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Shane didn’t really use Instagram, not like Ilya – almost to a unhealthy degree – did.
But, he sometimes went in to browse, like when Ilya or Rose or JJ tagged him in anything.
Today, Ilya had posted a picture of him from the back. It was a truly beautiful picture. It was a picture taken during the summer at the cottage, they had had Yuna and David over for a barbecue and had been swimming and playing with Anya. Shane had been sitting up and turning to laugh at a joke that his mom had made and Ilya had taken this picture of him without noticing. He was slightly silhouetted against the setting sun of the lake, his skin glistening because he has just gotten out of the water, his profile was contrasted against the sun and he did look truly happy. The oranges and yellows framed him so that he looked almost ethereal. It was amazing the way that the sun could make someone look like a deity. It had been a good day.
Ilya had captioned it “Mine” and yeah, Shane liked seeing his tag on the picture.
He was scrolling down at the comments of everyone calling them a beautiful couple, couple goals or just hearts or heart eye emojis when his eyes fell on one comment.
@hockeyslut: so this is rozanov view when he’s fucking him
@nhl-loca: yeah, hollander definitely has bottom eyes
His stomach dropped. He didn’t mind their dynamic, he actually loved it, he always enjoyed himself, having Ilya fuck him was Shane’s own little slice of heaven and the blissed out feeling he got from his husband was enough to kill for, hell he’d risked his career for years just for it.
But, that ugly, deep part of himself wondered what gave him away. What about him made it obvious that he was a bottom? He hated that part of himself, the one that had him second guessing buying certain clothes in certain colours, the one that had him freaking out at Ilya painting his nails at the Pike’s house, or the one that refused to put on glitter when Ilya and him had gone out partying with Rose in LA.
“Shane?” Ilya asked, looking down at his husband slowly spiralling, he sat next to him on the couch and pulled Shane’s hand into his lap “What is it?”
Shane looked at his husband, it was intense how Ilya was able to look at him like he was reading directly into Shane’s soul.
“Am I obvious?” Shane asked
“Obvious about what?” Ilya asked, confused
“About, um—” Shane looked to the floor, Ilya knew that he sometimes had to look away “being a bottom?” Shane mostly whispered
“Are you” Ilya paused “unsatisfied?”
“God, no!” Shane said looking up and Ilya face seemed to let go of a worry he was holding “I just – like, did I do something to give it away?”
Ilya’s mouth turned down, he looked at Shane wordlessly, his face scrunched up
“Shane, liking what you like doesn’t make you any less of a man” Ilya said quickly
“I know, I know” Shane said “I just---”
“Why are you asking this?” Ilya asked
Shane looked around as he let out a breath
“It’s dumb” Shane said
“Tell me!” Ilya said holding Shane’s chin and forcing him to turn to him
“The picture you posted,” Shane sighed “someone commented saying that I have “bottom eyes””
Ilya looked at him and smiled as he started laughing
“Shut up” Shane said pushing him but, starting to laugh himself
Ilya leaned forward and pressed a big wet kiss to his husband’s cheek
“My lyublyu people are dumb, look at this” Ilya said as he pulled out his phone and scrolled down to show Shane one of his Instagram posts.
It was a picture that Harris had taken, it was when Ilya had been injured and had to take a couple of week off to do rehab but, he still went to practice to chew the team out off gear. The picture was very cool. Standing on the ice in sneakers, joggers and a hoodie, the picture showed Ilya yelling at Barret. Harris had take the picture from below and had put a black and white filter so that Ilya’s curls looked like they had a halo with the light of the arena behind him. Harris had captioned it “even as a civilian, he’s still our captain”
The picture was also great because the sweats that Ilya was wearing really really showed off his ass. The way that he was posing, the way the pants hugged his hips and the angle Harris had chosen made it look huge.
The comments were mostly the peach emoji, and the cake emoji then, Shane looked at some of the comments.
