a little quick and dirty and unedited drabble for stupidest little crackfic idea thats haunted me for a while lmao:
crack fic of homophobic metros GM finding out about them pre-outing and conspiring to make the metros a friendly team to gay people bc he did the calculation of “money + championships > homophobia”
Gerald finds out about Hollander and Rozanov by accident. It’s pure coincidence.
He’d just been about ready to leave the hotel room that he’d taken a cute little blonde cart girl back to, the door cracked open just a little when he’d heard them.
“Hollander,” the voice had said, accented and low, “don’t be…”
He hadn’t been able to hear the entire sentence, but the name had drawn his attention anyway, ready to greet Shane Hollander in the hallway, maybe ask what he was up to and look away if it was trouble.
But the sight that greeted him, when he barely glanced out through the crack, was one that he couldn’t look away from even if he wanted to. Hollander and—fucking Rozanov of all people.
And not only is Hollander fumbling to open the door to the hotel room, but Rozanov’s right behind him, hands on his hips and pulling him back against his—
“Ilya,” Hollander hisses, “Come on.”
“Fine, fine,” Rozanov says, as the door whirs open. “My boyfriend does not want me anymore.”
“Shut up,” Hollander says with a little laugh, and then the door closes behind them with a gentle click.
As far as Gerald is concerned, it might as well have been a bang, the way his heart is pounding in his chest.
It takes Gerald some time to decide if what he saw was real.
Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov…are gay. And together.
They—well. In a strange way, he supposes it makes sense. The best in the world and pitted against each other from the start. They spent a lot of time together when they were young men, probably pent up.
Maybe the urge of a teenage boy to get his dick wet made them confused
And now here they are. Together. And fucking. Fucking each other. Or, well, Hollander fucking Rozanov. Right? Well it’s not really—who’s the girl?
It clicks in the middle of the night.
His eyes fly open and he sits up. The girl sleeping next to him—anothercart girl, a redhead this time—grumbles, turns onto her side and away.
Gerald can’t make himself care, because he’s busy getting out of bed and pacing.
Rozanov is in Ottawa. Rozanov left Boston for Ottawa.
It had been a shock when it had happened, and no one had been able to figure out why. Gerald had nearly laughed himself sick when he’d heard about it, James Jackson over in Boston losing his star and captain and biggest moneymaker to Ottawa of all places.
But if he moved for his…lover, then maybe…
Hollander’s contract is coming up in the summer at the end of this season, Gerald realizes with a start.
He can’t lose Hollander. The city would burn to the ground. His family’s legacy would be tainted—letting the Shane Hollander go to Ottawa. And worst of all, he’d probably lose season ticket holders.
He calls his assistant without a second thought.
“Aaron, what do gay guys like?”