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Fic idea in which Hayden uploads a video titled "For the people who still believe either of them would throw a game for the other" and it's a video of Shane and Ilya arguing if Ilya let Shane win at some board or card game. At one point.throws Shane divorce papers at Ilya, yelling he would rather die alone than get an easy win from Ilya. Ilya rips the papers apart while yelling at Shane that he would rather take a blade to the throat than letting Shane win any kind of game. At some point both try to get other people to confirm or deny if Ilya threw the game. They're yelling the whole time.
After an enormous amount of concern from the viewers, Hayden post a Pic of hollanov while they're making out, quite aggressively, the caption reading "no worries, while the heat of the rivalry may have faded from the ice, it continues om in their private lives. And while it may seems pretty intense, they're both pretty happy, as seen above".
Half of the viewers have a moment of "Oh fuck. It was fucking foreplay for them and they did it right in front of our eyes. For years."
this has definitely been said before, but imagine being the other guy who read for ilya with hudson and hearing months later about how hudson felt like connor was gonna pin him down and fuck him. like. imagine being turned down for a role and then later discovering that it wasn't bc you weren't good enough, you just weren't insane-horny-soul-bonded with the other actor. as an actor, i'd be genuinely comforted by that bc like, no one else stood a fucking chance.
Summary: Shane and Ilya have always been competitive in their relationship, especially about hockey. Once they start dating, nothing changes except the way that they handle the age old hockey arguement.
A/N: I got this idea from a recent ask that @/nhasablog got! This goes out to them and their prompt, I might write the part 2 thag another ask sent in. Hope you enjoy!
(Obvious warnings for sexual implications, etc.)
"I am better at hockey than you, anyway."
Shane reeled back with an indignant expression at Ilya's words, but didn't go far when Ilya started to press kisses down his neck and to his chest. They were in Shane's apartment in Montreal currently, meeting up after a game against each other.
"You can't insult me and then try and bribe your way out of it with kisses." Shane murmurs, moving his head to rest on one of the many the pillows below them.
"I am not getting out of it," Ilya replies against the skin of Shane's chest. "What I said is true."
"No it's not." Shane shakes his head as Ilya continues his kisses lower, his hands starting to work on Shane's belt. "I beat you all the time."
Ilya hums in disagreement. "You can argue all you want, you know I'm right."
Before Shane could disagree again, Ilya managed to pull down his pants fully, and his mouth found it's way down to between Shane's thighs. He was quickly too preoccupied with his own moans to protest, but Shane would remember Ilya's words for later.
Months passed since that conversation, but the arguement never really died down. With hockey, they both agreed to always stay competitive (and really, they couldn't let each other win even if they tried). That same competitiveness still continued as they started dating months later, and bled into other parts of their relationship too.
Boston and Montreal were set to play each other the next day, and Shane was happy to find Ilya standing in his apartment's kitchen, shirt off and fridge open, when he got back from an evening practice. Ilya's team had flown in that day and after dropping off his bags, Ilya came to see Shane early.
"Hey," Shane smiles and drops his bags as he walks over to Ilya. His expression was weary as practice had been tiring but Ilya being here early made it better.
"Hey." Ilya smiles back and wraps his arms around Shane. "I made food."
"I see that." Shane murmurs into Ilya's neck, relaxing against his chest. "How was your flight?"
"A little long but mostly boring." Ilya shrugs. "How was practice?"
Shane sighs as his answer. "A bit tough." He adds. "I feel weirdly exhausted."
Ilya hums as he rubs Shane's back. "I can tell, you feel tired. And sweaty."
"No, really?" Shane says sarcastically with a small smile as he pulls back to look at Ilya. "My backhand pass was awful tonight." He grumbles as he reaches for a sandwich that Ilya made.
"I already told you that you have a weak backhand." Ilya replies and doesn't miss Shane's glare. "You should listen to me, I'm very good at hockey."
"Oh, are you?" Shane snarks playfully. "I didn't know. What's your name again?"
"Very funny." Ilya eyerolls. "I am serious, you should listen."
"I know you are." Shane says as he bites into his sandwich.
"I'm the best player in hockey."
"I don't know about that."
"It's true." Ilya says confidently. "I would take advice from the best hockey player, he's probably right. You luckily have his advice whenever you want."
"And whenever I don't want it." Shane adds and shakes his head. "Also, you're not the best player."
Ilya hums thoughtfully, but his smirk is entirely playful. "Maybe you are right." He says, which surprises Shane. "But I am at least better than you."
Shane gapes at Ilya's indignancy and jabs his fingers into his side, grinning when Ilya arches away with a laugh. "Asshole." He calls at his lover.
"But you love me." Ilya grins as he grabs Shane's hand and pulls him into a kiss.
Shane hums and follows Ilya into the kiss, pushing the blonde against the fridge as his hands roam to hold Ilya's jaw. Their kisses quickly turn hot and open mouthed as their tongues slide against each other. Shane can feel them moving as he guides them towards the bedroom and they tumble onto the bed.
The moment is sweet despite Ilya's cockiness, but his earlier jab does give Shane an idea. Ilya goes to pull Shane into another kiss but Shane pulls back and admires Ilya's pout.
