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Shane wanted to get Ilya something special for his birthday, but what did you get someone who bought himself everything he wanted? he was also determined to let his boyfriend know how much he meant to him and that his birthdays were worth celebrating. It was the day before Ilya's birthday and Shane’s anxiety was trying to get the best of him. He had been thinking about this day for weeks now. Birthdays had never been a big deal to Ilya before he and Shane became a couple. Shane felt his heart ache for his boyfriend at the memory of him recalling what his childhood had been like after his mother had died. He had never had a party or even a cake to celebrate let alone a gift of any kind. “If I was lucky, my father would say happy birthday to me as he left for work but that was all.” He had said as they had sat on the dock at the lake cottage, Shane leaning back against his strong warm chest with his head under Ilya’s chin. “I’m so sorry it was like that for you. Everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday.” He said, turning his head so he could put a soft kiss on his left pec, over his heart. He felt Ilya shrug. “Is no big deal. Not important.” Shane leaned up and turned to face him, placing his hands on either side of his man’s face. “It is important and it definitely is a big deal. I only wish that your mother was still here so I could call her and thank her for bringing you into the world and my life.” In the late afternoon sun, he saw the way Ilya’s beautiful blue eyes glinted and his cheeks colour. He leaned in and kissed him making sure he knew he meant every word of what he had said. It was so tempting to tease him about the blush but he knew he would only deny it and give him the standard answer of “Not blushing, Russians do not do this.” “Ah, Hollander, you are becoming, what is the word….a big sap lately. What is next, will I see you reading romance novels?” Ilya said when they broke apart. He obviously had no problem Stirring Shane as usual. Shane shot his boyfriend a hard look but it was difficult to stay mad at him when the mischievous look on his face never failed to make his heart beat faster. “You're such a dick.” Shane said, poking a finger into Illya’s bicep before turning back around to lean against him once more. His skin tingled when he felt his lips brush against his ear. “You love my dick, you cannot deny this.” He purred, his lips brushing the shell of Shane’s ear. Shane felt his own cheeks heating as he remembered what had followed. Ilya had always downplayed his birthday every year but Shane always made sure he had a cake and a gift. The trouble was, it was getting increasingly harder to buy the guy something. What did you get someone who had enough money to get whatever he wanted? Shane knew that Ilya didn't have the same problem because Shane tended to be more pragmatic with his spending. The trouble with that was, Ilya would go overboard with his birthday and Christmas gifts. He always grumbled at him for spending so much but he secretly loved each and every one of the gifts he received. Ilya’s birthday had been on his mind for months now and slowly, he had formed a plan and he was quite pleased with himself. He knew Ilya had been more than a little suspicious a few times but he had managed to distract him to get his mind off the subject. Now it was the next day and Shane found his excitement for what he had planned had grown into the anxiety it would all go as he hoped and that Ilya would love it. Ilya had played an away game the day before and flown back on the first flight the next day. He got the first taxi he could see as he raced out of the terminal, lugging his gear. He hated not seeing Shane for days on end when their teams had out of town games but the best thing about it was the reunion sex when he came back home. His whole being was screaming for it. The ride was maddening slow, the cab being swallowed up by the early morning commuters. By the time the car pulled up to the front of Shane’s apartment, Ilya was ready to explode. He threw money at the driver, not caring if it was too much or not and grabbed his gear and took out his phone. L: Open the fucking door, Hollander J: Well, good morning, birthday boy. Something wrong? L: Yes, I need to see you naked and in that bed. RIGHT FUCKING NOW Ilya had reached the door and heard the lock disengage. He thought about taking the lobby lift but he wasn't going to risk having to wait for it so he started up the back stairs, taking them two at a time. He got to Shane’s apartment door and lifted a fist to pound on the surface but he tried the knob first and it turned freely. He entered the apartment’s spacious open living area, dumping his gear before heading straight for the bedroom. He paused at the door. Shane was laying on the butter soft linen sheets, leaning up against the pillows and padded head board. Wearing only a soft smile. “Hey, did you miss me?” He purred, running his fingers up the full length of his already hard cock. Fuck, this man was such a work of art. Ilya groaned as he began tearing off his clothes, not taking his eyes off Shane’s for an instant. Then he was on the bed, looming over his boyfriend and taking his mouth in a kiss that had them both breathless in seconds. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Shane breathed when they finally broke apart.
