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Dorian’s P.O.VWe made it to the NCAA, baby. The big leagues. This wasn’t some backyard, bullshit, and the first game was in Michigan against a team that thought they owned the ice. Lucky for the Arctic Blades, they had me. I couldn’t wait to show those bastards what real players looked like.Coach put me in the startling lineup after my killer performance at practice. Guess all those extra drills, sleepless nights, and my absolute refusal to let anyone get too close paid off. “He is the best damn rookie I’ve ever trained.” I quote the coach as he announced last week Friday that our school was in the first fucking division of the NCAA.But you know what the best part was? Golden Boy himself would be leading our line. Mr. Perfect would watch me shine whether he wanted or not, and us playing together would give me every opportunity I needed to bring my plans to fruition.It was very unfortunate that Carter and I couldn’t sit together during the flight. I’d planned to tease him until he
Noah’s P.O.VThe Yost Ice Arena was alive.A chaotic, deafening pulse hammered into me the moment we hit the ice. You could feel the electricity of the crowd’s energy vibrating through the fiberglass wall surrounding the rink. First game of the NCAA. First chance to prove we more than deserved to be here. A part of me had felt gobsmacked when Coach announced we were going to Michigan because I’d been worried our two losses in the friendly matches back home took us out of the race but here we were! My chest felt tight, but not with nerves. A pressure had coiled around my ribcage and wouldn’t let go. Deep down, I knew the reason. My father had called and said he would be watching the game with his friends today.And that only meant one thing.I wasn’t allowed to let him down. I wasn’t scared of losing or disappointing my father, but maybe it would be a little better if he gave a shit about me, more than the game.The sound of skates slicing the ice snapped me out of my thoughts and I lo
Noah's P.O.VJust when I started to give up, Hayes bent his knees and distributed his weight between both feet. His gloved hand held the hockey stick with his top hand positioned at the top of the stick while his bottom hand was halfway down. And boom, he snapped his wrist and the goalie went jumping out of his position.But to everyone’s surprise, Hayes had faked a wrist shot. The puck was still with him! In a split second, I watched how he swiftly picked up the puck on the blade of the stick, controlling it like a lacrosse player cradling the ball.As he lifted his stick, time seemed to slow. With a flick of his wrist, Hayes tucked the puck around the post, and it soared into the top of the net, leaving the goaltender grasping at air.Holy shit!The final buzzer sounded and sealed our victory. 4-3. The guys poured onto the rink, shouting and chanting. At first, I didn’t hear what they were saying until I listened hard.“Seven!”“Seven!”“Seven!”That was Hayes' jersey number. He was
Dorian’s P.O.VThe moment I asked if he wanted to kiss me again, I felt Noah freeze beneath me. Completely still, like a prey animal caught in headlights. God, it was so fucking cute. And frustrating. His body told the truth even as his mouth tried to deny it.I leaned down, letting my lips brush the crevice of his neck, the spot where his skin was warm and smelled faintly of soap. “Come on, golden Boy,” I whispered against him, watching raptly as goosebumps appeared on his skin. “I swear it’ll be good.”He shuddered and I felt it. Heck, I saw it. The small tremor that ran through him, even as he clenched his fists into the sheets like he was trying to hold himself together. I let out a soft chuckle before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his neck, dragging my teeth along his skin just enough to leave a mark.“Carter…” his name rolled off my tongue as I shifted my hips. I pressed against him, my hard-on grinding into his towel-covered ass. “Trust me.”The groan he let out–fuck it lit
Noah’s P.O.V“Hey Faggots!”I stiffened, forcing my hands to keep untying my skates as if I hadn’t heard it. The noises of the room—laughter, shouting, clang of lockers as they slammed it shut—kept going. Nobody even flinched. It was just a normal joke from Matt, one of my defensemen who thought anything that came out of his mouth was comedy gold. The dude was built like a fucking tank and sometimes, I wondered if that was all he was. Brute force with an empty skull.A few of the other guys joined in, tossing back their own crude jokes as they stripped off sweat-soaked jerseys and peeled away pads.My fingers kept trembling, but I worked the laces faster, hoping no one noticed. The worst thing you could do in this locker room was stop, freeze up, and let them see how the words hit you. That was blood in the water, and these guys were sharks who didn’t know how to leave a wounded animal alone. Usually, I didn’t care about the jokes, hell I joined in most times, but it just felt fucking
Dorian’s P.O.V“Stay the fuck out of my way, Golden Boy,” I yanked my arm free of Noah’s grip, storming off into the freezing night. Fuck Noah Carter and that goddamn punch he threw, trying to play savior when no one asked him to. My boots loudly hit the pavement, like I was stomping out a goddamn wildfire. But the flames raged on in my chest. Hypocritical little prick. My jaw clenched, dragging my mind back to when I’d first seen him in the locker room and he introduced himself as captain. Blonde hair, light blue eyes, and his body all defined lines and sculpted muscles. All-American-Pretty boy. He probably had fucking skincare products to keep his skin that dewy…and his lips as red as they looked.I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, clenching my fists into balls. My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, but it was nothing compared to the fury coursing through me. Just a few years had passed and yet, the bastard didn’t even remember me. Not a flicker of recognition in those stupid
