Asshole.” Nevertheless, he moved the yoga mat, and Ilya nodded with approval. What happened next was so mesmerizing that Ilya nearly let the bottle of beer slip through his fingers several times. Fucking hell, Shane was taking off his sunglasses, shoes, and socks. Then, he was on his stomach, legs flat as he hoisted his torso with the bulging muscles of his arms. And Shane got on one foot and stretched, his toned arms glistening under the sun. Each pose was meticulous, and Ilya felt like he was in a classroom in a high-end yoga studio. Instinctively, he held his breath and leaned forward in his Adirondack chair, his sunglasses unable to hide the intensity of the gaze underneath. When Shane turned around to face the lake, away from Ilya, and reached down, his tight, round buttocks flush against his shorts were too much. Okay. That was it! Ilya decided. In a flash, he carelessly put down his sunglasses, then the bottle, not caring that it fell and the rest of his drink spilled into the grass. He bridged the distance between them, kicked aside his sandals, and stepped on the mat to stand behind Shane. Shane wasn’t done with the last pose. He sucked in a breath when Ilya touched his stomach, pulling him in. “Want to learn yoga?” Shane laughed, leaning back into Ilya’s strong chest. “Yes. Maybe. I don’t care.” Ilya didn’t want to think about English words anymore. He wanted to pin Shane down on his slutty yoga mat that he dared to show to the whole world and fuck him. Turning to face Ilya, Shane smiled. The light breeze, sweet like lemonade, lifted a strand of hair by Shane’s ear. His hair was a little longer now compared to his look during the season, and Ilya loved it. And the light brown in Shane’s eyes as they reflected the sunlight was as tasty as honey. Ilya leaned in to kiss that adorable strand of hair, eyes taking in the bridge of freckles on Shane’s face. “You’re too cute,” Ilya said. Shane blushed and kissed Ilya back on the lips. But their touches on each other’s arms and chest soon became heated in the summer sun. Shane pulled off his tank top, and Ilya, not wearing anything on his chest to begin with, helped him throw it aside. “Show me more yoga,” Ilya murmured and turned Shane around, making them both get down. When Ilya towered over Shane, who was on his hands and knees, he tried to protest:

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