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Ilya’s smirk grew. “Whoever wins MVP gets anything they want.” Shane’s brows furrowed. “Anything?” “Anything,” Ilya repeated, his eyes gleaming. “If you win, you can ask for anything you want.” A thrill went down his spine. “And I’m guessing you already have something in mind if you’ve suggested this bet.” Instead of responding, Ilya leaned down and kissed him—a filthy, obscene kiss that left his dick twitching pathetically against his thigh despite the fact he was completely spent. “You will see, Hollander.” “You’re on, Rozanov.” And, at the time, Shane really did feel good about his chances—orgasm haze aside. Now, standing in the bathroom of a Vegas hotel suite, he almost cursed his own damn competitiveness. . Or, a bet was made and Shane is a good sportsman. That is the only reason he is putting on Rozanov's jersey. Promise.
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don't ask (and i won't tell) by londonfoglatte (nimbus2003)
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-21
five times shane and ilya's friends have questions about gay sex -- and one time they wish they knew less. OR the Centaurs are a wonderful team. accepting. kind. curious. it's that last one that has Shane wondering if he’d rather be back in montreal, hiding in the closet, than here, making up for the failures of the Canadian sexual education system.
- Part 3 of hollanov 5+1
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Shane’s eyes meet his, and there’s a particular gloss to them that Ilya has come to recognize. He squeezes Shane’s hand before letting it go, keeping his voice quiet so Shane has to really listen as he instructs, “I want you to get on your knees. With your head on my leg. And then you are going to sit there until I tell you to move. And if you can do that, maybe tonight leads to happy endings.” Shane licks his lips. “What if I can’t?” he asks, but they both already know he’s going to. Ilya moves his head from side to side, pretending to mull it over, before answering, “I think you can.” Shane plays terribly, contributing to a 6-1 loss for Montreal. Ilya employs his new skills as the best soft dom in the universe to make him feel better about it.
- Part 2 of Ilya and Shane explore gentle BDSM!
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Shane isn't used to people touching him. Then he meets Ilya Rozanov.
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i'm grateful to you for letting me lose by bluerosebouquet
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-18
He wanted to bury his face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, to breathe in the smell of him, to touch his skin and give him everything that he could. He wanted to give to him until there was nothing left, until Shane had disappeared into him forever. “Look at me,” Ilya’s voice was quiet, but Shane obeyed immediately, his eyes fuzzy at the corners, “How are you feeling?” Shane intended to lie. There was no reason to complicate things with hard truths that not even he understood. Instead, his lip wobbled, and he found that he couldn’t say anything at all. “Ah,” Ilya made a noise that sounded nearly as devastated as Shane felt, and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him forward. Shane went easily, his forehead pressing into Ilya’s shoulder, and breathing deeply through his nose, trying not to cry. Or, Shane drops after leaving Ilya's house.
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Shane worries that their sex life might grow too boring for Ilya. He decides to try something new.
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Shane groans as he tries to sit up, memories of the previous night coming back to him like a tidal wave. He went out to a club. Ilya was there. He broke up with Rose. He told her he’s gay. He got really fucking drunk and he called - “Good morning.” Ilya says from right next to him. or, Shane breaks up with Rose shortly after the club scene and then he drunkenly calls Ilya.
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The elevator doors dinged open as soon as he pressed the button—the first blessing of the night. Ilya stepped inside, pushed the button for his floor and leaned back against the mirror- covered wall. He pulled out his phone and if he checked his messages it wasn’t because he wanted to see if “Jane” had finally broken his silence; no. It was because— A second before the doors closed, a hand darted through between them, forcing them to hiccup to a stop and slide open again. Ilya rolled his eyes. He really didn’t feel like sharing this one moment of silence he’d earned so he put on the sourest face he could muster to signal his true and honest feelings on any sort of interaction that may be forced upon him. And that’s the look that Shane fucking Hollander got to see as soon as the doors opened again.
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Maybe You're a Bad Idea, But I'm Loving Every Minute of It by Waste_the_night
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-17
'He forces his eyes up to the array of moles along Rozanov’s chest and arms. The highlight of tonight’s ‘boring sex’ as Rozanov put it. Shane wants to connect the scattered marks all over his body. He wants to build a topographic map of Ilya Rozanov and burn it to memory. “Your beauty marks…” He sits up on his elbows. “My what?” He looks down his body, like he’s trying to figure out what Shane is talking about. Shane climbs into his lap, cupping Rozanov’s face in his hands. “Beauty marks… these.” He pokes the prominent mole that rests on his cheek. The one Shane has been dreaming about since the moment they met as teenagers.' ----- AKA - Shane is a little bit obsessed with Ilya's moles... Sex ensues.