Noah’s P.O.VI was late.The second I stepped into the rink, still tugging my gear bag over my shoulder, Coach O’Rourke’s glare snapped onto me like a laser beam. “Princess Carter!” he barked, hands on his hips. “You planning to set a goddamn example by strolling in whenever the hell you feel like it?”I bit back a groan. This was definitely not the start I needed. Knowing he hated excuses as much as he hated milk in his coffee, I schooled my features and gave Coach a slight nod. “Sorry, coach,” I said, setting my bag down by the bench. “It won’t happen again.”“It better not.” he snapped. “Captain or not, you don’t get a free pass. Hustle up now, we’ve all been waiting for you.”There were a few scattered laughs before he turned away, muttering something about discipline, and I exhaled sharply. The guys were all watching me, Jaxon included. He seemed very worried and mouthed at me. ‘Talk later?’I ignored him and started to change into my gear right there on the rink. I wish I could
Dorian’s P.O.V The locker room reeked of sweat and ballsack. I stepped out from the hot spray of water, turning it off. Grabbing my towel off the bench, I roughly ran it through my damp hair, water dripping down my shoulders and chest as I walked towards the locker room naked. It wasn’t like I cared who saw. Besides, most of the team had cleared out and it was just the sound of my breathing and shuffling feet breaking the silence. I was halfway to my locker, still drying my hair, when I noticed him. Carter. The Golden Boy himself, standing frozen like a fucking deer in headlights, eyes wide and glued to me. My brows furrowed and before I could ask him what the hell he was looking at, all red-faced and barely breathing, he left. But the funny thing was that he didn’t just walk away. If the expression, ‘running with tails between your legs’ needed an image, Noah in that moment was it. Bag in hand, practically tripping over himself as he disappeared through the door. For
Dorian’s P.O.VThe moment I asked if he wanted to kiss me again, I felt Noah freeze beneath me. Completely still, like a prey animal caught in headlights. God, it was so fucking cute. And frustrating. His body told the truth even as his mouth tried to deny it.I leaned down, letting my lips brush the crevice of his neck, the spot where his skin was warm and smelled faintly of soap. “Come on, golden Boy,” I whispered against him, watching raptly as goosebumps appeared on his skin. “I swear it’ll be good.”He shuddered and I felt it. Heck, I saw it. The small tremor that ran through him, even as he clenched his fists into the sheets like he was trying to hold himself together. I let out a soft chuckle before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his neck, dragging my teeth along his skin just enough to leave a mark.“Carter…” his name rolled off my tongue as I shifted my hips. I pressed against him, my hard-on grinding into his towel-covered ass. “Trust me.”The groan he let out–fuck it lit
Noah's P.O.VJust when I started to give up, Hayes bent his knees and distributed his weight between both feet. His gloved hand held the hockey stick with his top hand positioned at the top of the stick while his bottom hand was halfway down. And boom, he snapped his wrist and the goalie went jumping out of his position.But to everyone’s surprise, Hayes had faked a wrist shot. The puck was still with him! In a split second, I watched how he swiftly picked up the puck on the blade of the stick, controlling it like a lacrosse player cradling the ball.As he lifted his stick, time seemed to slow. With a flick of his wrist, Hayes tucked the puck around the post, and it soared into the top of the net, leaving the goaltender grasping at air.Holy shit!The final buzzer sounded and sealed our victory. 4-3. The guys poured onto the rink, shouting and chanting. At first, I didn’t hear what they were saying until I listened hard.“Seven!”“Seven!”“Seven!”That was Hayes' jersey number. He was
Noah’s P.O.VThe Yost Ice Arena was alive.A chaotic, deafening pulse hammered into me the moment we hit the ice. You could feel the electricity of the crowd’s energy vibrating through the fiberglass wall surrounding the rink. First game of the NCAA. First chance to prove we more than deserved to be here. A part of me had felt gobsmacked when Coach announced we were going to Michigan because I’d been worried our two losses in the friendly matches back home took us out of the race but here we were! My chest felt tight, but not with nerves. A pressure had coiled around my ribcage and wouldn’t let go. Deep down, I knew the reason. My father had called and said he would be watching the game with his friends today.And that only meant one thing.I wasn’t allowed to let him down. I wasn’t scared of losing or disappointing my father, but maybe it would be a little better if he gave a shit about me, more than the game.The sound of skates slicing the ice snapped me out of my thoughts and I lo
Dorian’s P.O.VWe made it to the NCAA, baby. The big leagues. This wasn’t some backyard, bullshit, and the first game was in Michigan against a team that thought they owned the ice. Lucky for the Arctic Blades, they had me. I couldn’t wait to show those bastards what real players looked like.Coach put me in the startling lineup after my killer performance at practice. Guess all those extra drills, sleepless nights, and my absolute refusal to let anyone get too close paid off. “He is the best damn rookie I’ve ever trained.” I quote the coach as he announced last week Friday that our school was in the first fucking division of the NCAA.But you know what the best part was? Golden Boy himself would be leading our line. Mr. Perfect would watch me shine whether he wanted or not, and us playing together would give me every opportunity I needed to bring my plans to fruition.It was very unfortunate that Carter and I couldn’t sit together during the flight. I’d planned to tease him until he
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
Noah’s P.O.VI 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 to me
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
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
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,