beagoldfish | Fic: sweetheart | Game Changers Series

Title: sweetheart
Ratings & Warnings: Teen
Fandom: Game Changers Series
Relationship(s): Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Summary: Ilya gives an interview after their first game of the season playing together. They end up going viral for entirely different reasons.

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"Barbara Davis for ESPN. We're here with the Ottawa captain Ilya Rozanov, catching up after their first game of the season with new star center Shane Hollander. Tell us, Ilya, you guys managed a brutal 6-1 against New York in your first game. Any chance you would like to speculate on how the season will go?"

Ilya wiped the sweat of his brow with the towel he had around his shoulders. He wondered how much he could taunt New York before someone broke his nose on the ice. Again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Harris give him a look that meant at least give me a good quote for Instagram.

"Season's just starting. Things are looking good, yes? We have new star center and he's best in the game. After me, of course."

The reporters laughed, a couple of lights flashed and Ilya knew that he gave them the right opening to ask about Shane. It's fine. Let them. He would have to be dead to stop talking about his husband now that he had all the freedom to do so.

Barbara got a nod from her cameraman, then she said, "speaking of, all five points scored today happened thanks to Shane. He scored twice in the first period, then assisted your three goals, and Troy's—"

"Come on, Troy has been scoring consistently since last season," Ilya interrupted.

"Of course," Barbara said, "I just meant, Shane's really trying to earn his spot in the team—"

"He already earned it," added Ilya, upset that anyone could imply Shane fucking Hollander was not good enough to play for Ottawa.

"How has it been to play alongside Shane tonight?"

"Fucking fantastic," Ilya said. "He's a great choice to add depth to our line."

A second voice interrupted then. "No hurt feelings in the team over how popular Shane is in Ottawa?"

"My feelings are fine. I love playing hockey with my husband Shane."

More flashes as more pictures were snapped. Harris made a face that told Ilya he was being a softy. Ilya couldn't care less. Why would Ilya be upset that Shane was being loved as he deserved? If anything, Ilya was happy that all the praise Shane received was making him increasingly horny. He didn't have to say that to the cameras, but he was surely tempted.

Barbara cleared her throat to grab Ilya's attention again. "You are playing at home against Montreal in a week. Anything you'd like to tell Shane's previous team before the game?"

Ilya caught a glimpse of Shane down the hallway trying to make himself smaller so the cameras wouldn't follow him. Ilya tried to think of something that would encapsulate how much he wanted to destroy Montreal in their next game, but he didn't think there were words in English to put it succinctly. He noticed Harris had his phone out and pointed at Ilya. He guessed he better made it good.

"Montreal is nothing without Shane." More flashes as a low mumbling went around the room. "I'm not worried about them this season. Doesn't mean we're going to go easy on them next week."

"Thank you, Ilya," said Barbara then turned to her camera to conclude the segment. Ilya caught a couple of questions from the other reporters, but he was done. He turned around and went in Harris' direction. Ilya winked at Harris so he would get a good shot for Instagram, then went right for Shane, putting an arm around his husband and kissing the side of his face.

"Let's go home, sweetheart," he said quietly. Shane ducked his head to avoid the cameras that started snapping pictures of them as they left.

Ilya woke up to his phone ringing annoyingly on the nightstand. Shane threw a hand out to try to turn it off, but ended up slapping Ilya's face instead.

"Ouch," Ilya said.

"Turn it off! It's— it's fucking 8 am, Ilya," Shane protested as he frowned at the clock on their nightstand.

Ilya finally grabbed his phone and frowned as he saw Harris' name on it. "Harris. Is not even 9 am, what is it?"

"Oh man, I'm sorry. I've been texting since last night but you wouldn't respond."

Of course he didn't. He was too busy sucking Shane's brain through his dick to care about his texts.

"What happened? Everything okay?"

"Depends on your definition of 'okay'."

"Harris. Tell me."

He braced for the worst. The league was finally tired of his shit and he was out of the team. New York fans burned his favorite car. The Montreal Voyageurs wanted Shane back. Anything seemed possible on that fateful Sunday morning.

Shane had sat up and was looking at Ilya with a frown on his face.

"Remember last night when I went to the locker room during your interview?"

"Yes."

"I filmed your last answer. About the Voyageurs?"

"Yes, Harris, I know this. I winked at the camera. What do you want from me?"

"So, after that you went to Shane and I thought it would be nice to show you two leaving together. Well… It's gone viral."

"Good." He hoped it stung all the Voyageurs.

"You called Shane sweetheart, Ilya. It's all over the internet. Not everyone is saying nice things about it."

Ilya didn't think it was a big deal. They were married for fuck's sake. He thought the novelty would wear off soon for everyone else soon enough.

"I don't care."

After a moment of sputtering, Harris said, "well, Shane might. Will you tell him to stay off social media?"

"I will try."

Harris sighed. "I'm sorry, guys. I didn't think anyone would hear it."

"Is okay, Harris. Really. You didn't need to wake me up about it."

After they said their goodbyes, he turned to Shane.

"We are famous, my love," he said.

"Ilya."

Before he could protest, Ilya kissed Shane's worries away. The Stanley cup would be theirs this year. Separate, they were good. Together, they were unstoppable.