so shane can come untouched, right? at this point it's almost a novelty the way ilya can get him to do it, and it's so easy to get him there too especially with penetration. shane has prostate orgasms all the fucking time it's literally one of his fav ways to come and one of ilya's fav ways to get him there. but the thing about these orgasms is usually ilya is on top and only looking at shane's face, or behind and only looking at shane's hole. he rarely ever actually gets to see shane's cock when he comes like this, and he realizes how fucked up it is that despite making shane come like this so often, he's never fully been able to appreciate the spectacle of it yk?
so i think ilya proposes fucking in front his bedroom mirror so he can get a good look, because he wants to see. and even though shane feels a little self conscious abt it (i'm imagining this during their situationship era) it's also ridiculously hot to him so of course he says yes. so that's how they find themselves standing in front of ilya's full length bedroom mirror, skin to skin, ilya pressed firmly against shane's back with his cock buried deep inside of him. and shane's head is lolling back against ilya's shoulder, knees bending slightly to give him a better angle (and also bc he can barely stand up when ilya's fucking him like this). ilya's pace is slow, deep, precise. he pulls out slow and fucks back in slow, adonis belt slapping firmly against shane's ass every few seconds and making his cheeks jiggle like he's in a porno. but ilya can barely even pay any attention to that because he's too distracted by what's staring back at him in the mirror.
shane's cock, standing at full attention and bobbing with every thrust, drooling beautiful syrupy precum profusely from the tip onto the floor. it's unfuckingreal to ilya, he can't stop fucking staring at it. he knows shane gets wet but this is ridiculous. is it like this every time? does he leak this much whenever they fuck? has ilya just never noticed before? it's like a fucking faucet the way it just steadily drips down onto the hardwood. and ilya feels fucking insane. he keeps fucking shane slow like that, eyes hooded and fixated on that fat and leaky cock, and shane's making little noises that go right to his own cock which is still hitting shane's prostate with every slow thrust. shane's hand comes up behind him to cradle the back of ilya's head, fingers digging into his curls, his scalp, and ilya knows he's close, can see it plain as day in his blissed out expression.
ilya's own fingers dig into the soft flesh of shane's waist and he tugs him impossibly closer, murmurs, "are you gonna come for me, hollander?" all low and sensual, and shane can barely speak, can only give a desperate nod as his eyes squeeze shut and his cock bobs in the mirror. "yeah? you gonna show me how you come from just this?" and he punctuates the words with the slow pounding of his hips, burying his nose in the side of shane's face and keeping his eyes fixated on where shane continues to leak. it only takes a couple more hard thrusts and then shane is keening with a rough and guttural edge to his voice, and at this exact moment ilya stills inside of him, stops moving, just grips shane's hips tight and remains seated fully inside of him while he watches shane's cock work its magic.
and oh, what a fucking sight. completely untouched, shane's cock stutters and bobs of its own accord, and then he's erupting in steady bursts, whimpers and moans flying past his lips as his balls tighten and twitch. and ilya can barely fucking believe his eyes, flummoxed that shane's cock has just been doing this all the time they've been hooking up and he's been missing it. he's truly never seen anything like it, the way it moves like it's its own entity, the way it pulses and throbs under the low light, the way it spits cum in long, thick strings, the way it makes shane all pink and warm in the face. and when the cum finally tapers off and switches to a slow and leaky dribble, any restraint ilya had been holding onto goes out the window. a practically inhuman sound falls from his mouth and his jaw drops, chin resting on shane's shoulder as he feels himself be pushed off the edge.
he manages to get out a slurred "i'm coming" but he sounds drunk, and he feels drunk too. shane's eyes open and they both make eye contact in the mirror as ilya empties himself, vein in his forehead throbbing, eyes rolling a little bit. shane's grip in his hair tightens, an encouraging gesture, and ilya moans again when he sees shane's spent cock, going soft now, twitch a little bit in the mirror, one last small dribble of cum oozing from the tip.
safe to say, it's not the last time they try that.
Another one for the pile of Shane wearing Ilya’s jersey to remind him who he is. And who Shane knows Ilya is.
At some point during Ilya’s first year in Ottawa, the losing streak starts getting to him. He knew what he signed up for, knew that it would take time to rebuild. And he’d told himself, he’d done it before. Boston had been out of the playoffs for years when he was drafted and it had taken him two more years to drag them back there. Still though. Ilya hates losing. Even with the upside of having Shane, he gets frustrated and moody and he can’t take it out on his team because it’s not their fault they’re dogshit and to add insult to injury the Metros are doing well and definitely going for another deep playoff run—of course they are, Shane is dragging them there by the skin of his teeth and contrary to Ilya he has some semi-competent teammates to back him up. Ilya tries not to take it out on Shane either, but Shane notices.
