Rozanov sends pictures and they don’t talk much. A bronze duck statue, a really gorgeous dress shoe sitting on top of a gross snowbank, the bright hole the moon makes in photos. Always unfocused, more the vague idea than an accurate representation.  Jane, 2:30 pm What are these? Lily, 2:41 pm Contact photo. i think you are duck most Jane, 2:45 pm I’m insulted. Being a sculpture is obviously less impressive than being a satellite planet. Lily, 2:46 pm True. i changed my mind. Youre a robot planet, is true.

When does a vice become an addiction? When does the relief refuse to stop at the exhale, just keeps breathing out all the air in your life until you can’t remember what used to fill the rest of it up?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77738541#main

Heaven is a bedroom (shane/ilya, 18k, M)

Jaw Man flicked his middle finger up at Ilya, who didn’t seem to mind, and gestured towards Shane and Hayden with raised eyebrows. “The f*** are you even doing right now, man.”

Ilya said briefly, “Orgy.”

“Uh,” said Shane, “no, that’s not—”

Ilya grinned at him. It was a mean-edged grin but something about it seemed to suggest that he was joking with Shane, rather than about him. “Oh, he speaks.”

“We’re not here for an orgy,” Shane said to Jaw Man. “We’re missionaries with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”

a winner at heart by pressuretoparty | E, 32k

Ilya's dick stops working one month before he's supposed to leave for the South of France. 

bull in the heather by garagepaperback | E, 28.3k

Shane never had any vices until he met Ilya Rozanov.

another uninnocent, elegant fall by Anonymous | E, 17k

Seven scandals in the life of Ilya Rozanov.

Malysh by theribbonsweregreen | M, 5.7k

A woman comes forward claiming she is the mother of Ilya Rozanov’s eight year old child.

car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6 by rockbound | E, 2.8k

The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in.

Adjustments by sheepknitssweater | E, 2.8k

Shane had been sucking Rozanov’s mostly soft dick for between six and eight minutes.

Before Swallowing by YankingAwry | E, 2.1k

The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—

there should be studies done on the physics of words that don't follow our given laws - namely, how come this is technically under three thousand words but it is actually a length capable of wrapping around the earth and squeezing. what is that about in seriousness this is my favorite potent character study i've read in a while. we also have: - desire maximized through distance aka the early years when ilya is looking in the other direction humming to himself while his very own heart makes hard eye contact with the side of his jaw - best yuna - ilya's financial decisions as a demonstration for how he generally feels about the future, pre-shane and post-shane. not post, but, u know.

read a lot of beautiful things recently. alphabetically.

another uninnocent, elegant fall by anonymous (explicit, 17k) ❣️

Seven scandals in the life of Ilya Rozanov.

a winner at heart by pressuretoparty (explicit, 32k) ❣️

Ilya laughs. He finds that once he starts, he can't stop. He laughs at the fact that he's in France with Shane Hollander. He laughs at the fact he's Shane Hollander's boyfriend. He laughs at the fact that he gave up Moscow for a better life, only to end up in fucking Ottawa.  Ilya's dick stops working one month before he's supposed to leave for the South of France.

car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6 by rockbound (explicit, 3k)

The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—

Clean by dinosour (explicit, 7k)

Rozanov cocks his head to the side curiously. “This is porn thing?” “It isn’t a porn thing!” “It feels different?” He asks, nosing along his throat. “For you?” “I don’t know, but I don’t think so.” Psychologically, yes; physically, probably not. He hadn’t felt whatever Rozanov had clearly felt the moment the condom broke. “Though I think it’ll feel different for you. Maybe better.” Rozanov pulls away until they can look each other in the eye. “I always feel good with you.” It doesn’t feel like a compliment, but like he’s making a point. “You don’t need to do this for me.” “I know. I want to do it.” Shane insists. Shane and Ilya experiment. It's a success.

