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Shane shares his sex playlist with Ilya. Things ensue. Author's Notes: Soooo, guess who's finished watching all five eps of Heated Rivalry in just under two days? (Still, it's quite an achievement that it was not binged in one session XD!) This happens sometime around ep 6 when they're already in Shane's cottage. Jumping ahead for a bit but no spoilers; it's just a lazy, sexy afternoon with the boys as they discuss what music they're into when making love. Links to the mentioned songs are provided. Enjoy and do let us know what you think! ^_~ "Is just background," remarked Ilya with a shrug. He was aware that he sounded too dismissive, judging from the lift of a dark eyebrow and a dry look from Shane. Really? "Music during intimacy can be more than mere background noise, you know," argued Shane as they lounged around in bed for what was supposed to be an easy afternoon of nothing more than book reading and phone scrolling, and perhaps a nap-- quite a luxury. But then they were on vacation, holed up in absolute secrecy in Shane's lakeside cottage somewhere in Eastern Quebec; Ilya had not bothered with the exact location given he was more interested in other, far more absorbing matters once he got to the cottage. As always, he could not quite get enough of Shane Hollander, a fact that ought to be firmly established by now as to not give any pause or thought, yet he found himself amazed and constantly in awe of this person who'd become everything to him. If Scott Hunter's sudden and very public coming out felt like the unclenching of a fist, being here with Shane felt like he could finally let out the breath he did not know he was holding all this time. And if he were like this, how much more did it feel to Shane-- the relief of having finally unburdened himself to his parents. It was as if a load had been lifted from his shoulders yet the process had been overwhelming in the extreme. Now they were crossing over to unknown territory, as boyfriends. Everything about this was heady and scary in equal measure, yet this-- lightheartedly bickering over something as trivial as one's favorite music to have sex to-- brought him back on familiar ground. "I did not say is noise," Ilya pointed out. "All I say is when I fuck, I don't notice anything else except my lover and what I do to him. To you." Shane grinned. "Your laser focus is riveting, yes," he said, still in that dry tone. "But surely you've got some favorite tunes to, you know, get you in the mood, at least." "Uhh, there may be some," Ilya conceded. "Name them." It took a moment for him to come up with one. "That song that goes 'I Wanna Fuck You Like An Animal'," Ilya finally replied, not batting an eyelash as Shane dissolved in chuckles. "You mean Closer," said Shane. "Yeah, I've listened to Nine Inch Nails. That does sound like you." "Club music, something raw, something edgy," he said. "Skillrex. Avicii. It's what I like." He eyed Shane from under his brows. "Whereas you...let me guess." Shane's dark brow remained lifted as he stared at him, urging him to continue. "Adele," Ilya pronounced flatly, with a bit of a grimace. "Angsty. Full of meaning. Will make you cry during fucking." Shane burst out laughing. "No. I mean, I adore Adele and I do have all her records, but no, I wouldn't put her on during those times. Or even when I think about having sex." Ilya watched as Shane's gaze slid away, becoming distracted, as though he were looking deep into himself. This examination of introspectiveness was a new thing for Ilya. He was guilty of calling Shane boring early into their acquaintance when he was like this; he'd thought him moody and antsy, and he still sometimes found it frustrating, if only because Shane seemed so far away from him, but he was learning to read Shane better now, paying attention to his subtle cues and shifting responses. After a short pause, Shane continued, "I've never...I mean, I've never really slept with anyone whom I'd like to put some music on for." "Not even Rose?" Ilya could not help but ask. He was almost embarrassed to admit that Rose Landry, lovely human being that she was, was still very much a thorn on his side whenever he thought of Shane being with her, no matter how brief. Shane gave a small, wry smile. "Well, she put on her music when we were together, of course," he said. Ilya reached out a hand to touch him lightly on the knee. "What about me?" he asked, voice soft. That broke the spell as Shane's gaze slid back to him. "Have you ever played your songs when you thought of me?" "All the time," said Shane softly. "Really?" Ilya shifted so he lay on his side, head propped on one hand. "What times?" Shane shrugged. "Late at night, mostly, in bed with my pods on, thinking about you and what you might be doing. Missing you. Fantasizing about you." "You touched yourself." It was not a question. "Of course," said Shane, his gaze steady as he looked him right back.
