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HOCKEYHOLLANDER: An independent, selective, roleplay blog for Shane Hollander from Crave's Heated Rivalry.

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"You're too tempting for me." // @rinkaroundtherozy

The voice emerged from right behind Shane, close enough that he swore he could feel Ilya's breath against his neck. The fine hairs there stood on end immediately, a shiver racing down his spine that had nothing to do with the chill of his ginger ale.

The room was filled with the sound of glasses clinking, people talking and laughing, people just everywhere. Shane drew in a swift breath, with his fingers tightening instinctively around the glass.

His first impulse was pure reflex, to jump, turn, and put distance between himself and the sudden presence at his back. But before he could move, he recognised it; that deep, accented voice cut straight through everything else, igniting a wholly different sensation that curled low in his stomach.

Then came the words... Tempting.

Ilya thought he found him tempting... which was just... ridiculous. They were just wearing ordinary clothes, fine, nice clothes for an event, but nothing remotely tempting. Shane certainly didn't feel tempting, not at all.

What unsettled him most, though, was the setting and the audacity of it all. No one was looking at them right now, but people's eyes wandered, they always did. Especially when people noticed the two men standing a little too close together. They were rivals, after all and people loved to watch rivals interact.

If they were alone, Shane wouldn't hesitate. He'd turn around, scowl, and make sure those stupid Russian lips were too busy to make any more comments.

But they weren't alone.

He hesitated, just a fraction of a second as his jaw tightened, and then he tilted his head back just enough to acknowledge the presence behind him, keeping his voice low, meant for Ilya alone.

"Christ. What the hell are you doing, Rozanov?"

#rel. ilya #rinkaroundtherozy

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It was amusing for him, to watch as Shane reacted to his phone's notification going off, the way he paused for a moment as if debating on whether or not to pay attention. It had the Russian wondering if all those long pauses, minutes to hours sometimes between texts, were because Hollander wrestled with himself like he was appearing to now. It was... adorable, more endearing than it probably should be but it made Ilya smile to himself as he waited to see what Shane would do. Would he answer now, was Ilya that under his skin? Or would he ignore it and find another pretty face on the dance floor to be distracted with?

His smile formed more into a confident, cocky smirk as he watched Shane stare a moment longer with a drink of his beer (desperately trying not to think about where he would rather see those lips). And then Shane was answering his text, and Ilya didn't even bother waiting for the notification before he was opening up the conversation, watching the text bubbles as Shane tapped away.

A light chuckle passed his lips as he looked at the messages, one after another, and could practically hear the annoyance in the text. Yet Shane did take the time to text him, when he didn't have to at all. He could have ignored Ilya, enjoyed his night out without giving his rival a second thought.

But he didn't do that. He texted Ilya.

[text: Jane]: Oh. Nightclub and beer. Big boy.

With a mischievous little grin, Ilya sent the message out, and then began typing another one, sending it out right after as well before lowering his phone. He looked up towards Shane again, wanting to see the other man's reaction again in real time.

[text: Jane]: Still boring. I would have had three beers and two shots by now.

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The phone had barely settled back into his pocket when he felt it vibrate again, or was that just the music? It would have been easier to pretend it was the bass rattling through the floor and up into his bones, but the moment stretched on, and on, until he finally gave in and fished his phone back out.

So. Ilya could text back at a reasonable speed when he felt like it. It was almost as if the man knew Shane was trying to forget about him for one night. Apparently, even that was too much to ask. He couldn't get a single night of peace from the Russian living rent-free in his head.

A soft sigh slipped from his lips as the music faded into little more than background noise. He unlocked his phone and opened the messages, fingers curling tightly around the device. Ilya was only saying these things to annoy him. Shane knew that. His irritation clearly amused him, but Shane had no intention of becoming his plaything tonight.

Unfortunately, his thumbs hadn't got the memo.

The words typed out, then were backspaced into nothing. Typed again. Deleted again until he just gave in and sent a message before letting himself back out for the third time.

[text: Lily]: I don't understand how you treat your body like shit and still play hockey like you do.

Was that too complimentary? Shit. He glanced at his beer and took another chug, deciding it was far too late to take the text back now. He was already a toe in the water. He might as well step in properly.

[text: Lily]: And what makes you think that this is my first beer?

#rel. ilya #rinkaroundtherozy

HOCKEYHOLLANDER: An independent, selective, roleplay blog for Shane Hollander from Crave's Heated Rivalry.

