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After playing in the NHL for over a decade, Shane was no stranger to having a camera pointed at him. He'd done photoshoots, commercials, documentaries, and post-game interviews. It wasn't like he particularly enjoyed the attention when it was about something other than hockey, but he'd grown used to it.
So when he sat down next to Ilya, one of the crew adjusting the mic on his collar, he should have been relaxed. Especially with his husband by his side.
Instead, he felt heat creep into the back of his neck when the camera wasn't even on yet. And he could tell that, despite him evidently being present and ready to start, most of the crew could barely believe that he was.
Ilya had been on a high all morning, he'd got up earlier than usual, hummed mostly suggestive lyrics to himself, and just been generally chipper.
Shane knew exactly why. He hadn't just convinced Shane to do this video with him – he'd won it after challenging Shane – and beating him.
“Can you just say something for me?” one of the women behind the camera called.
Ilya straightened up, tapping his mic a few times. “Hello, hello,” he rasped, the depth and sultry tone of his voice highly exaggerated, but it still did something to Shane.
Shane adjusted his posture, taking a slow breath. “One, two, three,” he said quietly.
The woman gave them two thumbs up.
“You ready?” another voice called.
Ilya nodded eagerly, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Ready,” Shane said.
And then, the camera was on – and Ilya was already talking, a wide grin spread across his face. “Hello, I'm Ilya Rozanov, and I play for the Ottawa Centaurs,” he announced.
Shane smiled. “Hi, I'm Shane Hollander, and I also play for the Ottawa Centaurs.”
Ilya's hand dragged across his back before it came up to cup the side of Shane's neck, pulling him closer. “And we're married,” he added, the way his thumb dug into the soft skin under Shane's chin sending heat down his spine. “What are we going to do, my love?”
Shane sighed. “We're here to read your thirst tweets,” he said.
Ilya let out a loud, high-pitched sound.
“Do you guys ever read these in private?” the producer asked off-camera.
“I don't go on twitter much, just for hockey news,” Shane explained. “But Ilya shows me things every now and then.”
Ilya smirked, then reached out with his hand that wasn't on Shane towards the producer who was approaching them with two phones, Ilya's fingers wiggling in a grabbing motion.
“Thank you,” Shane smiled when he was given the phone, feeling Ilya squeeze his neck again slightly with giddyness when he received his. Shane turned to look at Ilya. “You can start, if you want.”
Ilya licked his lips. “No, I want you to start, baby.” His voice softened, the look in his eyes too, and Shane quickly turned his gaze to the phone screen before he'd do something stupid – like kiss his husband on camera. There was no way it wouldn't make the final cut of the video.
Shane cleared his throat, zooming in slightly on the tweet. “I need Shane Hollander's bicep ch-” He stopped. “I'm not sure I should read this out loud.”
Ilya squeezed his neck lightly again, leaning over to look at Shane's phone, his cheek against Shane's shoulder, laughing. “I can read this,” he offered. “But... reading sexy things is the point of this video.” He sat up again.
Shane swallowed. He had agreed. Ilya had won fair and square. “I need Shane Hollander's bicep choking me while he... uh... while he rails me.” His cheeks were burning. Did people really think that way about him?
When he looked over at Ilya, he was making direct eye contact with the camera, a knowing smile playing around his lips. “Very fair,” he stated seriously. “But you cannot have. Is my Shane.”
Shane couldn't help but soften slightly, leaning closer to Ilya. “It's also your turn.”
Ilya grinned. “Seeing Hollanov together is what I live for,” he read. “I don't even want to be their third, I would do anything to just watch.” He laughed. “Is understandable too,” he shrugged, looking over at Shane. “We are hot couple.”
Shane blinked back at him. “I can't believe someone would want to-” He inhaled sharply. It wasn't entirely true. He could imagine people wanted to watch Ilya. Hell, he loved to watch Ilya. He loved seeing the look in his eyes when he let go, the pleasure on his face and the way his muscles flexed when he touched himself, when he touched Shane.
He was grateful when Ilya's voice snapped him out of it. “Is sexy thought, people watching, yes?”
Shane's eyes widened. “I mean-”
“Just thought. Fantasy,” he said quickly, his thumb stroking over Shane's throat lightly. “But no one can see you like that. Just me.”
Shane sucked in a breath, moving on to the next tweet, to compose himself, as well as to stop wherever Ilya's mind was going, afraid of what else he would say. “Can we just appreciate Ilya Rozanov's style because he looks good in a suit, a slutty little tank top or a Hawaiian shirt.” He looked over at Ilya. “They're not wrong.”
Ilya chuckled. “Yeah? You love me in a slutty little tank top, Hollander?” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Shane rolled his eyes. “Your turn.”
“No, no, I want to get into this one.”
“I'll read another.”
Ilya nodded. “I'm listening.”