It doesn’t help that there's an article going viral today, asking if Shane Hollander is finally, indisputably the best hockey player, now that Ilya Rozanov has fucked off to Ottawa and can’t compete with him in the scoring race anymore. It especially doesn’t help that Ilya says, viciously, petulantly, embarrassingly, “it only took half a season for people to think you are better now.”
“Well, the numbers don’t lie,” Shane says, who’s leading in the scoring race. Ilya's left winger, Bood, is good, but without a good right winger, Ilya’s not even in the top five right now.
And Ilya does manage a “skill is more than fucking numbers,” but it comes out more bitter than their usual banter.
So Shane kisses him, and tells Ilya to get into bed and close this eyes and not to peek and Ilya isn’t really in the mood for elaborate sex games, he’s tired, okay, he just wants a nice blowjob or some cuddly spooning sex, but Shane sounds so hopeful that Ilya sighs and closes his eyes.
When Shane gets on the bed with him and straddles him, Ilya opens his eyes but Shane immediately covers them with his hands, “you promised, Ilya,” and Ilya says “fine okay,” and Shane huffs and kisses him and Ilya keeps his eyes closed. He keeps his eyes closed all through the slow but increasingly filthy kisses, keeps his eyes closed when Shane wrestles Ilya’s shirt and then his pants off, and with a frankly herculean effort keeps his eyes closed when Shane takes his dick into his mouth. He even keeps them closed when Shane moves away, when there's some rustling, the tell-tale snap of the lube bottle, Shane's warm and slick hand around his dick. And Ilya would really like to watch Shane ride him, but for some reason he promised so he squeezes his eyes shut harder against the temptation and then there's more shuffling and it feels unfamiliar when Shane straddles him, and then Shane's hand is around him, holding him while he starts taking him in, just the tip, hot and tight and familiar but different and it's right there at the edge of Ilya's consciousness but he's also just incredibly riled up, fighting against opening his eyes to watch his beautiful boyfriend and fighting to keep his hips from snapping up, and he doesn't know where the strength for this kind of self-control comes from except that Shane asked him to, and Ilya will always try to do what Shane asks of him.
Finally, Shane speaks. “So I'm the best.”
“Second best,” Ilya says, a reflex as old as their relationship.
“Not right now. I'm leading you in points and assists.”
Ilya grinds his teeth, but admits, “not right now but just in stats,” and wonders why Shane is twisting the knife and why Ilya is still hard and straining.
“Look at me,” Shane says.
And Ilya opens his eyes. Shane is straddling him but in reverse which is why it felt so unfamiliar, they don't do it often like that. Shane's looking at Ilya over the back of his shoulder, wearing a—a jersey, fuck, Ilya's jersey, ROZANOV across his back like a brand with the number 81 below it.
And Shane, who always adamantly refused jersey sharing because it's bad luck, because he's not a WAG, he's a player and Ilya better not forget, that Shane says, “If I'm the best, then what does it say that I'm wearing your number?” and slams himself down on Ilya's dick, taking him all the way. It's a question Ilya can't possibly answer because Shane’s riding the hell out of him, and he comes so hard he sees god (Shane Hollander. He still sees Shane Hollander, god of hockey, not that Ilya will ever say that out loud, but it's not like he can talk right now anyway.)
After, Shane holds Ilya, still wearing his fucking jersey, and Ilya is going to have a stroke, and Shane says, “You're still the only one who can challenge me. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but I know you can rebuild Ottawa. You're going to turn them into a contender team, just like you did Boston, and I can't wait to beat you in the Conference finals in a few years.”
“Hm yes,” Ilya says, barely able to string a coherent sentence together, especially in English. “You better win all your cups with Montreal now because in a few years, it will be my turn again.”
“Keep dreaming, asshole,” Shane says and presses a very gentle kiss to Ilya's forehead.
Ilya doesn't say that when he dreams, when he really lets himself dream, he's lifting the cup together with Shane. So he just turns his head up and gets a very gentle kiss to his mouth, and for now, that's enough.
hc: Ilya uses the begging!kink as a tool for consent.
When Ilya asks Shane to do something, he does it. Immediately and no questions asked. At first Ilya thinks it's hot, and it is. But he's worried that Shane, cock-drunk, sex-mad Shane who is exploring his pleasure for the first time in his life, will agree to anything. So Ilya takes him out of his head. "You okay?" he asks, again and again. "Is still okay?" And Shane nods, eyes squeezed shut. Ilya wonders if the shame posing as shyness will wear off over time. He thinks about how he could never forgive himself if he crossed some unspoken boundary because Shane was too embarrassed to say No.
