BatsInHell



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    “We could…be friends, maybe.” Shane’s voice was small, hesitant on almost every sound.

    “Wha–” Ilya’s reply was less of a word and more of a stupid, confused noise like he’d been punched. That probably would’ve caught him less off guard than what Shane actually said.

    “Y’know, text about the hockey gossip? You call, I answer? Friends.”

    Something terrifyingly bright exploded into Ilya’s chest. Something dangerous, that felt like maybe it could keep him warm through the summer in Russia, through the chill that permeated his childhood home no matter how warm it was outside.

    “And also we like to suck each other’s dicks,” he quipped, trying to deflect.

    “Fuck off, Rozanov.”

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    Drunk and young and stupid, Shane and Ilya choose to be honest - just a little bit. To lean into each other, instead of apart. What happens if they choose to be a little bit brave on a Vegas rooftop in 2010, and keep choosing it?

     

    ***NAME CHANGE!! Previously: Maybes and Should Haves***

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    Shane Hollander is a man who thrives on structure, routine, the solid ground of a ten-year plan. Ilya likes that about him, likes the embracing squeeze of having a life organized in tandem with Shane.

    No one would call Ilya a man who thrives on structure. But it’s there, if not in his DNA then in the patterns of his brain. A call-and-response of: they do this, I do that.

    When Ilya’s life is flayed open for the world to dissect, how will they push-and-pull their way back towards what was once a well-organized life?


    “I thought we could go through the schedules and figure out what days we’ll be in the same cities this season, or when either of us have a couple of days off in a row. Maybe make a shared calendar, so we c—”

    “A sex calendar? Your parents are arriving in thirty minutes, and you are proposing making a sex calendar?” Oh, this was delicious. He’d be able to eat out on this for years, if Shane was willing to give him that long.

    “It’s not a sex calendar! It’s just … when we might be able to see each other,” he finished, already sounding defeated.

    “And what are you planning on doing when we are seeing each other? Not fucking?”

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    "Why are you not scared?"

    "I am scared," Ilya admits. "I just am tired. Of hiding me. Of hiding you. Of hiding how much I love you. I want to go to the rink— how do you say it? Authenti."

    "Authentically," Shane supplies, automatically.

    "Yes. Authentically. I want to go to the rink authentically, as me," Ilya confirms.

    Ilya looks at Shane, pauses until Shane meets his eyes. "I want to say: I, Ilya Rozanov, love a man, and that man's name is Shane Hollander."

     

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    Or, sometimes it takes a little more time, and some courage, to be with the one you love.

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    28 May 2026

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    “Board games,” Ilya said, kneeing them higher up his chest.
    Shane stared at him. “You travel with those?” he asked, trying to go for scathing. It never quite got there. He didn’t have Ilya’s skill.
    Ilya smiled wide and shark-like. “No,” he said. “I got them from Emily. Mrs. Lansow.”
    Shane felt even more baffled.
    “The owner of the hotel,” Ilya said.
    “I know,” Shane said. He just couldn’t imagine Ilya interacting with that sweet woman. Or her asking him to call her by her first name. “Why? I mean, why did you get them?”
    “You have better things to do?” Ilya asked.
    “I have a phone. And a laptop. And there’s a television,” Shane said.
    Ilya squinted dismissively. “Screen is bad. Melts your brain.”
    “You sound like my mom,” Shane said, a little softer than he intended and smiling reluctantly.
    Ilya tilted his head. “This does it for you?”

    Shane and Ilya learn what it's like spending time together with their clothes still on.

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    No serious hockey fan or sports commentator worth their salt would have considered record-breaking Boston superstar Ilya Rozanov to be Shane Hollander’s rival exactly, but sleeping with a man who had a specific offense-related vendetta against him and a wrist shot like a jet engine to back it up was probably ill-advised just the same.

    Or, Shane is a goalie. Ilya can’t score.

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