Shane pressed his lips together, then lowered his gaze to the phone again. “Ilya Rozanov, I could make you so happy, just give me a hair tie and five minutes.”
“Only one man can make me happy,” Ilya said, but his smirk was bordering evil. “But don't lose that confidence.”
Shane frowned. “That doesn't even make sense, why would-”
Ilya cackled. “Oh, my sweet boy...” he sighed. “It makes sense.”
Shane's brows furrowed. “What are they going to do with a-” His eyes widened and he could feel his face flush, at the same time as Ilya said, “They want to suck my-”
“Okay, okay,” Shane said quickly. “I got it.”
“You will get it.”
Shane was sure despite the little make up he was wearing, there was no hiding the color in his cheeks. “Ilya...”
“My turn!” he announced dramatically, his hand slipping from Shane's neck to his shoulder, giving another firm squeeze. “Shane Hollander's ass. That's it, that's the tweet.” He nodded eagerly. “I have nothing to add,” he declared. “Make this person president.”
“All these tweets you show me are always like that...”
“Is great ass,” Ilya said matter-of-factly. “I love to see it when you-”
Shane's whole body turned, his hand covering Ilya's mouth, and he could feel Ilya's breath as he laughed, his hand coming around Shane's wrist to gently lower his hand.
“I was going to say I love to see it when you stretch on the ice before you play amazing hockey,” he said, lifting both his hands in front of his chest innocently. He turned to look at the camera, pointing at Shane with his thumb. “Now you have evidence Shane Hollander has very dirty brain.”
“Dirty mind.”
“What?”
“Just... the way you say it.”
Ilya groaned exaggeratingly, as if he was in a great deal of pain. “God, YouTube, it is so hard being married to sexy Mr Teacher here.”
Shane shook his head. “Fuck off.”
He didn't need to look at Ilya to know he'd be met with that shit-eating grin.
So, he read the next. “I'm straight, but Ilya Rozanov could do anything he wanted to me.”
Ilya wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the camera again. “I love to make people gay,” he stated. “Is how I got my husband.”
“Oh, fucking-”
“My turn!”
***
“I just know that Holly is such a good boy for his husband.”
“Oh my-”
“Is true,” Ilya said smugly. He didn't have to, because the look on Shane's face said it all. God, he wanted to eat him. Instead, he moved his hand from Shane's shoulder to wander up the back of his neck, winding into his hair, watching Shane's lids flutter when he pulled ever so slightly.
“You're enjoying this too much,” Shane muttered, but his voice was barely above a whisper, his head leaning back into Ilya's touch, his breath slightly shaky.
“One of the best days of my life.”
“How about this one?” Shane asked, the way he smiled smugly making Ilya's dick twitch. “We all know Roz tops, but Holly actually walks him like a dog.”
Ilya's mouth fell open. “The thirsty people have betrayed me.”
“It just means you'll do whatever I tell you,” Shane laughed.
His freckles scrunched up just the way Ilya loved and as much as he loved the video, he was getting impatient to have his husband all to himself again. “That is lie.”
“If I told you to get on your knees right now, wouldn't you?”
Ilya knew he should have protested, but he couldn't help the way his eyes lit up at the casual way the words rolled off Shane's tongue, unguarded.
Realisation flickered across Shane's features, and his face flushed darker than Ilya had ever seen it. He cupped the back of Shane's head, tilting his own slightly to meet his eyes. “Yes, I would, sweetheart,” he said genuinely. “I would do anything you tell me.”
Shane swallowed hard, and Ilya moved closer to his side. “Please read the next tweet,” he begged quietly.
Ilya nodded. “Shane Hollander is so fine but also so cute and precious, I want to ride him so hard, then make him a hot chocolate.” He smiled fondly at Shane. “You are very fine and cute and precious.”
“I can't believe people think that about me.”
Ilya glared at him in disbelief, but he was relieved to see he'd distracted Shane somewhat. “Don't shame the fans.”
“No, I'm not-” Shane shook his head. “I just don't-”
“You only think about me that way, yes,” Ilya smirked. “And I like it that way.”
“You're impossible.”
Ilya's eyes dropped to Shane's lips when he licked them, and he wondered just how far he could push. Then, he quickly shook the thought, because he didn't trust his own self-control if Shane actually did kiss him.
“Tvoya ochered', lyubov' moya.”
Shane nodded, and dutifully read, “I don't know what to do with myself because I just want to be Hollanov's third so bad and I know there is absolutely no way anyone will come between those two.”
“They are right.”
Shane nodded, looking up at his eyes met Ilya's. “They are.”
Ilya smiled, letting his hand wander slowly down Shane's back, feeling him lean towards the touch again. It was only for a split second, but he noticed the flicker of need in his husband's eyes. He was no better than any of those people tweeting. So he went in for the kill. “Potseluy menya.”
Shane's lips parted slightly, and his eyes turned glassy, the way they always did when Ilya directly told him what to do.
