DORIAN'S POV:“Good boy,” I dragged my lips over his jaw, peppering soft kisses along the sharp cut.Noah’s breath shuddered out of him. His legs trembled where they were spread wide, knees falling open, fingers still buried inside himself. His cheeks were flushed red, freckles I didn't even know he had blooming darker across them. Seeing the line of his throat slick with sweat, I couldn't help myself from leaning down further and licking the saltiness. God, I couldn't believe Noah fingered himself for me, just to prove he was ready for me to fuck him. Hockey captain allowing himself to be so fucking vulnerable with me even after discovering what I did on that app.Feeling a lump tighten in my throat, I cupped his jaw, thumb dragging across his kiss-swollen mouth. “Let me take over now, okay? ”He exhaled and slowly nodded. "Okay?" I kissed him then—slow, unhurried, nothing like the desperation we’d torn through each other with minutes ago. This was different. This was me telling him
Dorian’s P.O.VWe've been at it for hours and the sheets were a mess, sticky and damp with sweat and cum, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Noah was sprawled halfway over me, his golden hair tangled and damp. His lips were red and swollen from hours of kissing and biting while he traced lazy circles over my chest with his fingers. Specifically my nipples like he couldn’t decide if he wanted lazy cuddling or drive me out of my mind.My cock was useless, drained after what felt like hours of fucking, but Noah didn’t seem to care. His hand slid lower sometimes, brushing over it, and even though I didn’t have anything left, it still twitched. Fucking cracy how i never seemed to get enough of this guy. The thought made a lump form in my throat and I immediately forced away the voice reminding me of my plans before I ruined the moment.“Jesus,” I finally muttered and caught his wrist when they gripped my balls, groaning as his lips curved into that sly, boyish grin that drove me nuts. “
Noah's POVTwo days. That was how long it had been since the weekend at Lake Wanand. Since the ski trip and the hot tub. Since I had let Dorian fuck me and take my ass virginity. Since I had kissed him under a sky full of fireflies like I wasn’t a coward living two separate lives. Two days, and I still felt like I was floating.I pushed open the locker room door, the familiar weight of my hockey bag digging into my shoulder, and I was met with a chorus of cheers and thumps on the back. The guys were already half-dressed for practice, sprawled on benches and talking shit like always. Someone chucked a towel at someone else and it hit me right in the face. That's when they all turned around and began looking at me like they'd just seen a ghost“Look who finally decided to Grace us with his presence!” someone shouted—Cody maybe, or Wes—and then they were all on me. Thumping my back hard enough jolt me forward. They all cheered around me shouting like I had just come back from the dead.
Dorian's P.O.VBy the time Coach was done running us into the ground with workouts that had to be from the devil's handbook, my legs felt like they'd been swapped for concrete slabs. Every muscle in my body ached in a way that made me rethink all my life choices. I could already feel tomorrow's soreness settling into my bones, and the thought of hauling my ass to my part-time job after this made me want to slam my hand into a wall. Finals were creeping closer, and there wasn't enough time in the goddamn day to study, work, and still scrape together the cash I needed. I was so broke that I was using my old button cell phone which I'd abandoned when I bought my first Android phone and it was hanging together by tape and prayers. and there were days I had to pick between buying lunch or saving for a replacement. In the same shitshow of my life was Noah Carter too.I was dodging him so hard it was starting to feel like a sport of its own. Every time he looked at me from across the room w
NoahFuck, that was close.My chest felt like it was about to crack open, as my heart hammered against my sternum like it wanted wings, to fly the hell out of this locker room and leave me to deal with the disaster I’d almost caused.Jaxon had almost caught us.I could still feel the heat of Dorian's mouth on mine, kissing me stupid as I jerked his dick in the middle of the damn locker room, knowing fucking well that anyone could step in.If Jaxon hadn’t been stomping around like an angry gorilla, kicking doors open loud enough to wake the dead, I wouldn’t have had time to pull away. Wouldn’t have had the chance to wipe that stupid, guilty look off my face and replace it with something blank. Bored. Like I wasn’t two seconds away from blowing apart all over Dorian’s hand.I wiped my palms on my sweats and forced my breathing to slow. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Act natural, Carter. Don’t give him a reason to look down. Because if he did—if he saw the obvious tent in my
DORIANThe next day, after practice...I was dead on my feet.My jersey stuck to my back, sweat dripping off my hairline, and my thighs felt like they’d been beaten with a baseball bat. Worse of all, I hadn't slept more than a couple hours the night before replaying Noah's miss, his hands on my cock, every single thing like some obsessive freak who couldn't get his head done straight. Couple with the gruesome practice today, I was beyond tired. All I wanted was to take a shower, shove some trash food into my mouth, and maybe—maybe—make it through half my philosophy syllabus before my brain melted.Spoiler: it was gonna melt either way. But Coach had given us a three-day window to keep our grades clean because of the end of semester exams before hell week (games), and I couldn't afford to bomb this or I'd be screwed.I swung open the locker room door and got hit with the usual wave of noise. Guys shouting over each other, the sharp clang of metal as someone slammed a locker shut, the w
