For the World to see (слэш)

“They didn’t smell you,” JJ mumbles. “You should be in bed.”
“He should be getting a di-”
“Shut it, Hudson,” Hayden cut him off, tone warning and harsh. Nobody says anything else. Someone hits him on the back of the shoulder, Shane guesses it’s the coach and he forces himself to stand up and get on the ice for the face off. When he bent down on shaky legs, he did his best to hold back the groan from leaving his mouth.
“God, Hollander,” Rozanov’s voice almost sounded worried when he spoke. “What the hell is happening to you?”
The word is out before his brain can even think it over. “Heat.” He says, shaking his head as if to clear his mind and then looking down at the ice. He’s pretty sure he hears Rozanov say something, but he’s trying too hard not to keep up with the game so he doesn’t hear it.