Compatible by jewelledfoxes (explicit, 18k)

Ilya’s blood has always run hotter than Shane's. Or: Yay Hollanov free use! Everybody cheered!

cottaging by gone_girl (explicit, 10k) ❣️

Ilya was good at noticing things about people, and he was good at understanding them. Shane was not. That was okay. Shane had developed his own way of getting to know Ilya. It involved a lot of inane questions and, more importantly, no longer involved condoms.

Everything You Know by ineptshieldmaid (explicit, 6k)

"Is it weird," Ilya says, and Shane turns a little to meet his eyes, "That I have never done this?" "What, fingered me on a couch? I'm sure…" "No, Hollander," Ilya says, in the voice he reserves for when Shane is being particularly obtuse. "That is not what I mean."

fall in love again and again by Ehlihr (mature, 25k) ❣️

Shane wakes up on Tuesday at 5:26 AM on game day in Boston, four minutes before his alarm goes off. Shane wants it to be Wednesday. But no matter what, Shane wakes up on Tuesday at 5:26 AM on game day in Boston, four minutes before his alarm goes off. ”Fuck,” he croaks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Chapter 1: Shane wakes up on the same Tuesday over and over again after leaving Rozanov in a rush. Tuesday is his second least favourite day of the week, so he's not really happy about it. Chapter 2: Ilya notices Shane acts strangely. He just never remembers.

found it on my own by coldhome (mature, 3k)

In the stale hallway of the Sports Hall of Fame, he understands the cottage more. He has to wander down unpaved paths for privacy. Ilya looks over at the growing crowd around Shane. There are things to learn, he decides. There are things to learn that cannot be kept behind glass in this wretched museum. Or, Ilya and Shane learn each other.

holding tightly when you invite me by thesehands (explicit, 7k)

“Actually, uh—“ Shane scratched the back of his neck and dropped his gaze to the floor by Ilya’s chair. “Would you mind if I sucked you off?”

“Would I mind?” Ilya asked. “No, I would not mind. You want my cock again that badly, Hollander?”

house rules by Calico (explicit, 6k)

Shane's brought Ilya to his cottage, which means something, doesn't it? And whether it's a test, or an experiment, or an audition - Ilya is determined he will triumph. By any means necessary.

jumping someone else's train by HeartOfDecember (explicit, 11k)

"Typical dirty Americans," Rozanov said. He took the pitcher and started pouring water into the four glasses. "You wear your shoes indoors and then you want to fuck someone else's husband and then you expect him to sleep in the same filthy sheets." Scott opened his mouth to retort back, but Rozanov, the gracious host, was handing him a cold glass of water. "Well, we will all get very dirty together tonight," he continued. "Shane, my sweetheart, you are outnumbered. Better hydrate." Hollander drank obediently. Needing something to do with his hands, Scott sipped his water, too. Kip traced circles lightly along his back. The silence that felt so pleasant outside by the fire now settled heavily over them. Scott cleared his throat. "So," he said. "What are we doing?" Rozanov looked at him like he was stupid. "Is it not obvious? We are going to run a train on my husband."

listen how the heart beats lying next to him by pumpkinless (explicit, 8k)

Every time a text came through about flight times, Shane thought that would be the last one. That Ilya would say, no, actually, but I cannot come to your home over the summer and fuck you in your bed for two weeks and kiss and play house like we are boyfriends, because we are hockey rivals and this has been a seven year long mistake. Also, I will be blocking your phone number and never want to see you again unless I am beating you on the ice. He had doubted every second until Ilya was finally in his car in the airport parking garage.

love and lust (wanna be yours) by blankjournal (explicit, 12k)

“You really wouldn’t mind if I had sex with someone else?” Ilya does mind. Hearing it said back to him, almost makes him flinch, a sudden and brittle sound right next to his ear that he fails to recoil from in time. But he swallows back the bitter truth and replies, “Of course not. If that is what you want.” He waits, sitting on his living room couch, phone pressed painfully against his ear, his other hand gripping his knees till his knuckles blanched. He could feel his own heart rattling behind his ribs, pulse rockingloudly. His mind was an echo of alarm, demanding of him: Why isn't Shane saying anything? It was the loudest silence he’s ever lived through, until Shane finally said, “Okay.” OR: inspired by the fight in TLG where Ilya tells Shane he can sleep with other men. But this time, Shane actually takes the offer.

