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.VThe second I stepped out of my car, they jumped apart like kids caught making out behind the bleachers. Jaxon’s eyes flicked toward me, looking sheepish and… weirdly guilty? His hair was a mess from where the guy had clearly been gripping it. They looked like they’d been going at it for more than just a friendly peck.Oh my God.Oh my actual fucking God.“You might be surprised tomorrow,” Jaxon had said.This was the fucking surprise?Jaxon fucking Reid. Mr. “I’ve had a threesome with the Henderson twins.” Mr. “Choke me with your thighs, mommy,” himself… was gay too?And it was with his tutor? The same one I’d seen once or twice in the background when Jaxon was FaceTiming him at odd hours while claiming to be "studying" with him? That really pretty guy with the flawless skin and the glasses he probably didn’t even need?I blinked hard. “Am I hallucinating right now?”Jaxon raised both hands like I was holding him at gunpoint, pouring out words as he tried to dig himself o
Noah's P.O.VI didn’t remember the moment when I left the store and got on the road, driving to Jaxon's family house. Hell, I couldn’t even tell you what was playing on the speakers, even though I knew it was that stupid ass playlist Jaxon had shared with me—grunge and rock and some country-folk hybrid that made me want to pull my hair out when he'd begged me to indulge him. Right now, my brain was loud, louder than any music could ever be.Outside, the snow fell heavier now, little white streaks dancing past the windshield, like the universe was throwing static at my face just to see if I’d blink.I didn’t because I was still thinking about him.His mouth. The kiss wouldn't fucking leave my brain. It was as if his lips was still crushing mine and his breath lived in my lungs. My lips tingled with the need to be back on his and now all I could think about was how fast it ended. I shifted in my seat, groaning through clenched teeth. My dick was pressing up against the seam of my jeans
Noah's P.O.VI kept my eyes on the road, both hands tight on the wheel like I was holding on for dear fucking life. My heart was pounding loud enough to compete with the engine’s low growl. Every building I passed just made the nerves worse, like some countdown to a moment I didn’t know if I was ready for. Why the hell was I even nervous?It’s just Dorian.Except it wasn’t just Dorian.It was the first boy I ever wanted and was bold enough to let into my heart. The boy who got under my skin and twisted every part of me into knots. The boy who broke me, and the boy I still wanted, like a fucking masochist.When I finally pulled into the parking lot, I sat there for a second, dragging in a deep breath, then another. I could just leave. Text Coach and tell him I dropped the message. But no matter how much I tried to reverse out of here, I couldn't.. My fingers were already gripping the door handle, and then I was out, snow pelting lightly on my skin.The warm off-white lights of the stor
Noah’s P.O.VThe seventh game of the regionals ended with the Arctic Blades fucking demolishing the Wisconsin's titans. The titans, of all the teams.. I could still feel the sting in my thighs from the sprints and the vibration in my hands from that final slapshot that screamed past their goalie and lit the whole fucking stadium on fire. The crowd was still roaring in my head but the celebratory noise wasn't enough to wipe off the ridiculous grin on my face as I skated off the ice. We did it. We fucking did it. We have already made it into the fucking frozen four and the last(eighth) game of the regionals was just a formality I was halfway down the tunnel to the locker room, already reaching up to unclip my helmet when Coach O’Rourke’s voice barked out. "Carter!" Glancing over my shoulders, I spotted him waving me over.So I fully turned around, skating in a slow arc, only to see he was standing next to a man I didn't recognize. He was tall, built like bulldozer. He probably used t
