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Ilya Rozanov x Shane Hollander | 18+ | read it only on ao3 - ch 1 is up!
Rozanov shoved himself upright from the wall and shook his head. āGood luck, Hollander. You will need.ā
Before Shane could even react, Rozanov turned and disappeared around the corner.
āDude, what an asshole,ā Jonesy said, staring after Rozanov.
or, Hollander and Rozanov, in all the moments in between.
a/n: this fic is 4 parts (mostly aligned with episodes 1, 2, 4, and 5) and it's already finished. Iāll post a chapter every weekend until we're done, starting today! (it takes me a while to format these for reasons you'll see, lol). Thank you to my always amazing beta @katareyoudrilling and @justagalwhowrites for giving it a read!! Title paraphrased from My Backwards Walk by Frightened Rabbit.
This fic exists because I was thinking about the showās timeline and started wondering about all of the other times they would see and possibly talk to each other that we didnāt get to see. NHL teams play each other multiple times a year and the players may see each other beyond that. Their rivalry was so entrenched, so widely understood to be real, that something had to be going on in their interactions for others to look at them and only have it reinforce their understanding that yeah, those two guys fucking hate each other. I have read the books, but this is largely based on show-canon, because Jacob Tierneyās thing about how the show is structured around their memories has such a hold on me, my god. And that means the interactions we saw in the show stood out to them and maybe the others didnāt as much. And why would that be?
On the hockey: I based their hockey schedules on the real-life Boston and Montreal schedules from those years. I think Iāll post my detailed notes on the timeline in a second work in a series, maybe? I spent A LOT of time and effort on it, lol. Like the whole first month of working on this fic was the timeline.
Other notes: I mostly used the real-life All Star Game locations when not specified in canon, I skipped the 2012-2013 partial season lockout (letās pretend the CBA negotiations went well) but kept the CBA changes (notably about how many games they play against each other per year because of the divisional realignment starting the 2013-14 season, and the fact that after the 2013 veterans donāt really have roommates on roadies), I added in normal hockey stuff like the combine, I call it the Stanley Cup because I can do what I want, and I use the real-life awards names for the same reason (Calder for Rookie of the Year, Rocket Richard for most goals, Ted Lindsey, Hart, etc. Iāll link and explain when needed).
Some (if not all) of the hockey moments are also based on real things Iāve seen in games or clips of games. I watch a lot of hockey.
Iāve used moments from the show as sort of guideposts along the way so itās easy as the reader to figure out where we are in the timeline (I hope). I hope all of this makes sense in general, lol.
On the Russian: I speak Russian, so thereās some Russian in here. But I donāt speak 20-something fuckboy jock Russian, so fellow Russian speakers, if you have feedback on what Ilya would sound like, Iām happy to take it. Š”ŠæŠ°ŃŠøŠ±Š¾ Š±Š¾Š»ŃŃŠ¾Šµ))
And thank you to the amazing La_Temperanza for the instructions on inserting translations via hover text and text message formatting!
tags/warnings: flirting, cursing, lots of hockey, texting, some Russian, real-life hockey stuff repurposed as i wish, a bunch of slightly off-screen sex, kissing, rimming, oral sex, dirty talk, all the in-between moments while they're falling in love, these hockey dorks have bewitched me body and soul, no use of AI because in this house we say FUCK AI
I didn't tag my tag list because this is a whole new fandom, lol. but you can subscribe on ao3! or just let me know, I'll tag you. <3
Itās been a minute! I didnāt mean to disappear for 3(?) months, but here we are.
Other areas of my life have needed my time and attention lately and things probably will continue that way. I have popped on here briefly a few times to get a glimpse of our beautiful man, but Iām afraid thatās it.
Itās my birthday today and the sun is shining where I live. Things are good. I hope you are all well ā¤ļø
As my birthday present to all of you, here are my kitties! They are 6 months old now and getting so big.
Hereās Martyā¦
The handsomest boy š»
And hereās Maudeā¦
The prettiest little girl š»
Arenāt they beautiful?? The pictures donāt do the justice. They are also soft, snuggly (Marty more than Maude, but she loves her ear rubs), and so silly, playful, and fun.
Please keep tagging me in your writing. I hope to get back to it someday!
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A/N: Well, this isnāt what Iāve been trying to write, but it is writing nonetheless! I felt called to watch my favorite YouTube edit the other day and this is what happened.Ā Many thanks as always to @burntheedges for beta reading and always being so encouraging.