Menace by Charlotte_Stant (mature, 5k) ❣️

Of course Ilya had known that Shane would come back but it was gratifying, still, the text from Jane, Can we meet up when you’re here tomorrow, I don’t care where. I really need to see you. The intimation, probably accidental, that Shane was so very desperate he was open to the idea of Ilya fucking him in the street. Ilya typed and deleted many potential replies, which was not characteristic of him. (Or: Shane gets blackmailed. Ilya handles it.)

See You at the Melting Point by DeclaredDove (explicit, 1.5k)

Hollander has a lot of commercials. Ilya has favorites. For normal reasons.-- --OR Ilya wants. It’s a problem.

speed limit by radialarch (teen, 1k)

82 games in a season doesn't leave much time for braving traffic on the 417.

sympathy fuck by lustmord (explicit, 10k) ❣️

We won’t release a statement right away, someone from the front office said, but if you’re missing a couple games there’s going to be questions. What are we going to call it? A family emergency? Ilya had almost laughed. What emergency? His father is already fucking dead.

the gift by stammiviktor (mature, 8k)

Ilya wanted so badly to just tell Svetlana: It’s Shane Hollander, it’s always been Shane Hollander. He wanted to invite her over after the game so he'd know it was possible for her and Shane to exist in the same room without the world collapsing. He was calling Shane back before he even thought about it, his heart in his throat.  “Ilya?” “Can I invite Svetlana?" He could never have expected what happened next. Or: Only a few months after the cottage, Shane meets Svetlana—and goes to great lengths to defeat his jealousy.

whispers carried on second wind by MilesbyMicah (explicit, 5k)

on ilya

sympathy fuck by lustmord (E | 10463 | Shane/Ilya, Ilya/others)

We won’t release a statement right away, someone from the front office said, but if you’re missing a couple games there’s going to be questions. What are we going to call it? A family emergency?

Ilya had almost laughed. What emergency? His father is already fucking dead.

car wash redhead, tube top R.E.M. concert, juror #6 by rockbound (E | 2832 | Shane/Ilya)

The only trick is to have no fear, and even less fear than that the more trouble one is in. Ilya cannot teach that to a man who has directed his energies into becoming, not like a saint, but like a painting of a saint, all dripping in symbolism: the way the robe drapes here, yes, that is on purpose, and the angle of the light, the patron’s face in the crowd, the instrument of the martyrdom in his hand and the fruit in the bowl on the table, all arranged except when—

on the mlh

Teeth I barely knew I had by distressednoise (T | 3970 | Ilya-centric)

Ilya wrings out his shirt and tries to swallow the humilation burning at the back of his throat. "It is very funny," he says, flatly. "I am enjoying these jokes. I love to pay damages at every hotel. Is good for your poor sad American economy."

"They do it to everyone," Price repeats, as if Ilya is just anybody and that makes it ok.

Or: Ilya's rookie season costs more than expected.

some pacific wind by satorussuguru (G | 8792 | Shane/Ilya)

Someone’s posted a shaky video from the stands, just behind the whole altercation. It’s close enough to catch the snarl on Rozanov’s face as he charges up the steps. He’s so pretty, Shane thinks faintly. The video starts too late to show what set him off, but it catches the tail end of what the man is yelling, the things he's saying about Shane, before pivoting to calling Rozanov a cunt and bitch and a pussy instead.

