Dorian’s P.O.V
Shrugging off my leftover warmth from the stupid compliment, I leaned against the locker, watching Carter move to the center of the room, commanding everyone’s attention like he was born into it.The bastard.
His voice wasn’t even loud–he didn’t need it to be. The guys quieted the moment he raised a hand, his blue eyes blazing like he was giving some State of the Union address. Oh, I’d love to see his fucking face once I steal his title and become captain. I’m sure he’d throw a tantrum, scream at the Coach, and probably call his daddy to build the school a new library. Coming from a long line of hockey legends, Golden Boy has the money to throw around, leeching off his father’s fading glory.I barely bit back a snort, turning my attention back to him. The speech itself wasn’t anything mind-blowing, to be honest. Just your basic post-game “good job” spiel, but fuck if he didn’t sell it, gearing up the team to put in their bests in the future games. His voice was steady, and authoritative, with just the right amount of warmth to make you believe he actually cared about every individual player on this team. Every word landed. Every nod he gave felt personal. It was infuriating how easily he pulled it off.
For a second–a brief, goddam second–I felt something twist in my chest. It wasn’t exactly envy, but it wasn’t far off. Watching him like that, golden curls damp and clinging to his forehead, his shoulders straight, chest rising and falling with confidence, I caught myself thinking: he’s not half-bad at this captain thing.
Then the thought made me sick.
I clenched my jaw, shoving the treacherous little voice in my head aside. No. I wasn’t going to lead myself into seeing him as nothing more than what he was. An overhyped legacy kid who’d been handed everything. The only reason he was good at speeches was because he’d spent his life polishing that Golden-boy image to perfection. I bet he had etiquette coaches back home, teaching him what words to use to present himself as whatever the fuck this was.
A fucking fraud.
My fists curled tighter as his speech came to a close, the room erupting in hoots like he’d just delivered us to the promised land. I bit back the urge to roll my eyes as he stepped back, smiling, and Jaxon–our cocky-ass co-captain–took over.
“Alright, rookies!” Jaxon shouted, his stupid lopsided smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “It’s time to pair you all up with a godparent.”Great. This bullshit. It happened in my high school and I ended up punching my ‘hockey godfather’ in the face when he kept trying to teach me how to hold a stick. Mind you, the fool hadn’t ever scored a single goal in his life and was finally let off the team during finals.
I tuned Jaxon out at first as he began reading off a list in his hands. My eyes pulled to the floor and I stared at it, counting the seconds until I could get the hell out of there. But then Jaxon’s voice broke into the bubble I’d secured myself in.
“And last, but definitely not least…number 13 also known as Dorian Hayes!”
I snapped my head up, narrowing my eyes. Who the fuck were they gonna pair me with? I swear if it’s that loose-mouthed Matt…
“Dorian’s godparent will be–drumroll, please–the Captain himself!” A shit-eating grin almost ripped Jaxon’s face apart and he threw his arm out toward Noah as he’d just announced the fucking Second Coming.
“Aww, man! Hayes just won the jackpot!”
The room erupted in loud noises, the rookies practically ripping at the seams with envy. Of course, they’d want to be paired with the Captain, even though he was a shit player. Everyone wanted to ride Carter’s coattails. Everyone but me.
My hand slammed against the locker so hard that I ripped my knuckles and the metal dented, cutting through the noise. The guys closest to me flinched, and I glared at them until they averted their eyes.
As a line of blood appeared on my bruised knuckles, I ground my teeth together, but I didn’t say a word. I was too fucking stunned and mad that the one person I hated would be the one pushing me around during practice and teaching me a game I knew like the back of my hand. At the end of the day, I’d be the one to teach him hat tricks and sharpen his shit skills but knowing Carter, he definitely wouldn’t be knocking at my dorm doors with a thank-you hamper.
Finally, Carter left the room, slipping out without even a glance in my direction, where other godparents were talking to their rookies.
Asshole.
The air in the locker room grew looser after Noah left and the guys broke into dumb conversations about stats, drills, and whatever else made them feel like big men. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, ready to get out of there, when Matt’s obnoxious voice rang out.
“I have news guys!”
All eyes swung to him.
“There’s a party at the Zeta house tonight!” he bellowed, grinning like the overgrown meathead he was. “Cheerleaders are hosting and they promised to personally congratulate us if you know what I mean.”
“Heck yeah!” Number 22 shouted, I didn’t know his name or what line he played on the rink, just the number at the back of his jersey was his only means of identity. They began shouting crude comments that made me want to slam my head into the nearest wall. I knew we were all in college with barely developed frontal cortex but is there any other thing these guys dreamt of other than sex?
