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Shane and Ilya attended a gala for their teams. Shane got a little too tipsy and Ilya refused to let him drive them back to their hotel. Shane did the only thing he could think of to get back at him… give him head on the ride back. And not let Ilya cum.
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Based very loosely on events from The Long Game that my brain wanted to put into the first book, somewhere between Shane’s injury, and before Scott Hunter wins the cup - for maximum angst, obviously.
What if Ilya’s plane had actually crashed? And what if it had happened before he and Shane had the chance to confess their love and know what it was like to be together.
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A fic so I could write a really needy Shane who can't hide his feelings anymore, and an Ilya who is faced with the undeniable truth that someone cares for him.
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No, Ilya isn’t a martyr, but he isn’t selfish either. Tonight he wants to be selfish. Ilya wants to use Shane. He wants to use his willingness, his body, his everything to make himself feel better. It’s a truth. Maybe an ugly one, but one that he owes to both himself and to Shane to accept. Tonight will be about him. And Shane, for his part, is a willing participant in it all. ‘I want to be useful,’ he had said.
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"Oh, and Hollander?" Shane looks up, a hand gently cradling his jaw. “The next time your cock gets hard, and you are jerking yourself off in hotel room, I want you to remember this," a kiss is pressed to Shane's lips, "and fucking wait for me." Astonished, Shane huffs a quiet laugh. For years, their hookups consisted of weeks, sometimes months of foreplay, in the form of on-ice chirps, stolen glances, and many, many text messages. It always ended the same way too, with reciprocated orgasms in hotel rooms and the whisper of a promised, ‘see you next time’. Ilya, who seems content with Shane’s lack of answer, gives him one last kiss, and leaves for his own hotel with a fervent, "see you in two weeks, Hollander." This was not a promise. This felt like an order. Shane needs a shower
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“I had an idea,” Ilya says. He puts his hand on the back of Shane’s head and holds him in place. Shane hums a question and works his tongue into the underside of Ilya’s cock. “Maybe you only come when you are like this. With your mouth on my cock.”
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On His Knees In Vegas by hunnybunny
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-03
“I need—“ Shane cut himself off, trying to will himself to be brave and failing miserably. He had never been good at this part, asking for what he wanted when it came to the bedroom. And part of him didn’t want to have to ask. He wanted to be told what to do, and that was part of what made Ilya so appealing. “What?”, Ilya asked, raising a single eyebrow. “You know,” Shane gasped back, clenching his fist at the base of his dick. “Tell me,” Ilya replied, his tone leaving no room for an argument. It was a command, and the heat of it was burning inside Shane. Ilya wants Shane to ask. He wants him to beg. And when Shane doesn't, Ilya puts him on his knees. Or an incredibly self-indulgent smutty one-shot where Ilya's dominant streak shines, and Shane tries to grapple with why he loves taking orders.
- Part 1 of On His Knees
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A strong arm caught him easily, guiding him back against the shelves. The force was inhuman but controlled and gentle. The vampire leaned in, close enough that Shane could feel the chill radiating from him. “I did not come here to frighten you,” he said softly, forehead nearly brushing Shane’s. “I came to ask you on a date.” The library had settled into its late-hour stillness. Most of the overhead lights had been extinguished, leaving only a handful of brass-shaded lamps burning overhead, their yellow glow casting long shadows across the reading tables and towering shelves. Dust hung faintly in the air, visible when Shane shifted beneath the light. The place smelled of old paper, leather bindings, and furniture polish. Shane sat alone at one of the long oak tables, collar loosened, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He scratched absently at the back of his neck as his eyes dragged over the same line of text for what felt like the hundredth time. The words refused to stick. His head throbbed faintly, and the wire frames of his spectacles pinched at his temples. The clock mounted high on the wall ticked loudly in the quiet. He let out a muted groan and dropped his forehead against the tabletop, careful not to knock his books over. “Now then,” came a voice from the aisle, firm but not unkind. “You know better than that, young man. No sleeping in the reading room.” Shane lifted his head and found the librarian approaching, a stern woman in sensible shoes pushing a cart stacked neatly with returned volumes. Her hair was pinned tight at the nape of her neck, her eyes sharp behind round lenses. “Sorry, ma’am,” Shane murmured, rubbing his face with both hands. There was no arguing it. He snapped his book shut, slid it into his satchel along with his notes, and cinched the strap tight. His studies could wait until morning. Tonight, his mind was finished. He shrugged into his dusty brown leather jacket, smoothing it down out of habit, then slung the satchel over his shoulder and made his way toward the heavy front doors. Outside, the cold greeted him sharply. Winter had settled in earnest, the air biting and dry as it rushed over his face. His nose stung immediately, cheeks flushing red as he exhaled into his cupped hands. The street was quiet, save for the distant hum of an automobile somewhere far off. He lingered beneath the stone archway, shifting on his feet to keep warm, before stepping out onto the path. A cloud of smoke drifted across his vision. He coughed softly and turned his head, squinting into the gloom. For a