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āYou know what it does to me, seeing you in these jeans, Agent PeƱa,ā you say coming up behind him as he studies the board of suspects in the conference room.Ā Ā
āWhaāā He tries to turn around, surprised, but you grab him by the hips and hold him steady. āHands on the wall, Agent.ā
Javi slowly raises his arms and presses his hands into the board in front of him.Ā The jeans in question are gray and faded.Ā They hug his hips and ass like theyāre painted on.
āYou know what I think about when I see you in these jeans?ā you ask, pressing your body up against his backside.Ā You watch his adamās apple bob in his throat as he swallows and rasps, āno.ā
āNo? Hmmā¦Ā I swear Iāve told you, but Iāll tell you again.ā You run your hands down the sides of his hips over the soft denim, back up to his waist and continue up his sides. āI think about how your broad shoulders taper down to your tiny waist.ā You extend your hands along his arms, running your fingers over the muscles of his shoulders, biceps, and forearms, then drag them back down. āItās so slutty, Agent PeƱa, your waist.ā
His breath hitches as your hands curve around his ass.
āAnd this ass, I think about it a lot.Ā So sweet and flat as a pancake. Perfect.ā You give him a squeeze before slipping your hands around to his thighs.
āBut what I think about most, Agent Penaā¦ā you rub your hands up and down his thighs as he takes shuddering breaths.
āWhaā t-tell me,ā he gasps.
āI think about how impossible it is that your thick cock fits in these jeans.ā
Javi groans as you move one hand to rub up and down his hardening length.
āIsnāt it uncomfortable? Having that thing in there? So big? So hard?ā
Javi whimpers as you continue rubbing your hand up and down as his cock strains against his fly.Ā With each pass of your hand, he tests the limits of his tight jeans.
āYes,ā he whispers, fingers flexing against the wall.
You hum into the back of his neck and bring your other hand to his belt buckle.
āI canāt have that, can I?ā
āPlease,ā he begs, āfuck, please.ā
You smile against his back as you work his belt open and drag the zipper of his fly down.Ā His heavy breathing and the rasp of the zipper are the only sounds in the empty office.
His cock springs into your hand.Ā Of course, he isnāt wearing anything underneath.
Javi shudders with relief, dropping his head between his arms.
His cock rests heavy and warm in your palm.Ā You wrap your fingers around the base, savoring how much of your fingers it takes to wrap all the way around him. WIth a gentle squeeze you drag your hand up his impressive length, all the way to the ridge and over the head.
Itās absurd, a cock this big extending from hips this tiny.
You drag your hand back down, tugging his foreskin with you as you go and twisting slightly at the base before repeating the motion.Ā Javi pants as you stroke him steadily up and down.
āDo you like that, Agent PeƱa?ā
āFuck, yes,ā he throws his head back, revealing the arc of his neck to you. A faint sheen of sweat glistens across his skin.
On your next pass up his cock, you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the bead of precum you find there.Ā You swirl it over the head, before dragging your hand back down.
Your other hand slips under his shirt and slides up his tummy and chest until his heart thumps under your palm.Ā You pull him against your chest while you relentlessly work his cock.
Javiās pants and increasingly frantic āfucksā echo through the deserted space and you smile into the back of his neck breathing in the blend of cigarettes, leather, and man that is distinctly Javi.
You lick up his neck and take his earlobe between your teeth, scraping the tender skin as you murmur in his ear, ācome for me.ā
His fingers twitch and the muscles of his shoulders and arms flex with the strain of his arousal.
āFuck, fuck, fuck,ā he chants as he spills into your fist and onto the linoleum floor.
You hold him tight to you, his heartbeat a frantic rap against your palm, as he sags in relief and his breath slows.Ā You draw your hands back to his hips and press a kiss against the back of his neck.
āI expect you to clean that up, Agent PeƱa,ā you say as you push away from him.Ā āThen Iāll see you at home.ā You wink as you turn and leave.
A/N: Well, this isnāt what Iāve been trying to write, but it is writing nonetheless! I felt called to watch my favorite YouTube edit the other day and this is what happened.Ā Many thanks as always to @burntheedges for beta reading and always being so encouraging.
Relblogs and comments are always appreciated!
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āYou know what it does to me, seeing you in these jeans, Agent PeƱa,ā you say coming up behind him as he studies the board of suspects in the conference room.Ā Ā
āWhaāā He tries to turn around, surprised, but you grab him by the hips and hold him steady. āHands on the wall, Agent.ā
Javi slowly raises his arms and presses his hands into the board in front of him.Ā The jeans in question are gray and faded.Ā They hug his hips and ass like theyāre painted on.
