sandcastles (all the pleasure, none of the burden) by prettyshadow (theaujasmin) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,423)
“H’rder,” Shane whines into his mouth, not even trying to interrupt the kiss but speaking pathetically muffled and slurred around Ilya’s tongue.
Ilya knocks their foreheads together, smiles.
“Nooooo Ilya, not before the game, Ilya,” he whines, a sweetly mocking imitation of Shane, “and now look at you, mhm? Why should I ever listen to your complaining, baby, when you’re gonna be such an easy, perfect slut for it anyways?”
Or: Shane plays four-dimensional chess to get Ilya to fuck him even when he tells him no, for Shane-typical control freak reasons, in Shane-typical convoluted ways, with Shane-typical unawareness of this being a sex freak thing. Ilya provides, of course.
milk and honey by aidaninkling - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 8,769)
Someone's killing powerful Alphas in the Boston underworld in strange and untraceable ways, and it's giving Ilya, next head of the Rozanov family, a fucking headache.
On a different note, Shane - only son of the Hollander family, lowly Omega and known airhead - has just shown up on his doorstep, smelling of pre-heat and looking good enough to eat.
There's no way those two things are related, right?
the first in line by WeeBeastie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,907)
The next day at practice, he was sure everyone could tell. He felt wobbly on his skates, unsteady like he hadn’t been in years. Not since early childhood.
“You good?” Hayden asked when they sat down together for a water break. “You seem off.”
Shane hoped he hadn’t noticed him wincing. “Yeah, my uh, my back kinda hurts.” It wasn’t entirely a lie: his lower back did feel tight, in addition to everything else. “I think I just slept weird or something. I’ll be fine.”
“Go see Dr. Whitaker if you still feel bad tomorrow. Gotta be in good shape by game time, right?” Hayden asked, patting his shoulder affectionately. He looked worried, which made Shane feel fleetingly guilty.
“If I do, I’ll go see him, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. I am fine. Promise,” he said, then leaned over so they could knock their helmets together like always. For friendship, for good luck.
“Okay,” Hayden said, sounding unconvinced.
He played well the next day - better than usual, even.
He could feel the lingering ache of Ilya inside him for the entire game.
Or: a series of ways and times Ilya left a lasting impression on Shane.
Mine by unprettyhers - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,285)
“You’re mine, Shane. Every inch of you.”
In which Shane Hollander learns what it means to be Ilya Rozanovs completely
hope it hurts like you hurt me by gurlsrool - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,539)
“Come on,” Comeau says. “Are we all just supposed to pretend it's normal that you’re still playing house with Ilya Rozanov?”
“Gil—” J.J. says, but Shane doesn’t want him to finish that sentence, to pull Comeau gently off the ledge he’s steering himself toward. Shane wants to push him, kicking and screaming, to make them say it to his fucking face. That after all this time, they still hate him for the heinous crime of falling in love.
“We’ve been married for two years,” Shane says. “I’m not sure that qualifies as playing house. I mean, it’s longer than you were with your first wife, isn’t it?”
Or: Shane reunites with his former teammates at J.J.'s bachelor party. He's finally ready to say (and maybe punch) his piece.
You're All I Want, So Much It's Hurting by Blahblahblahblah9 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,179)
"Ilya, fuck me?" Shane asked, wet eyes focused on Ilya's lips. His hips jerked up and he hissed when his dick came in contact with Ilya's.
Ilya didn't often ask for eye contact when Shane didn't offer willingly but this time he had to. Ilya had made Shane come two times already, once with his tongue in Shane's ass and then with a dildo. Shane's dick was an angry red now, somehow lying impossibly hard on his hip. He didn't want to overwhelm Shane more than he could handle. He tipped Shane's chip up with a finger, Shane's eyes snapping to Ilya's. "You sure, sweetheart? We can stop if you've had enough," he said, frowning slightly.
"No, no, I want to. Please, I want to," Shane begged, arms locking around Ilya's neck. "Please, Ilya, please." Ilya pulled back a little only for Shane to whine loudly, his arms tightening around Ilya. Their foreheads knocked together and Ilya gently shushed him, stroking his free hand through Shane's hair.
or, a peek into Ilya and Shane's married bliss.
тоска́ by SingerOfFaithAndDevotion - (Rating: Mature, Words: 5,202)
Ilya was tired. There was no other word in English that could really express it any other way. Every hour, every day: Ilya was tired.
4 months after the tuna melt situation Ilya hits complete rock bottom. He attempts suicide via overdose, following in his mother's footsteps. He doesn't succeed. What will happen once Shane finds out?
to look long and hard by uvlights - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 1,615)
Shane and Ilya talk about Vegas.
Ilya the bear Rozonov by Hollonov4everrrrr1221 - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 3,141)
Ilya and Shane are in love and Ilya is with Ottowa. Shane makes a shocking discovery in the locker room as he's changing after a night spent with Ilya. The whole team learns what Shane was doing last night due to some certain marks that Ilya had left.
Saddle up, Cowboy. by Miyumih - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,366)
“Pay attention to me.” Shane mouths against Ilya's lips, pulling away just so that he can graze his nose against Ilya’s. He sounds just as needy as he feels but he doesn’t care, he’s past caring about things like that with Ilya.