@puck-aficionado: I would also go gay for that ass
@creasefreak: seriously is Hollander even gay? That ass is objectively amazing
@hockey-low-key: Hollander is really god’s favourite if he gets to fuck into that
@bunnypucky: the perfect ass for backshots. Hollander is a lucky man.
@puckpuckpuck: from one bottom to another, pass the glute routine king @ilyarozanov
Shane couldn’t help but let out a laugh, he looked up at Ilya
“See, people don’t now shit” Ilya explained “they just want to think about us fucking”
“Ilya, that’s gross” Shane said as he handed back his phone
“What, we are both hot and people are perverts” Ilya shrugged “Luca showed me drawing of us fucking”
“What?” Shane turned beet red as he turned to Ilya. A drawing of them fucking, for who ? For what ?
“It is a thing” Ilya said pulling out his phone “people draw us fucking on the internet”
Ilya was scrolling and was about to turn his phone when Shane slapped it out of his hand
“Ok, shut up” Shane said “I don’t want to see any of that”
Ilya laughed as he grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket.
“You know they have been drawing us since before we came out”
“What???” Shane said turning to Ilya “how did they know?”
“It is, how do you say,” Ilya moved his hand around as if trying to find the English word “guessing”
“Speculation?” Shane suggested
“Da.” Ilya said “many people think you are secretly married to Pike”
“Hayden?” Shane said confused
Ilya leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his husband; he gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.
“Yes, very stupid” Ilya said “the internet says you are married to Pike and I am dating Barrett”
“That makes no sense” Shane said
Shane was confused. Hayden was literally married to Jackie, they had 4 kids !! Plus he lived in Montreal while Shane lived in Ottawa with his HUSBAND? How would that even work? Also, Troy was in a relationship with Harris!! They posted about their relationship constantly….
It was just all very strange.
Shane turned to Ilya “why are you telling me this?”
“So you see that people are dumb and don’t know anything” Ilya said, giving him a quick peck “so ignore them”
So, Shane did. It helped his confidence because, no matter what he did people where going to believe whatever they wanted to believe. But, Shane knew the truth and the truth was that he had joined the Centaurs and along with his husband had won the team a cup on his first year and was now preparing for a playoff run.
Shane found himself laying in bed, pinned down by the captain of his team who was currently kissing his neck.
“So,” Ilya murmured into his neck “my star center”
Ilya continued kissing down his neck, to his other ear
“What do you want from your captain?”
It had taken a while for him to divorce his wants with his shame, stopped thinking of what they did together as dirty and just normal. It had taken a while but he had become more blatant in his wants. He was getting bolder, years of being with Ilya, the pressure of the closet door gone now that he was out, he could be confident in what he wanted, and what he wanted was to ride his husband face until he came on his chest.
So, that’s how they found themselves on a lazy afternoon, Ilya on his back and Shane sitting on his face, Ilya’s arms wrapped around his thighs, his hands opening up his cheeks to get in deeper.
He fucking loved this. Leaning back and holding Ilya curls with one hands while he smothered him with his ass. Shane was almost frantic with it, grinding his ass back into Ilya’s face and his dick into Ilya’s tits. He was lost in it, using his considerable leg strength to ride his husband’s face when he heard the *clack* of something breaking and Ilya suddenly pushed him off as he let out a “blyat!”
Shane turned around, looking at his husband.
Ilya was still, his hand moving to his neck.
“Are you ok?” Shane asked looking down at him “what happened?”
“I don’t know” Ilya said, looking up, not turning towards him
“Fuck, fuck, okay” Shane moved off the bed and walked so his face was above his husbands “What hurts?”
“My neck” Ilya said angrily “fuck”
“Fuck” Shane said “don’t move, I’m calling 911”
He grabbed his phone as he bit his nail as he waited on the line.
“911, how can I help you?” the phone operated answered
“Hi, I think my husband is injured?”
“Okay, how did he get injured?” the operator asked
Shane went red, fuck
“We where working out and they we heard a crack and he has neck pain”
“Ok” the operator said “Is he awake?”
