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good evening to ilya rozanov who’s just gotten his husband higher than god and promptly misplaced him in their own home, only to shuffle into the kitchen and find shane with both hands gripped around the brita, all ten fingers spread wide, his head tipped back and mouth slugging straight from the pour spout, effectively soaking the front of his comfy shirt
shane and ilya fucking/getting each other off in the same room as some of the centaurs....and everyone Knows it's happening but no one bats an eye bc that's just hollander and rozanov, they're nuts. and tbh......the guys find it pretty hot. they'll all just be chilling at one of bood's bbqs, everyone various degrees of tipsy having a little fire pit convo, and everyone is fully aware of ilya's hand slowly moving up and down under the little blanket both he and shane have draped over their laps. they hear the breathlessness in shane's voice as he continues with the group conversation as if nothing's happening. they like when he cuts himself off and comes into ilya's fist beneath the blanket, and they all try to sneak a peek at ilya's sticky hand as he gets up to wash it in the kitchen sink.
they’re all sitting around one night and shane has his head in ilya’s lap and ilya casually grabs a fistful of shane’s hair and presses his cheek into ilya’s crotch and everyone pretends not to notice he’s hard but shane gets all droopy-eyed and starts breathing heavier and rubbing his face against it…..finally ilya drags him to the bathroom and makes shane come back out with his lips all swollen and his voice wrecked. they’re like fuck roz is he always that eager and shane hides his face in ilya’s neck and ilya is like usually he is much worse :)
blah blah blah ilya and shane fucking bare and shane just mumbling "i love you" because he's lost all sense of the english and quebecois dictionary pls walk with me here
Shane and Ilya are fucking - duh - and like Ilya has Shane's legs up around his shoulders and Ilya's in this push up position where he's able to hold Shane's hands and he's just PLOWING into him. And we all know that Shane gets all breathy and his eyes get all fluttery and his cheeks are red because he's panting so hard. And Ilya's fucking him so good, keeps saying like "Love how you feel around me, kotik" "you take it like such a champion" "my good boy" and shane is just doin his lil ah ah ahs because it feels so fucking good and he can't think of any words so he just blurts out "i love you." And he says it in this cute little breathy whisper and when Ilya doesnt respond right away he says it again. Ilya, of course, starts fucking into him harder and he's panting and making that one face where its taking everything in him not to make noise and finally he's like "say it again." So shane complies and is like "fuck, i love you. I love you so much, Ilya." And Ilya who is so greedy to hear those words just says "again" and he's jackrabbiting his hips and he's grasping Shane's hands like he's going to die if he lets go and Shane just has his eyes closed and his head back and his chest heaving and is crying out "i love you. God, i love you, ilya. Fuck fuck fuck im gonna cum, i love you so much." And when he finally cums, of course untouched because Ilya's dick is that magical to him, he's like whining and his head is thrashing around and hes just sayinf "iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou ilya i love you." And Ilya cums maybe harder than he ever has, his face scrunching and he's pulling Shane's hips up and into his soooooo hard and he's pulsing in Shane's hole and he can feel cum leak out with every tiny thrust he manages to force himself to keep going. And Ilya is like "mmmmmShanefuckiloveyou" and shane is all breathy still and this big smile on his face and his eyes are closed and he whispers "say it again" and so ilya does and shane says "say it in russian" and when ilya says "ya tebya lyublyu" he can feel Shane's hole clenching around him like the strongest vice in the world and Shane just lets out a lil "mmmmm" because he's all warm and fuzzy and he just feels so floaty and so good and so in love and he loves that ilya loves him. And this is all to say that theyve been married for like years at this point and this is like a multi weekly occurrence. Its just so sexy to them that they're in love and that they can say it.
