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Rozy tries: Yoga by Strange_johnlock
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-08-26
But then Wyatt is moving closer, and Ilya finds himself pulling faces at the camera, checking with a sideward glance that Shane is still focused on his breathing. Ilya sticks his tongue out at Hazy who struggles to hold back a laugh. “Ilya.” Opposite him, Shane hasn’t moved, palms open on his thighs, one strand of hair falling into his forehead, but Ilya still feels like a school boy who got caught by the strict teacher. “Is Hazy’s fault. He distracted me,” Ilya protests, which earns him a look, just one of Shane’s eyes opening, before he relaxes once more. Or: Ilya has an online show trying out different sports with professional coaches. When his most recent filming partner cancels, he asks Shane to teach him about yoga instead.
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Some Things Have To Be Shared In Person by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-05-28
Elena had moved to California to pursue her career. Kip was happy for her. And not just because it meant they got to do their morning Pilates routines with the best view on the west coast.
- Part 10 of Betting on the 2026 Stanley Cup Play-offs
- Part 9 of Incremental Gains
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A Well Deserved Vacation by Anonymous
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
2026-05-21
And Kyle could lean forward right now, take Eric’s chin in his hand, kiss him slow and messy before ordering him to do…anything Kyle wanted him to. But there was something lazy and warm curled in Kyle’s belly, and right now the image of a strong, kind, older man leaning over him was doing all kinds of things to his blood, and Kyle didn’t feel the need to be in control of what happened next.
He just needed Eric to make it happen.
- Part 4 of Betting on the 2026 Stanley Cup Play-offs
- Part 10 of Incremental Gains
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When Shane lifts up from the mat to enter Cobra pose, Ilya has magically appeared in front of him.
One minute nothing but the sunny skies, clear air, and gentle wind.
The next, an intruder.
The coast was supposed to be clear. Last he had checked, his boyfriend was asleep in bed, sprawling out all over the place and mussing up the pillows after a rousing round of Shane riding Ilya until they were both screaming.
For any mortal man, that would be at least an hour long nap.
But truly, there is nothing Shane can do to make Ilya miss Yoga Time.
For the Hollanov April Microfic prompt: Gleam
- Part 1 of Hollanov Microfic Prompt Fills
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any time, any place by transshanehollander (cyrusbreeze)
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-04-10
A very pregnant Shane agrees to a day of free use at the cottage during his and Ilya’s babymoon. It’s better than either of them expected.
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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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don't wanna break it (just want it to bend) by h0lyground
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-28
Shane does yoga. Ilya helps. or, pushing your body to its limits is kind of erotic
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On the Grassy Shore by LadyElspeth
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
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:
- Part 6 of Hollanov
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Shane loves yoga. It has always been an escape for him—an escape from his body and his mind. When a bunch of other NHL players interrupt him in a hotel gym during a conference, he is not surprised when they make fun of him, but he is surprised when Ilya asks him to teach them a few poses and they all go along with it. He gets to show off his flexibility, and it seems harmless enough to show off a little extra for Ilya, until-
“Holy shit, Hollander, wait—can you suck your own cock?”
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