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Dorian’s P.O.VCarter was staring.Not just a mere glance, but fucking pinning his gaze on me, actually on where my lips are connected to the girl's.His hands were still wrapped around his hockey stick, knuckles tight, but his whole body was still, shoulders squared and jaws locked like he was barely holding something inside himself... And his eyes? Those eyes were burning through me and if I didn’t know Carter well, I’d say he was jealous. Or was he? His lips just parted enough to tell me he was gritting his teeth.I swallowed hard, hands still on the girl’s arm and suddenly guilt stabbed through me. I wasn’t even doing anything wrong nor do I owe Carter anything. He was just a fucking game to me, but shit, I…I didn’t like that look on his face.Ripping my mouth away from the girl’s, I exhaled sharply and gently pried her hands off my jersey. “Hey look, you, you’re real sweet, but you can’t just kiss people without consent, okay?”She latched on tighter, standing on the tips of her
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Noah’s P.O.VDorian grabbed my wrist with firm fingers and dragged my hand down between us. I sucked in a sharp breath as he pressed my palm flush against the thick, unmistakable shape of his cock.“Still think I’m lying?” Although I couldn’t see his face, the hunger in his voice felt electric. My mouth went completely dry and it felt like my heart was trying to break out from how hard it was slamming against my ribs. Under my fingers, Dorian was hard…so fucking hard. The heat of him burned through his shorts, branding me, and making my stomach clench with need.Just then, Dorian unfurled his fingers from mine, but I didn’t pull my hand away. I should have. I should have taken the out he was giving me, but instead, my fingers twitched and I brushed my knuckles against him. Before I could stop myself, I stroked him once through the nylon. I heard Dorian’s breath hitch as he sucked it through clenched teeth.“Noah,” my name was a growled warning that fell through his lips.I whispered.
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Noah’s P.O.V“Hey, you waited.” Dorian’s voice breathed into my ear just as I reached for my car door. I discretely retracted my hand and clenched it beside me. If Dorian hadn’t appeared right now, I would have left. Embarrasment heated my cheeks and I tried to respond to him but words fail me.His lips pressed into the side of my neck and he inhaled deeply. “Have I ever told you you smell really good? It’s gotta be those expensive ass cologne.”“Oh shut it. Maybe you should try bathing some times.” I shot back and his deep laughter dribbled into my ear like warm chocolate.“Yeah with your Gourmet bath soaps.” he snickered and pulled away, turning me around to face him. “Not everyone was born with a silver spoon shoved up their butt, Carter.” Although his voice sounded humurous, there was some seriousness in his eyes. Feeling a little awkward, I scrambled for an ice-breaker. “That’s why you need to replace the spoon in mine, Hayes.”God, why did I say that?“Oh yeah?” He murmured, li
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DorianCarter looked up at me with his big blue eyes, glittering like little stars with arousal. "May I suck your dick?"that wasn't enough. I narrowed my eyes at him and when he got the memo, his throat bob but then he whispered... "Please."The plea went straight to my dick and I bit on my bottom lip to hold back a groan. He looked like pure sin right there on his knees, golden curls falling over his face while shyly holding my gaze, begging to take me inside his throat. A large part of me wanted to take my phone and steal this moment in a picture forever so I could look at it after this was over and remind myself how fucking hot Noah had looked begging for my cock. But knowing Carter would probably freak out, I can only manage a mental catalogue for masturbating for at least the next two months. I give him a slight nod to his request and his cheeks flushed bright red. Circling my dick with his fist, he guided it to his lips and to my surprise, pressed a shy soft kiss on my tip. Fu
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Noah’s P.O.VIt’s been two days since I hightailed it out of Dorian’s room like a fucking coward, and I still couldn’t get the taste of him out of my mouth. Or the way he touched me…and the way I let him.Moreover, how much I’d liked it.I was a fucking idiot.I’d spent the last forty-eight hours alternating between furious self-loathing and locking myself in my room like a goddamn hermit. The only reason I even left my room was for practice and classes, and thank fuck we have the week off from games because I know I would’ve played like complete shit. My head felt like a disaster zone and every second I ignore the single text from him took something away from me. I now know, without a doubt, that I wasn’t fully straight. There was no use lying to myself aymore, not after what happened with Dorian.My pulse jumped like it had for the past few days anytime he came up in my thought,That cocky, smug bastard with his fire-engine red hair, and his ridiculously green eyes, and his…fuck. I
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Noah's P.O.VAfter Jaxon kicked me out of his room, I decided to go by myself to the library. So I was walking across campus and minding my business when I spotted him.My heart beat instantly kicked up and the damned organ began slamming itself against my ribcage as if it was trying to escape and jump into his hands. God, he looked heavenly.Dorian was clearly on a run, wearing a pair of low-hanging track pants and black headphones that made him look infuriatingly hot. He was also wearing his lip ring and it caught the sun, adding to his sex appeal. There was a sheen of sweat covering his rippling muscles as he jogged but the longer I looked, I realized there was something different about his appearance.And then it clicked. Dorian has gotten a fresh haircut. Most of the time I’d seen him at practice in the last forty-eight hours, he had his helmet on and besides, I avoided him like the plague. His red hair has been shaved to the low buzzcut he was wearing the first time he came int