"You want?" Ilya asks. And Shane says yes, yes, yes. But it's not enough. Shane is too far gone. "Ask me for it." Ilya demands. "Ask nicely." Tell me you want this, want me, like this. Shane blinks slowly, bleary brown eyes peering up at Ilya. "What?" Ilya watches him come out of a pleasure-haze, watches his gaze refocus just enough to process Ilya's request. Yes a request. In a way, it's Ilya who is begging Shane. Tell me you want this.
"Please," Shane whispers. "Please Ilya." And it's still not enough. "Please what, Shane? What do you want?" Ilya coaxes.
"I want you." "You have me." "Ilya please, I want you inside me, right now, please, please" "okay, okay.... okay."
It's very hard to scroll Tumblr in the current climate, the hockey players are... anyway. We take a page from some renaissance masters and Feature Various And Unspecified Convenient Bits of Clothing
Fewer bits of clothing here, because other places besides Tumblr are more fun
The background makes no sense because it was done by a tired squirrely little human brain. I will use no AI. Fuck AI to death, thanks
HW: Our show was kind of unusually block shot. It was shot like a giant movie, which means we're shooting parts of episode 5 in the beginning, parts of episode 4 early on. In the same day we're going from multiple scripts. We had to hold the entire story and then go in on command to these different points that these characters are at.
(sources and disclaimers below)
the basis for this gifset were the film stills from sabrina lantos's website which contain the day number in the file name and the date taken in the properties:
and then most of the other stills from here have the date taken embedded:
since the above stills don't contain the day in the file name, i made a schedule to assign each date to a filming day number. i can't guarantee it's correct, but once the weekends were in place it did all line up nicely (including with the confirmed wrap date, june 10th).
the following days were mentioned in interviews:
DAY 1
"We jumped around. I think we were in five different years or something crazy on day one. I remember doing the first scene of the day..." — Connor
"The foot tap." — Hudson
"[The Tampa hotel room] was day one of shooting. I'm pretty sure that was the second scene we shot before the Vegas scene where I crawled to him." — Hudson
DAY 3
"[The Russian funeral] was day three of production overall, and that was my first day." — Slavic
DAY 4
(alexei's scenes were filmed on two consecutive days) "I was only there for two days." / "I got to meet Hudson the [day after the Russian funeral] when we were doing my [phone scenes]. He was just down the hall in a different studio" — Slavic
DAY 11
this day wasn't mentioned by number, however, the time code on the film slate seen in this behind the scenes video [image version] shows 05 05 25 11 (5th of may 2025, day 11). and there is mention of which scenes were shot that day:
- rachel said, "They were filming the very first sex scene..." (for 4 hours!) and "I stayed until the very end [of that day] because I knew that the last thing that they were going to film was on the beach in Tampa".
- the casting directors were also on set this day, they saw the sochi cafe and hudson getting sprayed with water for the ad.
- further visual confirmation: 1. connor at the cafe in his hookup outfit 2. the cafe set being taken down ready for the beach scene
DAYS 35 & 36
"[The cottage] was the last two days of shooting. The last scene we shot was Ilya talking about his mom when he’s on my lap." — Hudson
ASSUMPTIONS
DAY 7
in this behind the scenes posted by ksenia [image version] you can see the file number of the recording which has 250429 in it, i.e., the 29th of april 2025. since she was there at the same time as connor and hudson doing their scene, and since she's in the same car used for the scott scene... i'm making the assumption all the car interiors were shot on the same day.
DAY 14
an image from this article contains the date 2025_05_08 in the file name. it's a photo from set while they're filming at ciao bella (for the lunch scenes with shane's parents). the stairwell (for shane's apartment) is located around the side of the building.
DAY 18
christina said while filming the episode six yuna shane scene they "... were getting pummeled with rain. So we had to stop, and we had to come back the next day and shoot it." so i think they would have finished that scene and then also done the rest of the scenes (shane in the sling, watching tv) on day 18.
DAY 20
it seems like they used two consecutive days for filming at each of the residences, so i imagine they probably did the svetlana and watching tv scenes this day. the only scrap of evidence i have is this behind the scenes photo where you can see the camera set up while they're watching the leafs beat the panthers-- which i did check, did happen on may 16th (...but also on the 5th and 7th of may, so not exactly irrefutable).
DAYS 32 & 33
the owner of shane's "apartment" said filming took place there in june. so that slots nicely into these two days-- not really anywhere else it would fit.
CONTRADICTIONS
- the biggest discrepancy i came across was regarding day 17 at the parents' cottage:
christina said, "It was just the four of us for a couple days, so it was a really wonderful experience. It was towards the end of the shoot, and I think we all felt like, "We get to do this, finally.""
and jacob said [on connor eating so much spaghetti], "I do feel it was the end of the shoot and I was like, "Oh, he's carb loading. I don't think he has to take his shirt off again.""
so both of them stating those scenes were near the end of the shoot almost made me throw this whole gifset concept in the bin, but then on the other hand, i'm like... people make mistakes... i could be misinterpreting... why would the camera dates be wrong... but yeah, this one really confused me.