Noah's P.O.V I was burning alive. Fury blistered under my skin, twisting me up from the inside out.Why did Matt always have to be such a colossal dick? The second he read out the note, especially that part signed N, it was like I’d heard a funeral bell in my own head. I swore everyone in the locker room was about to turn on me. Any second now, they’d put two and two together and realize the golden boy captain had been fucking the guy who was supposed to be his rival. But no one did. No one even looked at me. Just at Matt, like they always did when he was acting like a jackass, which was basically every day ending in y. Dorian was fairing worse than me and I could see just how close he was to losing his temper. To my left was Greg, the second defenseman and he leaned in, quietly telling me to drag Matt out before Dorian actually caved his face in. but I was rooted to the spot because in my fucking head, I felt like the moment I inserted myself between them to stop shit from esca
NOAH'S P.O.V I knew when Dorian said “come up and study with me”, there was a good chance I wasn’t gonna get much actual studying done. It was him, after all. There was always this edge with him, like even the most innocent suggestion might end up with his tongue in my mouth—or somewhere lower. But I agreed. Like I always did these days. Because I’m a glutton for punishment, apparently. We climbed the stairs to his dorm, and I ran a hand through my damp hair, still thinking about the confrontation with Matt that had almost led me into breaking things off with Dorian. Well, thank fuck Dorian had handled the situation because the thought of going back to the lie I lived, without Dorian, made my throat so tight it got a little difficult to breath. It should be scary how fast Dorian had come to mean something to me but honestly it was a high I couldn't get rid of. Being around Dorian made me feel like I was free falling through the sky, without the assurance there'd be a safe net for m
Dorian's P.O.V.Noah didn’t say a fucking word or look at anyone. He just pulled his gear on with this quiet, rigid dignity that made my chest ache. His hands shook only once, when he started to fix on his skates.. I caught it—of course I fucking did. My eyes hadn’t left him for more than a second since he walked in.The silence in the locker room was worse than shouting. Worse than punches. It was the kind of quiet that clung to your skin, crawled under your clothes and made your spine itch. Like everyone was pretending he wasn’t there, like if they didn’t speak, maybe he’d vanish.Hell, even Matt—the fucking loudmouth who never shut the fuck up—was quiet.It felt like the fucking Twilight Zone.I wanted someone to say something. Anything. Shout. Fight. Even spit. Just fucking acknowledge the elephant in the room. But no—this kind of silence was a different kind of violence. One Noah didn’t deserve.I hated every goddamn second of it. The door suddenly flew open, slamming against th
DORIAN'S p.o.vI woke up to the sound of sniffles and without having to see him, I knew it was Noah crying. A lump formed in my throat and I pushed it down with a gulp.Knowing him well enough by now, I didn't move an inch, pretending to be asleep. Noah hated being caught crying. It was pride or shame or a lifetime of being told that boys don’t do that shit. Whatever it was, he buried his face into the pillow and tried to be quiet about it. But he wasn’t. Not to me. He never could be. I stayed still for maybe a full minute before I heard his voice whisper thickly. “I know you’re awake.”That lump lodged in my throat again. I opened my eyes slowly and reached for the bedside lamp, blinking against the soft yellow glow that filled the room. Noah was curled up on his side with just his boxers on, back turned to me with shoulders shivering heavily as though he’d been holding himself together all night and finally cracked.I sat up a bit and reached out a hand which I ran through his hair
Dorian’s P.O.VAn hour later, I was seating on the edge of a couch that probably cost more than my entire childhood home. Noah had briefly explained that it was his apartment condo where he stayed anytime he needed to hide away from the team mates or just have some time to himself. And seeing its interior, there was nothing else to say to describe it, other than, it suited Noah. Hockey Royalty. The kind of guy who had everything, but the ability to sit the fuck down and stop pacing before I lost my goddamn mind.Noah hadn’t stop pacing since we got in. He dragged his hand through his hair for what seemed like the hundredth time, yanking at the strands like he wanted to rip them out. Every few minutes, he’d snap out of his frantic pacing just to kick at the coffee table or slam his fist into the wall, yelling, ”FUCK” or “SHIT!”I exhaled through my mouth, feeling the throb of a headache brewing. “You’re gonna give yourself a fucking aneurysm.”Noah ignored me.Fuck. I’d tried, ten mi