āYou know what I think about when I see you in these jeans?ā you ask, pressing your body up against his backside.Ā You watch his adamās apple bob in his throat as he swallows and rasps, āno.ā
āNo? Hmmā¦Ā I swear Iāve told you, but Iāll tell you again.ā You run your hands down the sides of his hips over the soft denim, back up to his waist and continue up his sides. āI think about how your broad shoulders taper down to your tiny waist.ā You extend your hands along his arms, running your fingers over the muscles of his shoulders, biceps, and forearms, then drag them back down. āItās so slutty, Agent PeƱa, your waist.ā
His breath hitches as your hands curve around his ass.
āAnd this ass, I think about it a lot.Ā So sweet and flat as a pancake. Perfect.ā You give him a squeeze before slipping your hands around to his thighs.
āBut what I think about most, Agent Penaā¦ā you rub your hands up and down his thighs as he takes shuddering breaths.
āWhaā t-tell me,ā he gasps.
āI think about how impossible it is that your thick cock fits in these jeans.ā
Javi groans as you move one hand to rub up and down his hardening length.
āIsnāt it uncomfortable? Having that thing in there? So big? So hard?ā
Javi whimpers as you continue rubbing your hand up and down as his cock strains against his fly.Ā With each pass of your hand, he tests the limits of his tight jeans.
āYes,ā he whispers, fingers flexing against the wall.
You hum into the back of his neck and bring your other hand to his belt buckle.
āI canāt have that, can I?ā
āPlease,ā he begs, āfuck, please.ā
You smile against his back as you work his belt open and drag the zipper of his fly down.Ā His heavy breathing and the rasp of the zipper are the only sounds in the empty office.
His cock springs into your hand.Ā Of course, he isnāt wearing anything underneath.
Javi shudders with relief, dropping his head between his arms.
His cock rests heavy and warm in your palm.Ā You wrap your fingers around the base, savoring how much of your fingers it takes to wrap all the way around him. WIth a gentle squeeze you drag your hand up his impressive length, all the way to the ridge and over the head.
Itās absurd, a cock this big extending from hips this tiny.
You drag your hand back down, tugging his foreskin with you as you go and twisting slightly at the base before repeating the motion.Ā Javi pants as you stroke him steadily up and down.
āDo you like that, Agent PeƱa?ā
āFuck, yes,ā he throws his head back, revealing the arc of his neck to you. A faint sheen of sweat glistens across his skin.
On your next pass up his cock, you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the bead of precum you find there.Ā You swirl it over the head, before dragging your hand back down.
Your other hand slips under his shirt and slides up his tummy and chest until his heart thumps under your palm.Ā You pull him against your chest while you relentlessly work his cock.
Javiās pants and increasingly frantic āfucksā echo through the deserted space and you smile into the back of his neck breathing in the blend of cigarettes, leather, and man that is distinctly Javi.
You lick up his neck and take his earlobe between your teeth, scraping the tender skin as you murmur in his ear, ācome for me.ā
His fingers twitch and the muscles of his shoulders and arms flex with the strain of his arousal.
āFuck, fuck, fuck,ā he chants as he spills into your fist and onto the linoleum floor.
You hold him tight to you, his heartbeat a frantic rap against your palm, as he sags in relief and his breath slows.Ā You draw your hands back to his hips and press a kiss against the back of his neck.
āI expect you to clean that up, Agent PeƱa,ā you say as you push away from him.Ā āThen Iāll see you at home.ā You wink as you turn and leave.
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A/N: Well, this isnāt what Iāve been trying to write, but it is writing nonetheless! I felt called to watch my favorite YouTube edit the other day and this is what happened.Ā Many thanks as always to @burntheedges for beta reading and always being so encouraging.
Relblogs and comments are always appreciated!
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āYou know what it does to me, seeing you in these jeans, Agent PeƱa,ā you say coming up behind him as he studies the board of suspects in the conference room.Ā Ā
āWhaāā He tries to turn around, surprised, but you grab him by the hips and hold him steady. āHands on the wall, Agent.ā
Javi slowly raises his arms and presses his hands into the board in front of him.Ā The jeans in question are gray and faded.Ā They hug his hips and ass like theyāre painted on.