“Yes” Shane said quickly
“Ok, this might be a broken neck so please make sure cannot move his neck, do you have pillows?”
“Yes” Shane said stepping forward
“Ok, take one and put it on each side of his neck, make sure to secure it so that he can’t move it while paramedics come get him, I’m assuming he’s lying down?”
“Yes” Shane answered as he pressed the pillows next to Ilya’s neck
“That’s good, just make sure he doesn’t move his neck and the ambulance should arrive in about 10 minutes”
And that is how Shane found himself opening the door to paramedics as he moved them up to the room. He had managed to put briefs and pants on Ilya while he dressed himself and the paramedics had side eyes Shane and Ilya when Shane had guided them to the bedroom.
They put a neck brace on Ilya and put him on a body board and Shane rode with him in the ambulance, holding his hand the whole time while he texted his parents.
“So, exercise injury” one of the paramedics said
“Yes” Shane said quickly as he tried to hide the red on his cheeks.
“Weird sports injury to have in a bed”
Shane wanted to disappear as Ilya laughed
“Don’t fucking laugh!” Shane said turning to Ilya
“My husband got carried away” Ilya said from his position in the ambulance “Makes sense, I have very good tongue”
The paramedics laughed as Shane just grew incredibly redder
“Shane do not feel bad” Ilya said as he squeezed his hand “You rode my face so hard you broke my neck”
“We don’t know that yet!” Shane said quickly as the paramedics laughed “Also, why are you being so chill about this?” Shane asked
“My lyublyu, you must admit this is very funny”
After an x-ray and an MRI the worry was confirmed, broken neck, no spinal cord damage (thank god!), 6 to 8 weeks of a neck brace until the bone healed then physical therapy. Ilya could be back in the ice for the neck season but, he was out for this one.
Shane was pacing around the room while Ilya looked on. He had a happy little grin on his face, mostly due to the drugs they had given him.
“Honey!” Yuna said as she walked into the room
“Mom, hi!” Shane said looking up and hugging his mom
She squeezed him and then her eyes wandered to Ilya
“Hello” Ilya said happily
“Oh, Ilya” Yuna said as she walked over to his bed and held his hand “how are you doing?”
“I’m good” he said dreamily “they gave me very good pain meds” he grinned as he closed his eyes
“That’s good, honey” she said as he tapped Ilyas cheek, she let go of her hand and turned to Shane “So what happened?”
Ilya’s eyes snapped open as he turned to Shane who glared at him and he bit his lip, holding in a laugh.
“What?” Yuna said turning from both of them
“It was an” Shane started, he cleared his throat “exercise accident”
“Exercise accident” Yuna repeated, not believing him at all “what type of exercise were you doing to break your neck?”
“Very rigourous exercise” Ilya joked
“Ilya” Shane snapped
Yuna turned to Ilya, who was giggling and Shane was refusing to meet her eyes when it dawned on her.
“Oh, okay” she said clearing her throat “I’m gonna go get you dad” she said as she walked out of the room which was when Ilya let out his laugh
“God, that’s embarrassing”
Shane walked out of the hall to see his parents talking as he got closer he could hear
“What type of sex where the having to break his neck?” Yuna was saying to David
David motioned with his eyes toward Shane to point out that Shane was arriving, Yuna quickly shut up and turned to Shane.
“Hey” he said weakly
“Hey, bud” David said “what’s up?”
“The doctor said 6 to 8 weeks with the neck brace, luckily there no spinal chord damage, just a simple bone break so it’s just the brace and pain management”
“Ok” Yuna said “let me call Farah so we can get ahead of this”
They where lucky that Ottawa had a strong enough team at this point with Shane and Troy having an almost psychic connections when playing together, and Luca, under Ilya’s guidance, become A LOT more self confident in his gameplay so that the Centaurs didn’t need Ilya but still, Shane worried.
