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Ilya is watching the sun rise over the lake at the cottage when Shane joins him and makes a little request. “So, I was wondering…next time we fuck…would you like to, uh, skip the condom? Because I’ve been thinking about feeling you skin-to-skin inside me for a while now, and it’s been driving me—” Shane did not get a chance to complete his sentence because Ilya had hauled him over and was giving him a kiss, fierce and biting and ravenous. After many glorious moments of kissing, the sun warm on their cheeks, Ilya pulled back. Shane licked his lips and gave Ilya a darting glance before looking away. “Anyway, yeah, it’s been driving me insane,” he said, and cleared his throat. “Well now that you said it, it makes me insane too,” Ilya replied. “Come.” He stood and hauled Shane up along with him. “Chop chop, Hollander. No time to waste.”
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“Three weeks ago, I sent a message that says you need to wait to come,” he says, leaning down to nip at Shane’s earlobe, kiss his chin and neck. “I knew you would do it, because you are perfect. I did not doubt this for a second.” Ilya props himself up on his knees and one arm above Shane so that he can worm his hand into the waistband of Shane’s boxers. Shane squirms slightly, reaching up to try and capture Ilya’s lips with his. “So now I will give you a reward. You will come until you feel like maybe you will never come again, and when we are done, I will wash you and tuck you into bed.” OR Ilya tells Shane not to come until they see each other again in three weeks.
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Shane adjusted his tie for the third time, his skin prickling with awareness of the toy nestled deep inside him. Shane's muscles tensed under his shirt, his reactive nature making him hyper-aware of the remote tucked in Ilya's pocket. Ilya leaned close as he passed, his breath warm against Shane's ear. “Behave,” Shane's voice cracks. "I-I'm fine, just a h-headache." The lie burns in his throat as he forces a smile, his hand trembling against the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at Hayden. Completely unaware of the hand climbing Shane’s inner thigh, fingers pressing into the tender flesh just below his groin. Shane's pulse hammers against his collar as sweat beads at his hairline. Shane's adam' s apple lurches violently. He can feel Ilya's smirk burning into his profile without looking. He bites down on his tongue, tasting copper. Ilya's presence sears into his left side, while his other hand makes a show of adjusting something in his pocket. The vibrations suddenly intensify, sending a violent shudder through Shane's core. His vision blurs at the edges. Shooting electricity up his spine. His knuckles go white against the leather seat. His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip as Ilya's grip becomes bruising, fingers digging into the flesh through the soft black material. Leaning in, hot breath scorching Shane's ear: " Get yourself together, Hollander," each syllable dripping with that Russian growl that makes Shane pathetically weak. Fucking. Sadistic. Asshole. And all because of one goddamn bet. Only two hours earlier he was in the comfort of his own home. Steam billows from the bathroom as the door swings open. Ilya emerges, towel riding dangerously low on sharp hip bones, droplets racing down the planes of his chest and disappearing beneath the white terry cloth. Shane's fingers trace the edges of a small brown parcel on the kitchen counter. Ilya Rozanov, the label reads in neat block letters. Below that: Shane's address, his apartment number. Ilya freezes mid-step. The corner of his mouth twitches upward. "This showed up today." Shane lifts the box slightly. "Your name. My place." Ilya's bare feet pad across the hardwood. He plucks the package from Shane's grip with long fingers, his knuckles brushing Shane's palm. "Mine," he says, placing it on the far edge of the counter, just beyond Shane's reach. "So I don't get to see what's inside?" Ilya reaches for a pair of grey joggers draped over the arm of the couch, pulling them on with a fluid motion. "It's for you, actually." Shane's stomach flips. The NHL26 loading screen bathes their faces in blue light as they sink into the sofa, controllers in hand. Shane's eyes dart to the kitchen every thirty seconds. The box sits there, taunting him. His birthday was ages ago, their anniversary wasn’t for another couple months, Today is... nothing. His player skates past the puck. Again. The controller vibrates with another missed opportunity. Ilya's score climbs: 3-0, 5-0, 7-0.
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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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папочка by Allhallowstheark
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, heated rivalry - Fandom
2025-12-27
“How is your father?” He asked, looking at Ilya’s incredibly neutral expression. “Ah you speak Russian now?” “I know the word for Father.” -------- Exploring why Shane knows the Russian word for Father.
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Russian Science Wins by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-24
“Russians don’t blush, starshine.”
“And guys don’t squirt, Ilya.”
A snowboarding trip turns into a filthy, intimate challenge when Ilya decides to prove a point—repeatedly—in the most overwhelming ways possible.
- Part 4 of Cross-Checked & Kissed (smut oneshots)
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takes a bit more by idioticthoughts
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
An alternate universe in which Shane brings Rose to Tampa. Ilya isn’t jealous. No, really. He’s not. Or, a bit of canon-divergence for the sake of some extra angst and dom/sub Hollanov.
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Shane and Ilya came out as a couple and started playing for the same team. They get to travel together now. Ilya wants to have some fun, and Shane can't say no to his boyfriend. That's how he ends up with a plug in his ass on an airplane surrounded by teammates.
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Another Way to Worship by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-22
If you've read Appeasing the Hockey Gods - this is Scott worshiping Kip for the Hockey Gods. Kip offers up Anything Scott wants. And what Scot wants is to tie his man up and worship him, until Kip is begging to come.
If you haven't read Appeasing the Hockey Gods - this is Scott tying Kip to the bed and worshipping Kip ;) but also go read Appeasing the Hockey Gods for the fluffy coming out before this scene that has way to many weird Smoothie names.
