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Ilya is fairly certain that you don’t accidentally walk in on your roommate half naked this often. Shane, for his part, seems completely uninterested in correcting that assumption. The semester has only just started and Rozanov has lost count of how many times hes walked in on Hollander getting dressed in their dorm room. Its becoming a bit of a problem. "Stop making this habit, Hollander," he groans and raises his hand to his eyes. But he allows himself a small gap between his fingers to get a look without his roommate noticing. Across the room, Hollander stands in a white towel and is frantically pushing clothes around on his bed to presumably find something to wear. He shifts and leans awkwardly, his towel opening to reveal a long stretch of muscled leg and the curve of Hollanders ass. "I swear, Im not," he says defensively. "You just have terrible timing." "Change in washroom. Like others," Rozanov mumbles. And he peeks again despite himself but immediately regrets it and snaps his fingers closed when he catches a quick glimpse of the dark hair between Hollander's thighs and the length of his soft cock. Feeling like being an asshole, and also maybe hoping to see more, Rozanov drops his hand and gives Hollander a once over. Hes blushing now and piling a shirt and pair of trousers into his arms. "You could just knock, like a normal person." "Is my room too, Hollander," he says, temper rising at the notion. "I know that, but still. Ease up, eh?" "Easel up, eh?" Rozanov mocks his accent back and makes his way over to his side of the room. Hollander just huffs and with a final survey of his bed, he finds a white pair of socks and makes a beeline for their shared washroom. "I'm going to get dressed in the washroom, now." “Good job, Hollander,” Rozanov calls after him. “Here is gold star for you.” When the sound of water starts in the bathroom, probably Hollander brushing his teeth or shaving his non existent facial hair, Ilya takes off his own hoodie. His fingers dig into the dark green material and he pulls it over his head and tosses it down onto the floor beside his bed. Next he tugs off his shirt, a simple t-shirt, white and featuring a Canadian band he liked as a kid, Billy Talent. Something he listened to a lot on his walkman, enjoying the way the English rolled around in his mind. He rubs his rough hands down the center of his torso, up and down the planes of skin and then he thinks... Maybe, perhaps, Hollander could do with a taste of his own medicine. Rozanov would be lying if he claimed he hadn’t imagined it before. Hollander flustered and pink, probably caught off guard. Hollander looking at him like that. The sight of him in a towel alone is enough to wind something tight and aching in Rozanov’s gut. If Hollander pushed--if he teased-- Preferably beneath him. The bathroom door opens. Hollander steps back into the room, fully dressed now, hair neatly combed. He stops short when he sees Rozanov shirtless on his bed. “Why are you undressed?” Hollander asks. “You just gave me shit about that. Like, two minutes ago.” He smells like mint and coconut and Rozanov hates that he knows that. Rozanov pulls his hand from his abdomen which has by now trailed far lower than he intended, "Is nothing. Leave me alone, Hollander." Brown eyes fall to where Ilyas hips sit in his jeans and he catches onto Hollanders eyes to let him know hes been caught. "Okay," is all he says, and settles into his bed. The next evening, Rozanov waits in their room. He knows that Hollander is supposed to be back from an extra hockey practise shortly. And he also knows that he'll be filled with adrenaline, his hair and skin damp with sweat. Thinking about it has him half hard in his trousers already. Eagerly, he shimmies out of them until theyre pooled around his ankles and he unbuttons his shirt with trembling fingers. The shirt finds its way to the floor. In only his white boxers and socks, he sits up on the edge of his bed. From his nightstand, he takes out a magazine he keeps burried under a pile of nonsense school work.
- Part 7 of heated rivalry: explicit collection
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it's more than a dream, it's more than desire by EmberGlows
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
“If you wanted to be more… dominant. With me. I would…” Shane was sure his flush was spreading away from his cheeks down his neck and towards his chest. “I would like that. I would really like that.” He was barely aware he’d screwed his eyes shut in flustered embarrassment until Ilya, after a moment of silence, murmured his first name again. Shane opened them, dragged his eyes towards the screen, and felt his mouth go dry. Ilya was rubbing his fingers thoughtfully against the seam of his plush lips. His eyes looked dark, lust obvious. “You like being submissive for me, Hollander?” Of fucking course Ilya would know that word. Ilya had another day left in Moscow. Shane couldn’t stop thinking about him. (Or, oddly enough, Wayne Gretzky.)
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Angry Kitten = Shane Hollander by AkirasStories
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
You: Why are you sending me pictures of cats? Lily: its not cat You: Yes, Rozanov, that is a cat. Lily: no Lily: is angry kitten Lily: like you --- or: ilya sends those angry kittten pics to shane.
- Part 7 of Hollanov Drabbles
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everything was icy and blue by railmedaddy
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-27
Two hockey bros accidentally book the same cabin for Christmas, oh my.
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It used to worry Shane. In the early days of their heated rivalry, where the line between fucking and frenemies had started to get shaky and blurred, he used to lie awake at night wondering what Ilya saw in him. If he used to lurk in the murky depths of online gossip columns to read about Boston Raiders Captain Ilya Rozanov’s latest speculated flings with supermodels and upcoming song writing prodigies; well, that information was between him and his internet cookies and that’s where it was going to stay. It was hard not to compare himself though. All of Ilya’s previous known partners (and there were many of them) were tall, razor thin and packing a stunning pair of perfectly round elevated breasts. Shane has none of these qualities. He’s not particularly tall - at least by the standards of ice hockey players - he’s stocky, and he is pretty positive that he does not possess a rack. And yet. And yet, Ilya cannot seem to keep his hands away from Shane’s chest. __ Shane notices Ilya's obsession with his chest. He decides to go along for the ride.
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Every moment I'm callin', you should know that I'm all in by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-22
Shane rolls his eyes. Ilya chuckles. He’s finished his pizza so he leans back in his chair, watching his boyfriend do his skin care. “You are lucky you are very cute,” Ilya tells him. Ilya loves the way Shane gets all shy and smiley when he compliments him. “You don’t have to watch me do my skin care,” Shane tells him as he uses some kind of rolling thing on his face. “No, but I want to see you and you are doing skin care so I watch you do it,” Ilya says. “But you have too many steps,” he adds after seeing the cute blush on Shane’s face. OR Ilya FaceTimes Shane one night and catches him in the middle of his skin care routine where he decides to tease Ilya during it.
- Part 1 of Pleasing: The Series
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Really, he reasons with himself, the chances that Shane will answer are very small. And when he sees the missed call, he will probably assume that it was an accidental call and forget about it. In six weeks Boston will be in Montreal and Ilya will go to Shane's weird building with the murder alley and fuck Shane until neither of them can remember their names.
"Rozanov? Why are you calling me? What's wrong?"
Ilya realizes the holidays are so boring if you're spending them alone.
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Breakin’ all the rules, like they weren’t made for you by mickeysmyheart
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-05
“What happened with Scott Hunter? I need to know everything. He played horribly, just like two days ago in Boston,” Rozanov says rather quickly, his English has been slowly improving— or it just sounds like it is because they go months without speaking most of the time. OR Ilya FaceTimes Shane after his game to find out why he fought with Scott Hunter.
- Part 2 of Hollanov Prompts
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Ilya and Shane are enjoying their honeymoon in Ibiza
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