oh you miiissed me didnt you?

[sunnypeachyy]

[lavenderprose]

Hollanov PDA in the locker room yeah okay. I see the vision but also it doesn't take the form of kisses and hugs it takes the form of Ilya putting his fingers in Shane's open mouth mid-sentence. Shane biting Ilya's shoulder when he passes by. Manly butt smacks that DO linger just a little too long. Playing slaps and hitting HARD and yes it's foreplay. Actually, any kind of smack or slap you can imagine. Ilya just. GROWLING in Shane's face. Shane winking at Ilya and Ilya getting cuteness aggression so hard that he has to ball his hands up or he's going to put his husband in a headlock. Actually yeah there he goes.

[lollercakesff]

Try, Try Again

Chapter 7 - the final one! Now posted.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 57,291

Status: Complete

We head to the Cottage, finally.

Summary:

It's already so complicated - their hook-ups and their secrets - that Ilya Rozanov knows it can't continue forever. So, when Shane Hollander, his rival on the ice and current reason for waking up in the morning, suddenly ghosts him and starts playing like an amateur, Ilya is desperate to figure out why and fix it so that their tangled little mess can maybe, one day, last.

AN: Make note of the tags. Not a full recount/description of the assault, but it's a central theme.

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[mojoscircus]

This nipple caress… fuck… *bites knuckles*

[jimmysownworld]

cliff marleau and ilya rozanov are best friends not because they’re teammates or marleau was assigned to look after roz when he first got to the raiders, but because, even though it takes so much alcohol to get him drunk, when ilya gets drunk he can only be described as white girl wasted and marly is the EXACT same way. they are in the mens bathroom in front of the mirror like “is my shirt unbuttoned enough for people to look at my tits?” “yeah man your boobs look GREAT! can you tell me if these jeans look good on my ass i think i saw a girl eying me” “marly your ass looks phenomenal and you can trust me on this as i am a well known ass man” “aw man rozzy you’re making me blush”

[anonymouslyel]

hollanov wherein shane can understand russian better than he can speak. he has a few years under his belt studying it but just can't really speak as fluently as he wants to, he can hold simple conversations and longer ones just slower but still not as fluent as he likes. BUT he is better at listening and understanding it.

so when ilya wants to speak russian, he just does because shane understands him. he just responds in english. there are times shane encounters new words and ilya will translate it for him but for the most part, shane can understand ilya when he's speaking russian.

centaus locker room after practice and ilya's rattling out russian and shane answers in english. and theyre talking like that for a few minutes. ilya talking in russian. shane talking in english. the other centaurs cannot even guess the subject of their conversation because shane also peppers his answers with some russian words

[tayasui-mono]

Boston Raiders watching the Tampa All-Star game highlights after Ilya kisses Shane all giddy, thinking, who the fuck is that guy? Because that jolly guy on the screen? Expression so different he doesn't even resemble their captain? He'd been a complete psycho lunatic the past couple months. Unbearable. And now he's giggling at Shane Hollander???

[bellamyblcke]

they want to fuck each other so bad it makes them enact increasingly complex crimes against each other in order to prove that they’re actually the one with the power that they’re one DOING the fucking & not the one getting fucked over

[loveridden1999]

can we get 36 hours a day? not for any productive purposes i just want to finish my to watch & to read list in this lifetime . also probably get enough sleep

[snap-crackle-cunt]

someday shane will fall asleep on the couch and wake up to ilya gently stroking his cock against shanes cheek

[my-castles-crumbling]

surround - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 495 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3

“Fuck,” Ilya muttered, eyes glued to Shane’s bare ass as he walked into the showers, greeted by the most magnificent sight on earth. “Fuck.”

Troy, who had unfortunately been close enough to hear, rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “Jar, Rozanov.”

Grumbling, Ilya turned and stomped back to the locker room, fishing out a bill from his wallet and stuffing it into a jar labelled, ‘Stop traumatizing us, you sick fucks.’

Then he moped at his stall until Shane returned, freshly showered and looking extra scrumptious, before getting up to head to the now-safe showers.

-

“More, Hollander,” Ilya murmured in his husband’s ear, spotting him as he lifted weights in the Centaurs’ team gym. “For me.”

Shane, who was sweating and flushed pink, gritted his teeth and lifted the weight again.

“Jar!” Wyatt called cheerfully from the treadmill across the room, making both Shane and Ilya send him a glare.

-

“I think, maybe small change should be made,” Ilya suggested as he watched Shane pose for part of the Centaurs’ Christmas photo shoot, a silly Santa hat jammed on his head.

Harris, who was snapping the pictures, paused and looked to him. “Yeah? What?”

“Hollander should take his shirt off. Not just for me, of course. But for world. Everyone will like-”

“Oh my god, Ilya, jar,” Shane himself said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

-

“Rozanov, what the fuck?” Shane yelled, shoving his husband into the wall as soon as the team made their way into the locker room after the end of the second period. 