“Gonna get my dick wet tonight!” Matt declared, slapping his rookie on the back. I just shook my head.
“Try not to break another condom this time, Matt,” Someone I’ve heard them call Greg joked and the room howled. “Your pregnancy scare with Jessica is still fresh on our minds.”
Fucking idiots. I didn’t even bother hiding my disdain as I pushed past them and headed for the bus that’d take us back to our college. I could only hope we’d arrive before five pm so I’d be able to go for my night shift at my part-time job. My savings were almost running out and I needed every penny I could get.
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Hours later, after a shift of moving boxes and refilling shelves, I was wobbly on my legs and ready to sink into my bed, but somehow I found myself standing in the middle of the Zeta house, a half-empty red solo cup in my hand.
It was your typical college party with blinking colored lights illuminating the entire house, accompanied by music pounding out of unseen speakers. As bodies gyrated and ground against each other in every corner, sweat and cheap perfume filled the air. Frankly, this was my scene. I loved parties, especially the ones I threw back in high school. I didn’t have the money to throw a party but I’ve been told I was a smooth talker with a fuckboy charisma so I could move things around…most times. But as I stood sipping the shit orange colored drink in my cup, I didn’t feel anything but a vague feeling of disgust and the thought of someone I didn’t want to even think of.
Maybe I needed to get laid to rid myself of this tension. The closest I’ve come to any action since I split up with my high school girlfriend was some dude sucking my cock in the library the first day I’d moved my shit to Bridgewater Univerisity. What can I say? I enjoy the thrill and I’m one kinky motherfucker.
Shaking my head, I decided to give it a shot.
Target: Get drunk and get laid.
So I moved through the dancing bodies, nodding my head to the beat and grabbing another cup as my previous one was empty. But as some of the girls sidled up to me, twirling their hair, my irritation grew. One puck bunny I’d seen sucking Matt’s dick under the stairs tried to slide her hand up my arm, but I just knocked off her ugly nails and glared until she backed off.
Just great Dorian. I muttered to myself, aware I was blowing any chances I had with the ladies.
I soon found myself in a lounge area and paused when I saw a small crowd had gathered around something…or someone. Curiosity got the better of me and I shoved my way to the front.
A blonde cheerleader, Rose or something, stood in the middle of the room, her outfits leaving little to the imagination–a hot pink crop top that barely covered her tits, a matching white skirt that was more like a belt, and heels so high she wobbled when she moved. My dick picked up slight interest. Why was everyone staring at her though? I mean she was sexy as fuck but there had to be something going on.
“Noah, baby!” She purred, moving towards the couch in the middle of the room. Her voice was slurred, and she was intoxicated. “I’ve been dying to say this!”
I froze, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on end.Just then Noah rose from the couch– I hadn’t even seen him there–and came into view. His usual calm expression was tinged with amusement as he snatched her waist and steadied her before she tumbled to the ground.
“I think you’re amazing!” she gushed, words tumbling over each other as she raked her hand over his chest... He was wearing a jeans jacket that wasn’t buttoned so she had access to his naked skin. I didn’t know why that observation bothered me.
The cheerleader continued anyway. “ You’re smart and hot, and God, I just love you, okay? So, I’m asking you to be my boyfriend!”
I wanted to laugh. She wanted this stuffy ass golden boy to be with her. There was no way Carter would be with someone like her. She seemed loud, where he had to prefer girls who could match his quiet calmness. But then–
Then he smiled.
“Really, Rose?” he murmured, voice deep and vibrating despite the loud music. I shouldn’t be able to hear him as it was meant for only her ears but I was so still and attuned to him in this moment. Before I could process what was happening, he leaned in and kissed her.
The crowd exploded into a cheering frenzy, hooting and clapping.
My stomach churned, a hot, ugly rage bubbling inside me. I clenched my cup so hard it crumpled in my fist, the cheap alcohol spilling onto my hand, but I didn’t move…couldn’t.
What the fuck was he doing and why was I so angry?
It was as if I couldn’t stand the sight of Noah’s happiness...especially when it was directed at…someone else.
A tiny treacherous voice whispered in the back of my mind: He’s fucking mine.
I shoved the thought down so hard it made my chest ache, but the anger didn’t go away. It twisted darker and sharper, and as I watched him pull away from the blonde bimbo, a plan began to take shape in my head.
Carter thinks he could just be happy as captain and now with his brand new relationship.
Addition to plan: Steal Golden Boy’s new girlfriend.
My lips finally curled with a dark grin.
He would experience the same betrayal he’d once inflicted on me.
