~Us watching it go in and out together >>>~ Arcane POV: The night settled around me like a comforting shroud as I returned home, the echoes of the party still reverberating in my thoughts. The laughter, the music—it all felt like a distant memory, fading into the background as I stepped into the tranquility of my own space. The warm water of the shower was a soothing balm, washing away the remnants of the night. As I stood beneath the steady stream, I let my mind wander, retracing the steps of the evening. Ethan's presence lingered in my thoughts, his words a gentle echo in the recesses of my mind. Once I had changed into my pajamas and nestled into the familiar embrace of my bed, my hand seemed to move of its own accord, reaching for the mobile phone that lay beside me. The screen stared back, its unyielding emptiness a stark reminder of the silence that had settled between Xavier and me. It had been months since our last conversation, the passage of time marked only by the day
~Euphoria take over me when your tongue dance on my body.~ Arcane POV: Another year slipped away in the blink of an eye, and here I stood, on the precipice of high school graduation. It was a milestone that I had never imagined reaching without Mom by my side, her absence a constant ache that refused to fade. And then there was Xavier, a presence that still lingered in the recesses of my thoughts, despite the silence that had settled between us. As I watched my classmates buzz with anticipation, their excitement mingling with nervous energy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. It was as though I was moving through the motions, the weight of the past still clinging to me. The ceremony itself was a blur of gowns and caps, a sea of faces that seemed to meld together. The applause, the speeches—they all felt like distant echoes, reverberating in a space that I no longer fully occupied. I walked across the stage, the diploma a tangible symbol of an achievement that felt bit
~Baby, your pleasure is my priority.~ Xavier POV: I was getting a call from my Dad. I smiled as I saw his name on the screen and I went to the dressing room to answer his call. As I heard my dad's voice on the other end of the line, a wave of warmth washed over me. It had been too long since we last spoke, and hearing his familiar tone brought a sense of comfort. "Hello, Dad," I greeted, unable to contain the smile that tugged at my lips. "I'm doing well. Training's intense, but I'm giving it my all." I could sense the pride in his voice. "That's my boy. I knew you'd give it your best. I've been keeping up with your progress online. You're making quite the impression." His words were a balm to my determination. Knowing that he was watching from afar, cheering me on, gave me an extra boost of motivation. "Thanks, Dad." I couldn't help but seize the opportunity. "You know, there's a game coming up. Why don't you come to it? I would love to see you." The only game that I played i
~Pretty please.~Arcane POV: The room felt different, like a chapter closing. Tomorrow, I'd be on a plane, leaving this place behind. I couldn't predict when I'd return, and it certainly wouldn't be anytime soon. My gaze swept across the room, each corner holding a memory. Here was where Xavier and I shared that kiss, a sweet moment in time. There, he lounged on my bed, playfully teasing me. And it was this very room where he saved me from my darkest moments, bringing me back from the edge. Tears threatened, but I blinked them away, resolute. I zipped up my suitcase, sealing in the fragments of the past. The room stood still, a silent witness to a part of my life that was coming to an end. I took one last look, trying to etch every detail into my memory. Then, with a final sigh, I turned away, ready to face the unknown that awaited me. The room felt heavy, like a bundle of memories tugging at my heart. Leaving meant closing a chapter that had given me so much - a fatherly figure i
~Give me a hickey where only we can find them.~Arcane POV:Stepping onto the bustling campus of the University felt like entering a different world. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation, and I couldn't help but be swept up in the energy. This was it – a fresh start, a blank canvas waiting to be painted with new experiences, friendships, and knowledge.As the days unfolded, I threw myself into the whirlwind of university life. The first week was a kaleidoscope of orientations, campus tours, and the flurry of faces that would soon become familiar. Eveeryone was nice here and I wanted to befriend them all.One afternoon, while trying to find my way through the labyrinth of buildings, I met Luca. His laughter echoed down the hall, drawing my attention."Hey there!" they exclaimed, extending a hand. "I'm Luca. Lost too?"I chuckled, shaking their hand. "Definitely. This place is like a maze."We struck up a conversation about the art installation on the quad, and within minutes
~I want to be fu*ked and loved by you, for the rest of my life.~3 years later;Xavier POV:The ice rink glistened under the bright arena lights, a frozen stage set for our performance. The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I glided onto the ice, the familiar scrape of my skates echoing in the empty rink. This was where I belonged, where every stride, every pass, held the promise of victory.As the team captain, the weight of responsibility sat comfortably on my shoulders. It wasn't just about winning; it was about leading my teammates, motivating them to push beyond their limits. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a blend of excitement and nerves."Let's own this, Xav!" Mark, my fellow forward, slapped me on the back, his eyes gleaming with determination.I shot him a quick grin, our unspoken understanding a testament to the years we'd spent perfecting our synergy on the ice. With a swift flick, I sent the puck hurtling towards the goal, the goalie's glove barely able to deflect i