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if s2 was up to me i would 100% include shane’s centre ice fantasy and i’d set it up like. ottawa vs montreal. they’re skating up for the face off. the viewer thinks it’s a regular game. there’s a whole crowd, two teams, the referees, etc. then they look at each other and they’re both dropping their helmets glove-drop style and making out and desperately taking off each other’s gear and with every layer that comes off there’s another ‘background layer’ lost, like the teams disappear, the crowd noise fades out, etc. the last thing to go is the commentary. the whole thing is narrated like ‘there appears to be a delay to the face off as shane hollander adjusts his helmet and- oh. oh wow. well. that’s unexpected folks. i did not think this game would have many surprises for us but here we are. this will delay the puck drop for sure. i don’t recall this ever happening on- oh good god let’s leave them to it we can’t show that on the broadcast’
and they fuck with ilya standing and holding shane with shane’s legs around his waist (idc that this is not feasible it’s shane’s dream and also mine). scene ends with shane all moaning and Lost In The Sauce with his head tipped back and his back arching and ilya’s mouth on his neck. followed by a hard cut to him in the same position but half asleep in bed like in the book and ilya waking up beside him like 🥵
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yes shane not realising people are flirting with him but also shane not realising that HE is flirting with men he finds attractive shane who naturally flutters his big brown sparkly eyes more often whenever hes talking to a big strong handsome man shane who automatically tilts his head slightly down so his gaze is directed upwards shane whose voice turns soft and buttery while he’s delivering smooth jabs and quick compliments shane whose mouth quips into a glint of teeth and scratches the back of his neck so his bicep strains against the cuff of his t shirt shane who says ‘yeah you’d like that?’ without thinking and hums round and airy ‘mhmm’ in acknowledgement shane insisting ‘i was NOT flirting with him.’ when ilya brings it up later and ilya shrugs and says ‘you cannot help it…you’re super gay…i don’t mind, im the only one that makes you nervous’ and grins wickedly while shane blushes and makes a sound in the back of his throat as ilya descends upon him
first post for context / see the tag 'open relationship au' for more snippets or the masterlist so kindly put together by @tafkarfanfic. mhl awards part four out of four!
MHL Awards, 2015
Ilya is at the hotel bar.
He doesn't really remember getting there, but he figures he must have taken the elevator down from Shane's room.
After he left him there.
Alone, locked in the bathroom, probably having a panic attack because Ilya is a fucking moron who doesn't know when to stop pushing. But he can't go back now. Shane doesn't want him to and Ilya figures he should listen, even though it may be too little too late.
The bar sounds like a good idea, anyway. Ilya doesn't want to be sober right now.
The party is still going strong, the faint sounds of it echoing down the hall. There are no other players at the bar; probably if any of them have left the party and not gone straight to their rooms, they've gone to places more fun than this.
Well, Ilya isn't really looking for fun right now. He just wants to stop thinking about the way Shane couldn't even look at him when he told him to go.
There's a group of men at the other end of the bar but Ilya pays them no attention while he orders his drink. Not until he hears one of them say, "Is that Ilya Rozanov?"
Another responds, loud and unaware in the way drunk people often are, "Holy shit, it is!"
Ilya feels his face go stiff. He leans against the bar, briefly debating whether he should just leave - he usually likes meeting fans, but this is the last thing he needs right now, when his heart feels like it's breaking apart with every beat, bleeding all over the pretty marble floor.
But he stays put, allowing the group to approach him. He even manages a neutral expression before he turns around, slipping it on like a mask.
It promptly falls, because in the middle of the group of men in pastel polo shirts and khaki shorts, face twisted like he's sucking on a lemon, is fucking Brian.
Ilya stares. He doesn't even try not to, because every tiny bit of his energy is now being spent on not hauling the asshole in by the collar and punching his lights out.
"Holy shit, dude," the loud guy says. "I told you guys, I fucking knew the MHL awards were being held here." He holds out his hand and Ilya takes it on autopilot. "I'm a huge fan, Mr. Rozanov. I mean obviously fuck the Raiders, but you're a fucking legend!"
Ilya nods politely. His eyes are dragged back to Brian, who looks kind of like he wants to murder his friend.
"We're from Montreal," another guy explains and right, Ilya isn't supposed to know that. "The Raiders are great-"
"Fucking take that back, Todd!"
"-Charlie's just dedicated to the home team."
"Best fucking team in sports," Charlie crows. "And best fucking center - I mean - fuck."
Ilya does smile at that, small but sincere. "Is fine. Hollander is a good player, they don't give MVP to just anyone."
"That's fucking right!"
Charlie would have made a good hockey player, Ilya thinks. He already has the vocabulary for it.
"Shit, man," Todd says. "Never thought I'd hear Ilya Rozanov say anything nice about Shane Hollander."
This is Ilya's cue to say something sarcastic or shitty, to play into the rivalry for the fans. He can't bring himself to do it, can't even find the words that usually come so easily.
"It's true." He shrugs. "I respect Hollander, he's the only one who can keep up with me. We came up together, we are alone at the top. The game would be less fun without him."