Ilya, who was already bleeding from his mouth, hissed at the contact and swore under his breath. “What? You are really mad at me for fighting, Hollander?”

“Yes! Look at you, you’re hurt, you could have been suspended or fined-”

But Ilya didn’t look sorry at all. “They were targeting you, Shane,” he spat. “Saying things about you. I–”

“That’s my business. You’re supposed to play the game.”

“I’m going to defend my husband.”

They stared at each other furiously, anger and attraction crackling through the air between them, the tension high enough that the entire room could feel it. 

Then Ilya leaned forward, as if to kiss Shane.

“Yeah. Jar,” Bood called, smirking.

Ilya swore loudly, stomping his foot, walking towards his bag to grab his wallet.

-

Ilya was flying. Heart racing, cheeks hurting from how wide he’d been grinning, throat aching from how loud he’d been screaming.

The Centaurs had just won the motherfucking Cup. He and Shane, together had just won. And to top it all off? He’d gotten the gamewinning goal.

Beaming, he followed his team into the locker room, which already had music blaring and people yelling with joy.

But it was Shane that he was focused on. Shane, who he saw…grabbing his wallet and shoving the entire thing in the jar? 

Then, he grabbed Ilya’s collar and pulled him in for a searing kiss right there, surrounded by their teammates.

[fractally]

Re Ilya being the one obsessing about marriage I loooooove how their post Tampa dynamic is like

Shane: listen I like you and I think you like me too

Ilya: ok SO WHAT. What are we gonna do. Hold hands?? Kiss on the ice?? Get married?? Have three kids and a vacation home in the Dolomites because I know you’d love the skiing there?? Whisper to each other each night how lucky we are to have found each other? Die hand in hand like the end of the Notebook? Don’t be RIDICULOUS Hollander how could you even think about these things

Shane: I was thinking maybe starting with like you could come over?

[ilya-sweetheart]

ilya would have his flabbered ghasted post/cottage when he hears how some of the married players talk about their wives

“ugh, gotta buy flowers again, the missus is pissed”

“jeez, i hate cooking but it’s her birthday so i guess i should”

he’s floored that they don’t feel honoured to do these things for their lovers!! <3

ilya would happily change the dirty bedsheets five minutes post sex because shane finds them gross

he will delightfully cook food exactly to shane’s taste and plate it up so no food of different textures touches the others on the plate

ilya is honoured to go to costco and buy his lovers favourite canada dry and sensitive skin lotion in bulk (he uses their joint account and it makes him blush all giddily as he swipes the card)

he will feel so happy doing all the things that shane wants for the rest of his life and beyond

[gaynehollander]

Shane holding back a smile, so proud of himself because no one knows that he pulled Ilya into the supply closet and sucked him off right before practice.

Ilya holding back a smile because it's so cute how oblivious Shane is to the fact that none of the Centaurs have been able to meet his eye the entire morning and Luca blushes every time he so much as looks at either of them.

[argillaforma]

i'm a shane is always wearing tiny little shorts believer and it causes ilya to fight for his life every summer and they have to have a very serious talk about how shane can't wear his tiny little shorts when they're visiting his parents because ilya is afraid he's gonna pop a boner in his in-laws house (again)

[gayhockeyshow]

Ilya comes into the locker room with a black eye he didn’t have the night before. Everyone’s oohing and aahing and shane is. Very quiet. A little perturbed. People are making jokes about their sex life and shane is seething into his locker. The team finally fully gangs up on shane like hollander what kind of freak shit are you doing, huh? Sex swing gone wrong?? Knee to the face? And shane turns, crosses his arms and stares at the floor and states, very solemnly, “ilya got a yo-yo”

[my-castles-crumbling]

surround - hollanov - @hollanovmicrofic - word count: 236 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3

Okay, so they’ve been…toeing the line, lately. It’s just…it’s somehow become even more erotic–playing against each other. Now that they’re together. 

The tension. The proximity. The promise of later, the hot huff of breath as they race each other down the ice. 

So when Ilya slams Shane to the boards of the rink, his huge, padded body surrounding him from behind, both of them fighting for the puck and cursing under their breath, Shane can’t help it…he moans. 

Just a little, hardly loud enough to be heard.

But he knows it’s enough.

Because Ilya pauses, just for half a second. 

And, hissing triumphantly, Shane steals the puck from underneath him.

He pays for it later.

Staring down his boyfriend for a faceoff during the second, Shane does everything he can not to blush as Ilya gives him his most suggestive, triumphant smile, eyes sparkling as he speaks low. “Did not realize how you feel about being checked, Hollander. Should I go easier on you next time? Sounded like you were…in pain.”

But Shane can give it just as well as he takes it. Grinning back, he just juts his chin a little. “No, I can take it. In fact, you should go harder next time. Pozhaluysta.”

Ilya’s face is magic. Mouth falling open, his eyes widen, his cheeks flushing the most delicious shade of pink.

Smirking, Shane bends down, winning the face off in an instant.