Work Text:
I have loved you since we were 18,
Long before we both thought the same thing,
To be loved and to be in love.
All I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you,
I wanna love like you made me feel,
When we were 18.
-18 (One Direction)
@OttawaCentaursOfficial ✔️:
The Centaurs are excited to introduce a new weekly ritual; Game Night!
[Link: Youtube/Centaurs-Start-Game-Night-Ritual/4678537890]
@cens4ever:
Replying to @OttawaCentaursOfficial ✔️
y’all know I’ll be eating this shit up all night
@hollanovofficial1221:
Replying to @OttawaCentaursOfficial ✔️
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS
@mrsRozanov:
Replying to @OttawaCentaursOfficial ✔️
NOO MY HUSBAND ROZANOV KISS ME INSTEAD
@hollanderswife:
Replying to @mrsRozanov
real
[The Video]
The Centaurs are gathered around in a circle in Bood’s living room. An empty wine bottle sits in the middle of the group.
“Okay,” Bood calls, “everyone listen up. Do we all know how to play spin the bottle?” Everyone nods. “Alright, who’s going first?”
“I’ll go first!” Ilya shouts, he snatches the bottle before anyone else can argue. He gives Shane a big fat kiss on the cheeks and says, “This one’s for you, Hollander,” and spins the bottle. Everyone stares at it as the bottle finally slows down, pointing at last to… Shane.
Bood wolf-whistles, “God-fucking-damn, Rozy. What'd you do, seduce the bottle to do your bidding?”
Rozanov stares at him blankly. “Bood, I do not know what any of those words means. But it landed on Shane, so it is good luck for me.”
Everyone whoops as their captain tilts up Hollander’s head and takes him full on the mouth. Wyatt covers Luca’s eyes with his hand. “Don’t look, rookie. You’re going to want to get your eyes bleached if you see.” Luca nods.
“Alright now, that’s enough.” Harris shoves them apart, “Let everyone else get a chance at the game, yes?” Shane immediately flushes red and Ilya gives him a big smile. “Okay, this will be fun. Troy, you’re next,” and nods at the bottle in front of them. Troy looks horrified, and gives the bottle the tiniest of a spin, fingers crossed to manifest Harris.
Unfortunately, the universe seemed to like Rozanov better because the bottle did not land on Harris, instead pointing to poor Luca, who seemed to be questioning his life choices once again. Tanner Dillon and Nick Chouinard double over in laughter at their traumatized faces.
Troy gives Harris a guilty look, before leaning over to the terrified rookie and giving him the lightest press of lips on the cheek. Luca blushes to a Hollander-shade of red as everyone else cheers before grabbing the bottle and giving it a spin.
“This is the most gayest thing a team can do,” Troy whispers to Harris once he’s by his side again.
His boyfriend just shrugs, “Well, we’re already the gayest team in the NHL, a little more can’t hurt. People will just have to learn how to deal.” Troy smiles, he really loves Harris.
Meanwhile, the bottle had spun to Bood, who gave Luca a kiss on the top of his head.
“Ah, don’t worry Luca, my wife will understand. You’re a little baby anyway.” Luca gives him the finger.
Bood spins the bottle and they all stare at Hollander, who turns bright red when it lands on him.
“Oh boy,” Wyatt mutters.
“This will be fun,” Harris agrees, nervously glancing at Rozanov’s murderous expression.
Bood snickers and gets up to sit next to Shane. He whispers something in the man’s ear and Shane smiles and nods.
“Bood, what the fuck?” Rozanov says, "Absolutely not! No conspiring with my husband. Shane, what is this? No, no, no. This isn’t allowed. Only one who gets to kiss Shane is me. The game is over. Bood, I swear to fucking god you better give Shane the tiniest kiss on the cheek or else I will make sure you will never be alternate captain.”
Bood smirks at Ilya, who looked like he was about to have a heart attack when Bood gives Hollander a quick peck on the lips. Bood gets up and goes back to his spot in the circle while Ilya immediately pulls Shane onto his lap and starts furiously wiping his lips with his finger. “You have been contaminated,” he declares as Shane laughs.
“Jesus, Ilya. It’s just a fucking game.”
“No, no. Don’t worry, moya lyubov’, I will make sure Bood regrets this.” Ilya gives the man a dark look before going back to doting on Shane.
“Man, Roz is so whipped and I can’t believe it’s because of fucking Shane Hollander,” Evan Dykstra sighs.