~When its good, you are shaking.~Xavier POV:The familiar scent of home enveloped me as I stepped through the front door. It was a comforting blend of my dad's cooking, the wood of the furniture, and the subtle perfume that always lingered in the air. It was good to be back."Dad, I'm home!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house.Moments later, his head popped out from the kitchen, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Xavier! It's about time you showed up. I was starting to think you'd forgotten where you live!"I laughed, crossing the room to give him a bear hug. "Trust me, Dad, I could never forget this place. It's good to be back, though."He clapped me on the back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you better get used to it. Look how much weight you have lost. You better prepare yourself to bulk up.""I am focusing on my muscles, Dad. I cannot bulk up. It will be hard for me to play on the ice." I said to him playfully, "Or you want you son to fall on his ass
~My mouth wants to do naughty things to you.~Arcane's POV:The glow of my phone illuminated the dim room, casting an eerie shadow against the walls. The headlines screamed from the screen, a harsh juxtaposition to the silence that now enveloped me."Xavier Jones: From Ice to Fists." The words seemed to taunt me, each letter a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm matching the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.When I saw the image of Xavier, his face contorted in anger, it was like a punch to the gut. This wasn't the man I knew. The Xavier I remembered was composed, controlled, a master of his emotions. This was a stranger, a fractured reflection of the person I held in my heart.And then, I saw the face of the other person involved – Ethan. The name alone sent shivers down my spine. It was a name I hadn't spoken or thought of in years, a name buried beneath layers of time and distance.My grip tightened on the phone, knuckles tur
~I want you fu*king so bad.~Arcane POV:A year had passed since my graduation, and I found myself seated in the sleek boardroom of Jones Corporation. The transition from student life to the corporate world had been seamless, thanks to the opportunity extended to me by Vincent, a man whose generosity knew no bounds.From the moment I set foot in the company, I was determined to not only meet the expectations placed on me but to surpass them. The debt of gratitude I owed to Vincent was one I could never fully repay, but I was determined to try. My dedication to my work became my way of expressing the profound appreciation that lived in my heart.In the boardroom, I exuded a professional demeanor that had become synonymous with my presence in the company. Precision and attention to detail were the cornerstones of my approach to any task, no matter how big or small. Every report, every presentation was a testament to the meticulousness that defined my work ethic."Good morning, Ms. Mille
~Shhh... be a good girl and keep quiet.~ Arcane POV: Maya's eyes sparkled with mischief as she observed me, her curiosity uncontainable. "So, what's going on between you two?" I took a deep breath, knowing that I couldn't keep this a secret any longer. Maya was my closest friend, and she deserved to know the truth. "We... dated," I began, my voice steady but tinged with a vulnerability I couldn't hide. Her eyes widened in surprise, a gasp escaping her lips. "You and Xavier? Seriously?" I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yeah. It was back in high school." Maya's excitement was palpable, her teasing grin spreading from ear to ear. "Oh my god! Why didn't you ever tell me?" "It just... didn't come up," I replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into my tone. It wasn't that I had purposely kept it from her; it was simply a part of my past that I hadn't revisited in years. She leaned in closer, her curiosity practically radiating off her. "Okay, spill the details. How did
~My mouth wants to do naughty things to you.~Arcane's POV:The glow of my phone illuminated the dim room, casting an eerie shadow against the walls. The headlines screamed from the screen, a harsh juxtaposition to the silence that now enveloped me."Xavier Jones: From Ice to Fists." The words seemed to taunt me, each letter a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm matching the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.When I saw the image of Xavier, his face contorted in anger, it was like a punch to the gut. This wasn't the man I knew. The Xavier I remembered was composed, controlled, a master of his emotions. This was a stranger, a fractured reflection of the person I held in my heart.And then, I saw the face of the other person involved – Ethan. The name alone sent shivers down my spine. It was a name I hadn't spoken or thought of in years, a name buried beneath layers of time and distance.My grip tightened on the phone, knuckles tur