- Part 2 of Appeasing the Hockey Gods
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take my time with you by multi_yohanna
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-16
“I want to take things slow tonight.” Ilya added, lifting his shoulder in a small shrug. “O-okay?” Shane whispered, even more confused than before. “We always rush. There's never enough time, it's always from zero to hundred with us.” Ilya said, bringing his hands up to cup Shane's face. Shane melted into the touch immediately, feeling his anxiety recede bit by bit. “Now there is no need to rush. We have time. All of it. And I want—I want to take my time with you.” Ilya’s voice was low and husky, and Shane exhaled a shuddering breath. “Will you let me?” Ilya asked, and Shane nodded immediately. He would let this man do anything he wanted to him. With zero hesitation. OR After coming out to Shane’s parents and making a plan for the future, Shane and Ilya have a few days to practice what being with each other without any rush or looming deadlines feels like. One night, Ilya decides to take things slow and show Shane exactly what he feels for him.
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"Please," Shane moaned, moving his hips in a circular motion. "Please make me—" He was cut off when Ilya’s hand squeezed his throat, Shane’s head starting to rush sending pleasure in between his thighs. "What'd I tell you last time, Shane?" "That you make the rules." Shane whined. "That I make the rules," He repeated softly. "So you take what I give you with a 'thank you' and you don't ask for more." Days after the birthday dilemma, Shane was feeling a bit mischievous. He hadn’t had the birthday sex he wanted, his boyfriend was currently keeping him at arms length, and he was sure he could break through Ilya’s tough exterior. No matter how stubborn and unrelenting Ilya could be, Shane would always be one thousand times worse. Currently sitting at the dining table, Ilya had a book in his hands and glasses on his face— glasses that had Shane dreaming of very dirty things. Walking behind him, Shane wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, resting his chin on his shoulder. “What’re you doing?” “Reading.” “What’re you reading?” “A book.” A puff of air left Shane at Ilya’s dry tone, and a small smile lifted his lips when a plan to break him came to mind. Shifting his body just slightly, Shane slowly trailed his right hand down his boyfriend’s chest, making sure his fingers slid under the holes of his button down, his short nails slightly scratching at the skin before making their way to the top of his jeans. Unaffected—or trying to be—Ilya stayed silent, continuing to read. “Put that book down,” Shane said softly into Ilya’s ear, his teeth nipping at the shell of it. “I promise…I’m far more interesting.” “I doubt that.” Unwavering, Shane continued his torment. Using his left hand, he grabbed onto Ilya’s jaw, tilting it to the left so that his neck was exposed. It was rare that Shane took charge like this, often leaving it all up to Ilya to control. Shane was so independent in his life. His meals, his workout, his entire career was picked apart and planned to its last minute. So when he had sex—correction. When sex happened with Ilya, Shane would often let him take the lead, enjoying the ability to let go. To not have to think about what to do, how to react. He could just feel and take and be in the moment. Some would call this submissive, but Shane just viewed it as his lifestyle. Pressing a soft kiss behind his ear, Shane began trailing identical ones down, lining the column of his throat with open mouthed, hot kisses. Stopping at a particular spot he knew would work on Ilya, Shane began sucking the skin greedily, his other hand still rubbing his boyfriend’s chest, his fingers rifling up Ilya’s button down so it no longer tucked into his pants. “How about now?” Shane murmured. “Is that book still interesting?” It took a beat before Ilya could respond. When he did, his breath hitched just slightly in his throat but Shane immediately caught onto that, smirking against his skin. “Y-es.” “I see…” Shane said, feigning a sigh. “It’s too bad. I was going to let you sit in that chair all pretty while I did all the work. But if you’d still like to read…well, I guess I can’t stop you.” “Your hand is still on my dick.” “Is it?” Shane asked, pretending to be shocked. “Oh my—what’s that doing there?” It was even rarer that Shane could control their play for this long, usually Ilya would take the reins by now and press him against the nearest surface, fucking Shane stupid. Instead of removing his hand, however, Shane palmed the front of Ilya’s pants, feeling him grow harder with every touch. He smiled wide, exhilarated at the prospect that he was the one to make Ilya feel this way. A thud sounded before a hand had gripped Shane’s, pausing his movements on his dick. Shane, just slightly alarmed, looked down at his boyfriend to see that his book was gone from his hand and instead, his expression was replaced with something heeded. Something dark. Something that dug deep into Shane’s stomach, burning him from the inside out. Easily, Ilya had twisted his body and grabbed onto Shane’s waist, manhandling him so that he was standing in between his legs. A breath left Shane as he placed his hands on Ilya’s shoulders for stability, staring down into his boyfriend’s eyes. He watched him thoughtfully. Red dusted Ilya’s cheeks, his eyes glazed over deliciously, and his neck covered in hickey’s that left Shane feeling very satisfied. Instead of backing down, Shane took one hand off of Ilya’s shoulder, using it to grab his boyfriend’s jaw again and lift it up so that Ilya was forced into whatever position Shane wanted him to be in. Leaning down, Shane gently pulled off Ilya’s glasses, setting them on the table behind him before capturing his lips in a soft kiss.
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“Can you still stay the night?”
“Yes,” Ilya says quickly, nodding into Shane’s neck. “I will stay the night.”
I will stay forever, he doesn’t say. Just ask me, and I will do it.
- Part 2 of Мой сладкий мальчик
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with a temper like you by starblushed
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-05
Lily: What did Hunter say to piss you off? Me: What? Lily: You got in a fight with him last night. Lily: Why? Ilya confronts Shane after the fight with Scott Hunter on the ice, and edges the truth out of him.
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