you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too
a selection of photos taken by other people from their first year of marriage:
towards the end of their wedding reception, sun setting, looking rumpled and tired, Ilya kissing Shane's palm while Shane is very seriously talking to Scott Hunter
the two of them with a fan, taken at the dog park, Ilya holding Anya and Shane with one arm around his husband's shoulder and the other trying to prevent Anya from licking the fan's face
Shane Hollander sitting on the Centaurs bench with blood on his face, mouth wide open, Ilya Rozanov gripping his chin and glaring at the gap where Shane's bottom canine used to be
Ilya Rozanov with his fist in the air after a goal, a smear of red in the corner of his mouth
sitting next to each other at team tape review, heads bent together, Ilya's hand on Shane's thigh, Shane's hands sketching out a play in the air
Ilya Rozanov leaning against his car in the airport arrivals line, a coffee in one hand and a forest-green smoothie in the other
Shane Hollander giving his husband the middle finger after losing the shot accuracy competition at ASG by half a second
piggyback racing across the yard with a Pike twin each clinging to their necks
Ilya Rozanov, outraged, with a face full of snow, as his husband doubles over with laughter
wearing identical blank expressions the seventeenth time a journalist asks about their "off-ice chemistry"
Shane Hollander throwing his head back and cackling in a booth at a random dive bar in a random city, Ilya Rozanov grinning into his drink
asleep on the team bus after game 5 of the conference finals, Ilya curled into Shane's shoulder
saw this and immediately thought of you. the old man is feeling spicy
you are the second person to have sent this to me 💀 I love how he puts House MD in the same artistic category as Bach and Frida Khalo whilst forgetting which network it aired on 😭
Ilya loves calling Shane nonsensical nicknames, but he knows Shane is uncomfortable with him using them out in public, even after they're out, so he abstains from it mostly. But he still wants to so badly, wants everyone to know how much he loves Shane, that they belong to each other.
There's one name though, one that Ilya pulls out when he wants Shane's attention, when he feels fond but knows Shane is in that mood that won't let Ilya be gentle with him. Shanya.
It's the closest thing to a Russian diminutive Ilya has come up with, and when he realizes it's one of the only names he can get away with on public, boy does he take advantage of it.
The Centaurs notice. Of course they do. They notice how Shane's jaw clenches when they call him "Holly" or "Holzy". They notice, and some guess, just how many comments, how many "jokes" the Metros had to make to get Shane to react like that to what should be an affectionate nickname.
And so, when Ilya starts calling him Shanya in practice, and Shane gets this not-quite smile in his face, the rest of the team catches on quickly.
Surprisingly, its Luca who tries it first, the vowels clear and precise just like Ilya does it. Teasing, but fond with it. Shane starts a little, and they all hold their breaths, subtly waiting for the downturn of Shane's mouth, the tightening of his shoulders. And then Shane rolls his eyes upwards, that half smile that talks of fond exasperation, and everyone sighs in relief. It's fair game after that.
"Damn Shanya, what a fucking shot!"
"Shanya, how the hell did you manage that?"
"There anymore water, Shanya?"
"You okay, Shanya?"
Idk something about Shane's nickname changing from what the Metros called him, to a name given to him by his husband, a name used by the team that loves him, given by the man that most loves him.
hollanov is batshit crazy about each other and the centaurs are mildly concerned about it but they seem well-adjusted regardless and it helps them win games so whatever. they do have a bit of an existential crisis about it though. like are they supposed to be that obsessed with their partner too? to which their partner say if they were that clingy the partner would be very scared.
