Just Take It by jams_jams - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,181)
Shane gasped as his hands exploded, flapping back and forth. His back arched, and as he let the most beautiful whine escape his lips. He could be good for Ilya. He could be so, so good.
“Oh, fuck, Shane,” Ilya bit his lip. “Look at how beautiful."
Melt With You by there_must_be_a_lock - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,054)
Ilya murmurs, “I like you like this. Nice and – complying? What is word?”
“Compliant,” Shane offers dizzily.
“Yes, this. Compliant.” Ilya’s hips swivel, and he hits that perfect angle with every syrupy thrust, lighting him up from the inside. “Following orders, no arguing. You should be like this all the time.”
“You’d hate that,” Shane says, without hesitation, even as his voice breaks into a whimper.
Ilya chokes out a ragged laugh and admits, “Yes, probably.”
[Or: Shane insists that he is fine, Ilya insists that he is selfish, and they both insist that this whole thing is casual. Everyone here is lying through their fucking teeth.]
I only see it when you show me by laundry (lovesjar) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,971)
“If it happened, you can complain,” Ilya reasons, “and I will listen. Like you did for me on the phone. And we can make list. And it will not kill you.”
Beach Vacation Fantasy by WanderLustn - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,298)
Shane was excited to be on a real vacation with his husband, Ilya. They had decided to indulge each other’s fantasies while enjoying the sea, surf and sun. On the first day of vacation Shane's wandering gaze fixed on a tall, muscular, gorgeous man who was the embodiment of his perfect beach fantasy. The tanned and toned man lit a dangerous fire in Shane, one that could easily burn out of control.
Talk by AC91 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 5,083)
5 times Shane talks about Ilya, +1.
Between Press Takes by Anonymous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,680)
Shane nods. He can still feel it, though—the slight burn, the pleasant ache. A secret badge he's wearing under professional-grade concealer and a Montreal Voyageurs polo.
His phone buzzes. He waits until he's alone in the hallway to check it.
Lily: You are still coming back after yes?
Shane's mouth twitches. He types back quickly.
Jane: Maybe. Depends on how long this takes.
Lily: Do not make me wait Hollander
Lily: I am not finished with you
Shane's sitting through a press conference with foundation on his neck, the thin coating being the only thing that is stopping the whole world (or, well, whoever is watching) not see Ilya Rozanov's "proud work". Unfortunately for Shane, he can't keep his mind off of his boyfriend the entire time. (And a bonus chapter!)
Freefall by Ampersand24 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,814)
Shane sends the text. June 2014, Las Vegas
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“Hollander,” Ilya’s voice echoed through the wood, his frustration audible.
“Shane,” was whispered next, an octave quieter like he feared calling his name.
Ever the glutton for punishment Shane unlatched the door.
am i making you feel sick? by softnotspoken - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4,838)
Shane rests his head on Ilya’s shoulder. “Is it the medication, you think?”
Ilya hates the question, but he nods anyway. “Probably, yes. I was not like this before.”
Or: Ilya Rozanov used to know exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Now, after months of being on antidepressants, desire feels like a stranger to him, and not even Shane Hollander is able to bring it back.
fever dream by roxykris - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,271)
Ilya gets the flu and his fever spikes high enough that he starts slipping into Russian, reliving memories of being punished for showing weakness as a kid. Shane doesn't understand the words, but he can hear the fear—and has to keep Ilya grounded while the fever works its way through his system.
The Glasses Effect by peppermint_twist - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,695)
Shane was wearing a black suit. Not just any black suit—tailored sharp, hugging his shoulders and chest in a way that made Ilya’s mouth go dry. The fabric caught the stage lights like oil on water. And the glasses. Those fucking wire-frame glasses Shane sometimes wore off-ice, the ones that made him look like a sexy librarian who could bench-press you into next week.
Or: Shane wears his glasses during an interview with Jimmy Fallon. Ilya finds it such a turn on.
