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Delusional, Or Not?
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Noah’s P.O.VThe second the door slammed behind Dorian, I let out a sharp exhale that almost made my lungs burn. My back was still pressed against the wall and it felt as though if I tried to move, my legs would give out beneath me because they had turned to jelly. To make matters worse, I was still hard.The room felt like it was spinning, like the air had been vacuumed out, and all that was left was the scent of him–sweat, mind, and stupidly cheap cologne.My fingers twitched at my sides.I–Fuck.Before I could think better of it, I pressed the heel of my palm over my jeans, just enough to feel the heat of it. My whole body jerked, the sensitivity almost painful. But at the same time, it felt good. Almost too good. My breath hitched and I gritted my teeth because this was humiliating. Because it was his fault. Because my body was betraying me in the worst fucking way.I squeezed over the denim, just once, to make my hardon go away. But the pressure sent a bolt of pleasure up my spi
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Dorian’s P.O.VNoah Carter was a fucking corward.I’d known it since we were kids, Knew it when he watched me get my face shoved into a toilet, when he saw those rich little pricks lay into me and did nothing. I’d known it when he swallowed his words instead of standing up for me, choosing to save face instead.And now, years later, nothing had changed.He was still biting his tongue and pretending like he didn’t want my hands on him. Like he hadn’t leaked in his jeans just minutes ago. The dude was so responsive, it would be embarrassing if the sight didn’t make me want to cum untouched.“I’m straight, Hayes.” The words echoed in my brain as I stormed back toward my dorm, my hands clenched into fists and my teeth grinding in anger. He was such a bad liar. Honestly, I should be feeling fucking smug right now. I had him exactly where I wanted–desperate, squirming under the influence of his own desire for me. He’d practically fucking whimpered in my hands.But all I could think about w
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Noah's P.O.VDorian was gone.He kissed me and fucking left.I was still standing in the same spot with my lips tingling and my face burning up like I had a fever. I swallowed hard and touched my lips. it felt like I could still feel his lips on mine.Or more importantly, his fucking lip ring.I hadn't noticed he was wearing it until he kissed me. the cool metal had caught between our lips for half a second, just long enough to send a sharp jolt of heat straight down to my spine. it was unfair. Dorian Hayes was already a menace of the ice, but now he was out here, wearing a lip ring, looking like that, and kissing me.Honestly, this kiss felt different than the other ones he'd given me. as unexpected as it usually was, it had followed a goodbye, yet the kiss didn't feel like Dorian was telling me bye. it felt like a promise of a new dawn where I was his to toy with and my body won't ever be able to say no.Letting out a long sigh, I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed to stop thinking abo
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Noah's P.O.VA shadow moved over me and I blinked up, still disoriented, only to see Dorian crouch beside me, his eyes squinted in his helmet. "You okay?"I groaned and rolled onto my side. "I'm fine.""You're sure? Did you hit your head? you went down like a pile of bricks and--""Hayes," I gave him a pointed look, ignoring how warm my chest felt at how fast he skated over. "I'm not made of glass." I was already embarrassed enough, but having Hayes of all people fuss over me? that was worse than the fall because it'd only make my heart read more into it."But you fell hard." he insisted and reached a gloved hand towards me and grabbed my arm. my chest burned and I tried to shove his hand only for him to ignore me, grab my elbow and haul me up to my knees."Get your hands off me, man." I pushed him away with a glare. "I said I'm fine."Dorian's eyes dimmed for a second and his jaw clenched as if he was holding back some smart-ass comment, then he pushed out a breath and his expressio
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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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Noah's P.O.V A week after that book conference, I had just finished my last class of the day and was making my way down the corridor, contemplating a day in the gym to test how strong my knees had gotten, that's even if they healed at all, when a rough hand grabbed my arm and yanked me sideways. My back hit the wall of an empty classroom before I even had time to react. My brain stuttered, heart slamming into my ribs as I half-expected to see Dorian standing there, green eyes glaring at me. But it was Jaxon and he looked furious than I'd ever seen him in my life. “When the fuck were you planning to tell me?" He was breathing hard, eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place, and my first instinct was to shove him off me. “What the hell is your problem?” I demanded, shaking off my disorientation. “Jesus, Jax, what is—” “The locks,” He stepped closer, his sneakers squeaking on the tile. “The locks to your apartment, Noah. They’ve been changed.” For a moment, I just blinked at
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Noah’s P.O.VEver since that game that punched our ticket to regionals, the one I didn’t even play in, I’d felt ths weird, jittery freedom. Sure, Dad had slashed my allowance to practically nothing, and I wouldn’t be sitting through Mom’s stiff, overcooked birthday dinner this year, pretending to be Easton Carter’s perfect golden boy. My knee still throbbed sometimes, a dull ache that flared anything I shifted wrong. But honestly, I didn’t care as much as I thought I would. No alllowance meant I’d run lean on food, but I could scrape by. And that birthday dinner was something I’d always hated–sitting there with a fake smile, choking down dry roast while surrounded by dad’s businessmen and sportsmen that he never failed to parade me in front of them. So yeah, screw it. On the bright side, this injury I had brought me time. Time to crack open books and sink into beautiful fictional worlds without the weight of captain duties crushing my chest. I felt free, like a bird finally flapping
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Dorian’s P.O.VI crouched behind a stack of gear bags, sweat still clinging to my neck from the game we just fucking smashed. My chest was heaving, high off the win, but I was here searching for Noah because he vanished after the final buzzer. Seeing the man towering over him come into view with Noah just standing there, arms crossed, head-dipped low, and looking like a kicked puppy instead of the smug, golden-boy captain I was used to hating, my throat worked with difficulty and it became increasingly hard to just stand by but I knew I needed to see and hear this.“You are a goddamn embarrassment, Noah,” the guy snarled, his voice gravelly and spiteful. From where I was, I could see his face which was literally an older and more refined version of Noah's. They had the same blue eyes, only his held disdain for a son he was supposed to love while Noah's held...emptiness. “I drove six hours to watch you play, and what do I get? Useless excuses from you. Concussion and a Knee sprain? eve