- another one that didn't line up was hudson saying, "The drive when we’re in the car leaving was two weeks into the shoot. So we still had, like, three weeks of shooting left while we’re shooting the drive off. Me picking Ilya up in the “It’s not a Jeep, it’s British, it’s good in the snow” car took place, like, three weeks into shooting."
the photo still (in the carpark) was taken on the 28th of april and there's also a photo of the film slate that looks to be the same date. so i just straight up think he's wrong? which is understandable, he is recalling it 7 months after the fact. it just makes me doubt everything.
- otherwise i feel like things match up with what i've heard, like the hockey being a week towards the end, sophie arriving a month in, tampa bar being the last friday, etc.
here are some other extra details:
- on may 10th hudson posted a bts photo of connor at dundurn castle, meaning the jogging scenes were filmed prior to day 16
- the scenes done at mcmaster university would have been done early may (as filming isn't permitted on campus during april and hudson said he, "hadn't had a chance to train that much yet" (indicating that it was still early on in the shoot)
- robbie's first scene was the art gallery, followed by the smoothie shop, and then the banquet and intimacy later on. his last day was the on ice kiss.
- two full days were spent at the kingfisher
- the sochi cafe scene was shot twice (they weren't happy with how the vfx wall was looking, they changed it into an interior shot)
- another scene they redid was with the hockey cup (producers weren't happy with how small it was previously + kolton said it broke when he lifted it)
- françois's final scene was the cup celebration (he lost his balance and cut his hand on his skate)
it was fun putting all this together. i hope you found it interesting! i tried my best to source everything so i'm not just saying, "trust me bro", but at the same time, please don't take it all as fact. i obviously wasn't there, i'm only looking at dates!
any additional information or corrections are welcome :)
Shane has definitely helped Ilya pack his Boston house before his big move up to Ottawa.
Shane has definitely color-coded the boxes, he left the moving company with precise instructions about having everything that's in a box listed clearly - a physical copy taped to the box itself, and a shared pdf doc, so the unpacking company in Ottawa will be able to chop chop it in the most efficient ways possible.
The only room they both insist on packing themselves is Ilya's bedroom. And not just because it's their sanctuary... but because it's where Ilya keeps the few mementos he allowed himself to bring back from Russia. A couple of pictures of his mom that had survived Polina's roundups, and that he'd kept hidden in his Moscow apartment. His first pair of ice skates, scuffed and with the strings all knotted up.
The I.R. that Irina had etched on the inside of them both so they wouldn't get confused with the other kids' is barely there anymore - but it still brings comfort.
There's Ilya's jersey from the 2008 Prospect Cup, his first time out of Russia. Every hockey scout that mattered had been there, hoping for something hot on the ice. Ilya ended up meeting the love of his life in the parking lot.
In the second drawer of his bedside table there's a folded pair of thick white socks, mismatched: one's Rebook, the other's Adidas. Hundreds of miles from their OG halves.
In the first drawer of his dresser, under a collection of tank tops, there's a small flyer advertising an All Star Games watch party in a sports bar in downtown Boston, from 2017. There's something clipped to it, Shane presumes is a movie ticket but he's not sure because everything is written in Cyrillic. He can only make out the date, it's the same as the flyer, 2017.
And Ilya's feeling a little self-conscious maybe, allowing Shane to see yet another side of him.He tries to hurry the whole process along, stuffing things into boxes they don't belong.
And Shane is at his side, immediately. Not talking, not asking. Just there.
I'm here. Whenever you're ready.
But Ilya is not talking. He's just there, just like Shane.
But Shane is brave, Ilya taught him that, and so he's the one that says, "There's a box, at my parents' house in Ottawa, I think my mom has kept my Prospect Cup jersey as well..." And he's got Ilya's attention now, so he pushes through the knot in his throat.
"And I guess... I was thinking maybe we could hang them up together. Maybe in your new place in Ottawa, or at the cottage. We, uh, you don't have to decid-..."
"Yes," Ilya says, "I would love to put them up at the cottage. They can keep it safe. You know, Canadian wolf birds are very hungry birds"
And they're both smiling now, arms at each other's waists.
"Ah, almost forgot," Ilya adds, walking to his bedside table from where he picks up the Adidas/Rebook pair of socks, and adds it on top of his Prospect Cup jersey, "I think these ones are missing their lovers. They need reunion, da?"
And he's laughing, light. Shane's laughing, too.
Both definitely a little more in love with the other.
Maybe you wanna also read the first installment from "The Socks Adventures"
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