āYou know what I think about when I see you in these jeans?ā you ask, pressing your body up against his backside.Ā You watch his adamās apple bob in his throat as he swallows and rasps, āno.ā
āNo? Hmmā¦Ā I swear Iāve told you, but Iāll tell you again.ā You run your hands down the sides of his hips over the soft denim, back up to his waist and continue up his sides. āI think about how your broad shoulders taper down to your tiny waist.ā You extend your hands along his arms, running your fingers over the muscles of his shoulders, biceps, and forearms, then drag them back down. āItās so slutty, Agent PeƱa, your waist.ā
His breath hitches as your hands curve around his ass.
āAnd this ass, I think about it a lot.Ā So sweet and flat as a pancake. Perfect.ā You give him a squeeze before slipping your hands around to his thighs.
āBut what I think about most, Agent Penaā¦ā you rub your hands up and down his thighs as he takes shuddering breaths.
āWhaā t-tell me,ā he gasps.
āI think about how impossible it is that your thick cock fits in these jeans.ā
Javi groans as you move one hand to rub up and down his hardening length.
āIsnāt it uncomfortable? Having that thing in there? So big? So hard?ā
Javi whimpers as you continue rubbing your hand up and down as his cock strains against his fly.Ā With each pass of your hand, he tests the limits of his tight jeans.
āYes,ā he whispers, fingers flexing against the wall.
You hum into the back of his neck and bring your other hand to his belt buckle.
āI canāt have that, can I?ā
āPlease,ā he begs, āfuck, please.ā
You smile against his back as you work his belt open and drag the zipper of his fly down.Ā His heavy breathing and the rasp of the zipper are the only sounds in the empty office.
His cock springs into your hand.Ā Of course, he isnāt wearing anything underneath.
Javi shudders with relief, dropping his head between his arms.
His cock rests heavy and warm in your palm.Ā You wrap your fingers around the base, savoring how much of your fingers it takes to wrap all the way around him. WIth a gentle squeeze you drag your hand up his impressive length, all the way to the ridge and over the head.
Itās absurd, a cock this big extending from hips this tiny.
You drag your hand back down, tugging his foreskin with you as you go and twisting slightly at the base before repeating the motion.Ā Javi pants as you stroke him steadily up and down.
āDo you like that, Agent PeƱa?ā
āFuck, yes,ā he throws his head back, revealing the arc of his neck to you. A faint sheen of sweat glistens across his skin.
On your next pass up his cock, you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the bead of precum you find there.Ā You swirl it over the head, before dragging your hand back down.
Your other hand slips under his shirt and slides up his tummy and chest until his heart thumps under your palm.Ā You pull him against your chest while you relentlessly work his cock.
Javiās pants and increasingly frantic āfucksā echo through the deserted space and you smile into the back of his neck breathing in the blend of cigarettes, leather, and man that is distinctly Javi.
You lick up his neck and take his earlobe between your teeth, scraping the tender skin as you murmur in his ear, ācome for me.ā
His fingers twitch and the muscles of his shoulders and arms flex with the strain of his arousal.
āFuck, fuck, fuck,ā he chants as he spills into your fist and onto the linoleum floor.
You hold him tight to you, his heartbeat a frantic rap against your palm, as he sags in relief and his breath slows.Ā You draw your hands back to his hips and press a kiss against the back of his neck.
āI expect you to clean that up, Agent PeƱa,ā you say as you push away from him.Ā āThen Iāll see you at home.ā You wink as you turn and leave.
Sometimes I hear heels clicking too. Is it my reader from āSeenā? š§ But other times itās Steveā¦ and thatās just š« . No matter who it is, what they do when they get home is bound to be š„µš„µš„µš„µš„µš„µš„µ
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āYou taste so good, hermosa,ā Javi groans from between your legs. Ā The dull ache of your cramps becoming a different sort of ache with each swipe of his tongue.
You moan and rock into him as he sucks on your swollen clit. Ā āYou make me feel so good, Javi, donāt stop.ā
He laves at you hungrily, grabbing handfuls of your ass, pulling you towards him.
āLet me take out your cup and fuck you,ā he pleads, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, pupils blown. Ā āI want to feel you.ā
āIām just not up to it tonight,ā you sigh and whimper as he replaces his tongue with the pad of his thumb, rubbing slow circles, while he leans his cheek against your thigh.
āWhat do you want, baby. Ā Tell me,ā he rumbles, his voice deep and rough with want. Ā He kisses your inner thigh while he continues working your clit. Ā His mustache tickles your sensitive skin.
āI want to watch you,ā you breathe. Ā His eyes flutter closed as he moans. Ā A deep guttural sound that you know means he is not going to argue with that.
āFuck yes, whatever you want.ā He runs his nose down along your thigh and back to your center, taking a few long, languid licks before he begins to slowly work his way up your body.