i love the “hollanov has a crush on carter vaughn” take not necessarily in a “i think they would invite him to watch” way but more in a “ilya would accidentally let it slip while chirping at shane to fluster him that vaughn is at the top of their ‘would’ list and vaughn is a little thrown off and straight so he’s like “are you guys asking?” and ilya laughs and pats his shoulder and assures him “absolutely not, i do not share my shane, we just think you are good looking man, i like that you are pretty and fun and my shane likes that you are serious about hockey and have good grooming habits. is not serious, do not worry vaughny we will not be asking you to witness me and my beautiful husband ever” and vaughn low key is overjoyed about it, his teammates who are around and hear the exchange are sometimes like “that doesnt bother you? you dont find that a bit weird?” but vaugh genuinely is just like “rozanov just called me pretty and fun enough to hang out with and hollander thinks im good at hockey and clean enough for him, you could hand me a nobel peace prize and it wouldnt come close to this achievement” and eventually it gets out to the general public so vaughn is captioning his instagram posts shit like “#1 contender for being the hockey husbands third goes fishing” despite shanes mortification about this getting out and vaughns clear delight with it” way
You know, I absolutely think there's a version of Shane who, after thinking long and hard about what he wants to do after retirement, sits his parents and Ilya down and tells them that after all the bullshit he and Ilya just went through in their last few years of playing, what he really wants is to be the new MLH Commissioner. He's already got a 10-year plan ready to go. God only knows if he'll actually do it, but he's going to give it a damn good go.
Shane and Ilya high as fuck by the lake at the cottage, they had the edibles around an hour ago (Shane Hollander may now be cool with getting high every now and again but he will not smoke) they are on a a picnic rug sprawled in the soft grass and Shane is on his back with Ilya on top of him. Ilya pulls back and leans his head on one arm to look down at his pretty shame. So relaxed and happy. His cheeks are a little sunburnt and his freckles are dark from the summer, more of them now with the one on the very tip of his nose making itself known. Ilya misses it when it fades during winter. The air feels soft and slow and light and the sun is so warm on his back and the whole world feels heavy delicate sensitive like fresh sheets, like the smell of his mamas cooking everything is lovely and stretched out and beautiful and he’s so high. And he can’t stop staring at hi husband. Shane who is in a tshirt that’s too loose around the neck to be his own, and a pair of Ilya’s thread bear well worn sweatshorts, loose and low on his hips. The shirt has gotten twisted up in their cuddling and fooling around and Ilya watches Shane’s tummy move with his deep steady breathing.
Ilya fits his hand to the skin there and feels in out in out in out and pleasure unfolds over the back of his shoulders like a warm blanket. His Shane, his home. He loves even his breathing, the rise and fall of his stomach. Ilya draws his eyes to Shane’s face when Shane lets out a little sniffle scrunching his nose at the end of a yawn and he watches his pinkmouth wettongue as his face settles again and turns just so towards Ilya, like a flower tilting into the sun. Ilya wants to bite him. He wants to fold him into his pocket he wants to press his face to his and make them one person. He wants to ask Shane if he’ll love him forever again and again and again just to hear him say yes Ilya yes Ilya yes baby low and slow and rumbly cause he’s high and sleepy and well fucked and summer warm. Ilya reaches up his hand from Shane’s tummy and instead begins the trace the lines of his face, the bump of his lips, the perfect long slope of his nose. His boy is so gorgeous. So hishishis. Ilya fits his hand to the side of Shane’s face and rubs his thumb over his smooth cheek again and again because it feels soooo nice and Shane is soooo nice and he feels to heavy to ever think about moving in any way that doesn’t involve touching Shane.
Shane tilts his face into Ilya’s touch and lets out a happy soft sound that goes up into the air and swims pink around Ilya’s head. Ilya leans his face down and kisses each of Shane’s eyelids and thinks thank you thank you thank you for making him and thank you thank you thank you he’s mine and tries to think the thoughts into Shane’s brain through his lips on his eyes. Ilya draws his face down and presses his nose next to Shane’s and blinks his eyelashes against Shane’s again and again until he feels Shane giggle and his hand fit the curls at the back of his head and he whines iiiiilllyyyaaaa so slow and he’s squirmy and Ilya can feel that he’s hard because he’s high and high Shane is horny Shane (any Shane is horny Shane but especially this one). Shane opens his eyes and Ilyas lashes are mingling too close for Ilya to be able to see anything but the bur of Shane, sososo lovely close to him, all around him and he doesn’t blink.
