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Ilya has some fun ideas about how to show Shane exactly how good he looks getting fucked.
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“Is Polaroid,” Ilya clarifies. “No files, no sharing… very private.”
Hollander swallows, stares a beat longer, and then aggressively doesn’t look anywhere near the camera or Ilya. “Okay. So?”
Ilya thinks, it’s always this. Hollander feints towards something he wants, and Ilya gets it for him, and he offers it up like a toy for a cat. Not too needy, not too blasé, he must twitch it at just the right pace. Here, kitty kitty.
“I would like to take some, see how you look,” Ilya offers oh so casually. “It’s just for fun. You can keep all of them, after. Put them through the shredder. I don’t care.” He cares. The things he’d do to keep one of those photos.
Hollander wets his lips, glances back at the camera, flushes. Then the pounce: “You can leave it on the nightstand.”
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Ilya is always flirting with new ways to inspire Shane to press him in walls. In hindsight, he really shouldn't be surprised this is one of them.
He just doesn't expect to also learn something new about himself in the process.
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Also known as, I saw someone comment on tumblr that basically 'if Ilya ever folded his clothes the way Shane did before sex, Shane would definitely lose his mind about it', and I promptly sat down and wrote the fic.
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On the wall, directly above Ilya’s bed, is a 3-foot-wide framed poster of Shane being held back by his teammates, eyebrows knitted into a scowl as he hurls taunts at Scott Hunter. Shane blinks, because there’s not a chance in hell this is real.
He whirls on Ilya, who doesn’t look fazed in the slightest.
“What the fuck is this?”
OR - Ilya is a little too happy when he sees Shane get into a fight with Scott Hunter on live TV. He's maybe a bit turned on, too.
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six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two by insatiablegaydesire
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
09 Dec 2025
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It starts, like any good small talk does, about the weather.
Jane. I am dying.
Shane is still in bed, spending his last hour before practice clicking endlessly through YouTube when he gets the notification. With no one there to see, he lets the smile settle comfortably as it spreads, and switches apps. He’s about to shoot down Ilya’s latest attempt at desperate seduction when another text arrives.
I will play next game with no feet because cold took them.
This... was new.
Shane expects texts from Ilya to bring him to his knees. They do, but in another way instead.
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SHANE: Ilya, I'm gay.
ILYA: Yeah, not so gay you can't fuck Rose Landry.
SHANE: Oh my god. It was like, twice. And both times were complete disasters. I'm not sure she's looking for a repeat performance.
ILYA: Oh, disasters like how?
SHANE: I'm not going into details.Shane goes into the details.