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“Let me fuck you now,” he pleads, voice rough, but not for lack of sleep or alcohol consumption. “I will make it up to you now, malýsh, please.”
Shane’s eyes darken, his grip on Ilya’s wrists slacken before they tighten again. It’s fucking thrilling.
“You’re not going to fuck me.” He says, voice low.
Ilya blinks.
“What?”
Shane shifts, just so slightly and it’s almost agonising to have what he wants so close, yet so unfairly out of reach.
“You’re not going to fuck me,” Shane repeats, slower this time. “If we fuck, I’ll want a shower and we don’t have time now.”
Ilya fucking whines. Stupid fucking Kamikaze.
“You’re not gonna fuck me, Rozanov. You’re gonna let me get off, how I want. Okay?”
Ilya is actually thankful for the first time in the last twelve hours that he’s still got some alcohol slugging around in his system because he’s fairly certain it’s what stops him from just coming in his underwear right there and then.
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biting my tongue swallowing it down by yellobaby
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
01 May 2026
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Shane can’t look at him. He can’t really look at anyone but he manages to lift his head and stare right back into Troy’s glistening eyes.
“I never had that advantage, Troy. I never got to take it out on anyone, for any of it. All the times I got on that ice to play some hockey and some… fuckwit idiot like Kent, or whoever was calling me slurs— whether they were gay ones or racist ones… I couldn’t just hurl them back and call it a day like you did.”
He swallows hard. He thinks he might be sick a little bit in his mouth.
“You know how fucking lucky you are? To have gotten away with it? They love you, Barrett. This team loves you! You’re fucking celebrated because you overcame this big, terrible thing but for me it’s—”
He thinks about his mom in that very split second. His beautiful, wonderful mom who’d coached him his entire life on how to be polite, how to be well behaved. How to answer to teachers the right way, to coaches, to cops to the press to the general public to his fucking teammates—
He looks away. The fight suddenly drains right out of him and he goes back to his bag.
or: shane decides to confront troy if no one else will
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03 May 2026
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“What is the League saying?” Shane asks. He’s almost scared to find out, but they need to know what they’re dealing with here.
“They want you back, obviously. They don’t know why Rozanov hasn’t made any demands yet-”
And it’s ridiculous and so, so like his Mom to be disappointed in someone for being inefficient at kidnapping her son.
“I am thinking about it!” Ilya protests. “Has been only two hours!”
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Because Ilya, after years of sparse messages and the occasional nude, has decided that Shane ‘deserves’ a copy of every nude and dick pic that Ilya takes that he finds passable.
It’s a lot of pictures.
But they also usually come with messages that are… sweet. It’s nice, feeling wanted like this, where he knows he’s the only one that Ilya gets off to anymore. And really, Shane doesn’t want to get a reputation as a bad boyfriend; it’s not like Ilya’s the only one with a camera and a dick, why shouldn’t Shane reciprocate?
He refuses point blank to send an actual dick pic, but there are other parts of his body that Ilya has expressed an appreciation for. Of course, Ilya is shameless and would have no compunctions against opening his messages in public; but it’s the challenge of it that makes Shane send the first shot.
The rest… he’s just trying to improve his technique, okay?
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02 May 2026
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“False pretenses.” Shane concludes. “You lied.”
“Maybe a little.” Ilya’s usual smirk is softer at the edges, though Shane can only really see half of it in this light. “I tell him I send flowers to you, thank you for easy win tonight.”
“We lost?” Shane frets. “How bad was it? Who played center while I was out? Tell me it wasn’t fucking-”
“Hollander!” Ilya interrupts. “You are telling me you did not even watch game? Stay here-”
Ilya makes as if to stand, and Shane hastily grabs at his arm to keep him from leaving, has to fight back the initial instinct to sink his teeth into Ilya’s wrist and hold him there like that.
“-I call hospital, tell them ‘Shane Hollander is sleeping in bathtub and does not know hockey score for own team's terrible loss, come quick, bring every doctor’.”
“Nooo, Ilya.” Shane groans, smiling. “Stop it.”
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