“Hey!” Ilya calls, “Shane may be boring but he is not when he’s–”
“Ilya, I swear to fucking god shut the fuck up.” Hollander slaps a hand on Rozanov’s mouth, which effectively shuts him up.
“This cannot be my life right now,” Troy grumbles while Harris snickers beside him.
“Roz, you should spin the bottle again, you little shit,” Bood declares, and everyone else whoops and agrees, except for Shane, who has a small frown on his face.
“It will be okay, moy vozlyublennyy,” Ilya whispers to Shane, “Mozhet, ya i tseluyu seychas kogo-to drugogo, no trakhat' segodnya noch'yu ya budu imenno tebya.”
Bood was confident that no one else here understood what their captain was saying but from the way Hollander blushed, it must’ve been something horny as shit. Ilya picks up the bottle and gives it a little spin. It lands on Harris, who gives Shane a sheepish smile before walking around the circle to Rozanov. Harris swats away Roz’s embracing hands and gives him a peck on the nose.
“Harris, what the fuck?” Ilya whines as Troy glares at him and Harris sits back down next to his boyfriend.
The night passes by in a blur of cheers, whoops, and laughs as Wyatt has to kiss Dillon, Bood has to kiss Luca, and Shane got to kiss Ilya again. Shane sighs and lays his head on his husband’s shoulder and they both watch as a drunken Luca spins the bottle and kisses Chouinard.
“Are you tired, moya risovarka?”
Shane frowns, then yawns. “Ilya, I’m too tired to guess what that means right now.”
Ilya grins, “I will tell you in the morning. Do you want to go home now?” When Shane nods, Ilya announces to the group that they’ll be leaving.
“Alright, bye, you two!” Bood shouts while Harris tells them, “Thanks for coming!”
Most of the boys start filing out after the hockey husbands leave, all thanking Bood for inviting them over.
[video cuts]
@BoodBBQOfficial ✔️:
Replying to @OttawaCentaursOfficial ✔️
Thank you to everyone who came over! It was lots of fun, can’t wait to do it again next week!
@hollanovofficial1221:
Guys the way Rozanov wiped Hollander’s lips after Bood kissed him? Absolute perfection
@dkentsupporter930:
It pains me to see how these people have ruined the NHL for everyone. We hope the league can clean up this mess.
@LuciaK53:
Replying to @dkentsupporter930
Um, first of all, who’s WE?? Second, no one here gives a shit that these people are queer. They play good hockey, they’re nice and funny, we love them. So you can take your homophobic ass and crawl back to wherever you came from.
@cens4ever:
Retweet @LuciaK53
Someone pls get this guy #cancelled
@hollanovofficial1221:
Retweet @LuciaK53
#cancelled
@mrsRozanov:
Retweet @LuciaK53
#cancelled
@gocensgocens:
Retweet @LuciaK53
#cancelled
@hollanderswife:
Retweet @LuciaK53
#cancelled
@kellyfrey31:
Retweet @LuciaK53
#cancelled
@HarrisDrover🍎🏳️🌈 ✔️:
Replying to @BoodBBQOfficial ✔️
Yes! Thank you for inviting us, it was very fun! Can’t wait for next week.
@therealilyarozanov ✔️:
Retweet @LuciaK53
#cancelled
@LuciaK53:
OMG ILYA ROZANOV RESPONDED TO MY COMMENT AIUHSOHSHFHSHDSIFIWENDKSOYUI
@therealilyarozanov ✔️:
Replying to @LuciaK53
I support anyone who is against homophobic fuckers and kent 😉
@LuciaK53:
Replying to @therealilyarozanov ✔️
Life isn’t real… I just fell on the floor in the middle of Costco.
@HarrisDrover🍎🏳️🌈 ✔️:
Replying to @therealilyarozanov ✔️
Ilya, you can’t say that.
@ShaneHollanderOfficial ✔️:
Retweet @HarrisDrover🍎🏳️🌈 ✔️
@therealilyarozanov ✔️:
Replying to @ShaneHollanderOfficial ✔️ and @HarrisDrover🍎🏳️🌈 ✔️
:(
After the video ended
Ilya walks a tired Shane to the passenger seat while he walks around the car and starts the engine. When Ilya is out of Bood’s driveway, he looks over and sees that Shane is already asleep, his head pressed against the window and looking almost godly under the moonlight. Ilya reaches over and clasps their hands together. “Spokoynoy nochi, Shane.”