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Noah’s P.O.VI woke up way too fucking early, sunlight barely creeping through the blinds, but my heart was already hammering like I’d chugged three Red Bulls. It was stupid how excited I was just to see Dorian again, to grab my damn clothes from him. After last night—fuck, that shower, his mouth, the way he’d owned me—I couldn’t shake him. I’d been a coward for too long, holding back when every inch of me screamed to run toward him, not away. I rolled out of bed, dick half-hard just thinking about that heated green eyes glinting under the bathroom light, and stumbled into the shower. The hot water did nothing to calm me down; it just made me think of him slick and naked, smirking at me like he knew every dirty thought in my head.As soon as I scrubbed myself clean, I threw on a hoodie and jeans, and bolted out of the frat house like my ass was on fire. The walk to Dorian’s dorm was a blur—my pulse thumped in my ears, and I couldn’t tell if it was nerves or anticipation. His piercing
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Noah’s P.O.VDorian pulled the old Chevy to a stop, a sputtering noise echoing from its engine before it finally stopped. We’d been driving for hours, the Minnesota wilderness stretching out endlessly until a little cottage appeared, nestled against a glassy lake that shimmered under the afternoon sun. In the silence that followed, I glanced over at Dorian. His long fingers were still gripping the wheel and his knuckles were scraped raw from his fight with Matt. The swelling around his eyes had lessened a lot, but honestly, Dorian was the only one I knew who still managed to look scrumptious while he was roughed up. When he noticed me looking at him, he flicked his green eyes to me for a second, before he yanked the keys out of the ignition.Neither of us said a word as we alighted and Dorian rounded the car to the trunk, opened it, and pulled out our bags before tossing mine at me. My fingers closed around the worn strap, still not sure why the fuck I even let him drive me here.Stil
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I woke up to a warm, firm hand kneading my ass, fingers pressing deep, massaging like I was something to be sculpted. Lips slowly brushed over my shoulders, the soft scrape of teeth sending a dull shiver through my sleep-heavy body.A small, satisfied smile curled at my lips before I even opened my eyes. Dorian.My body knew his touch before my brain fully caught up. His fingers spread, gripping my ass like he owned it, kneading the flesh before sliding down, teasing over my thighs. I stretched on the bed with a quiet groan, pressing back into his touch and feeling my cock stir despite the ridiculous number of times we’d gone at it last night, with the endless blowjobs and handjobs.Biting back a yawn, I muttered, “Mmm. Good morning to you too.” My voice was thick with sleep, but I was already waking up fast.A low grunt was the only answer I got, Then those lips started moving lower and mapping out my back with open-mouthed kisses.. His lips traced over my spine, down past the curve
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Noah’s P.O.V.On the way back to the lake house, my stomach grumbled quite loudly, reminding us that we didn't have breakfast so Dorian rolled up to this little breakfast cafe off the highway, some hole-in-the-wall spot with checkered floors and the smell of bacon thick in the air. I slid into the booth across from Dorian, and the second our eyes locked, it was like some sappy butterflies in the stomach type of shit, straight out of a movie—Dorian kept giving me these damn looks. Eyes soft, lips twitching in that lazy, knowing smirk. It made my stomach tighten, not with nerves, but with something sweeter.. He grinned at me, all messy red hair and sharp green eyes, and I couldn’t believe I’d ever thought happiness like this was off the table. Out here, miles from hockey, from the team, from my dad’s bullshit, I could just… be myself, Noah Carter. Not the star hockey player or the Golden boy captain. No masks, no pressure. Just me and him, and it felt so fucking good I almost didn’t
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Dorian’s P.O.V.I was scrubbing my hands under the lukewarm water, the soap suds swirling down the drain, and all I could think about was how fucking perfect that day had been. Noah—shit, that golden boy had burrowed under my skin, deeper than I’d ever let anyone get. The lake house, the drive, the perfect time we had skiing together, his dumbass laugh when I burned my tongue on that shitty diner coffee earlier—it was the best damn time I’d ever had with anyone, hands down. Even with the mess of what had happened in the bathroom with that bigot and also with Noah bolting out after and sharing how vulnerable he was about coming out, it had been… fuck, it had been good. Too good. My chest tightened with it, and I hated that. The whole damn day was supposed to be a play to reel him in, disarm him, make him fall so hard for me he’d never see the knife coming. But standing there, water dripping off my hands, I couldn’t lie to myself. It had been fucking lovely, and a piece of me, some wea
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Noah’s P.O.V.The second Dorian pinned me to the wall and smashed his mouth against mine, my anger didn't just flare, it fucking erupted. My blood roared in my ears, a defending thump-thump drowning out the hum of the marquee lights flickering overhead. If he expected me to be melt into his arms, then he was surely mistake. I wasn't a swooning rookie falling for his bullshit anymore. No fucking way. I was done being his toy. I bared my teeth against his mouth and bit down hard into his lower lip, sinking into the soft flesh until I felt it split, copper flooding my tongue. . My hands shoved at his chest, all lean muscle under that faded jacket, but he didn’t back off. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against my teeth, and bit me back, his own teeth slicing into my lip. Blood smeared between us as we tore apart, chests heaving, blue eyes locked on green.I didn’t give him a second to breathe. My fists were already flying, slamming into his pale, freckled face, that buzzc
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Noah’s P.O.V.The drive back to the lake house was like moving with a pressure cooker, and the air between us was thick with unspoken fury, well, mostly from me. I slouched in the passenger seat of stupid rented beat-up Chevy, arms crossed over my chest, my biceps flexing under my jacket as the tension refused to leave my body. The hum of the engine rattled through the silence, and my jaw ached from clenching it so hard, teeth grinding like I could chew through steel. My lips still throbbed, split and swollen from that feral kiss outside the theater, the taste of his blood lingering on my tongue.Meanwhile Dorian was gripping the wheel so hard his pale knuckles turned white, that red hair catching the faint glow of every passing streetlights. His green eyes stayed fixed on the road, but I could feel the heat radiating off him—anger, yeah, but something else too, something that made my skin prickle.He broke the silence first, voice rough as gravel. “You really going back to campus? I
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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
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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
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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