Swear to GOD I’ll shut the fuck up soon but im post night shifts and haven’t slept in 20hrs and so too bad you have to hear all that comes to mind. Basically- Ilya and Shane both accidentally start exclusively watching the same couple for their porn. Like hear me out, 2016/16 peak of tumblr porn- don’t ask me why they are on tumblr I don’t care to explain ! ! But ANYway Ilya like has consumed much much porn in his life as we know sent by his mates, stuff he finds- sveta sends him links etc etc all to say he sees a lot of it doesn’t usually have too specific of a taste as to what will get him off and then he starts fucking Shane and the it’s like he’s looking for porn that reminds him of Shane- using key words to try and find guys that look like Shane or him and it’s embarrassing but also like he needs to get off and nothing else it working (gets more terminal the longer he’s fucking Shane) and anyway so he finds a couple that if he kinda squints can picture as him and Shane if he ignores hair colour and some tattoos.
But like most of all it’s how they fuck- the bottom is mouthy and playful and sweet big eyes and a bit bratty but submissive and sweet- the top is handsy and grippy and they makeout like obsessively and messily and it reminds Ilya of them- the way the bottom grips at the tops shoulders as he cums. Ok and he’s like whatever it’s just what I’m into right now (Shane Shane is what he’s into) and then god Shane it’s a whole other thing because Shane kinda usually finds porn cringey and he usually only watched guys getting off alone cause he can get into that but like a lot of the sex seems weird and stilted to him and he just doesn’t really get it. None of them seem into it. And then then he stumbles across this same couple, and it’s passionate and handsy and they talk shit to each other and top puts the bottom in their place, is obsessive about their pleasure, kisses and whispers filthy and it’s so hot and Shane is like 👁️👁️ fuck. Can’t get enough of them. And it’s like fine he isn’t thinking about Ilya all the time it’s just- what he’s into passionate sex (ok the video titles are literally like making my gorgeous bottom cum over and over and the tags are like true love, real couple etc etc) and Shane is like this is chill normal porn men consume.
ANYWAYYYY ! All tHAT to say to say that like they are fucking around on Ilya’s phone one night many many years later post big I love yous etc together proper couple trying to find some old video or something on his camera roll and Shane is like what’s that 🤨🤨 and Ilya is like oh, is downloaded video not me ! And Shane is like oh I know but like it’s so familiar and oh and Ilya is like familiar ? Anyway they uncover they both got off to the same couple that reminded them of the way they were together when they were apart back in the fuck around days. They were sooo good at being casual.
(Anyway then then they fuck while watching one of the videos and Ilya does what the top does in the video the whole time whispering to Shane “you’d fuck yourself with your toys watching this man pretending it was me? Was it good? Did you think about me taking you like this? My good boy always thinking about me” and making Shane watch the screen and not Ilya and making him tell Ilya what parts he liked most, what he’d Thi k about and if he takes his eyes off the screen of stops answering Ilya he stops fucking him)
Thinking about the fact that Ilya and Shane probably kissed SO much that first day at the cottage like Shane’s jaw was achy and their mouths were puffy and swollen and deep pink at the end of the day
Like they definitely fucked like three times by like early afternoon, and Shane’s a bit achy, they’d been eager and rough with each other, mainly in their desperation for each other. It had been months for both of them, waiting for each other- and it’s the first time they have ever had time on their hands, time and no fucking interruptions, just endless soft surfaces and hard surfaces to press each other into, soft close clothing and no prying eyes.
But they also kinda can’t stop kissing. Shane almost feels overwhelmed by it, it’s like theirs magnets on their tongues, drawn to each other like gravity. After lunch they end up making out at the sink for an unknown stretch of time, at least till the water in the sink that the dishes had been soaking in, cooled. But it was soft pecks too, hot firey kisses when Ilya would interrupt him by grabbing his face and pulling him in, licking into his mouth. So not only does Shane’s ass and hips ache a bit, but so does his mouth.
It’s the evening, the sun dipping down past the line of the lake and Shane is sprawled on his back on the soft rug of the living room. Ilya is a shirtless warm wide weight over him, just in a pair of Shane’s sweatpants (yours are better Hollander I want these) between Shane’s legs, pressing into and over him. He smells like Shane’s body wash, and sun, tastes like sour patch kids (Shane had bought them just for Ilya, when he’d done his grocery shop for the summer. It was just a few things, inconspicuous packets- but ones that usually had no place in Shane Hollanders pantry).
Shane’s in his metros crew neck and a pair of soft shorts, socks on.
