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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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Shane regretted keeping his observations to himself because Ilya, pale and sweating after putting on his gear, basically collapsed on the ice. He was filled with dread, disappointment, and self-loathing the entire ambulance ride to the hospital. He allowed the love of his life— his other half—to wave off his pain to avoid an argument. Or Ilya Rozanov has an appendectomy.
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Shane survives the world’s worst flu and thinks the nightmare is over. It is not. Because now Ilya is sick. And Ilya is stubborn, delirious, chaotic, and apparently capable of flirting with household lamps. Shane promised he would take care of him. He just did not realise it would involve grocery store emergencies, Russian melodrama, world's worst meals, and a fever so high it nearly stops his heart.
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Three times Ilya can't resist marking what's his, and one time Shane decides to return the favor. Or: Shane and Ilya's first season together on the Centaurs. Includes teasing teammates, introspection, therapy, personal growth, lots of sex and an attempt to bring home the Stanley Cup. (Also: A story about learning how to accept your true self and all the joy that can come from that.)
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Shane Hollander can handle a playoff game, a rivalry, and an international tournament without breaking a sweat. Nevertheless, what he can’t handle is Ilya Rozanov looking at him like that.
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Hockey boyfriends Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander attempt to buy and decorate a Christmas tree… with predictably chaotic results. Between Ilya’s questionable taste, Shane’s exasperation, and more kisses than strictly necessary, the holiday season turns into their sweetest, messiest adventure yet.
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The Ilya Rozanov Exposé by nineteenohtwo
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-04
Perez Hilton ✅ @PerezHilton Viral: Married "gay" hockey star Ilya Rozanov caught IN PUBLIC sexting mystery woman. WITH RECEIPTS!
- Part 3 of Hit Post
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Jackie says Shane can be Hayden's hall pass, but Ilya refuses to allow him to do it alone. A wild night ensues.
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Ilya swings by a local bookstore in Edmonton to get a boring hockey book for Shane, and is delighted to get recommendations for sexy gay hockey books.
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5 Times They Almost Get Caught and the 1 Time They Do by bellarchives
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-03
Five times Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov almost got caught together... and one time that they did.
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“We race.” Ilya pushed his shorts down and gripped his cock, smiling when Shane’s eyes dropped down to watch. “You run and I will touch myself. You do not stop, and I will not stop. Deal?” “You’re serious.” Shane huffed and folded his arms. “What happens if I win? If I last longer than you?” “If you win?” Ilya arched an eyebrow towards him. “You get to see me cum.” “Right.” Shane wished his voice hadn’t cracked just then. “And that’s supposed to be a reward?” “Yes.” Ilya bent one knee so his shorts pulled tight across his thighs, across the outline of his cock. “Obviously.” “And if I lose?” Shane swallowed nervously. “If I quit before you’re done. What then?” “...then you get to see me cum.” it came out nearly a growl in Ilya’s thick accent. “As punishment.” “Fuck.” Shane got back on the goddamn treadmill and hit the start button. “Fuck. Fine. Let’s go.”
- Part 1 of Heated Rivalry
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Five times Ilya thought of having a baby with Shane + one time Shane talked about having a baby with Ilya
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You love me (obviously). by YellowVenus
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-03
If it was any other day, Ilya would smirk and say something that would annoy the shit out of Shane, and he’d secretly love it, because that’s what they do. But today is not like that, so instead, he kisses Shane’s forehead, right between his eyebrows, because after all these years, he’s still as in love with him as the very first time he laid his eyes on the seventeen year old Shane in the back of that stupid arena in Saskatchewan. (or Shane is overstimulated and Ilya knows just what to do to make him feel better.)
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After taking multiple hits and a painful loss, Shane Hollander faces his worst enemy. Not the press, not the injuries- himself. Or: Ilya soft doms Shane into subspace and makes him feel better after a bad game
- Part 1 of Hollanov
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Pretty isn't Pretty by Sunsetz_mx
Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
2025-12-03
Thank god for his makeup stylist, honestly. Without her, he’d look like he’d been dragged through six time zones—and he usually had been. He didn’t know why this insecurity was grabbing him now. Ilya had never made him feel like he wasn’t enough. Not once.
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Number one obsession by sariscribbles
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-03
Ilya was sure of two things: that he was jealous and that Hollander liked it. When Hollander flirted with another guy at a party, Ilya felt his blood boil. It shouldn't made him feel the way it did because it was not like they were together. It was a feeling he couldn't place, a feeling that came close to obsession. When Hollander confronted him with his obsession later that night, Ilya showed him just how obsessed he was with him. *** “You're here”, he heard himself say. “I guess I am”, Hollander said, leaning against the wall. His eyes were sparkling and he was smiling playfully. “What about your other plans?”, he asked, stepping closer to him, leaning against the wall trapping Hollander. “My other plan had to go”. “You shouldn't be flirting with other guys”. “Fuck you Rozanov” Ilya let his finger trail over Hollander's cheek. It felt so soft, he wanted to kiss him. “That other guy could never treat you the way I do”. “I can sense some jealousy”, Hollander teased.
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Biting on his thumb nail, leg nervously bouncing as he hunches over his knees inside the penalty box, Ilya Rozanov scrutinizes with an unwavering gaze at the man who, blatantly and deliberately, ignores him. Or, when Ilya loses his mind over Shane not acknowledging his existence.
