He was so… much. So much of everything. So sexy, so smart, so strong. Shane Hollander was everything that Ilya Rozanov wasn’t. He was confident in his ability. He was amazingly good, and he knew it. He used his strength to its full potential. Shane was combative. He dropped his gloves whenever he felt the it, unafraid of consequence. And he spoke perfect English. That was something Ilya especially envied. He thought Canadians spoke French.

Ilya, on the other hand, was timid. He was anxious, and liked to think of his plays mathematically. He didn’t chirp his opponents, and he had never dropped his gloves before. Ilya was shy. He was, well, his mother had always said different in a good way. His father said special, like it was an insult. His brother said worse. But he used it to his advantage, Ilya liked to think.

Shane couldn’t help but admire the Russian. Especially when over the years, they had grown.. close. Ish. The occasional hookup. He doesn’t quite understand how he managed to worm his way into Ilya’s nervous heart, but he did. Or, maybe not his heart. Maybe his pants.

Definitely his pants.

They had only hooked up a few times, but Shane would hardly consider it hooking up. They never fucked. Ilya would amateurly suck him dry, Shane would return the favor in a more advanced manner, and one of them would leave a few minutes later.

Shane was determined to change that.

Sure, yes, maybe he would feel a little bit bad. He’d be taking Ilya’s virginity, he was pretty sure. Maybe he should leave it for someone who would stick around, and didn’t want a quick fuck. Someone who wanted a life and a relationship with a man. Shane would settle with a woman, he was sure of it. When (or if) he decides to settle down, that is. Being gay wasn’t a thing in the MHL, and he definitely wouldn’t start the trend.

So here they were. Ilya’s hotel room once again. Shane was surprised to see him freshly showered and dressed in rather comfortable looking pajamas. A crewneck and flannel pants. Sure, both of them would be coming off (and Ilya would be coming, too) but Shane could appreciate his view.

It was… cute, in a way.

"Rozanov." He greeted, waiting for one of them to make a move.