Cromwell was looking for any instance of them fucking up to mess with them and Shane riding Ilyas face until he broke his neck leaving him unable to play seemed like a golden platter for Cromwell and the homophobic fans.
But then, the Centaurs played a fucking great playoff run, then won the conference finals and won a fucking CUP without Ilya Rozanov. Obviously Ilya was rink side cheering them on and captaining them with his neck brace but god, had it been glorious.
It had almost seemed that people had forgotten who THE FUCK Shane Hollander was, maybe Ilya had taken the Boston team to one cup but Shane had gotten the Metros there THREE FUCKING TIMES and now Shane, playing while Ilya captained from the side, got the Centaurs to their second cup.
Cromwell had nothing on them and the homophobic fans had even less. The Hollander - Rozanov dynasty was just getting started.
Ilya knew he spent too much time on twitter. But, he was nosy, and sometimes he liked laughing about what the fans were on about, some people came up with the wildest conspiracy theories that genuinely made him laugh.
He had been spending maybe way too much online but, he was still in a neck brace so he was allowed. It was probably coming off by the end of the week, so Ilya was enjoying his finals days of being lazy since next week meant the beginning of physical therapy which he was not looking forward to at all.
He scrolled over to the #hockey hashtag just to see what people where on about
@ilyaswife: I’m not buying the Rozanov exercise story. Seriously, a exercise injury ? Right before playoffs ? I think Hollander tried to kill him by pushing him down the stairs
@pucky: why the fuck would he try to kill his husband ?
@ilyaswife: so he could get the captain !! Did you see how he was playing, it’s obvious that he’s angry to not wear the C
@hockeylvr: girl wtf, Hollander moved from a 3 cup team to Ottawa to be with his husband, why would he kill him
@ilyaswife: exactly, he had to go to Ottawa and got a pay cut and lost the captaincy
@hollanova: “ilya’s wife” please you are one of those crazies who hates Hollander
@ilyaswife: because ilya isn’t gay, Hollander nerfed him by sending him to Ottawa so he could win a third cup
@puckpuck: girl wtf, then why would they get married ??
@ilyaswife: for citizenship !! Ilya can’t go back to Russia, shane ruined his life and now he is trying to kill him because ilya ruined his life
@motherpucker: girl, please go to therapy
@rozanova: at first I thought you where crazy but you kind of have a point, it all seems like a humiliation ritual of rozy
@rozy81: low key buying into the Shane Hollander multi year plan to destroy Ilya Rozanov
@bearbro: bro does give serial killer vibes
@ilyaslut: so he sends rozanov to Ottawa to build up the team and then goes there to steal his team from under him, that is a mastermind level plan
@whore-zanov: you can tell he never go over being the second draft pick
@slut4rozy: you know him nerfing rozanov to then win a cup without him is evil genius, like, that is him trying to be captain so obviously, especially since Ottawa didn’t win the cup until shane joined the team
What. The. Fuck.
Shane Hollander, his beautiful Shane Hollander try to kill him ? What where people on about. If people only knew that Ilya had broken his neck because he had married the horniest motherfucker in the world they would not be even thinking such nonsense.
Ilya scrolled through the tags, many of these so called “Ilya Rozanov Sluts” where liars. The biggest Ilya Rozanov slut was one Shane Hollander !!! How dare they call themselves his sluts while insulting his husband that way, they should recognise him as one of his own but, instead they where starting crazy conspiracy theories about what, Shane doing a multiple year plan as vendetta against him.
Ilya paused. Honestly, if anyone was able to map out a decade long evil mastermind plan to punish Ilya for getting #1 in the draft it would be Shane Hollander so, maybe they weren’t that far off.
Just in that moment Shane walked in from his run.
“Hello” Shane said as he walked toward the couch and laying a kiss on Ilya’s head
“Hello” Ilya said, still unable to turn due to his neck brace.
Shane made his way to the kitchen as he started his post run smoothie, Ilya looked at him working, adding the protein powder and banana into the blender.
Ilya walked to the kitchen island and sat down.