Ilya has an elbow on either side of Shane’s head, one hand fisted in the top of Shane’s hair, fingers scratching gentle circular motions against his scalp in a dizzying way that had goose bumps shivering up and down the back of his neck. His other hand cheeks drifting to Shane’s chin and cheek, the back of his knuckles rubbing, fingers grabbing.
They’re kissing, again, slow hot drags of their mouths that are making Shane’s stomach flip and squeeze in a low needy flutter. His legs are spread to either side, knees to Ilya’s hips. One calf is pressed to Ilya’s thigh, the other out further, his toes rubbing their happy rhythm against Ilya’s calf. A small fidget he did when he was content, to comfort, usually as he drifted to sleep- but apparently when Ilya Rozanov kissed him incoherent too.
Shanes hands have been roaming, from holding Ilya’s face between his palms, to through his curls, over the back of his neck. His nails gentle up and down the bare skin of Ilya’s back, occasionally finding stray droplet left over from the shower. His body is holding the heat from it, so fucking warm and solid between Shane’s legs. Shane can’t stop thinking about the fact Ilya’s going to sleep in bed with him tonight. They have all night.
The thought makes Shane shiver and Ilya presses down into Shane in response, hand slides from his hair and down, arm slides between Shane and the floor, hand clasped to Shane’s hip, strong forearm spanning his back and he pulls Shane up into him. Shane tightens his leg around Ilya’s body, hands rub over Ilya’s broad shoulders in a silent reply. Ilya pulls back for a breath, nuzzles his mouth against Shane’s skin as he knocks their noses together.
“Okie?” He asks in a soft low cadence, and his arms squeezes around Shane, hand wiggling to the under the fabric of his sweatshirt, against skin.
Shane nods and with a small motion of his head ilya is connecting their lips again, a tiny almost sweet peck before he’s licking into Shane’s mouth in a way that makes the back of his neck heat. Ilya sinks into him and kisses him like he’s starving, like this itself is sex, like he’s inside Shane. It feels like it, Shane can feel the ghost of that connection with how they are pressed tight, close.
Their sound of their lips is slick and loud, and Shane can hear the rush of his own heartbeat in his ears, the rustle of their clothes together. He’s not grinning on Ilya, and Ilya is pushing down into him, but there are these tiny presses of their hips, half hard- but not seeking anything further, not chasing, just content in the connection of their bodies in every place they can manage.
Ilya’s tongue draws back and Shane catches Ilya’s top lip with teeth and tongue, Ilya’s mouth tastes like his, their shared spit. Shane’s fingers find the shape of Ilya’s earlobe, thumb starts to rub over it softly, and it makes Ilya whine, like Shane knows it does, because he knows, knows very well how Ilya Rozanov kisses, how he likes to be kissed back. Ilya’s hand squeezes Shane’s hip, pulls him in tighter, drags his tongue over Shane’s, licks up over the roof of his mouth and Shane shivers. His jaw aches with the stretch of the kiss as Ilya licks into his mouth hungry.
Then the oven beeps, loud and jarring and Shane’s first thought is what the fuck? But then- oh- dinner. They had put the potatoes and vegetables to roast in the oven an hour ago and chicken legs half an hour ago. Shane had been going to find deck of cards he knew was in the living room because he had told Ilya he would to teach him how to play Cribbage. Ilya had already asked if they could play strip cribbage. Shane didn’t think it would be possible but he was sure Ilya would find a way.
He’d been leant over the coffee table, digging in a draw for the cards when Ilya had found him, a slap to his bent over ass, before his hands pulled Shane back into him. Shane had told him to fuck off and Ilya had said no and then Shane had jabbed at his side, Ilya had flicked Shane’s ear and then they were on the carpet slapping hands away. Then, as with the pace of the day it seemed, they were kissing again.
Shane pulls back with a gasp from the kiss. “Dinner. Ilya- we need to” Ilya’s mouth was already back on his own. Shane’s hands slid to Ilya hair, pulled, turned his head away from Ilya’s mouth. The alarm was still going off.
“It’ll burn” Shane sighs, shivers when Ilya’s mouth finds his jaw, kisses and licks at the warm skin.
“In a minute” Ilya rumbles back and drags his teeth over the light already fading hickey he left there this morning.
Shane sighs, heat rushes at the feeling and he swallows, wriggles under Ilya’s frame.
