Ilya has a stalker. The stalker has been with him for years, and he hasn’t told a soul. He isn’t sure why he hasn’t told anyone. Actually, that’s a lie. If Ilya was being honest, he hasn’t told anyone about the stalker because he likes the attention. He likes the texting, the late night conversations, being checked on, and cared about. It’s sad but the stalker is the most genuine connection he has.
‘Where are you going?’ The text messages lights up his screen.
“Out.” Ilya says. He still isn’t sure how the stalker got cameras and microphones in his home. He’s searched and can’t find them.
‘Another club? To pick up some girl?’
“I would not need to if you came out to play.” Ilya pockets his phone and heads out.
The club is a bust and he returns home alone. He only takes a few steps into his house when he world goes dark. He wakes up tied to his bed, blindfolded, naked. He starts to struggle against the binding but some shushes him.
“Don’t, you’ll hurt your wrist, my Ilya.” Ilya stops struggling because he knows that voice. It’s a voice that’s talked until he fell sleep, helped him through nightmares, and gotten him off more times than he can count.
“You did not have to do this.” Ilya lets out a moan when the stalker’s lubed hand wraps around his dick. Ilya would have gladly let the stalker have his way, no need for the binding and blindfold.
“It’s more fun this way.” The stalker answers and strokes Ilya until he’s hard, which doesn’t take long. Ilya feels the bed dip and soon the stalker is straddling him. “Let me give you what you need.” The stalker sinks down on to Ilya’s cock and Ilya lets out a loud moan as the man rides him. He feels so good, Ilya begs to be untied so he can touch him but the stalker won’t do it. He begs for the blindfold to be removed but the stalker ignores him. He just bounces, tells Ilya how good his cock feels and how it’s better than he ever imagined.
Ilya doesn’t have a sense of time. He’s not sure how long they fuck. All he knows is that it’s the best sex Ilya has ever had. He’s never felt this good, and he’s about to cum. He warns the stalker and the man begs Ilya to come inside him. Ilya is happy to oblige. As he cums, he feels the stalker’s own release hit his chest. The stalker takes a moment before getting off of Ilya and Ilya whines at the loss.
“So needy.” The stalker teased and then Ilya feels a prick at his neck.
“Wait!”
The stalker hushes him again. “Go to sleep. I’ll be back to get you when the season is over.”
When Ilya wakes, he’s all cleaned up and so is his house. There’s no trace of the stalker and he’s left to wait.
The day after the cup celebration parade, there’s a knock at his door. Ilya answers but he’s out cold before he knows what hit him. He wakes up in a home that’s not his. He walks through the home and stops when he sees the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on. He’s reading the New Yorker, glasses hanging low on his nose. He must has noticed movement because he looks up and smiles at Ilya. “You’re awake. How do you feel?”
Ilya feels himself relax when he hears the voice of his stalker, which is the exact opposite of what he should do but Ilya doesn’t feel that he’s in danger. He knows he’s not in danger. The man takes off his glass, which disappoints Ilya, and gets up to move toward him. Once they’re standing face to face, Ilya can see the beautiful freckles doting his face and he can’t help but stare at his lips. So this was the man bouncing on his dick? God, he’s beautiful. “Where am I?”
“Canada. Ottawa to be specific. Welcome to my cottage.” This man smuggled him into another country while he was completely unconscious. This man had to be powerful or rich, or both. “Our cottage now, I guess.”
“And your name?” Ilya asked. “Or do you like being called stalker.” The man laughs and it’s such a pretty, perfect laugh. Ilya wants to hear it all the time.
“Shane.”
“Last name?”
“Hopefully, Rozanov one day.” Shane winked. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you back to Boston in time for the season, Ilya.”
Ilya feels a shiver go up his spine when Shane says his name and he isn’t so sure he wants to go back to Boston.
ep 1 of heated rivalry when the announcers narrate that canada struggled to find their identity (shane not knowing he's gay) and they couldn't get past russia's defense (ilya's walls) but "ilya rozanov kept getting past theirs"
ilya entering that bathroom in vegas: funny meeting you here😜wasn’t it hot how all those people were just looking at us and they don’t even know that we fu-
saw a post that said shane is the most Boy to ever boy and i love that so much. he is so Boy.
and now i’m thinking about how he loves to be romantic and chivalrous to ilya— like when they get to the cottage and shane carries ilya’s bag in. he’s a great Boyfriend(husband.) he holds the door for ilya every chance he gets, and ilya (not so) secretly Looooooves it. when they’re at the bar with their team, shane will ask ilya if he wants a drink and go get it for him, hands it off to ilya with a little here you go, baby and then sits at a stool at the bar and ilya leans back between shane’s legs. at team cookouts, shane will tug on ilya’s arm as he’s talking to people until he’s sitting in his lap and ilya will go willingly without even pausing his conversation. shane will grin and wrap his arms around ilya’s stomach, kiss his shoulder. when they’re out to dinner and the bill comes shane will put his card down and ilya will make it a big thing, like oh thank you shane you’re sooo sweet and shane will be like ah it’s no trouble baby (they have a shared bank account.) he loves taking care of his baby!!!!!!! there’s been a rare time or two where shane and ilya are at a club and shane will let go and have a few drinks, get wonderfully tipsy and ilya will drag him out to dance. shane will hold ilya’s hips as ilya dances against him.