Dorian The box cutter in my hand was dull as hell, but I worked it like it was a damn scalpel, slicing through layers of tape. I was on my knees in the cramped backroom of the store, sleeves rolled up, whilst being surrounded by towers of cardboard and half-dusty shelves of expired cereal. The air smelled like plastic and detergent and a little bit like the overripe bananas Susie always left near the staff fridge.I was almost done for the afternoon. Just a few more restocks and then I’d hit the bank to transfer some cash to Mom. Her voice had sounded clearer last time we talked, less slurred from medication. She even asked me about school. Rehab was working. Or maybe she was just too tired to yell.Either way, she needed the money. And I would’ve just done the transfer on my phone, but I didn’t have one anymore. A few days ago, I returned the android Noah bought me. I wouldn't lie and pretend that I'd handed it over him to while looking him in the eye. There was no way in the fucki
Dorian's P.O.VNo one was even looking at me, but I felt like the entire fucking room was laughing in my face. Not out loud, not in any obvious way, but I could feel it in my skin. A sick buzz crawling under the surface as Noah leaned in toward Jaxon, the two of them grinning by the lockers like the past month hadn’t happened between us. It was as if the history of what we used to be was totally wiped off, the way he had cried in my arms and how I used to make him moan, whisper, beg.Now Jaxon was the one pulling a laugh out of him with some bullshit story. I could tell it was bullshit by the way his hands moved in an exaggerated and performative way. And the worst part of it all was that Noah was giving him a real, open-mouthed, soft laugh. That damn laugh he used to give me when I kissed the underside of his jaw.When he was moping around all sad, a part of me, probably twisted and sick like it because it meant Noah still gave a fuck about me and as long as my actions were still cap
Authors P.O.VThe last thing Noah expected was to look over his shoulder and see Dorian Hayes coming at them while yelling for Jaxon to get his hands off his shoulder. The mother fucker kept creating a scene even after Noah told him to fucking leave.So in a rush of anger, Noah's body jolted forward, jaw clenched, ready to fucking deck him—until Jaxon hooked an arm around his middle and yanked him back."Are you insane?" Jaxon hissed through his teeth, dragging him toward the exit. "Let it go. Not here."Noah didn’t say a word. He just kept glaring at Dorian until the metal door slammed behind them.He didn’t even realize he was shaking until he buckled in and stared out the windshield. Just like before, Jaxon got into the driver's seat and began driving the car to a place Noah didn't really give a fuck about. He may have preferred to be in bed right now sleeping this gnawing ache in his chest off but he'd be damned if he continued to let Jaxon worry so much about him.Speaking of the
Jaxon felt like shit. There was no other word for it. He was filled with guilt that sat heavily in his gut and fermented, souring every win, every smile, every second of silence. Even now, after their sixth game, a win, technically, he couldn’t shake the feeling awayBecause Noah Carter had played like a ghost.Sure, the scoreboard said they won, but anyone with eyes could see it. Noah was dragging himself across the ice like his skates were made of lead. He flinched anytime Dorian got within five feet of him, avoided his passes, and barely looked up during the post-game huddle. Whatever fire he used to have, whatever rage-fueled grace he normally carried himself with, it was fucking gone.Jaxon really hated it. He wanted his bestfriend backWhen they made it into the locker room, the rest of the guys didn’t even try to hide their curiosity. They were muttering to each other in low tones, passing glances between Noah and Dorian like the two were a car wreck they couldn’t look away fro
Noah’s P.O.V.The bed felt cold.That was the first thing I noticed. Not the faint hum of someone playing FIFA in the next room or the buzzing streetlamp outside the window. Just the empty space beside me—where warmth used to be. Where Dorian was supposed to be.I reached out sleepily, eyes still closed as I brushed my fingers against nothing but cool sheets and crumpled fabric.My lashes fluttered open slowly, heavy with sleep. The red numbers on the clock blinked 1:14AM, like they were mocking me.The room was really empty, hell not even his jacket was tossed somewhere on the floor like it always was. He was just...gone.I sat up, rubbing my eyes and stifling a yawn. My throat felt dry as hell, and the water jug I usually kept on my nightstand was bone dry too because I hadn't really spent a lot of time in my room. Groaning, I got to my feet and grabbed a hoodie, stepping out of my room and moving down the hallway, then padding down the stairs. The whole house had that muted, ghost