//

Rozanov drops his gloves for Shane. He wishes he could just be grateful, but it feels a little bit like the end of the world.

fucking ilya rozanov

possibilities by anonymous (E | 6941 | Shane/Ilya)

Shane didn't fuck him, and that’s the part that’s really fucking Ilya over.

reciprocation by watchriverdale (E | 3137 | Shane/Ilya)

It’s not that he thinks Rozanov’s unsatisfied, exactly. But. Maybe that’s because he only sees Shane a handful of times a year. If it were more often, if they had a more regular schedule, maybe Roz’s curiosity would have run out by now. It did before, and Shane has been so fucking careful, not to repeat those mistakes, so if this is a problem, well. Shane can be interesting.

me, in shapes to make you pleased by eternalbrook (E | 1889 | Shane/Ilya)

“Oh, so is my fault I am big strong top with giant Russian dick and all little bitch boys want to bend over for me? No one cares about my prostate?”

the eroticism of a lens

So Take my Picture, Picture, Picture by TroubleIWant (E | 4431 | Shane/Ilya)

Ilya has some fun ideas about how to show Shane exactly how good he looks getting fucked.

OR

“Is Polaroid,” Ilya clarifies. “No files, no sharing… very private.”

Hollander swallows, stares a beat longer, and then aggressively doesn’t look anywhere near the camera or Ilya. “Okay. So?”

Ilya thinks, it’s always this. Hollander feints towards something he wants, and Ilya gets it for him, and he offers it up like a toy for a cat. Not too needy, not too blasé, he must twitch it at just the right pace. Here, kitty kitty.

“I would like to take some, see how you look,” Ilya offers oh so casually. “It’s just for fun. You can keep all of them, after. Put them through the shredder. I don’t care.” He cares. The things he’d do to keep one of those photos.

Hollander wets his lips, glances back at the camera, flushes. Then the pounce: “You can leave it on the nightstand.”

See you at the Melting Point by DeclaredDove (E | 1509 | Shane/Ilya)

Hollander has a lot of commercials. Ilya has favorites. For normal reasons.

-- --

OR Ilya wants. It’s a problem.

the invention of kink

Buzzer Beater by mcshrug (E | 8257 | Shane/Ilya, but crucially Shane/his own hand)

Shane finds getting himself off boring.

At least, he used to. Before Ilya Rozanov got involved.

Downy by anonymous (M | 3184 | Shane/Ilya)

Ilya blames it on Shane. Only because it is objectively Shane’s fault.

The thing is that Shane likes systems. Schedules. Processes. And Ilya couldn’t care less except that Shane has ruined that, too.

And he never had any intention of admitting it. It was his dirty secret that Shane never needed to know about at all. And if he connected the desperation of Ilya’s want every Sunday after the dryer dinged and he dumped laundry into a hamper to then fold on their bed–and if Ilya would slink into the room and situate himself against the headboard or on the floor against their dresser and just watch, well, objectively, very often Ilya liked to watch Shane.

//

or, Ilya Rozanov has a laundry kink and he's not proud of it.

Sunday Blue by chaentics (E | 9150 | Shane/Ilya)

This is the deal: Ilya and Shane don't know each other. Shane’s there to relax. He’s there to grab a beer and watch whatever’s on the bar TV and speak to no one. Ilya might approach him, or might not. It’s not up to Shane. If he has to wait, he waits. No questions once they’re in it, but there will be nothing unsafe, no doing anything that’d show up on a medical. Shane’s job is to trust—to believe a little.

Again, this is the deal: Shane takes what he’s given.

wips i feel like i'm missing a kidney about

home economics by anonymous (M | Shane/Ilya | 19.7k in 2/3 chs)

The Swiss National League doesn’t care about the legendary Hollander-Rozanov rivalry. When the MLH can’t negotiate with the Hockey Players’ Union in time to prevent a hockey lockout at the start of the 2015 season, the Zürich Lions jump at the chance to sign both Shane and Ilya to short-term contracts. For four months in Switzerland, they share a team, a line, a house, and a bed.

Then the lockout ends in January, and it’s time to go back. Back to different countries, cities, lives. Beds.

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Here's the results of my June and July reading! Maybe I'll do this again next Thursday, or maybe you'll see it again sometime in September.

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When Will was young enough to be left alone while his dad was out on a job, but not old enough to go along and make himself useful, he’d gone fishing somewhere he shouldn't have.