“You’ll be so” Shane’s voice is breathy and he clears his throat. “So annoying if I don’t feed you” and then Shane feels Ilya laugh against his throat.
“You have fed me plenty” Ilya grumbles back, hand sliding down to take a handful of Shane’s ass, voice heavy with innuendo.
“Shut up” Shane bitches and pinches Ilya’s side in the way he doesn’t like, and says “dinner Ilya dinner” and Ilya whines and pulls back. Shane bits back a whine at the loss of Ilya’s warmth, despite knowing Ilya getting up is how they will achieve making sure dinner isn’t burnt.
Shane’s hands, now with no Ilya to hold, lay by his sides and he looks up at Ilya up on his knees between Shane’s legs, looking down at him. His necklace swings and the light catches the glint of gold. He’s all tanned skin, corded muscle and moles in the low light. There’s a bruise from Shane’s mouth in his ribs. Shane licks his lips and he wants Ilya to fuck him again. The oven alarm beeps ever strong in the distance. Shane lets out a short breath through his nose.
“Come on then, up, mr dinner Ilya dinner, I thought this was urgent and you are just laying on floor” Ilya teases and Shane kicks his heel into Ilya’s ass.
“I will help with my big muscles don’t worry” Ilya smirks and then he’s pulling Shane up with the arm under his back, till Shane is sat over Ilya’s hips in his kneeling position.
Suddenly they are close again, breath mingling between the mouths. Ilya’s mouth is bitten dark, his thicker upper lip swollen. His mouth shines in the low light of the cottage with his and Shane’s spit. It makes Shane’s cock pulse. Something swells in his chest. Shane squirms in Ilya’s lap and Ilya’s arm tightens around him, a firm grip that anchors him closer. Shane’s eyes dart up Ilya’s and he can see Ilya’s eyes staring at his mouth, dark and lidded. Ilya’s hand is on his face then and his thumb is making circles over Shane’s mouth. It feels like an old bruise, a muscle that aches after training. His lips throb.
“Mm” Ilya’s hum is low and maybe involuntary and Shane feels it vibrate through his own, and oh- when did they get that close again.
Then Ilya is kissing him again, soft pecks all over Shane’s mouth, closed mouth kisses that make Shane’s toes start working their wriggle again.
Ilya’s licking into his mouth and Shane’s hands are catching Ilyas face, and he’s been kissing Ilya for a decade, but it’s that same stupid heavy rush it had been when he was a teenager and all he could think was oh, that’s what kissing is because any kiss before it had seemed like it must be something else entirely, it didn’t even live in the same universe.
Shane made a soft sound, head heavy with the thought of their first kiss, the thought of Ilya knowing how to kiss him so well, of knowing just what Shane likes, being just what Shane likes. The taste of Ilya’s mouth being a comfort, a home. Shane pushes his hips down, pulls at the back of Ilya’s neck, sucks Ilya’s tongue into his mouth and- and then Ilya is pulling his mouth away with a slick sound and Shane whimpers, frowns.
“Dinner Shane, dinner” Ilya whispers and Shane puts his have over Ilya’s face, before he clambers up.
Ilya’s footsteps are quick behind him.
The get the food out the oven, it goes half cold, Shane’s ass pressed against the oven, Ilya pressing into him, hands cupping his jaw open.
sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.
Shane “the people’s princess” Hollander has never touched his wallet in either Montreal or Ottawa in the same way that Ilya “spiritual Bostonian” Rozanov understands that he’s either going to be horrifically overcharged or undercharged depending on the day for shits and gigs even after moving to Ottawa where they refused to let him even look at a price for anything once the Hollanov news broke bc he’s now their princess-in-law
I know i have already discussed this ad nauseum, but I love that Shane never talks down to Ilya because of his weaker english skills. especially at the beginning when he’s just moved from russia. he just talks like he would with anyone else.
similarly, i love that ilya never teases or laughs at shane when he misses obvious conversational cues (re: ilya asking shane four times in florida if he is still seeing rose). he obviously finds it endearing mostly but even when he starts to get frustrated and just asks outright he never makes shane feel lesser or aware of his misstep. he’s endlessly patient with it
they are both just so earnest with each other, sort of unintentionally??? they really are like fated mates hehe <3
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