a little snippet from a new hollanov wip <3
they're gonna wear each other's jerseys, but first! a little clothes swapping angst. remember how shane wears ilya's tshirt out of ilya's place after the tuna meltdown? yeah. following that to its logical conclusion.
Shane showered, relishing the hot water and steam easing some of the tension in his muscles. Then he made himself a green smoothie while Rose got ready.
And he nearly choked on it when she came out of his room.
Of all the things in his closet, she had dug around enough to find Rozanov's shirt. He'd tucked it in the bottom of a dresser drawer and nearly forgotten about it. He certainly hadn't worried she'd find it, much less choose it.
"This is cute, Shane. Not your usual style."
It was already a masculine, boxy fit on a hockey player. It hung off of her like a boyfriend's would.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
"You good?" she asked, her face scrunched in concern.
Shane swallowed. Coughed. Scrambled for a glass of water. Coughed some more. Breathed again.
"Yeah," he managed. "I'm good."
As she walked past him to the door, Shane caught a whiff of her perfume and wondered if that shirt had any trace left of Rozanov's cologne.
He didn't know which way would be worse.
Rose fucking Landry was wearing Ilya's fucking T-shirt, he was sure of it.
"What," he hissed, "the fuck. Am I looking at."
"I know, right?" Marleau scrolled through the post with a smirk. "Who knew Hollander pulled? Rose Landry too, damn. She's hot."
Ilya snatched Marleau's phone with a scowl.
The Deux Moi post showed Hollander and Rose Landry at some cutesy brunch place. Metros star center Shane Hollander spotted out with actress Rose Landry in Montreal, the caption read. Rose was wearing a plain black oversized T-shirt that could have been designed that way, or could've been Hollander's.
But it wasn't. Because Hollander had walked out of Ilya's apartment two months ago wearing that shirt. And now he was lending it to his gorgeous, sexy, actress girlfriend? In public?
Ilya shoved the phone back at Marleau and climbed onto a treadmill. Marleau got onto the one next to it.
"What, you have Google Alert for this shit?" Ilya sneered.
"No. Instagram explore page." Marleau shrugged and punched the start button. "I might've googled her once or twice. She is hot. You see that last movie she was in? That fight scene?"
He had half a mind to text Hollander, to spit the truth back in his face. All these years, Hollander had been calling him an asshole. Then he goes and pulls this shit. For someone so repressed, he'd turned out to be so shameless.
