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He spots the note, finally. It was half-hidden under the packing peanuts. So you do not wake the hotel next time. “Fucking asshole,” Shane says into the quiet. His heart is pounding. There’s no one there to see, but he feels raw and exposed. He’s standing in his kitchen holding a fucking ball gag that Ilya Rozanov sent him. A ball gag in Boston Raiders colors: red and gold and black. -- Ilya sends Shane sex toys.
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After returning to the cottage, Shane and Ilya can't keep their hands to themselves. There's lots of shameless sex, happiness, and talks about toys only mentioned in passing years ago. — Or what happened at the cottage post s01e06.
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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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Ilya walks closer, his attention catching on the phone. Shane’s heart kicks up a notch, and he isn’t fast enough to grab the phone before Ilya snatches it from the floor. He pauses for a few seconds on the video that’s playing, amusement dancing on his face, at odds with the way his pupils are blown out. How long had he been standing there, watching Shane?
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Five times Shane and Ilya got off thinking about each other, and one time they didn't have to.
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Ilya hadn't realized when he had started stroking his erection through his dusty, wax-covered pants. It had been instinctive. A strong urge that made his cheeks flush and made him hard as a rock as he stood there, crouched with his ear pressed against the cupboard door, listening to the sweet voice and filling his lungs with the most delicious aroma he could imagine. or what happens when you put two horndogs in a medieval fantasy setting close enough to develop a very serious case of sexual tension
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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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Shane and Ilya came out as a couple and started playing for the same team. They get to travel together now. Ilya wants to have some fun, and Shane can't say no to his boyfriend. That's how he ends up with a plug in his ass on an airplane surrounded by teammates.
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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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“Holy shit, dude,” Hayden whispers, too loudly, as he pulls Shane away. “No way you were just talking to Ilya Rozanov.” “Uh, yeah. We just met. Wait, did he lie to me?” Shane asks, looking back over his shoulder where Ilya is now standing next to a short but very muscular woman with long black hair. “What does he play?” Hayden stops, so Shane does too. “You don’t know who that was?” Shane makes a face that says ‘no shit’, and waits for an answer. “Dude. You are so innocent. Ilya Rozanov, ‘Russia’s Greatest Love Machine’?” Hayden says, like it’s obvious. Shane looks at him blankly, and then Hayden laughs. Not like, a chuckle. He full on cackles, bending over like he can’t even contain it. “Man, he’s like prolific.” “At what?” Shane snaps, because he’s getting really sick of not being in on the joke. “He’s a porn star, man.” “A-” Shane says, swallowing thickly. “What?” --- Ilya is a porn star, Shane is a hockey player, and their paths cross.
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“Do you–” his breath hitches as another sharp stab of arousal sweeps through him.” Do you enjoy seeing me like this?” he asks, tipping forward desperately, tilting his head up and back as if giving Ilya access to his mouth. He hears the break in his own voice, the whimper that threatens to break out, and wonders if it is enough to convince Ilya to be merciful. Or: Ilya's grey sweatpants make Shane incredibly horny.
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It’s exactly three minutes after Ilya leaves Shane’s condo that Shane is in the bathroom, putting toothpaste on his toothbrush, when his eyes spot it. He hasn’t been back here in a month, which means the waste bin is empty, save for the white trash bag, and the condom Ilya had tied off and discarded in it.
No. He isn’t going to untie the condom and swallow down what’s inside. That’s a crazy thing to do. It’s a crazy thing to think, even, so he shakes his head, as if doing so will dislodge the thought.
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Shane drinks Ilya's cum from a used condom and feels a lot of things about it.
