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What Shane had just done, he didn’t know, - or technically what Rozanov had done because he invited himself to Shane’s room! Oh my fucking god shane was freaking out in his hotel room. Maybe Rozanov won’t show, or Shane could just leave his room, or even better he could not answer the door. But Shane couldn’t do that. That would be rude and rozanov was pretty cute.
He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but himself, but if he was gay and not his hockey rival, he would definitely go out with Rozanov. But he’s not right? He has just been tired in the shower. But also Rozanov was coming up to his room and neither of them were being very straight in the locker room… Could he just take a chance and ask him out?
God, Shane was tired and hungry but he wanted to wait for Rozanov or Ilya, or whatever Shane should call him, his supposed to be rival who he has a crush on.
This was fucked up, Rozanov could be playing a big joke on him and come up with cameras and everything. But maybe not. But Shane could just ask to talk and say it was just a misunderstanding and quietly crush on Rozanov in the background.
Fuck, what should Shane wear? He looked like shit right now. He opened his suitcase and looked inside. He had some plain shirts and pants, but most of it he had already worn so that wouldn’t be good, the only thing he hadn’t worn was the suit his mom insisted he pack ‘just in case!’ this was so stupid but shane put on the suit, what if rozanov didn’t even show!
He checked the clock and it was already 8:50. Shane went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and flossed, fixed his hair a bit, went out and made sure his room wasn’t too messy but not too tidy, and he finally sat down on one of the chairs in the corner of his room and turned on some random baseball game, he didn’t care for baseball but he needed to not seem desperate. After watching for a minute he turned it off realizing how dumb it was. He also took off his suit jacket, tie and unbuttoned one button of his shirt.
Finally at 9:06 Shane heard a knock at the door, stood up embarrassingly quickly and walked to the door, checking the peephole to make sure it was Rozanov. It was. And it was just him. He quickly opened the door letting Rozanov in, and ever quicker closed the door.
Shane was fucked Rozanov was so cute.
Rozanov looked like he had put effort in too, as he was wearing a black button-up. Shane could see a gold chain peaking through the collar.
“Hi”
“Hi”
What should he do now? He hadn't planned this far ahead? Should he ask him on a date or confess his attraction or both?
“I like you” Shane blurted out and regretted it instantly.
Rozanov stood there confused. scrunching his eyebrows and tilting his head. Shane realized that Rozanov likely didn’t hear or understand what he had just said.
“uhm I mean I like you,” he repeated.
“Da, Yes”
Shane opened his jaw slightly, his eyebrows lowering and he looked at Rozanov.
“Sorry, I mean I like you too,” Rozanov finally said. And Shane finally took a breath.
“uhm this is stupid but like do you wanna like to go on a date and like I don’t know how we could cause we are supposed to be rivals and my mom could see us and it’s obviously too late to go anywhere but maybe we could watch a movie or get room service or..” Shane ranted, way too fast for Rozanov to understand, but he was still able to get the message.
“Yes, Hollander I will go on a date with you” Rozanov interrupted Shane's rant with. Shane broke at that moment. He had survived having Rozanov get to his room, confessing his feelings, and even asking him out. He didn't even think he could get Rozanov to his room.
and then Rozanov did something he didn’t expect. He stepped closer to Shane and hugged him? Shane finally relaxed and hugged him back.
“It okay Hollander,” Rozanov whispered in his ear.
“thank you,” was all Shane could get out, barely louder than a breath.
Finally after at least a minute they separated from each other. Rozanov pulled Shane onto his bed and pulled him close.
“Are you hungry? We could get room service?” Shane offered.
“okie”
Rozanov snagged the room service menu off the night stand and held it in front of them.
“I think I'm gonna get a caesar salad, what do you want?” Shane said, turning to Rozanov, staring at his lips as he asked.
“Boring, I get cheese burger and fries.”
It took Shane a moment to reply and stop staring at Rozanov's lips, embarrassed he replied, “It’s not boring, it’s healthy.”
Rozanov grinned, “You look like an angry kitten.”
“Hey! No I don’t!”
“Yes you do!”
“No I don’t!”
“Noo you do!”
“Whatever!” Shane decided to ‘be the bigger person’ as his dad would say.
He turned away from Rozanov and picked up the phone and ordered their food with some extra desserts. Shane may follow a strict diet but he could have a cheat meal for this occasion.
After he ordered, Shane turned back to Rozanov, who seemed to be fiddling with his necklace chain. Shane turned.
“hi”
“hi”
They said, staring at each other before they burst out laughing.
“This is crazy,” shane said after they stopped and finally breathed again.
“I like crazy.”
“You do?”
“Mmm and trouble”
They decided to watch something and Shane turned on the baseball game again. They watched in silence not actually paying attention and glancing at each other. Finally there was a knock on the door for their food. They both jumped up.
“I should get it!” Shane mumbled out before jumping off the bed rushing to open the door. Shit, the waiter had to bring the food in the hotel room. Hopefully they were not a hockey fan. Again, what was Shane doing? This was dangerous, having what could be described as a poor attempt of a date with his hockey rival. After the waiter left, they sat at the edge of Shane's bed and started to eat. “So what do you like? all i know is you are hockey robot,” rozanov broke the awkward silence with, grinning. shane knew he should probably be mad or offended, but instead he smiled back, “well besides hockey, I like to go hiking and read.”
“da, of course boring hollander reads and hikes.”
Shane made his ‘angry kitten face.’
“Do you do anything other than hockey?”
“Da, I go clubbing, buy cars cause I am rich famous hockey player now, see movies.”
“ You’re not even famous yet! And you shouldn’t spend money you don’t have!”
“Mr. finance man.”
They finish eating. Rozanov checks the time.
“mm I should probably go, was nice.”
“Yeah, it was.”
“uhm this is stupid but would you like to do this again?” shane followed up with.
“I do, do you?” rozanov said nervously.
“Yeah,” Shane said grinning.
As Ilya stood up to leave, Shane gave him a hug.
“bye”
“bye”
Two seconds after the door slammed shut, Shane bolted up, managing to grab his phone and hotel key before he chased after Rozanov who was walking down the hall, almost at the elevator.
“Did I forget something?”
“Yes this!” Shane managed to say, catching his breath before he grabbed Rozanov's head and kissed him.
It took Rozanov a moment before he started kissing back. It was frantic and tongues clashed. Shane had never kissed a man before, had Rozanov?