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This thing that they have—whatever the hell it is—it’s good. It’s easy. It feels like the only thing keeping Ilya afloat sometimes.
He can’t let it get to a place where it’s more than just a good, convenient fuck and some fun teasing in between. Even if sometimes, in brief moments of tenderness, it already feels like it’s more than that. Or at least like it’s something that can be, if they just let it.
But they don’t. They can’t.
Although sometimes, Ilya does find himself giving in to the urge to look at Shane just a little bit longer, to let his touch be just a little bit gentler, more reverent, than what it would be for something as casual as they claim this to be—albeit sparingly.
Sometimes, just for a moment, he lets himself indulge. He lets some of that affection bleed out of him because he feels like he’ll implode if he doesn’t.
But he always catches himself before it can linger.
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or
where six months of ghosting is shane’s final straw and he cuts contact with ilya after vegas, tired of the wall that just keeps getting higher each time he tries to chip away at it
so ilya is forced to reckon with his feelings much sooner
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16 May 2026
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I feel like he truly only likes me for my ass, Shane thinks. But thankfully, there’s just enough of his brain-to-mouth filter still working well enough to translate that to, “I feel like she truly only likes me for my dick. But maybe I wanna cuddle after or some shit. Is that a crime?”
“Absolutely not, Hollander. You should get all the cuddles you want after a good fuck.” Cliff raises his glass and winks.
He can't believe he's really just talking to Rozanov’s teammate and friend about him. Not that he knows it’s about Rozanov, but still.
Shane's never having vodka ever again. But for now, he’ll let it lower his inhibitions—if only to get all of this off his chest. Maybe then it’d stop fucking aching.
shane strikes up an unlikely friendship with cliff marleau after he walks out of ilya’s penthouse suite in vegas feeling worthless. it’s all fairly innocent at first, until a threesome with shane and a woman awakens something in cliff that he’s never even thought about before. he confides in ilya without revealing who his secret gay awakening was, but ilya connects the dots anyway and goes on a jealous rampage before finally confronting his feelings for shane.
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16 May 2026
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“Finish drink, it is getting late.” He commanded, he waved over the bartender. “He will pay now.” Ilya told her.
“Right, wait,” Shane lifted of his stool slightly, Ilya taking advantage and gazing down at his ass. Then looking back up, seeing the black card hitting the bar top.
Fuck, this was going to be good.
Ilya Rozanov is a broke, college student, scared of being deported as he moves closer to the end of his college days. He also needs money. So when he finds a lonely, rich, closeted hockey player, what better a way to make money than become his not so traditional sugar baby?
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- Part 3 of Ilya Rozanov is Not a Hockey Player
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16 May 2026
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In the aftermath of their Vegas meet up, Shane has a panic attack about their hook-ups and resolves that he is just confused about being “casual”.
Being the problem solver that he is, he reckons this can be fixed by gaining more experience - to the utmost displeasure of one Ilya Rozanov.
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15 May 2026
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Unforced Error by Remy_Falls
Fandoms: Game Changers | Heated Rivalry - All Media Types, Heated Rivalry (TV)
14 May 2026
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His shirt, his shirt was—
“You can’t—“ Shane blurted, “you can’t—you’re not supposed to wear a see-through shirt to Wimbledon. There’s a dress code. There are rules. Like, actual rules that actual people follow.”
The man turned, his eyes sweeping over Shane’s face, down his chest, to the hands clutching the gift bag in his lap.
Shane’s skin prickled. God, it was so hot out here.
“Is not see-through.”
Not see-through? Who was this guy kidding, with his barely-there shirt, tight pants, wild curls, and deep voice?
Maybe this guy didn’t own a mirror.
“What do you mean it’s not see-through? It’s obviously transparent. A blind man would notice.”
“Is not transparent. No blind men here to ask.”
Shane’s mouth dropped open. He looked away, squaring his shoulders and sitting up straight. Just his luck to be seated next to a lunatic.
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Shane’s mom said it would be fun, to sit next to a Swedish princess.
What Shane got instead was a Prince with a pinkie ring, a nipple piercing, and zero respect for the Wimbledon dress code.Bookmarked by KJag
15 May 2026