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Shane leaves that Vegas penthouse suite feeling wretched, and like an idiot, and like he never wants to see Ilya Rozanov again.
Except, well. Then there are zombies.
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29 Jun 2026
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In late 2014, celebrity photos start dropping. Ilya deletes his texts, his photos, a video he should never have taken. It isn't soon enough.
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15 Jun 2026
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next time, probably by schittyfic
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
12 Mar 2026
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"We should – in the shower, maybe? The water would cover up any…” Hollander clears his throat awkwardly. “Noises.”
Ilya stares at him. A thoroughly entertained grin spreads slowly across his face. “Noises,” he repeats.
Hollander opens his mouth, closes it again. His lips are so swollen. Ilya wants to bite them. “Well, do you want him to hear everything?”
“You think walls are made of paper?” Ilya asks incredulously.
“I’m just saying…”
Ilya’s voice drops into a low, teasing purr. “You are telling me you can’t control yourself, Hollander, is that it? Now that you don’t have cock in your mouth, you will be too loud. You are worried you cannot keep all those pretty moans to yourself?”
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Or: Shane's worried they'll be overheard in room 1221. He has a very sensible solution. Ilya has other ideas.
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07 Jun 2026
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come real quick (and get inside my mind) by coffeeinallcaps
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV)
28 Feb 2026
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He should just forget about Rozanov. Forget about Rozanov coming all over his own stomach as Shane watched, transfixed; forget about Rozanov’s hand curving possessively around Shane’s jaw to pull him in for a kiss. Forget about the dizzying, red-hot bolt of shame and anticipation and fear and arousal that had shot through him when Rozanov stroked two fingers down between his ass cheeks and pressed there—a question, an offer. A promise.
(In which Shane responds to Ilya’s texts between 2011 and 2013.)
“Stop saying dick pic,” Shane hissed. “This is harassment.” He glared at the bulge in his pants. “You are harassing me.”“I do not know what this word means.”
“How fucking convenient for you.”
“Aw, Hollander,” Rozanov said, but he sounded a little contrite. After a beat, he asked, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Shane said through clenched teeth, surreptitiously palming himself to take the edge off. It didn’t help.
“So do you want my dick or not?” Rozanov asked after another beat.
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06 Jun 2026
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Now, he’s at the airport on his way to Tampa for the fucking All-Star Game where he will not only be on the same team as Hollander but where he will also be his captain and center, and fucking Hollander is staring at him half naked from a fucking magazine stand like he’s daring Ilya to buy the magazine.
He isn’t going to buy it, of course.
OR; Ilya watches Rose Landry put lipstick marks on one Shane Hollander and loses his fucking mind.