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“More,” Rozanov grunts in English, but Shane is transfixed on the bead of sweat rolling down his temple, down to his tense jaw. “Say more, Hollander.” “Mm, more–” “No, more– Блять–” “No more?” “Ни хрена себе– Say more Russian, Hollander.” or, Shane knows how to say about four words in Russian, and Ilya loses his mind
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“Oh, fuck.” Ilya says, running his hands along Shane’s lower back and the top of his ass cheeks. He’s covered in thin, soft white stretch marks that are making Ilya’s mouth water. or, Shane and Ilya have sex in the daytime.
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Ilya picks up on the third ring, breathing heavily into the phone. Shane hears a door slam shut through the device. “Do not yell at me.”
Shane stares at the half-empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table. “You suck.”
“I suck? I scored hat-trick! In your stupid body! I have not eaten in six hours, Hollander. I have not pissed. I have not laid down. I want to go home.”
“Rozanov–”
“Your mother has called twenty times. Your manager has called thirty times. Your father text me picture of crossword puzzle and ask for help. Clue is about American President from the 1980s. I cannot help!”
OR: the hollanov bodyswap fic.
- Part 3 of cjo + hr
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“I did not … know what happened. You touched over my pants, kissed my stomach. Went into my lap.” Ilya gestures with his free hand like he’s grasping for a word he can’t find, just out of reach. “Something was different.” Shane can’t say he remembers all that in as much clarity as Ilya does – the whole day is a bit of a blur in his mind. “We were having fun afternoon. Sex and naps and talking. And then I touched your hair and you went somewhere. Scared me, a little bit.” Blinking and still not understanding, Shane repeats, “I went somewhere?” Reaching over, Ilya picks up the booklet. One handed, he holds it against his thigh and flips to a page around halfway through with the word Subspace in bold at the top. He taps it with his forefinger. “Went here, I think.” Shane experiences a sub-drop without knowing what's happening. Ilya doesn't know either, so he makes it his mission to find out.
- Part 1 of Ilya and Shane explore gentle BDSM!
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Ilya’s hands stay planted firmly at the curve of Shane’s hips, thumbs pressing into the edges where the stretch marks rise like faint ridges under his skin. “So pretty, Hollander. Stretch marks, yes?” “Yeah, had them… for as long as I can remember,” Shane gasps as Ilya’s grip tightens, thumbs circling the stretch marks as he fucks into Shane over and over again. OR: Shane rides Ilya, and Ilya is obsessed with Shane’s stretch marks.
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You'll hear me (howling outside your door) by photographer_of_thoughts
Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-12
Lily: You left your shoes here. Shane frowns, looking down at his feet that are only covered by his black dress socks. Fuck. He walked out without shoes? He hadn't even noticed. or, Shane leaves the Vegas penthouse without his shoes. He might also be having a panic attack.
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Shane turned Ilya Rozanov down in a dingy locker room once. Today he chooses him for the room.
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“First, I ravish you,” Ilya murmurs, his lips brushing Shane’s bruised ribs, sending goosebumps rippling across his skin. “Apologize for injury I gave.” Shane’s breath hitches as Ilya’s hand slides down his body toward his ass. He can barely breathe when that rough fingertip brushes his hole, and it’s not because of the bruised ribs. “And then?” he asks, voice breathless. Ilya looks up, eyes dark and heavy with desire. He presses one final kiss to the marred skin before digging his fingers deeper into Shane’s skin, making him gasp. “And then, I give you new bruises. Better ones to remind you of me.” or; Ilya feels bad for being rough with Shane on ice… Shane, on the other hand, is kinda into it.
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taste of control by beetlesandstars, kryptonian
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-11
“So,” Ilya starts, drumming his fingers on his knees. “You want tuna melt when we get home?” “What?” Shane says, distracted. “We just had dinner.” “Yes,” Ilya says. “But you had children’s portion.” Shane sends him an incredulous look. “I had two servings.” “Of baby food.” “Ilya.” “Shane.” Shane sighs. “Can we not do this? Please.” Unfortunately for Shane, they must do this. Or: Shane's restrictive eating versus Hayden Pike and Ilya Rozanov.
- Part 1 of cjo + hr
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The Voyageurs ask Shane to join FanMail in order to foster a better connection with fans. Internet sleuths start to notice some interesting details in the background of Shane’s videos, and then the internet does...what the internet does.
Or Shane and Ilya are granted an opportunity to come out on their own terms. Sort of. And in they do it in a very Ilya way. (Surprisingly, it is Shane’s idea)
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