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Noah’s P.O.VNew sets of drinks had arrived and we’d fallen back into our easy, comfortable rhythm which was basically laughing, drinking, and throwing jokes around like we are both just bunchs of idiots with no midterms, no existential crises, and no…secret confusing sexual awakenings hanging over our heads.I was throwing back a gulp of beer when Imogen leaned in, her breath warm with alcohol and mischief. “Okay, but if you could…which guy in this bar would you kiss?”The beer went down the wrong pie and I had to set my bottle down, coughing while she cackled like I’d just been caught watching gay porn in church.“Jesus,” I wheezed, wiping my mouth. “What is wrong with you?”“Oh, come on,” Imogen whined, nudging my arm. “It’s hypothetical.”I shook my head, but she kept at it, her eyes wide and goading, until finally, with a put-upon sigh, I relented. “Fine.” then I angled my body so I could scan the room.The bar was packed now, filled with a chaotic mix of students and locals, som
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Dorian's P.O.VThe morning light was already pouring in when I cracked open my eyes, one arm reaching for the warm weight I’d fallen asleep beside.But the bed was cold and empty.I blinked blearily, the haze of sleep fading just in time to hear footsteps and pacing. Noah’s sharp and furious voice cut through the air like a knife.“Dorian, why the fuck did you do this?”I sat up fast, heart slamming against my ribs. He was standing across the room, his phone in hand, glaring at me as if I’d just killed someone.“What are you—” I started, but then he turned the screen to face me.Fuck.I just sighed and flopped back onto the mattress, covering my face with my forearm. “I thought you deactivated your Innagram account.”“No, I didn’t, asshole,” Noah snapped. “I just switched off my phone. For you. For us.”His voice cracked, and I winced.Of course. Of course he’d see it. I’d hoped—stupidly, desperately—that maybe we could just have this one weekend. That we could pretend. Stay in this l
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Fuck. Noah was so hot.There was something about Noah when he was like that. Lying there naked on my bed, cock dripping, golden hair all fucked up as he ransacked my drawers looking for condoms, as though he was going to combusted if he waited another second.Climbing off the bed, I peeled off the rest of my clothes, kicked off my jeans like a man possessed, and sat back, fisting my cock with one hand while I waited for Noah to get them. Fuck, why did he have to look so fucking hot? My dick was hard to the point of pain, needing to be buried deep inside him right now.As he reached into my drawer, finally, he suddenly stopped..My brows furrowed and I slowed down from stroking my cock as I watched Noah slowly turn around, holding something in his hand.A picture frame.At first, I was confused. It was probably just a dumb picture of me as a kid. I didn't remember what exactly photo my face was in these days seeing as my mom hid most of my childhood photos anyway. Who gave a shit?But
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Noah’s P.o.VI couldn’t say anything…not at first. My jaw was locked tight, hands jammed deep in my pocket that my fingers were starting to cramp. But the silence wasn’t peaceful. It was loud as fuck in my head.The second he said her name, it was like my brain started working in slow motion while my thoughts scrambled to catch on. And it didn’t take much for everything to click. If Tina Hayes was his mom and a patient at Lakeview rehab, then…Fuck.She had to be a drug addict, or recovering. But Dorian never said anything. Not even fucking once. Not even when we got drunk and he told me bits and pieces from his childhood. Perhaps I should have guessed then, but maybe it was easier to keep Dorian in a neat little box of anger, and pride and trouble. It was easier to fall in love him, when I didn’t have to understand every facets of him. God, but I wished he’d told me sooner. My chest felt weird, not tight exactly but it was as if there was too much air in the room and none of it cou
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Noah’s P.O.VI didn’t expect Jaxon to show up beside me like that. Not after I’d looked him straight in the eye and told him nothing was going on between me and Dorian. Denying every single thing.But he still stood next to me. He didn’t care what the guys thought. And even if he didn’t say it out loud, I knew—he fucking knew that it was Dorian. And yet, he kept his mouth shut and let everyone assume he was the mystery guy.I respected the hell out of him for that but it didn’t mean it still didn’t sting. Watching the guys I’d bled with, fought for, and led....watching them turn away like I’d stepped into the locker room with something contagious made my heart ache. No one said anything to me, not a single fucking peep. All they dared was glances, words muttered under their breaths and disgust that hung in the air like mold.Except for Greg. He didn’t act weird nor did he say much either, but at least he looked me in the eye when I passed and gave me a quiet nod.I tried to focus duri
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Dorian's P.O.VI felt like shit as I realized Jaxon knew the guy in the picture was me. It wasn't surprisingly really seeing as he caught us at the store just a few days ago, but the hatred in his eyes as he glared at me made me feel sick to my stomach.Because Jaxon was right. I was hiding and letting Noah stomach all of it. I stood frozen when I should have stepped in and protected him. I let everyone stare at him as if he was broken while I played the part of the nonchalant aloof guy. But in reality, I was just a fucking coward.After Jaxon finished, no one dared to say a word. They just looked away and got dressed. With a sneer on his face Jaxon retreated back to his locker which was next to Noah's and they began discussing in hushed tones. Noah said something in a low voice to Jaxon, and Jaxon nodded, keeping his hand on Noah’s shoulder, protective as hell. They stayed like that for a minute, with Noah talking and Jaxon listening. Like they were in their own bubble.Jealousy burn
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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
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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
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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
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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