~When its good, you are shaking.~Xavier POV:The familiar scent of home enveloped me as I stepped through the front door. It was a comforting blend of my dad's cooking, the wood of the furniture, and the subtle perfume that always lingered in the air. It was good to be back."Dad, I'm home!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house.Moments later, his head popped out from the kitchen, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Xavier! It's about time you showed up. I was starting to think you'd forgotten where you live!"I laughed, crossing the room to give him a bear hug. "Trust me, Dad, I could never forget this place. It's good to be back, though."He clapped me on the back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you better get used to it. Look how much weight you have lost. You better prepare yourself to bulk up.""I am focusing on my muscles, Dad. I cannot bulk up. It will be hard for me to play on the ice." I said to him playfully, "Or you want you son to fall on his ass
~I want to be fu*ked and loved by you, for the rest of my life.~3 years later;Xavier POV:The ice rink glistened under the bright arena lights, a frozen stage set for our performance. The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I glided onto the ice, the familiar scrape of my skates echoing in the empty rink. This was where I belonged, where every stride, every pass, held the promise of victory.As the team captain, the weight of responsibility sat comfortably on my shoulders. It wasn't just about winning; it was about leading my teammates, motivating them to push beyond their limits. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a blend of excitement and nerves."Let's own this, Xav!" Mark, my fellow forward, slapped me on the back, his eyes gleaming with determination.I shot him a quick grin, our unspoken understanding a testament to the years we'd spent perfecting our synergy on the ice. With a swift flick, I sent the puck hurtling towards the goal, the goalie's glove barely able to deflect i
~Give me a hickey where only we can find them.~Arcane POV:Stepping onto the bustling campus of the University felt like entering a different world. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation, and I couldn't help but be swept up in the energy. This was it – a fresh start, a blank canvas waiting to be painted with new experiences, friendships, and knowledge.As the days unfolded, I threw myself into the whirlwind of university life. The first week was a kaleidoscope of orientations, campus tours, and the flurry of faces that would soon become familiar. Eveeryone was nice here and I wanted to befriend them all.One afternoon, while trying to find my way through the labyrinth of buildings, I met Luca. His laughter echoed down the hall, drawing my attention."Hey there!" they exclaimed, extending a hand. "I'm Luca. Lost too?"I chuckled, shaking their hand. "Definitely. This place is like a maze."We struck up a conversation about the art installation on the quad, and within minutes
~Pretty please.~Arcane POV: The room felt different, like a chapter closing. Tomorrow, I'd be on a plane, leaving this place behind. I couldn't predict when I'd return, and it certainly wouldn't be anytime soon. My gaze swept across the room, each corner holding a memory. Here was where Xavier and I shared that kiss, a sweet moment in time. There, he lounged on my bed, playfully teasing me. And it was this very room where he saved me from my darkest moments, bringing me back from the edge. Tears threatened, but I blinked them away, resolute. I zipped up my suitcase, sealing in the fragments of the past. The room stood still, a silent witness to a part of my life that was coming to an end. I took one last look, trying to etch every detail into my memory. Then, with a final sigh, I turned away, ready to face the unknown that awaited me. The room felt heavy, like a bundle of memories tugging at my heart. Leaving meant closing a chapter that had given me so much - a fatherly figure i
~Baby, your pleasure is my priority.~ Xavier POV: I was getting a call from my Dad. I smiled as I saw his name on the screen and I went to the dressing room to answer his call. As I heard my dad's voice on the other end of the line, a wave of warmth washed over me. It had been too long since we last spoke, and hearing his familiar tone brought a sense of comfort. "Hello, Dad," I greeted, unable to contain the smile that tugged at my lips. "I'm doing well. Training's intense, but I'm giving it my all." I could sense the pride in his voice. "That's my boy. I knew you'd give it your best. I've been keeping up with your progress online. You're making quite the impression." His words were a balm to my determination. Knowing that he was watching from afar, cheering me on, gave me an extra boost of motivation. "Thanks, Dad." I couldn't help but seize the opportunity. "You know, there's a game coming up. Why don't you come to it? I would love to see you." The only game that I played i
~Euphoria take over me when your tongue dance on my body.~ Arcane POV: Another year slipped away in the blink of an eye, and here I stood, on the precipice of high school graduation. It was a milestone that I had never imagined reaching without Mom by my side, her absence a constant ache that refused to fade. And then there was Xavier, a presence that still lingered in the recesses of my thoughts, despite the silence that had settled between us. As I watched my classmates buzz with anticipation, their excitement mingling with nervous energy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment. It was as though I was moving through the motions, the weight of the past still clinging to me. The ceremony itself was a blur of gowns and caps, a sea of faces that seemed to meld together. The applause, the speeches—they all felt like distant echoes, reverberating in a space that I no longer fully occupied. I walked across the stage, the diploma a tangible symbol of an achievement that felt bit