this doesn’t really connect to shane is such a Boy. anyway shane is such a Boy who loves taking care of his ilya
Yes, Ilya's possessive of Shane, he loves that Shane gives himself over to Ilya in a way no one else can have but, more importantly, he loves being Shane's. He loves the way Shane never lets him carry his own bags (though Ilya still makes sure to complain about it plenty). He loves the way Shane will gently adjust his position on the couch so that Ilya can curl up on his chest and the way he absentmindedly cards his fingers through his curls, even when he's distracted. He loves the way Shane takes care of him when he's sick, how he refuses to just let Ilya push through it and makes him lie down, brings him a cold compress and hot soup and takes his fever, running his hands through Ilya's sweaty hair calling him "sweetheart" and "poor baby." He loves how jealous Shane gets at the smallest thing, he loves how huffy he gets, how it's the only time he'll really instigate public displays of affection, and how it's born out of a need to stake his claim. Ilya would happily help him along with that goal but Shane had shot down his very reasonable idea of getting property of Shane Hollander tattooed on his thigh (though not before they fucked about it). He loves being buried in Shane's body, thrusting slowly into him and whispering "yours" until Shane, blissed out and writhing beneath him, confirms it. "Mine."
we approached them with NOTHING but respect. Rozanov was so sweet and willing. The slut on the right had the craziest attitude. nd he grasping onto Roz like someone was tryna snatch him. girl. relax. and bitch you’re not even fitted. like yk you just transferred to another team, you just won your 4th Stanley cup, you’re trending. Quarter zip zipped up to the TOP in these Rebook ass shoes. what’s going on?
Ilya is so lucky that Shane proposed. Ilya would have been a nervous fucking wreck for the entire day beforehand. Wake up in the morning. Look in the mirror. Today's the day. Sob. Breathe. Okay I'm good! Turn around and Shane's hair is all in his face, still asleep on Ilya's pillow. I am NOT good. Cold shower. Breakfast that Ilya does not eat. Morning jog wherein Ilya runs like someone is chasing him. Lunch that Ilya does not eat. Drive out to the cottage. Make Shane pull over because Ilya needs to dry heave on the side of the road. "Baby we don't have to drive out today if you're not feeling well." "NO WE HAVE TO." Get to the cottage. Immediately send Shane on some kind of extended fool's errand. Shane wants to stay because Ilya is SHAKING and he is so worried. "No my love I'm fine it's just the breeze off the lake haha." It's thirty fuckig degrees Celsius. Shane finally gtfo's. Yuna, David, Rose FUCKING Landry all descend to help Ilya set up. Well. Ilya is supposed to be helping but he is standing on the deck fully dissociating. Yuna brings him tea. "Are you going to throw up the tea?" "Yes probably." Yuna takes away the tea. 800 electronic tea lights on the deck. In a parallel Ilya has no way of understanding, he both puts on and takes off a suit. Yuna fixes his curls into the hockey boy quasi-mullet that magnetizes Shane's fingers to Ilya's hair and says, "Oh, you're so handsome!" Ilya cries big fat tears. David tells a story about how his proposal to Yuna almost didn't happen because David went to the hospital for heart palpitations that morning. Thank You David That Does Not Help Even Remotely. Ilya slav squats on the lawn for twenty minutes. Shane's car pulls up in the driveway and everyone hides while Ilya vibrates in the entryway. Shane has no less than thirty grocery bags hanging from his arms, still complaining about why the grocery service cancelled their delivery last minute. Ilya leads Shane and all thirty of his grocery bags onto the deck. Shane is doing his favorite thing (bitching) and his second favorite thing (Follow Ilya) so he doesn't notice his own mother tiptoing behind him collecting the grocery bags he drops like breadcrumbs. There is an Oscar-winning actress hiding under his sofa and Shane does not notice because Ilya takes him on the deck and drops to his knees and Shane is like, "Haha, right now?" and then he sees that Ilya has a look on his face like he's just been told the sun is never coming up again and he has his hands on Shane's knees and he is saying, "Shane. Please?" and Shane puts his hands on his head and says "Oh my God baby what's happening to you" as Ilya melts and melts and then from the depths of the cottage someone who sounds a lot like Shane's very own father is whispering "The ring the ring" and when he looks back down Ilya is fumbling a ring box out of his pocket. The first picture of their proposal is Shane glaring into the middle distance with a hand cradling Ilya's curls like a baby while Ilya ugly sobs into his knee.
“coming out is worse for shane” coming out for shane is complicated and hard for a lot of reasons including his race and the stereotypes abt femininity that come with that but. um ☝️ guys i really cannot stress enough that ilya rozanov cannot ever go back to his home country again.
phil joking that he’s not really gay and is an imposter pretending to be gay cause he wants to hang out with dan who is his friend is one of the gayest things he’s said
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