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“It was in 2013. The first time, we were in that stupid apartment of yours in Montreal. So many pillows, you hired someone to decorate. I knew it was your first time, like that, with anybody. I wanted to make it good for you so badly. I’d thought a lot about it. I’d planned for it, like I never would have for anybody else I’ve been with. I didn’t expect— I didn’t realize how right it would be. I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay in that bed forever just to hold you.”
“Holy shit,” Shane says.
Ilya sighs, glares at him. “You have got to stop saying that in response to my romantic declarations. Is bad for my nerves.”
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21 Jul 2026
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“Good game,” Ilya snarks, he can’t help it, and Hollander shoves him hard enough into the wall that he only narrowly avoids banging his head. “You looked so hot, that goal in the second, you deserve reward—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Hollander says, and he slams into Ilya with hardly less ferocity than they’d hit each other during the game, crushing their mouths together.
Ilya’s vision whites out, his knees nearly buckle. He’s grateful for the wall as he grabs at Hollander and pulls him in tight, shoving a thigh between Hollander’s legs, sucking and biting at his lips, groaning loud and uninhibited as Hollander’s hand comes up to the back of his neck, fingers twisting into his curls. The kiss is furious and wet and hot and so much, Ilya is so fucking hot for it, he’s been thinking about this for weeks, reading through his text thread with Jane, jerking off almost every night with the memory of the last time playing in a loop behind his eyelids.
He’s never wanted anything like he wants sex with Hollander, and it sort of feels like they’ve already been going at it for hours, every glance and chirp and hit on the ice has been building to this, working him, driving him fucking crazy.
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21 Jul 2026
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78 Seconds by Felifiran
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types
02 May 2026
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“What -“ Ilya started, his voice shaky and wet with blood. The movement made Shane’s hand slip, another gush of blood spurting across his fingertips.
“Shut up,” Shane bit in return, fraught. “Shut the fuck up.”
Or: At the Montreal - Boston game in April 2017, it is Ilya who is injured instead of Shane.
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21 Jul 2026
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Ilya's plan was to grab Shane and push him over, change their positions, get on top and fuck him into the mattress, just like he'd promised. His body still feels brittle, though, and no matter how much he'd like to do that his knee isn't working with him on this one. He takes calculated risks, not stupid ones.
There are things they haven't done, though. Even bone-deep exhausted, Ilya is itching for it.
or: There are always new things to try.
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21 Jul 2026
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"I am surprised, Hollander," Rozanov said, and Shane felt a twist in his stomach at the pronunciation of his name, the way it changed to fit Rozanov's mouth. "I thought you were boring. But all this time you were just weird."
"I'm not weird."
Rozanov smiled, a shiny, white-toothed grin that made him look younger, more playful. Like during the photoshoot, that fleeting moment when Shane realized that this was what it would have been like to have a friend.
"So you are boring?"
Or, every risk Shane takes is a calculated one. Some calculations are easier than others.
Or, Rookies but make it trans.
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20 Jul 2026