moment, he thought it was just shadow pooled against the building. Then he saw the ember. A bright orange glow flared briefly, illuminating a cigarette between pale fingers. Shane blinked and did a double take, turning fully now as the rest of the figure resolved itself under the lamplight. The man stood half-hidden near the wall, tall and broad-shouldered, coat collar turned up against the cold. Curly, light-colored hair fell loosely across his forehead. Even in the dim light, his skin appeared unnaturally pale. Shane felt suddenly aware of himself. Of the emptiness of the street. Of the late hour. The man was…handsome. A shiver ran down Shane’s spine. He gestured awkwardly toward the cigarette. “I don’t think you’re meant to smoke here,” he said, voice hesitant despite knowing full well he was right. “Oh?” The reply was smooth, accented, foreign in a way that made Shane’s shoulders tense. “There’s a notice,” Shane added, pointing toward the sign affixed near the entrance. He nodded once, lips pressed thin, and quickly walked off without waiting for a response. The following night arrived without ceremony. Shane found himself once again leaving the library late, satchel heavier this time with completed work. The path ahead was lit by tall streetlamps, their bulbs flickering softly as he walked beneath them. The cold crept through his coat, sharp and persistent. But it wasn’t the cold that made him uneasy. It was the feeling. That unmistakable prickle along his spine, the sense of being watched. Of footsteps that weren’t quite there. He told himself it was foolish, just nerves and imagination, but he didn’t turn around. Then a voice spoke from behind him. “Are you going to ignore me forever?" The words were smooth, carrying a thick Russian drawl that slid down his spine like ice. The sound of it echoed faintly in the open street. Shane yelped, nearly jumping out of his skin as he spun around, bag slipping off his shoulder. “What the fuck—?!” he shouted.
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say the magic words by thesleepyskipper
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-02
“Come here.” It was impossible for Shane to deny a single one of Ilya’s commands. “Get on the bed.” Ilya edges Shane within an inch of his life and Shane has an accidental slip of the tongue as a result (in the best possible way).
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Coming back to The Cottage after leaving the Hollander's, Ilya and Shane make Ilya's best day even better. ---- "This is mine, yeah? Say it's mine." "Yours," Shane gasped. "It's yours. I'm yours." "That’s fucking right." Ilya's voice was fierce, possessive in a way that made Shane throb. "You want more?" "Yes! Yes, please, need more! Need you!"
- Part 3 of Stolen Moments
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oh, how everything can change in such a small time frame by forrestdean
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2026-01-01
Ilya and Shane win their first Stanley Cup together. And celebrate it.
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things we cannot mention by idioticthoughts
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-31
“I need to talk to you.” Ilya pretends to peer around, exaggerated, chin jutting, then points at himself. “Me?" “Who the fuck else, Ilya?” Shane hisses Ilya’s name, sees his pupils dilate. “Go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you there in five.” Ilya looks dazed, then shakes his hair out of his face and rights himself, reaches for another shot. “You do not tell me what to do, Hollander.” Shane is going to kill him. Or, Shane and Ilya, at the club, post-game. Ilya has let Boston’s victory get to his head and Shane brings him back down to earth.
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The house is completely dark when Shane arrives. Ilya never leaves the house dark. He knows Ilya is upset - angry or sad is still to be discovered. But Shane doesn't know what he did wrong. What he finds is candlelight. A belt. And fourteen minutes to account for.
- Part 2 of Stolen Moments
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Shane and Ilya go to a club where Shane gets too friendly with other guys, Ilya isn’t too happy about it Or Ilya makes sure Shane knows who he belongs to
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in the low light, you know i'd do anything for you by raykive
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-29
Sometimes, the world gets a little too much for Shane Hollander. He gets tied up in knots. He skates and scores goals but doesn't score them right. And for a long time it was just that— a discomfort he couldn't pinpoint, a disconnect, where everything tilts and tilts and tilts and only he stays in place. For a long time, there was no place for Shane to rest—to forget—the way his body needed. For a long time, there was no Ilya Rozanov. Not like this. Not like now.
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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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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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"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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“I am going to fuck you,” Rozanov said, pressing kisses to Shane’s neck, “and if you are very, very good, maybe I will unlock you.”
Shane has been in chastity for two weeks and is desperate for release. Ilya makes him wait a little longer.
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“I don’t know. Both, maybe. I held his arms down once, and—” Ilya says, and then hesitates. Yeah. Yeah, this was enough. Probably. He didn’t care. It was enough that the world found out about them through a video. He didn’t really want to explain the specifics behind the intimacy they shared, either. “Yeah,” he says, and lamely repeats. “Yeah.” Galina hums, and pauses. Leans back again. “Have you heard of shibari?” Ilya hadn’t realised that rope, too, can be a form of discipline.
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