There's a lump in his throat as he finishes speaking and Ilya clears his throat, hoping they didn't hear it. Nothing he said was a lie but it's such a small fraction of the truth, it almost hurts to say.
"Fuck," Charlie says, sniffling. "That was beautiful, dude."
"Is he here?" another guy in the group asks, silent until now. His polo is an unfortunate lime green. "Hollander, I mean. I would actually give my first born to shake his hand."
Todd laughs. "I'm sure Heather would love to hear that."
Lime green polo shakes his head. "She'd agree, man. He's her hallpass, I think she'd just ask him to help her make a new one."
"I'm going out for a smoke," Brian announces, sudden and loud.
He sounds drunk, too, and Ilya feels briefly satisfied that he's probably been drowning his sorrows all day while Shane ignores his sad bids for attention.
But Ilya is in the same boat now, isn't he? He's also been rejected by Shane, only he won't be given the thousandth chance he doesn't deserve to come crawling back into his good graces.
The satisfaction evaporates in an instant, leaving a hollow pit in Ilya's stomach. That can't be how this ends, can it?
"Sorry about him," Todd says as soon as Brian is gone. "He's not a hockey fan, you know."
Ilya waves a hand, distracted. "Is okay. I have to go back to the party."
They all grab his hand to shake it before he leaves, but thankfully none of them ask for pictures. Probably they'd be drawn and quartered once they returned to Montreal if they did.
The party is in a banquet hall, a long corridor away from the bar. Ilya has no intention of going back; he's got his eyes on a small exit to the smoking area outside.
Brian is alone there, leaning against the wall and huffing on his cigarette like it owes him money. His head snaps up when he sees Ilya and his shoulders stiffen as he immediately draws himself to his full height.
"Come to gloat?" he scoffs. "Cute stunt you pulled earlier, not that it changes anything."
Ilya considers him coolly. The anger simmering in his veins is overwhelming and it's a conscious effort to keep his arms still at his side. Every time he thinks of Shane up in that penthouse, his incredulous why would you want me?, a fresh wave of anger pours over him, tinting his vision a hazy red.
Ilya isn't a violent man - not off the ice - but he supposes there are exceptions to everything.
The only thing keeping him from starting a fight now is knowing Shane wouldn't want him to.
"If you say so," he says mildly.
Brian glares at him. "I do say so. Shane wants a regular hookup and you're convenient, that doesn't mean shit. You think he'd actually want you for anything more?"
It lands like a blow to the chest and Ilya clenches his jaw, desperate not to let it show. To let Brian know the vulnerable spot he discovered by accident, the raw wound at the center of him.
"You know what I think?" he says. "I think you don't believe that. I think you're talking bullshit because you're scared."
Brian goes pale. He chucks the cigarette away, takes half a step towards Ilya. He seems to catch himself a moment later, maybe realizing that there is no scenario in which he could win a physical fight against Ilya.
"You don't know shit," he bites out, red faced. "You know where I'll be while you're rotting away in fucking Russia? With Shane, at his cottage."
Ilya's heart drops.
It must show, because Brian grins, smug and vicious. "That's right. And you know what else? Next week, I'm meeting his parents."
"You're lying," Ilya says reflexively. A child's response.
"We're getting more serious," Brian continues blithely. "Closing the relationship. Glad you had fun today, because it was the last time you're touching him."
He must be lying, because Shane would have told Ilya. Nothing that happened earlier today or tonight suggested the relationship was headed anywhere except towards total collapse.
But even if it is all a lie, Brian doesn't know what happened between them. He doesn't know Shane threw Ilya out of his room. So maybe he's lying to fake confidence in their relationship but if he knew the full story, would he even feel the need?
Ilya isn't so sure.
"It would ruin him," he tells Brian, because that much he is sure of. "You know this, yes? Staying with you, it would kill his heart."
For a moment, doubt flickers across Brian's face. It's replaced almost immediately by hot fury and then he's reeling back, swinging for Ilya's face.
Ilya dodges easily. Raises his fist, punches back.
(It's self-defense, Hollander. No judging.)
It's not even a particularly hard punch but there is blood on Brian's lips and he clutches his cheek, staring at Ilya wide-eyed and pale.
"Have a nice night," Ilya says.
Brian says nothing in response, still looking shocked.
Ilya leaves. As he's headed for the elevator, he checks his phone.
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