"I have an idea." Shane says which Ilya scowls at. "What?"
"Am I going to like this idea?" Ilya grumbles. "I feel like I usually don't."
"It's more a deal." Shane offers and grins when Ilya perks up.
"I am listening. What is your deal, Hollander?" Ilya asks.
"I am going to tickle you for 5 minutes," Shane says with a smirk. "And you have to keep your arms helf up the whole time. If you put them down before the timer goes off then I'm the better hockey player."
Shane could see the gears turning in Ilya's head at his proposition. Ilya was extremely competitive, they both were. He knew that Ilya would never back down from a challenge given to him, especially one about hockey.
"Fine." Ilya agrees. "But, if I win, then I get to do the same challenge to you."
"Deal." Shane grins. He knew he would win, the only thing that Shane had to defeat was Ilya's pride.
Ilya grins nervously as he shifts back on the bed and holds onto the headboards with both hands, already squirming as Shane crawls over.
His muscles tense as Shane hovers one of his hands over Ilya's stomach while he uses his other hand to set a timer on his phone. "Ready?" Shane asks as he hovers his finger over the start button.
"Ready to hurry up and win this deal." Ilya grins and Shane grins back, starting the timer without another word and digging his hands into Ilya's sides.
Ilya bites his lip as Shane squeezes his sides, his face scrunching up to hold back laughter. His arms stay up as he was told and quiet giggles were slowly starting to teeter out of Ilya's mouth.
"Oh, come on." Shane grins, moving his tickling to Ilya's belly. "I never said you couldn't laugh."
Ilya grunts as he grits his teeth, trying to hold back laughter but is soon proven unsuccessful when Shane's thumbs find the soft spot of Ilya's hips and presses circles into the skin.
"S-Shane!" Ilya finally laughs, tossing his head back as he starts to kick his legs against the bed.
"Hm?" Shane hums with a smirk, letting one of his hands stay on his hip while the other crawls up to Ilya's neck and scribbles there. "What's wrong?"
"You're an a-ahahah!" Ilya squirms violently as Shane's hand sneaks down and squeezes roughly at Ilya's thighs, producing cackles. "Asshole!"
"Oh, I'm an asshole, huh?" Shane asks teasingly. "I wouldn't say that given your predicament."
Ilya growls playfully through his giggles and tries to trap Shane's wiggling fingers between his jaw and shoulder but only succeeds in making the tickling worse.
"You know, you can always put your arms down to stop me." Shane calls out when Ilya grips the headboard tightly.
"Noho!" Ilya tries to sound tough but his voice is too squeaky to sound anything other than cute. "I'm the better h-hocky plahahayer!"
"You sure?" Shane grins, moving both his hands to poke at Ilya's top ribs. Ilya squirms away from either hand but is met with the same poking on both side.
"Stohohop!" Ilya shakes his head. "I-I...Черт! Блин, боже мой!"
Shane laughs at the Russian words Ilya shouts out around his laughter. The blush that dusted Ilya's cheeks was rare but beautiful sight and he found himself wanting to run his thumb along the brighy color that usually didn't illuminate Ilya's face.
"Come on, it's been three minutes." Shane praises with a teasing tone.
"Прошло всего три года?!" Ilya yells, and though Shane doesn't understand it he can tell Ilya is shocked, and laughs anyway.
"You've got this." Shane grins as his lets his hands drop down to the kill, which was Ilya's inner thighs.
He squeezes his fingers into the soft flesh of Ilya's inner and upper thighs, wiggling and squeezing without abandon. Ilya tosses his head onto the pillows and arches his back as his legs slam shut too late. Shane already hsd a grip where he needed it and could see Ilya's arms shaking.
Finally, Ilya's arms come crashing down as he pushes Shane off and rolls away from his boyfriend. Ilya lays panting with a smile still stretched across his face and blush on his cheeks while Shane celebrates.
"Yes!" Shane crows. "I told you I'm the better player, and looks like you agree with me." He boasts.
"Whatever." Ilya forces a scowl on his face but it melts as Shane leans over and kisses his still pink cheek.
"I'm so glad we could come to an agreement on this." Shane smiles and Ilya eyerolls again.
"We do not agree." Ilya grumbles but is interrupted by his own yelp when Shane tweaks his side.
"I could tickle you more until we do?" Shane offers and Ilya huffs but shakes his head. "Good."
"You are lucky I am too tired to tickle you, Hollander." Ilya adds. "I will get my revenge eventually."
"Yeah, right." Shane scoffs and kisses him again, pretending like the threat didn't send a happy shiver down his spine.
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Shane is actually so lucky that his parents didn’t find out about Ilya until 2017 because “we’re in love and willing to do anything to be together” is infinitely more romantic and sympathetic than “he rails me in hotel rooms when we’re in the same city and sometimes sends me dick pics”
The posts about Shane hating Troy are so funny to me because I'm a Supernatural fan, and I'm used to my main characters teaming up with people who literally tortured them a couple episodes ago. Some homophobic chirping and being friends with Dallas Kent has nothing on that. I believe in Shane and Troy's ability to become friends.