Written by Day (he/him), 25+, Irish time zone. This blog is OC-friendly. All writing is 21+.

Sideblog to @dicethrow. Will follow back from there.

#ooc. self promo #heated rivalry rp

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Sometimes, schedules just ended up being perfectly aligned. Or maybe Hollander hadn't planned going out to the club that night, even though Ilya couldn't imagine him not having planned it. His rival seemed to plan everything, he wouldn't doubt if Shane had picked out the day he dies long in the future.

Still, it is a surprise to see Shane standing there at the bar. Ilya had not texted him letting him know he was in town for a photoshoot; he had planned on making it a surprise. Showing up at Shane's apartment, watching his rival get flustered, riled up, and turn as red as a maple leaf.

He wasn't sure if Shane had spotted him or not, but he watched from the shadows as the Canadian's eyes peered over the dance floor. Would he go out there, he wondered? Find someone hot to dance with? Was his mind on the Russian at all?

With a small smirk, leaning against a pillar, Ilya pulled out his phone and opened up the contacts. He didn't even have to scroll down, having saved Shane's number to his favorites long ago.

[text; Jane]: What are you doing right now? [text; Jane]: Being boring?

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Nightclubs. Usually the last place one would ever find Shane Hollander. Hayden had told him, repeatedly, to live a little. As if Shane wasn't already doing that. As if his life required loud music, sticky floors, and too many bodies packed into one room to be considered living. He had never understood the appeal.

Still, when Hayden suggested that it might help him get over 'Lily', Shane had finally caved.

So there he was, lingering at the edge of the dancefloor like a misplaced piece of furniture. His usual ginger ale had been replaced with a long-neck bottle of beer, which he nursed slowly, nodding his head along to the relentless thrum of bass more out of obligation than enjoyment. He found himself wondering, genuinely, how many people in the room would be dealing with early hearing loss by the time they hit forty. Probably most of them.

His thoughts then drifted to Ilya. The Russian loved places like this. Loved the noise, the lights, the way the music vibrated through his bones. He talked about it like it was life itself, something electric and necessary.

So much for forgetting about 'Lily'.

As if summoned by the thought alone, Shane felt his pocket vibrate. He froze, then pulled out his phone, the name on the screen tightening something deep withinn his chest and he had to physically remind himself to breathe. He swallowed, thumb hovering over the display. For a moment, he considered not opening it at all. He lowered the phone instead, heart beating faster than the music surrounding him, and took a long swig of his beer.

This was ridiculous. He wasn't boring. He wasn't some closed-off recluse afraid of fun. He was standing in a nightclub, wasn't he? That had to count for something. Fine. He would make two things very clear: one, that he was not boring. And two, that he was proving it right now.

[text: Lily]: I am not boring. I'm having a beer at a nightclub.

[text: Lily]: By the way, if you think that's boring, then you're calling yourself boring.

#rel. ilya #rinkaroundtherozy

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› TENSION LINER PROMPTS

"I dare you to try."

"Do you always get close?"

"You’re pushing my limits."

"Stop looking at me like that."

"I’m losing control here."

"You have no idea, do you?"

"I can’t resist you anymore."

"Stay back, or don’t."

"I know what you want."

"This is getting dangerous now."

"You’re too tempting for me."

"I shouldn’t want this, but…"

"I don’t play fair, remember?"

"Careful, you’re testing me."

"You’re just making it worse."

"You’re too close for comfort."

"Do you always push buttons?"

"Stop before I kiss you."

"You’re making it too hard."

"I can’t stop thinking about you."

"I want you too much."

"You know exactly what you’re doing."

"I’m not playing games here."

"You’ve crossed the line now."

"Keep pushing, and you’ll regret it."

"This is dangerous, isn’t it?"

"I’m trying not to care."

"Don’t make me regret this."

"You’re playing with fire."

"You don’t know what’s coming."

"I shouldn’t be this close."

"We’re getting dangerously close now."

"I can feel the heat."

"Don’t test me right now."

"I want you too badly."

"Don’t make me chase you."

"You’re distracting me, you know."

"I won’t fall for this."

"I want you, but…"

"What do you want from me?"

"I’ll never give in."

"I’m trying not to care."

"You’re playing with my patience."

"Don’t make this harder, please."

"I can’t stop this feeling."

"I’m already in too deep."

"You won’t walk away unscathed."

"You’re walking a fine line."

"I’m trying to stay calm."

"What are you doing to me?"

#prompts.

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