NOAH’S P.O.VFor a solid minute, I just sat there in my car, the engine humming under me while I stared at the empty spot where Dorian had vanished. The cold metal of the steering wheel bit into my palms as I gripped it, my eyes locked on the fading outline of his broad shoulders against the afternoon sun as it snowed around us. He didn’t even glance my way—just walked off like I was nothing. No nod, no smirk, not even one of his sarcastic little waves that always pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. Just a straight-up ghosting, his sneakers scuffing the pavement like he couldn’t get away fast enough.What the fuck was that about?For the past month, after practice, it’d been us—every damn day. Fucking until the sheets were soaked with sweat, studying with our books sprawled across his bed with our legs tangled, or pulling shifts at the store, stealing glances over the counter while Susie smirked like she knew too much. Neither of us had time for anything else, and Dorian
NOAH’S P.O.VThe locker room was too damn loud for a morning practice, but I barely noticed the chaos as Coach came in to address us. He announced that we won't be practicing at the rink today, instead it was strictly conditioning in the gym.Great. Nothing like nearly puking on an empty stomach to kick things off.After changing into workout clothes, we all shuffled into the gym. Like always, veterans got paired with rookies for spotting. I barely had time to glance at Dorian before Jaxon stepped right in front of me, slinging an arm around my shoulders.“I got him today.”I caught Dorian’s expression flicker—just for a second—before he hit me with this pointed, unreadable look. My stomach did a weird twist of worry. After last night, I knew damn well how irrational his jealousy of my friendship with Jaxon could get. Not that I was about to play babysitter in front of the whole team, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him sulking all day either. Swallowing a sigh, I shot him a qu
NOAH’S P.O.VI couldn’t fucking deny it.Angry sex with Dorian was the hottest fucking thing in the world. Even now, sprawled out on his bed, my body still twitched every time my brain replayed how he’d fucked me into the floor like a goddamn animal. My ass was sore, my throat raw, and I could still feel the ghost of his cock splitting me open. It was so fucking good that I'd somehow forgotten the real reason we'd been fighting or arguing. Thankfully, Dorian had forced us to go shower off the evidence of our shenanigans, cum, sweat, and whatever else we’d smeared across each other so I didn't feel icky and now we were naked, tangled in his sheets, each scrolling through our phones like we hadn’t just tried to break each other.The room smelled like soap and sex, and I felt good, loose, relaxed, the kind of buzz you get after a hard practice and a harder fuck. My foot brushed against his under the covers, lazy little nudges turning into a dumb game of footsies. His toes curled agains
Dorian's P.O.VAfter we left the mall, Noah tossed his keys to me and without being told, I knew he wanted me to drive us back. Clearly he was too blind with anger to do that.The drive back to my dorm was fucking suffocating. Noah sat there, arms crossed, staring out the window like some pissed-off spouse who’d caught me cheating with the neighbor. Neither of us said a word, just let the silence stew between us, thick and heavy as the tension from that shitshow of a dinner. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white, trying to keep my temper in check because I couldn't for the life of me see why Noah was angry when he'd been all over his "best friend" but the second we stepped into my room and I slammed the door shut, it all went to hell.“You’re such a fucking man-whore,” Noah snapped, spinning on me with his eyes blazing. “Flirting with Tessa right in front of me like I’m invisible. What the fuck is wrong with you? What do they say about bisexuals again? Yeah, y'
Dorian's p.o.vFucking Jaxon.Of all the people to turn the corner at that exact moment, it had to be him.One second, I had Noah where I wanted him—pressed up against the goddamn shelves, body warm, pliant, his breath short and shaky, betraying just how much he liked what I was doing to him. The next, he was stiff as a goddamn board, eyes blown wide like some poor bastard caught in a police spotlight. He looked like he had just been caught committing a crime. And all because Jaxon had strolled into the aisle like the world’s biggest buzzkill.For a moment, I actually felt bad for Noah.But that feeling was quickly overshadowed by irritation. I hated that Jaxon’s sudden appearance had made Noah shrink into himself like a fucking scared rabbit. We weren’t even doing anything—well, nothing that bad—just a little teasing and a little fun, but still, Noah was acting like we'd been caught naked in the middle of the goddamn aisle.Gritting my teeth, I turned my head, my jaw tightening even
NOAH'S P.O.VPractice was gold. We were prepping for our fourth game in the regionals—home against Denver—and everything was clicking. My assists were piling up, threading perfect passes through tight gaps, while Dorian was a fucking sniper, his wrist shots cutting through the air like a damn blade. The entire team was playing out of their minds—Matt, Jaxon, and Greg locking it down on defense, yes Matt finally was unbenched by the Coach so he's back on games. while Cody, Eli, and Shawn kept up the pressure up front. By the time Coach blew the final whistle, we were drenched in sweat, but the energy was electric and it felt like we were already on the ice for tomorrow's game, beating Denver out of the ice. I'd never felt as confident in our team until this season who was ironically my last in Bridgewater.“Four more games to the Frozen Four,” Coach told us, voice gruff but charged with something close to pride. “Keep this up, and that national title is fucking ours.”I felt so good th