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Yelena Belova has no feelings towards the 16th of October.
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it's the morning of the submission, and everyone wakes up late.
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lovers in the bathroom (and a line outside the door) by Rebelskyguy (rebelskyguy)
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
03 Jan 2026
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Shane looks up from where he’d been dissociating, staring at the design of the wood in the bar top. He’s face to face with the bartender, a shockingly tall, curly haired blond man. He’s wearing a sleek black button-up buttoned halfway, exposing his chest and a chain that Shane could just imagine dangling in his face. He raises his eyebrows, as if waiting for him to respond– Shane has to do a double take to make sure that he’s even talking to him at all.
“Me?” Shane points to himself.
The blond turns to look at the rest of the bar. “Is no one else here but you. So…”
Or Shane meets a handsome bartender after being stood up on a date. Bathroom shenanigans ensue.
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06 Jan 2026
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Shane doesn’t use the shared showers, for obvious reasons. But it’s not like he’s the Russian. Rozanov. Who Shane has heard locks himself in a stall and won’t even talk to his teammates until about a minute before the game.
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06 Jan 2026
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“So,” Ilya says, dragging the word out. He’s swiping at non-existent crumbs on the counter, avoiding his eyes. “You have dinner at parents on Christmas, yes?”
“Yeah.”
Ilya nods. “I can house-sit while you are away. Make place pretty, if you have decorations. Make it less boring.”
Shane’s eyebrows fly up. “What? You don’t want to come with?”
Finally, Ilya looks up at him. Hesitantly, he asks, “You want me to come with?”
Frowning, Shane says, “I– yeah. Yeah, of course. You think I invited you here just so you could spend Christmas alone?”
Looking away, Ilya shrugs. “I am intruder here, Hollander. You have family. I do not. Makes situation… difficult, maybe. You forget the world thinks we are rivals.”
“Not difficult,” Shane says immediately. “You want to come, you’re coming.”
Or: Ilya's in Montreal alone during the week leading up to the Winter Classic. Shane doesn't let him spend Christmas alone.
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05 Jan 2026
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Lily: He get under your skin? That why you fought him?
Jane: Yeah. I guess so.
Lily: That is my job. He is stealing my thing too.
Lily: Maybe you are getting easier to piss off. Am I not special?Jane: You’re such an asshole.
Lily: So much attitude, Hollander. Would fuck it out of you if I was there. Bet your adrenaline is still high from fight. Fuck that out of you too.
Okay. That—is a change of tune.
Shane exhales. His dick is already twitching with interest, which is not really surprising; it doesn’t take a lot of this kind of attention from Rozanov to get him ready to go. He thinks about Ilya pressing him into the mattress, strong hand between his shoulder blades, fucking into him like he’s trying to drill him through the mattress, and it’s hot, it’s—not right.
Shane wants to kiss him.
He imagines himself in Ilya’s lap, kissing him as best he can between bounces, panting heavily into his mouth, tasting him on every press of their lips.
Jane: No. I’d ride you.
OR Shane and Ilya do not talk about what Scott said. They do jerk off
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05 Jan 2026
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“You get wet like a girl,” Ilya murmurs, sliding his thumb across the slit of Shane’s dick, tracing through the pre leaking from him like a faucet. “Soft hands like a girl, wet like a girl,” his head ducks, mouthing at his jaw, grinning, then he hears Shane whimper. “Get fucked like a girl.”
“I’m not—” Shane huffs, frustrated, but despite that, his hips twitch upward, chasing Ilya’s touch.
“No, no. You are not a girl, sweetheart,” A nip to the sensitive skin just below his jaw, quickly soothed by a swipe of tongue. He tastes like clean sweat, freshly showered before coming to the hotel room, he’s sure, but glistening with sweat now that he’s beneath Ilya’s hands, beneath his mouth, wrapped in his words. “But you are my girl. You want to be a good girl, hm? Yes?”
Within his grasp, Hollander’s cock twitches, another pulse of slick mess dripping down the side of him, smeared across the pad of Ilya’s thumb. “Rozanov.”
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Shane isn't a girl, but he sure doesn't mind when Ilya calls him one.
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05 Jan 2026