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“Fuck yourself,” Ilya said without shame. “With me. Right here. Right now.” He pulled back just enough to look Shane in the eye. The suggestion was so blunt, so depraved. They were in a public facility, for fuck's sake. They could get caught. “I can’t,” Shane whispered, the denial tasting like shit in his mouth. He felt his own cock stirring, thickening against his thigh, and he winced. “You can,” Ilya insisted. He leaned against the tiled wall, one hand moving down his own body. “Look at me, Hollander. Watch.” All Shane Hollander wanted was to shower off the stink of a loss. He didn't expect Ilya Rozanov to join him, let alone to call him out on the hard on he'd been trying to ignore. "Fuck yourself," Rozanov dares him. And, God help him, Shane does. Shane Hollander kicked off the ice, chest tight, legs burning. The game was over, and they’d lost--again. He’d left everything out there, and it still wasn’t enough. The locker room door slammed open. He needed the shower, get the smell of his gear off of him. He peeled off his jersey, tugging it over his head, and felt the fabric cling to his skin from sweat. The thing he hated most about hockey was how disgusting you felt afterwards. Relief came as he stripped the rest of his gear. Socks, skates, his cup, and he immediately felt better. He moved toward the row of showers at the back, looking over his shoulder the locker seemed to be empty, and he was grateful for it. He stepped under the first head, flicking the lever and letting hot water hiss to life. The sudden spray hit him, shoulders first, then back, chest, arms. He tilted his head under the pounding stream, closing his eyes. The heat pressed against his skin, loosening the tight coil in his muscles, but the frustration stayed. “Still brooding, Captain?” Hollander kept his eyes closed, face up into the spray, letting the hot water fan down over him. “Go away, Rozanov,” he said. Rozanov’s laugh came. “Is that how you speak to me after a hard loss? We should be bonding,” he said, and Shane could hear the other shower turning on somewhere across the room. “Sharing our pain, no?.” Shane’s jaw clenched beneath the water. There was nothing he wanted to share--not with Rozanov. The memory of the final shot hit him again, the puck teasing the edge of the net, his blade missing it. He’d fanned on the shot, left the game on the ice, and no amount of ice baths or post game analysis would fix it. Nor would being harassed in the shower by Rozanov. “There’s nothing to share,” he said, the sound almost swallowed by the hiss of water. He wanted the isolation. And sharing it with Rozanov... felt like opening the wound and inviting someone else to poke at it. The water beat down on his shoulders, tracing the lines his bruises and Shane let himself sink into it. He didn’t need Rozanov’s commentary to make the bitter pill of failure any harder to swallow. He had enough voices in his own head for that. “I disagree,” Ilya’s voice was closer now, right behind him. Shane could feel the heat from his body, a separate warmth from the steam. “I see much pain. In your shoulders. In your jaw... In your cock.” A finger, warm and calloused, traced the line of Shane’s clenched jaw. “Is bad for you to hold so much... tension.” Shane flinched away, turning finally to glare at him. “Don’t touch me.” But his protest felt weak, even to him. Ilya stood there, completely unashamed, water sliding down his broad chest and over the hard muscle of his stomach. “Why not?” Ilya asked, his head tilted. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” He took a step closer, invading Shane’s space. Shane’s breath hitched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied, his voice rough. Ilya’s smile was slow, knowing. “Yes, you do.” He let his gaze drop, pointedly, to Shane’s cock. “See? Your body knows. It is honest.” “Fuck you,” Shane breathed, but there was no venom in it. “Maybe later,” Ilya said, his voice a low purr. “For now, there is simpler way to… release tension.” He leaned in, his lips brushing Shane’s ear. Hollander’s heart hammered against his ribs. “What?” “Fuck yourself,” Ilya said without shame. “With me. Right here. Right now.” He pulled back just enough to look Shane in the eye. The suggestion was so blunt, so depraved. They were in a public facility, for fuck's sake. They could get caught. “I can’t,” Shane whispered, the denial tasting like shit in his mouth. He felt his own cock stirring, thickening against his thigh, and he winced. “You can,” Ilya insisted. He leaned against the tiled wall, one hand moving down his own body, slow and deliberate. “Look at me, Hollander. Watch.” His eyes never left Shane’s as his fingers wrapped around his own cock, already thick and hard. He gave a slow, lazy stroke, his breath catching slightly. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”
- Part 4 of heated rivalry: explicit collection
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trace me onto your skin by keifteef
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-02
Shane Hollander has been keeping his identity a secret for his entire hockey career. How could he be so irresponsible as to lose his suppressants?
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Ilya didn’t know what was worse: knowing Hollander’s favourite ginger ale brand, or caring too much about getting his hands on a case of it. He planned to use it as leverage to convince Hollander to stay the night at his Boston penthouse. To sleep in his bed until morning. Or, that time Ilya Rozanov nearly had a mental breakdown at the grocery store the night before he’d planned to fuck and make a tuna melt for Shane Hollander.
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It Started Innocuously Enough... (an in-universe Shayden RPF) by Anonymous
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-10-18
He felt so guilty about it, but those moments on the road trip had been the most turned on Shane had ever been in his life.
Logic tells us that within the Game Changers Universe, Shane/Hayden shippers must exist. This is what they might be writing. With bonus Ilya and Shane reactions at the end!
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Ilya Rozanov is a single dad who's just trying to live his life and be the best dad he can. He never thought that love was for him until he has a chance encounter with pro hockey player Shane Hollander at a hotel bar in Vegas...
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Shane Hollander is a single guy living a fairly boring life until he meets ruggedly handsome and European, Ilya Rozanov. A whirlwind romance begins, but Ilya has a secret that could come between him and Shane.
- Part 1 of The Mafia AU
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