Noah’s P.O.VI tugged my jersey over my head, the sweat already drying on my skin after practice. The room buzzed with post-practice chatter–dull aches, bruises, and the usual locker room banter filling the space. However, Matt was unusually quiet today, fingers moving furiously over his phone. For once, I didn’t feel like I had to be walking on tiptoes, so I sank onto the bench in front of my lockers, pulling off my skates and socks and letting the cool air hit my overheated skin.Just then, Jaxon came out of the showers with a towel around his waist and plopped beside me after grabbing a hoodie from his locker. His perpetually messy black hair flopped into his eyes as he grumbled under his breath about something.“Man if I fail another AP class, my mom’s going to disown me,” he muttered, pulling at his hoodie strings. Was that a GQ sweater? I swear to God this idiot I call my best friend could be obsessed with designer brands like it was his last meal.Shaking my head, I chuckled at
Noah's P.O.VJaxon, the prick, was peeking into my phone and I slapped him upside the head, snorting when he started whining before standing up and heading out.I sighed as soon as he left, glancing back at the text. Parties weren’t really my thing, but maybe this was an opportunity to get closer to Dorian. If I invited my team along, Dorian would have no choice but to be there and if I could get him to loosen up with alcohol, maybe I could figure out why he hated me so much.I shot back a reply, cringing when I saw she’d already sent me five more messages, complaining I wasn’t replying fast.—Mind if I bring a few of the guys?Her reply was instant.-–Sure! The girls are bored here anyway.```The bass from the speakers pounded through the room, vibrating against my chest as I slouched onto the couch. Far down to my right, Jaxon was playing beer pong which he clearly sucked at as he’d lost many pieces of clothing and was even more loud than usual–drunk, but I barely registered any of
Dorian’s P.O.VRose has been sucking my cock for the past five minutes and while she had a great technique, I wasn’t even close to cumming. She was just enough to keep me hard and thrusting shallowly. Maybe it was because the fucking reason I was hooking up with her hadn’t shown up.Gritting my teeth, I buried my fingers into her hair and shoved her down onto my cock, increasing the thrusts of my hip so this could be over with.But the door suddenly swung open and there he fucking was. I raised my head just in time to catch his expression. It was as if I’d slammed a sledgehammer straight into his chest. His jaw slackened, eyes locked on his precious girlfriend on her knees, lips stretched wide around my cock.It was glorious.I couldn’t hide the smirk that tugged at my lips. Rose had been so damn easy. With a few cocky words and some smooth words, she was practically begging for it. She wasn’t what I wanted, but she was the means to an end, and as far as pawns went, she was doing her
Noah’s P.O.VI felt drained.Even though it was a lazy sunday which I usually looked forward to, my body felt like it had been run over by a truck. I’d spent most of the day sprawled out in my apartment, playing C.O.D on my console, but I couldn’t focus. My hands moved, my fingers smashed buttons, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.Yesterday’s game had been a total shitshow.How the hell had we lost on our own ice? The memory made my stomach twist. A home match, and we’d been humiliated, scoring with only a point. And I knew it wasn’t just bad luck. The team was split down the middle after thursday and it showed. Everyone was either pissed or just plain stunned about what had gone down.What Hayes had done.Every time I thought about it, my head started to throb. He’d fucked my girlfriend in the bathroom and was damn unapologetic about it.Friday came filled with tension and when Dorian stepped into the locker room for afternoon practice, Matt couldn’t resist stirring the pot,
Dorian’s P.O.V The box I was dragging ripped open, spilling tomato cans across the storeroom floor. Just fucking great. Cursing under my breath, I tossed the now ruined box and crouched, picking up the scattered cans and arranging them into a new box. My shoulders ache like hell, sweat causing my shirt to cling to my skin. Another glamorous day in paradise, breaking my back for minimum wage and pretending I didn’t hate every second of it. “Careful there, tiger.” Susie’s voice came from behind me and a distant part of me knew it was supposed to be sweet and chipper but right now, it sounded like nails on a fucking chalkboard. So I didn’t bother looking up. As I picked the last can wedged between the metal trolley and the shelf, I caught her leaning against the doorframe from the periphery of my vision. She was twirling the end of her ponytail around her index finger and smiling at me… Was she seriously flirting with me again? Jesus Christ. Well, Rule No. fucking One. never piss wh
Dorian’s P.O.V Noah’s lips were on mine. For a split second, my brain short-circuited. What the fuck? Was he that drunk? Or maybe this was some twisted joke. Like he found out that I was bisexual and thought it’d be funny to fuck with me. That’d be just like him, looking down at the trash he thinks I am. But then a low, needy moan slipped from his lips and every thought in my head slammed to a stop. Fuck. His teeth closed over my lip ring, tugging on it hard enough to send a sharp, electric jolt straight to my cock. The bastard wasn’t just kissing me, he was devouring me. When his hot, slick tongue darted out and licked at my lips, my control snapped. I grabbed his stupid, perfect hair, shocked at how soft it felt in my grip–and yanked his head back, tilting it to deepen our kiss. He tasted like cheap beer, laced with a sweet taste and I hated how badly I wanted more. He tasted too fucking good. When he bit hard on my lip again, I couldn’t hold back a groan and he quickly slipped