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“You didn’t have to dress up,” Shane says as he approaches, wishing he could hide somewhere between his worn jeans and beat up Vans. “I did not dress up,” Ilya says. “This is coat.” Shane Hollander breaks his glasses in a media scrum and spends a week pretending it’s not a problem--until Ilya Rozanov, armed with Russian guilt and zero sense of boundaries decides to fix it himself.
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When Ilya accidentally cuffs him and Shane to the bed, there’s only one person in Montreal they can call to get the key.
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A devastating on-ice collision changes everything for Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, and everyone who loves them.
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After a violent incident, Shane Hollander's management team and parents hire him a bodyguard. Enter Ilya Rozanov.
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“Holy shit. Hollander. You are on Instagram live.” “No, I don’t want to livestream. Hey— can we not focus on this? I miss you. Thanks for coming. It’s been a while. I just want to—” “Do not put me on camera, no— Shane. Hand me the phone.” Comments → @ilyasplants: ilyas here. thers no fucking way. im being pranked → @holllanderrrr: ILYAS THERE WITH HIM??? OH MY GODDD → @hollazia: SHANE HOLLANDER GAY ILYA ROZANOV GAY HOMOSEXUALS
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Ilya's always been so controlled with his scent. It only ever slips free in moments of heightened emotions on the rink or tangled in his sheets. Shane feels it begin to curl around him now where he sits in Ilya’s lap, his arms wrapped snug around the man's broad shoulders. Shane gently cups Ilya’s head and brings it to his neck, exhaling shakily as the Alpha nuzzles against his skin. “Ilya, let go,” Shane tilts his head back, “Let go…Alpha.” -- An abo retelling of the Tampa Bay hotel room scene after the All Stars game.
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Shane stares at him with those wide, brown doe eyes that liquifies Ilya’s heart. “Ilya is a pretty name.” He says softly. “You’re pretty too.” “Am I?” Ilya laughs lightly. He taps on Shane’s curled up fingers. Understanding Ilya’s intentions, Shane opens his palm up, letting Ilya guide it up to his face. Ilya lets go when Shane’s fingers are just shy of contact, dealer’s choice. Shane hesitates for a moment before deciding to cup Ilya’s cheek. “Mhm. Pretty eyes.” Shane says woozily, fingers gingerly tracing over Ilya’s features in a way that prompts Ilya to press into his husband’s palm even further. or the doped-up shane fic no one asked for
- Part 1 of vignettes in time
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“Sorry, sorry, I’ll whisssss-peeerrrr,” Shane says, not exactly in a whisper, but more like, in a quiet yell. But it’s still technically quieter than a moment ago. Then he immediately goes back to his inside-voice-but-absolutely-not-whispering volume. His smile opens up and he says, “Basically I didn’t want you to think I was just in love with you because of your nine inches, or because I was riding you all day or something, and then when we said each other’s names I just got freaked out and too in my own head about everything.” “Nine inches?” Ilya says, laughing nervously, remembering that lie about his dick size. And then his universe closes in on a single word. “Love?” Shane is recovering from a concussion on the ice. Ilya visits him in the hospital. They're both surprised by what Shane has to say.
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Ilya stands in the hallway of Shane’s parents’ house with his boots still on, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers worrying the sleeve of his sweater. He’s been here before, plenty of times, but tonight feels different. Tonight means something. Christmas lights glow along the banister, warm gold reflected in the windowpanes, and somewhere deeper in the house there’s the low murmur of voices and the clink of dishes. He leans toward Shane and whispers, for the third time since they parked the car. “Are you sure it’s okay? Like, really okay?” Shane smiles at him, soft and fond, the way he does when he understands exactly what’s going on in Ilya’s head. He cups Ilya’s elbow, thumb brushing reassurance into skin. “Yes,” he says gently. “They want you here. I want you here.” Ilya nods, even though his chest still feels too full, like something might spill over if he breathes wrong. Christmas with a family. A real one. Not a hotel, not a team dinner, not a quiet night pretending it doesn’t matter. This matters so much it scares him. - Ilya's first Christmas with the Hollanders.