For a moment, Ilya was sure Shane would snap out of it, swat his chest, and tell him to fuck off.
Until he was yanked forward by his collar, and his lips crashed against Shane's, firm only until Ilya kissed him back, then softer, pleading him to take charge.
A groan came from deep within Ilya's chest, low and guttural as his fingers found Shane's hair again, tipping his head back with a slight pull at the roots.
Shane moaned quietly, his fingers clinging to Ilya's shirt as he melted into him.
Ilya kissed him harder, lost in the way Shane desperately tried to pull him closer, leaving him instantly wanting more, sighing needily when Shane suddenly pulled back and Ilya chased after him, pulling him right back in, Shane surrendering once again, his breathing shaky, until his hand flattened against Ilya's chest and pushed slightly to bring some distance between them.
Ilya forced his eyes open, taking in Shane's swollen lips and flushed cheeks and god, that look in those doe eyes, begging him to stop and to devour him all at once.
“Ilya,” he breathed.
Ilya inhaled deeply, shifting in his seat.
Shane cleared his throat as he leaned back. “So sorry, guys...”
“Mmm, I'm not sorry.” Ilya smiled. “But can be cut,” he assured Shane.
To his surprise, Shane shook his head. “No, it's alright.”
Something tightened low in Ilya's stomach.
“One more from either of you before we wrap it up,” the producer nodded.
Ilya tapped the phone screen. “All I want is to give Shane Hollander the best head of his life.” He threw his head back, cackling. “Makes two of us,” he said. “Well, probably more than two. But I am with you.”
“I feel like you secretly wrote all these.”
Ilya shrugged. “Maybe I have secret Hollander fan account.”
“Oh my god...”
“Read your tweet, moy malénkiy pomidór.”
Shane huffed out a laugh that told Ilya he understood. “Leave me alone, Hollander and Rozanov are such a power couple and they're both so hot and obsessed with each other and I am just so so so so jealous.”
“I would be jealous of me, too,” Ilya hummed. “My husband is the hottest and most talented.”
Shane looked at him.
“And obsessed with me.”
Shane glanced to the producer as if waiting for her to release him.
“Any last thoughts?” she asked.
Ilya blinked at Shane quickly, over and over again, impatient, and making no effort to answer the question.
“That was... intense,” Shane laughed nervously. “But... thank you to our fans for... well, all that.” He sat up slightly, rolling back his shoulders. “And thank you to BuzzFeed.”
“Yes, thank you,” Ilya chirped. “This was best time.” He slapped his hand down on Shane's thigh, then squeezed, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “Molodets, malysh.”
-
Kris @mrsrozy81
“we're here to read your thirst tweets” live footage of Shane Hollander being held at gunpoint
Ilya Rozanov ✅ @ilyarozanov81
i would never do that he just lost a bet ;)
Shane Hollander ✅ @shanehollander24
Don't you dare!
haz @harrietswiftie89
Kris r u good
Kris @mrsrozy81
oh my GOD??
Bre @hxllanov99
anyone else not ok after Roz called him baby like that
Rozanov's side hoe @centaurprincessss
the tweet about his style is so real that's my fashionable king
ilya hoezanov 👑 @centaursroz81
fr he was MADE for a slutty little tank top
Aya (Shane Hollander's Version) @hollyb4by24
the way Ilya is looking at him MY GOD may this love please find me soon
arabella 🌈 @bellaskates01
ok but Shane's reaction to Ilya's hand on his neck like SIR you are live on air
Tay @centaursenthusiast
okay i NEED to know about this bet
marry me Shane Hollander ❤️ @tayspeaking86
the first thing Holly thought to tell Roz was to get on his knees...................
hollanov central @centaurskitty
FREAK4FREAK i am telling you
little miss hollander @ottawacentaurs0799
Shane speaks Russian because of his husband I might end it all
Ilya Rozanov ✅ @ilyarozanov81
да он очень хороший мальчик
Bre @hxllanov99
SIR
hollanov's love child @captainrozy03
I need to know how many blowies Ilya promised for Shane to agree to this!!!
centaurs on top @hollanovchurch
holy fucking sweet jesus that kiss do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior ilya soft dom rozanov
baby 💋 @hollanovbaby96
@ilyarozanov81 do it again get that boy on the lie detector test or something
ottawa centaurs stan @missgillian0111
that kiss omfg sorry kings is the camera bothering you
Ilya Rozanov ✅ @ilyarozanov81
no he loves it ;)
baby 💋 @hollanovbaby96
i need you to stop with that winky face
Ilya Rozanov ✅ @ilyarozanov81
;)
get that cup @centaursgoat24
ilya really just winning at life huh
ma 💛 @maryreadsbooks98
@BuzzFeedCeleb THANK YOU
hollanov central @centaurskitty
this was 100% foreplay for them they’re so freak4freak
Hayden Pike ✅ @haydenpikeofficial
you have no idea