Noah’s P.O.V I was alive, that much I can tell. There was white noise around me. Indistinct sound that hummed around my subconscious, out of reach but just enough to slowly pull me back to life. Still, I lay sprawled on my bed like a broken spider-crab because it felt like my brain and skull had melted into this gross soup that’ll spill to the floor once I roll out of bed. But holy bejeezus, I was thirsty, and my head hurt and my mouth tasted evil like a cat had taken a piss in my mouth, forced me to swallow and then buried a dead rat’s carcass in it. My eyes were too tight in my head and I think my stomah was burning raw with acidic cat urine. God, my head ached in a way that started from a tingling in my lips and went up to my forehead, slowly seeping and digging into my skull. And anytime I tried to screw my eyes tighter and think of what happened last night, it hurt so fucking bad. Therefore, I now knew my brain wasn’t just gooey soup in my skull again. Something happened
Noah’s P.O.VI couldn’t think straight–pun intended.Every thought in my head was a mess, spinning in endless circles with no way out. Hayes liked me? He wanted me? What the hell does that even mean? As far as I knew, Hayes was straight. I’d never seen him with any guy.Others will think the same about you too,’ A voice echoed in my ear and I swallowed hard because it was the truth and it slapped hard. Maybe Hayes was good at shielding himself just as I thought I’d been. Okay even if he was like me…he hated me so why was he coming onto me?Did he get the wrong idea last night when that guy had been groping me? Maybe he thought I was the type to hookup with other men in the dark?As the thought ran across my mind, I knew it was wrong. Hayes had chased the guy away because he knew I was drunk and not consenting to the touch.Without a doubt, I knew I must have done something last night to make Dorian come onto me. God, what did I do and why can’t I remember?The locker room soon filled w
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
Noah's p.o.v I froze in place, the key to Dorian’s dorm still in my hand as Matt’s grin widened. My stomach twisted unpleasantly when he began closing the distance between us. For a moment, he just looked at me with his head cocked to the side and then he glanced down at the key in my hand and his beady black eyes narrowed as a cocky grin spread across his lips. “Why do you have Dorian’s room key, Captain?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual. My throat tightened but I forced my expression into neutrality, willing away the heat creeping up my neck. Matt was a fucking trash bag and whatever I came up with had to throw him off our scent. “Not that it's any of your business,” I replied smoothly, shoving the key into my pocket. “But Hayes is my rookie, and it’s my responsibility to help him out. He’s having trouble with philosophy so I'm helping him study.” Matt’s eyes narrowed slightly, like he wasn’t quite buying it, but he didn’t immediately call me out. Instead, he took another
Noah’s P.O.V.A few days later.Topping Dorian had been one of the best fucking experiences of my life. It was hot, overwhelming, and so intense I was still thinking about it days later but Jesus Christ, it was way too much work. The prep alone took patience I did not have, and the actual fucking? Making sure he was comfortable, making it feel good enough that he’d stop gritting his teeth and start falling apart under me? That shit took effort and self control.So sue me if I decided I was going to be a pillow princess from now on.Yes, I got the term from Imogen, who absolutely would not stop texting me about my sex life the second she found out. I hadn't meant to tell her but I was so fucking giddy that when we hung out two days ago, she noticed and grilled me endlessly until I told her everything. I could hear her voice in my head right now, teasing me and calling me a lazy lover and a pillow princess who just wanted to lay there and have their partner do all the work.And I couldn
Dorian's P.O.VI couldn't fucking breathe.The pain in my jaw was nothing compared to the ache splitting my chest wide open. I was still on the ice, clutching my face, fingers pressing against the heat of what would no doubt be a bruise by morning. but the real pain, making it impossible to breathe, was the look on Noah's face.Anguish. Betrayal."You know what, yeah, you're right." Noah's expression turned cold. "This was never going to work."And then he turned to leave.My stomach dropped. the moment I thought I wanted was there. Noah was walking away, broken, just like i'd fucking planned, but it felt like dying."You said you love me!" The words tore from my throat in a desperate attempt to salvage things.Noah stopped dead in his tracks, his back still turned to me. My heart shuddered as a sob broke through my lungs, and when I finally spoke again, my voice shook so bad it barely came out above a whisper. "How do you love someone and just walk away when the going gets tough?"N