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Ilya learns to relax, sort of.
- Part 22 of Hockey Time!
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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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Hayden Pike might be stupid, actually by halfbaked_ziti
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-23
Hayden knew he wasn’t stupid. Well, not completely. Well, he felt like he was pretty smart about some things, and, okay, a little oblivious about others. Still, he liked to think he was pretty far from stupid—especially when compared to his fellow hockey players. Like, he’d known that Shane had that off-and-on thing with that girl in Boston, Lily, for years. He didn’t know much more than that, and he especially didn’t know why Shane was so cagey about it, but his best friend was admittedly pretty weird about everything. - Slight AU where Shane comes out to Hayden and J.J. around the time he breaks up with Rose, but Lily's identity remains a secret. For now.
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A misunderstanding, old insecurities, and one badly timed coffee leave cracks in Shane and Ilya’s marriage just as the Centaurs take the ice against Montreal. When a sudden injury forces everything into sharp focus, love has to speak louder than pride.
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Ilya gets his skates on and tests the ice underneath him. It feels nothing like their professional rinks, which are always perfectly smooth. Each little imperfection in the ice creates a bump that shocks up his legs, and he almost feels clumsy. Ilya hasn’t felt clumsy on ice since he was four years old. “Have you ever skated outside before?” Shane asks, noticing Ilya’s reaction. “Maybe, once or twice,” Ilya lies. “But I am city boy, remember.” “Well, there’s no Zamboni.” Shane grins, and skates confidently past Ilya, further out into their small rink. -- or, Shane and Ilya make the most of their Christmas break.
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i'm putting all my bets on you by cakestarling
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-23
“I wanted to apologize for what I said last week.” Oh. This was certainly uncharted territory. “You really don’t have to–” “I really do.” Hunter interrupted him firmly. Shane didn’t know how to respond to the conviction in Hunter’s voice or to the entire subject matter of this call, so he kept his mouth shut. “It wasn’t appropriate of me to insinuate anything about your life outside of the rink.” He continues after a short beat. “If there’s anything going on I promise I’m not against it. Especially since–” — — — or: after the fight between Scott Hunter and Shane Hollander, Scott gives Shane a call and things are revealed.
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Shane's first mistake is making direct eye contact with Ilya. It's like meeting a moose or a bear in the wild, if you look it in the eyes you're signaling a challenge, you might as well have waved a raw steak in front of it. This reaction right here is exactly why they're not allowed to play slapjack on team flights anymore, goddammit. or: Ilya and Shane get a little competitive at the self-checkout
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High On Your Lovin' by beeaattrriicce
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
Shane has his wisdom tooth removed. Ilya panics, Shane is high on painkillers. Inspired by the hospital scene in episode 5
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First Husbands of Hockey by tuesdaymidnight
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-23
January 2022 | Vogue: Sports Issue Even if you don’t follow hockey, you’ve probably heard of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov. Both men exploded onto the NHL scene after being drafted first and second in 2009. Ever since, these perpetual All-Stars have played before sold out crowds, traded season scoring highs, and won four Stanley Cups between them. Below, these newlywed superstars discuss their different approaches to style, how life has changed for them since coming out, and how their relationship has impacted the world of professional hockey.
- Part 1 of Vogue Interviews
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i can't hide from you (like i hide from myself) by princebutt
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-23
“Who’s got you blushing like that, Shane Hollander?” Shane’s gaze shoots up and his brain short-circuits, going completely blank with any good answer other than the truth – Ilya Rozanov makes me giggle like a lovesick fool. Shit. “Uhh, my mom?” Terrible answer. What the fuck, Hollander? “You’re a terrible liar, my friend,” Rose points out as she smirks and watches him carefully. OR, Shane comes clean about his relationship with Ilya to Rose Landry.
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