Nerdy Hyperfixations

He’s a high level athlete with an unstable home life who actually cares whether his partner is having a good time. He is extremely sensitive to the signals other people are putting out and he is paying attention. And he’s built a career on some level on being willing and able to repeat a motion over and over until he’s told it’s right and then replicate that consistently. That probably translates pretty well to sex. So Ilya probably has a solid, well-earned reputation as a good sexual partner, but he’s not naturally gifted or super experienced when he first hooks up with Shane.

ilya: shane is the best player in the NHL no contest

reporter: shane hollander same question.

shane: the fucking thing that we used with the pancake mix

ilya: whisk?

shane: no the flat thing!

ilya: pan?

shane: no, the flip!

ilya: spatula?

shane: YES THE SPATULA! anyway cassie i think our spatula isn’t really good do you gave a good brand you can recommend?

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It's nice, not having to get up and run out of the room immediately after they're done fucking.

The hotel room sheets are rumpled, Rozanov - Ilya - lying on top of them with his arm outstretched while Shane rests his head on his shoulder.

"I missed this," Shane admits, saying it so quietly that it barely comes out.

"Did you now?" Ilya asks, and Shane can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Fuck off," Shane laughs, reaching across his body to poke Ilya in the ribs. Ilya catches his wrist, wrestling him back down. It's light, playful. They're too tired from their first round of sex, anyway.

Eventually, they end up facing each other, Shane on his back, Ilya half-hovering above him, still lightly holding his wrist. Ilya softens his grip, and their hands slide together, palm to palm. Ilya's palm is warm and a little sweaty, but not unpleasantly so.

Shane can't help but stare at their joined hands.

Sometimes, girls wanted to do this, compare hand sizes. Inevitably, it always ended with the girl delighted about how much bigger Shane's hand was than hers.

It made Shane sad, for a second, that his hand was still bigger now, his palm slightly larger than Ilya's, his fingers a bit longer. Rozanov had big hands, strong, manly. Still, Shane's were larger.

"My hand's bigger than yours." It came out embarrassingly... pouty. Shane wanted... Shane had no idea what he wanted.

Ilya could pick him up, could lift him onto a kitchen counter, could carry him into his bedroom and toss him onto the sheets like he weighed nothing. Ilya could hold him down, could manhandle him here and there until Shane was a moaning, squirming mess, spreading his legs and arching his back just the way Ilya wanted him to.

That was what Shane wanted.

"Huh?" Ilya replied, voice dreamy.

"Our hands. Yours is smaller than mine." Shane repeated. When he looked up, Ilya's pupils were blown wide.

"Oh." Sounding dreamy still. "Yeah."

A second of silence passed between them.

Then, Ilya shifted on top of Shane, and Shane gasped. "Are you seriously hard again?!"

Ilya laughed, letting his head fall forward. It was so intimate, to see him like this, to have him smiling and laughing in bed, and Shane couldn't help but laugh, too.

"Did the hand size thing get you hard?"

"Yes, Hollander, fuck," Ilya admitted, "Is kind of hot, no?"

"My big hands?" Shane rolled his eyes.

"Yes, big hands for my big cock," Ilya said with a shit-eating grin.

"You're the worst."

same picture years later

As you might see in the author's notes, I'm taking a short break from writing and focusing on editing (Stand By Me, and A Drop in the Ocean) with my beta!

I'll update throughout, so if you'd like, you can read the revamp. And, in case you're worried: I won't be changing the plot, or any major details. I'm comfortable with how those sit. This will be mostly grammatical and structural!

Also, I finally spoke to someone close to me who has kids. So I've got the inside scoop on what first-time parents go through. Hopefully, the stories will become more immersive now. Realistic, if you will.

If you'd like to be tagged in any sort of post pertaining to WIPs, like this post! So you can ask questions, launch ideas, etc. I love moots!! Mwah.

What I’m saying is this, sometimes Ilya will say something to Shane in front of the Centaurs that makes the whole locker room freeze up because if they said that shit to their own partners, they would be in the doghouse for months. But Shane will just shove Ilya or punch him in the shoulder and then they grin at each other like it was the funniest shit ever.

ilya asks him if he wants to leave yet and he shakes his head very lightly because he’s still having fun just soaking in the conversation without participating. so now what everyone else sees is shane hollander hooking his chin on ilya rozanov’s shoulder and hugging his arm and oh it must be a possessive thing because ilya was a manwhore and the entire time shane just feels most relaxed when he’s leaning onto ilya and letting ilya guide the social interactions.

“Yeah, Shane Hollander’s boyfriend scored that nasty goal in the third, tying up the game, really brought the energy back in—”

“There’s a lot of good chemistry on the ice — playing on the first line with Hollander’s boyfriend and Barrett is some of the best hockey I’ve ever played.”

“Yeah, the team is really pulling together for playoffs. When you’ve got an all-star like Shane Hollander’s fiancé as captain, he really makes you believe in yourselves. What? Oh, yeah, apparently he’s been holding that out on us since January. They still call each other boyfriends, though — I think cap has a grudge against the French language.”