I have a few fics of mine that I come back to over and over and this is one of them. I'm so glad it was what you needed. I hope it will get you through many months š
A/N: Well, this isnāt what Iāve been trying to write, but it is writing nonetheless! I felt called to watch my favorite YouTube edit the other day and this is what happened.Ā Many thanks as always to @burntheedges for beta reading and always being so encouraging.
Relblogs and comments are always appreciated!
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āYou know what it does to me, seeing you in these jeans, Agent PeƱa,ā you say coming up behind him as he studies the board of suspects in the conference room.Ā Ā
āWhaāā He tries to turn around, surprised, but you grab him by the hips and hold him steady. āHands on the wall, Agent.ā
Javi slowly raises his arms and presses his hands into the board in front of him.Ā The jeans in question are gray and faded.Ā They hug his hips and ass like theyāre painted on.
āYou know what I think about when I see you in these jeans?ā you ask, pressing your body up against his backside.Ā You watch his adamās apple bob in his throat as he swallows and rasps, āno.ā
āNo? Hmmā¦Ā I swear Iāve told you, but Iāll tell you again.ā You run your hands down the sides of his hips over the soft denim, back up to his waist and continue up his sides. āI think about how your broad shoulders taper down to your tiny waist.ā You extend your hands along his arms, running your fingers over the muscles of his shoulders, biceps, and forearms, then drag them back down. āItās so slutty, Agent PeƱa, your waist.ā
His breath hitches as your hands curve around his ass.
āAnd this ass, I think about it a lot.Ā So sweet and flat as a pancake. Perfect.ā You give him a squeeze before slipping your hands around to his thighs.
āBut what I think about most, Agent Penaā¦ā you rub your hands up and down his thighs as he takes shuddering breaths.
āWhaā t-tell me,ā he gasps.
āI think about how impossible it is that your thick cock fits in these jeans.ā
Javi groans as you move one hand to rub up and down his hardening length.
āIsnāt it uncomfortable? Having that thing in there? So big? So hard?ā
Javi whimpers as you continue rubbing your hand up and down as his cock strains against his fly.Ā With each pass of your hand, he tests the limits of his tight jeans.
āYes,ā he whispers, fingers flexing against the wall.
You hum into the back of his neck and bring your other hand to his belt buckle.
āI canāt have that, can I?ā
āPlease,ā he begs, āfuck, please.ā
You smile against his back as you work his belt open and drag the zipper of his fly down.Ā His heavy breathing and the rasp of the zipper are the only sounds in the empty office.
His cock springs into your hand.Ā Of course, he isnāt wearing anything underneath.
Javi shudders with relief, dropping his head between his arms.
His cock rests heavy and warm in your palm.Ā You wrap your fingers around the base, savoring how much of your fingers it takes to wrap all the way around him. WIth a gentle squeeze you drag your hand up his impressive length, all the way to the ridge and over the head.
Itās absurd, a cock this big extending from hips this tiny.
You drag your hand back down, tugging his foreskin with you as you go and twisting slightly at the base before repeating the motion.Ā Javi pants as you stroke him steadily up and down.
āDo you like that, Agent PeƱa?ā
āFuck, yes,ā he throws his head back, revealing the arc of his neck to you. A faint sheen of sweat glistens across his skin.
On your next pass up his cock, you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the bead of precum you find there.Ā You swirl it over the head, before dragging your hand back down.
Your other hand slips under his shirt and slides up his tummy and chest until his heart thumps under your palm.Ā You pull him against your chest while you relentlessly work his cock.
Javiās pants and increasingly frantic āfucksā echo through the deserted space and you smile into the back of his neck breathing in the blend of cigarettes, leather, and man that is distinctly Javi.
You lick up his neck and take his earlobe between your teeth, scraping the tender skin as you murmur in his ear, ācome for me.ā
His fingers twitch and the muscles of his shoulders and arms flex with the strain of his arousal.
āFuck, fuck, fuck,ā he chants as he spills into your fist and onto the linoleum floor.
You hold him tight to you, his heartbeat a frantic rap against your palm, as he sags in relief and his breath slows.Ā You draw your hands back to his hips and press a kiss against the back of his neck.
āI expect you to clean that up, Agent PeƱa,ā you say as you push away from him.Ā āThen Iāll see you at home.ā You wink as you turn and leave.
To have that man - that Agent PeƱa (using his title like that? OOF ā¤ļøāš„).... with all his swagger, come apart like that in your hands - literally and figuratively....