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more than just some butterflies by alspancakes
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2025-12-03
Ilya contemplated his choice of words. “So, maybe three months after honeymoon. Jackie was pregnant.” “Dude,” Hayden scoffed. “Why do you need to know?” He finally turned around to give Ilya a proper scowl. “Is another thing we will beat you at,” Ilya said with a wink. “Maybe in nine months, you will meet baby Hollander.” Hayden groaned, scrunching up his face in disgust as he exited the car. Shane was displaying Ilya’s favorite combination of emotions: embarrassment, annoyance, and arousal. “What the fuck is your problem?” Shane laughed, no venom in his voice. “This is what people do on their honeymoon, yes?” Ilya winked. “Make baby.” * or, post-canon hollanov on their honeymoon, doing what newlyweds do best.
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Ilya’s spent his whole life hiding. Now he wants to go to Pride — their first as a married couple, in their new city, with their new team. Shane’s spent his whole career being careful, being quiet, being private about everything that matters. But maybe it’s time to stop being so fucking careful. (or the one where Ilya buys too many flags, the team shows up in matching shirts, and Shane learns what it feels like to be proud.) The humidity hits Shane the moment he steps out onto the back deck, coffee mug warm in his hand despite the August heat. Inside, Ilya is singing along to something in Russian — badly, enthusiastically, the way he does everything these days. The way he’s been doing everything since they got married, since Shane signed with Ottawa, since their whole fucking lives became this impossible thing Shane still can’t quite believe is real. “You are going to burn,” Ilya calls from inside, not even looking. Somehow he always knows when Shane’s outside without sunscreen. “It’s eight in the morning.” “Sun does not care about time.” The screen door slides open and Ilya emerges, shirtless, holding his own coffee and what Shane now recognizes as the industrial-sized bottle of sunscreen they bought at Costco last week. “Also, we have practice in two hours and I am not listening to you complain about sunburn through bag skate.” Shane takes the sunscreen because arguing is pointless. Ilya’s already rubbing it into his shoulders before Shane can even open the cap himself. “You’re very nurturing this morning,” Shane says. “I am keeping my husband alive. Is different.” But Ilya’s hands are gentle, thorough, spreading sunscreen across Shane’s neck, behind his ears, down his arms. “Also, I need to ask you something.” “That sounds ominous.” “Is not ominous.” Ilya moves around to face him, blocking out the sun. His eyes are very blue this morning, the way they get when he’s scheming. “Is fun thing. You like fun.” “I’m immediately suspicious.” “Shane.” Ilya’s hands land on his hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of Shane’s shorts. “Capital Pride is next weekend.” Shane’s stomach does something complicated. “Okay.” “I want us to go.” The deck is suddenly very quiet except for the sound of someone’s lawn mower three houses down. Shane takes a sip of coffee, buying time. “To Pride.” “Yes, to Pride. In Ottawa. Our city now.” Ilya’s face is open, hopeful, and fuck, Shane knows where this is going. “I have never been to Pride. Not as myself. Not as-” He gestures between them. “As this.” Shane’s chest tightens. “I know.” “In Russia, I could not even-” Ilya stops, swallows. “I could not even think about it, you know? Not just illegal, but dangerous. And then in Boston, I was not ready. Was not out. Was hiding everything.” His hands squeeze Shane’s hips. “But now I am here. With you. And I am married to you. And I can—I want to be there. I want to see it.” “Ilya-” “You do not want to go.” It’s not a question. Ilya’s face does something complicated, shuttering slightly. “That’s not what I said.” “But is what you think.” Shane sets his coffee down on the deck railing, carefully. “I just—it’s going to be a lot. Media will be there. Everyone will-” “Everyone already knows we are married,” Ilya interrupts. “We did not hide this. You signed with Ottawa, everyone knows why. Is not secret.” “I know it’s not a secret.” Shane runs a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself, with how he can’t seem to just be as brave as Ilya makes it look. “I’m just—I’m not good at this stuff. The public thing. The-” “The being proud of us thing?” “That’s not fair.” Ilya’s expression softens. He steps closer, cups Shane’s face in both hands. “Moya lyubov. I am not trying to be unfair. I am trying to-” He pauses, searching for words. “I spent my whole life being afraid. Hiding. Pretending. And now I do not want to do this anymore. I want to go to Pride with my husband. I want to hold your hand in public and not be scared. I want to-” His voice cracks slightly. “I want to exist, okay? As myself. As bisexual man. As married man. As Ilya Rozanov who loves Shane Hollander more than anything.” Shane’s throat is tight. “Fuck.” “Is good fuck or bad fuck?” “Good fuck.” Shane pulls Ilya closer, wraps his arms around him. “Always good fuck when you do the romantic speech thing.” Ilya laughs against his shoulder. “So you will come?” “Of course I’ll come, you manipulative asshole.” “I am not manipulative. I am persuasive. Is different.” “You’re both.”
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Shane has a panic attack before a big press conference after one of the Montreal metro's biggest losses since he’d been captain. Ilya decides to go find him and talks his boy down from a heart attack (basically, I saw Shane freaking out before the MLH Awards and decided, yeah, he has debilitating panic attacks)
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