Angel Kisses by shibalmylife - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 3,490)
"By the way," He starts, shutting the tap off before facing his husband completely, "The company asked me to do more shoots next week—same concept."
"Shane, moya lyubov," Ilya groans dramatically, his hand finding its rightful place on Shane's hip. Shane doesn't miss the way Ilya's thumb rubs against his exposed skin as his dress shirt rises up just slightly. "If I burn the company down, you will not have shoot anymore, yes?"
or: a new brand deal requires shane to hide his freckles. ilya is not having it.
we've both been very brave by Anonymous - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,974)
Ilya's hands are in his hair, his teeth on on his lip
lost in translation by gurlsrool - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4,506)
Max stands, pacing again, and says, “I mean, what do I do? I can’t tell them I know now. It’s way too late for that.”
“It’s really okay,” Troy says far too optimistically. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Yeah, you can say that because you're not the one who heard Ilya tell Shane he misses his slutty little mouth."
Or: The Centaurs' newest rookie speaks Russian. It's too bad that Shane and Ilya don't know that.
Done Deal by Tardis_jpg - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,123)
An alternative ending to the hospital scene where loopy Shane has no filter.
UPDATE: now with Gaishnik's drawing for the nudes! NSFW fanart!
Everyone, thank my girlfriend for providing you with porny drawings.
Tidal Wave by abeachonsaturn - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,653)
"No," Shane said again, a minute or so later.
"No?" Ilya mumbled against Shane's skin.
"Not good," Shane said petulantly.
Ilya pulled his face away from Shane's shoulders and opened his eyes, though he couldn't make out much. Some horrible realization was building in his chest, and he wasn't sure he wanted to see it clearly. Still, he asked, "You're not good?"
Shane sighed like he was in pain. "Not good enough."
Ilya reminds Shane how good he is.
sophomore slump or comeback of the year? by rowed - (Rating: Mature, Words: 600)
A wave of emotions washed over Hayden then, a strange combination of annoyance, despair, self-pity, and abject horror. Luckily for him, Shane and Jackie were approaching with the children in tow before Rozanov could say anything else that would scar him for life.
“Shane. Shane! Did you hear what he just said?” Hayden asked hysterically.
i (heart) you by Literal_Multifandom_Trashcan - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 1,662)
“Ilya! And Svetlana! Hi!” Shane exclaimed cheerily, looking at Ilya’s face with an open expression of adoration. Oh. Oh. Shane was most certainly drunk.
Ilya was going to have his hands full.
or:
shane hollander clingy drunk agenda, ft ilya rozanov experiencing cuteness aggression
Please Don't Go by WillowDeville - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8,865)
“I don’t want to look at you right now.” Ilya’s voice is raw but firm. “I don’t want to talk to you. Go home.” Leaving the towel bunched up on the counter, he tries to leave.
No fucking way. Shane steps into his path and stops him. There is no way he’s letting Ilya walk away like that. And why the fuck is Ilya the one who is upset? He’s the one who brought up that stupid party in the first place. And he’s the one who can’t answer one fucking question.
Shane discovers how tired Ilya is of hiding and how much it hurts him that no one knows. Shane also discovers that he’s the asshole in this scenario and decides to change that, fuck the consequences. He can panic about it another day.
in the murky deep by boxysmiles - (Rating: Mature, Words: 7,552)
Shane rests his head against the window. Breathes in, out. Clenches his hands into fists on his lap, then slowly uncurls them.
Nothing between his fingers now. No bedsheets, no shirt, no Ilya. No proper goodbye.
No kiss.
"Fuck," he breathes out. Fuck.
This isn't the same as all those years ago. It isn't, and he knows it. But there's a strange, hollow feeling that's starting to expand in his chest. Making his ribs feel brittle, his lungs made paper-thin.
Shane drops. It's unfortunate timing.
Giving You What You Want by softestevie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,558)
”You want my babies inside you, Hollander?”
”Oh, fuck you!” Shane groaned, but added ”, Yes!”
Or: Shane’s breeding kink. Ilya’s too.
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