“You must see what people are saying on twitter”
Shane rolled his eyes, he was always telling Ilya to get off that damn app
“What?” Shane said exasperated
“They are saying you pushed me off the stairs to kill me so you could become captain”
“What the fuck?” Shane said
“This will not do” Ilya said “people cannot think my husband is a psycho”
“Obviously” Shane said
“People should know the truth” Ilya said, the glint in his eye
“What?” Shane said
“The world must know” Ilya said
"Know what ?" Shane asked
“The world must know that you would never kill me because you are my little slut”
“Ilya” Shane whispered and Ilya could tell he had him.
Shane looked starved. He had his horny look that he got when Ilya called him names like that.
“Why do you look hot even with a neck brace?” Shane asked almost pissed at himself
“Because you love mee” Ilya said in his sing – song voice
Shane raised his hand and flipped him off.
"So, can I?" Ilya asked
"Can you what?" Shane asked as he continued to add thing to the blender
"Post about how I broke my neck" Ilya said
"Why?" Shane asked
"Because it is funny" Ilya said "Also people might draw pictures of you riding my face"
"Ilya!" Shane said
"Shane, they are very good!" Ilya said
"My god" Shane said as he rolled his eyes, then he got serious and turned to Ilya “What if the league gets pissed?”
“Let them” Ilya said, "We are the current champions, we can say gay sex makes you win cups”
Shane laughed “I mean it might at this point”
Ilya looked at him until Shane acquiesced
“Fine!”
Ilya smiled and turned around going for his phone, he pulled out his camera and took a selfie, him smiling with the neck brace and Shane behind him, face in his hands.
Ilya opened twitter and tweeted.
“Husband rode my face so hard he broke my neck, please send thoughts & prayers for my speedy recovery” and attached the foto.
Immediately the notifications started coming in and Ilya laughed, making sure to check later. He got up and walked towards his husband, pressing him against the counter as he put his hands on his waist. Shane smiled and put his hands on his shoulders.
Ilya couldn't be as suave as he wanted with the neck brace but he still liked pressing his front to Shane's, feeling him through the fabric.
Ilya couldn’t wait for the brace to come off, they had had sex, of course but, Shane had been overly cautious, only wanting to have slow sex in case anything happened and only riding Ilya. Obviously Ilya loved when Shane rode him but he missed bending him over and fucking him hard. Now that the season was over and Ilya was healed, he knew that next week they where going to be fucking like crazy, he had even arranged for Harris to take care of Anya so they didn’t need to leave their bed.
“I can wait for this thing to come off” Ilya whispered to Shane
“God, me too” Shane said looking down at his lips
“I’m going to fuck you so well you’ll forget your own name” Ilya said, smiling
“Fuck” Shane said as he let his face fall onto Ilya's shoulder
“I want to do everything” Ilya said into his hair
“Everything?” Shane whispered as he bit into Ilya's shoulder
“Fuck yes” Ilya said
“Me too” Shane whispered
“I want you to ride my face” Ilya said quickly
Shane snapped up and looked directly at Ilya “we are not doing that again”
“Why not?” he said raising his eyebrows and smiling
“I could kill you!” Shane said obviously
“What a way to go” Ilya whispered
“Idiot” Shane said as Ilya laughed
Ilya stared at him, he was thinking about it
“Maybe” Shane said, “but you would have to keep the brace on”
"Deal"
Replies to Ilya’s post:
@haydenpike: I don’t think we needed to know that
@ilyarozanov: stop being homophobic
@cliffmarleu: damn, I didn’t know Hollander had it in him
@troyharris: good for you, harris hates you btw
@ilyarozanov: you should shut him up like shane did to me 👅
@wyatthayes: if it wins cups, why question it ?
@lucahass: wait how does that work
@ilyarozanov: 😜
@pucky: the concept of safe sex implies the existence of dangerous sex
@hollanova: omg, amazing
@motherpucker: honestly, good for him
@hockeylvr: don’t save him, he’s right where he wants to be