CJ

It was getting harder to say goodbye.

Shane’d figured it’d be easier, once they were official. To part, knowing that there definitely was going to be a next time. But now? Now, it was excruciating. Because whenever he had to kiss Ilya goodbye, it was with the knowledge that Ilya belonged to him. That he was sending the most precious and fragile piece of his heart into the universe, unprotected, just praying that it would come back unscathed.

So yeah, maybe the last time they’d said goodbye, he’d gotten carried away.

Caught up in the moment, the feeling of Ilya inside him, the need to be inside the other man’s very soul.

He’d been loud. Groaning Ilya’s name so raggedly that it’d pulled Ilya over the edge after him, pulling him closerclosercloser, refusing to let go even in the sticky aftermath.

But it was just unbearable. How much he fucking loved him.

But he didn’t realize how needy he’d been until a text arrived on his phone the next day.

Unknown Number: Montreal Jane

He froze, shocked and a bit terrified.

Shane: Who is this? Unknown Number: Cliff Marleau Unknown Number: Damn girl Unknown Number: Look what you did

And then, a picture. An attached picture of Ilya in front of the mirror in what must’ve been the Raiders’ locker room, his torso bare. His expression in the reflection was electric, the uninhibited grin on his face lighting up the whole room. 

But the best part?

The picture gave a clear view of long, possessive marks scratched down Ilya’s sculpted back. Etched over his beautiful muscles and pressed into his perfect flesh, Shane had, in the heat of the moment, used his nails like claws, marking what was his.

Suddenly, he broke into a crazed grin that matched his boyfriend’s.

anyway, that’s how the internet spends a year speculating that ilya rozanov and cliff marleau have explored each others bodies. they are so all over each other and constantly tweeting gay shit about each other that ilya’s time with shane barely even gets a second glance. the first time ilya drags shane out to meet cliff, a photo gets posted on twitter and everyone is like “poor shane having to third wheel these two #ally”.

heated rivalry pride week - day 5 - magic & art

I’ll ask him if he still loves me and instead of reassuring me (which he shouldn’t) he’s like “no yeah like you’re pretty cool I guess um so I have my internship (we’re 32) like way earlyyyy so….but no yeah this was hot, I’ll definitely text you, Rachel (my name is Rebecca) we can link up, I’m free usually around Tuesday at like midnight?” (We share a bed and a bank account)

Anyway, I do think dismissive frat boy is a role play that gets Shane Hollander horny as fuck and Ilya has a lot of fun with that until one time Shane switches it up and pulls it on Ilya and Ilya is shocked but gets so instantly hard he’s dizzy.

'get out. you know you shouldn't be here. it's been six months-'

'wow. six months already. guess time flies when you're having fun'

'this is your idea of fun, is it? getting kicked out of clubs and tattooing my name on your ass while you were drunk?'

'who told you that? every time i fucked one of your teammates i told them to keep that a secret'

'my teammates kept your secret just fine. your teammates, however-'

'ah, you could not get off with my team unless you were talking about my ass. i am flattered, hollander'

'i couldn't get off at all, actually. whole team had this sad vibe to it. it's hard to be sexy when you haven't made the playoffs since hockey was invented'

'the sad vibe was because they missed me. you see, i was busy marrying sveta in las vegas'

'i know. it was before our divorce officially came through. i've reported you for bigamy and they're gonna revoke your citizenship'

'jesus christ shane'

'sorry was that too much'

'no, is fine. i will hide from immigration with these nice people i have formed a throuple with. you might know them, they are called yuna and david-'

"I think someone's abducted Rozanov," Hayden said under his breath as he, Shane, and a few of the other coaches stood at the edge of the rink, watching Ilya from afar. "Replaced him with a nicer model."

Shane, however, just smirked, watching his boyfriend. Ilya was in the middle of what looked like a very intense face-off against 7-year-old Brian, muttering chirps that included, 'Your shoelace is untied' and 'I heard your favorite flavor of ice cream is vanilla, so boring,' while Brian kept cracking up and missing the puck. Shane's heart felt swollen with joy, about to crack free from his ribs.

"He really is good with the kids," Max agreed, though he sounded far less surprised and suspicious. 

As the other coaches skated off to join in the fun, Shane snorted and shot Hayden a look, not saying a word.

"What?" Hayden demanded, turning to Shane and raising an eyebrow. 

And for a moment, Shane thought about keeping his mouth shut, like he usually did. He really considered keeping the peace, and keeping his thoughts buried in his brain. But he'd been insisting for so fucking long that Ilya was so much more than what he was made out to be; that his bad-boy persona was only that...and Hayden had fought him every step of the way.

So now he looked to his friend and shrugged. "Just...I told you so," he muttered.

When Lisa has a bad shift at work and suddenly has Wyatt planning how he wants to be buried/his funeral and Shane and Ilya both decide when they die (at the same time) they will be sharing a coffin. Or even better going full Classics mode and mixing their ashes together. They declare this out loud then return to stick taping.

Shane calling Lisa to ask if they (doctors) would do elective surgery to transplant their bones into each other on speaker phone. Ilya is beaming.

Shane watching Ilya tape his stick. Ilya who only developed his “way” of taping his stick post 2017 All Stars when he saw how Shane did it. They match. Shane acts like Ilya is performing a strip tease.

Ilya hearing Shane talk to the new Russian rookie in Russian, talking abt how if he ever needs anything to call Shane and/or Ilya. He knows how isolating it can be etc etc. Ilya finds it sweet but is irrationally possessive about Shane speaking Russian to anyone else ever.