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Chapter Eight: Aftertaste
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2026-04-16 14:34:32
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Jax woke up with a knot already twisting in his stomach. He dragged himself through his morning routine, splashing cold water on his face and staring at his reflection longer than usual. The memory of last night’s solo session still lingered like a bad aftertaste. He pulled on his practice gear mechanically, trying to lock everything down. Today he had to be normal. Grumpy, focused, untouchable. No slips. No staring at Elias.He drove to the rink in silence, music turned up loud enough to drown out his thoughts. When he stepped onto the ice, the usual chaos of his teammates greeted him — sticks clacking, loud trash talk, bodies slamming into boards during warm-up drills.“Thorne, you look like shit,” one of his linemates called out, grinning. “Late night?”Jax grunted, slamming a puck harder than necessary. “Mind your own fucking business and pass the damn puck.”He played grumpy the whole time, barking at anyone who missed a pass or skated too slow. Every time he glanced toward the f
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Elias stepped out of the back room looking perfectly put together, hair fixed, clothes straightened, a faint flush still lingering on his cheeks. No one would guess what had just happened behind that closed door. He slid onto a stool at the bar and ordered a fresh drink from the new bartender who had taken over Damon’s shift. The cold glass felt good against his palm. He took a slow sip, letting the alcohol settle, then caught Elara’s eye across the room and flashed her a small, satisfied smile.Elara was on the dance floor, moving easily with some guy who had his hands on her waist. She waved back, grinning, before turning her attention to her dance partner again.Elias’s phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced down and saw a message from his dad, Peter. He opened it.‘We are going to the Thorne’s house tomorrow evening after your early morning practice. Love you, Eli.’A deep frown creased Elias’s forehead. Thorne’s house? Of all the people his fathers could be connected to…Elara s
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Elias pushed off the ice with everything he had left. The second attempt at the higher triple axel felt different, cleaner, sharper. He launched higher than before, rotated tight in the air, and landed with a solid, satisfying edge. No wobble. No harness needed this time.Elara clapped loudly, skating over with a huge grin. “Yes! That’s what I’m talking about! You flew, superstar!”Coach watched from the boards, nodding with a rare smile. “That’s the height we needed. Good work today. That’ll be all for now, rest up. Qualifiers are coming fast.”Elias jumped in place like a kid, clapping his gloved hands against Elara’s. The relief felt sweet after yesterday’s failures. “Finally. You promised to take me out if I nailed it, and I’m in the mood right now. Let’s go.”They held hands and skated off the ice together, laughing as they went.Inside the locker room, Elias changed quickly, stuffing his gear into his bag. He headed for the exit, but had to step aside when the entire hockey team
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Jax stood in front of his dresser, half-dressed, holding the team hoodie like it might bite him. The clock on his nightstand said he should already be out the door, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Every time he pictured stepping onto the ice, the same loop played in his head: the dark corner at the party, Elias’s surprised eyes, the way their mouths had crashed together like they were trying to win an argument with lips instead of words.“I messed this up,” he muttered, voice rough. “Kissing him like that… fuck. How am I supposed to face him at the rink now?”He slumped back onto the bed, elbows on his knees, head heavy in his hands. The room felt too quiet. Too neat. Everything in its place, just like always, the way he kept his life so no one could find the cracks. But last night he’d made a new one, and it was staring right back at him.A soft knock broke the silence. The door opened before he could answer.May stepped in, purse already over her shoulder, ready for her day. “Jax?
Fragments on Ice Chapter Eight: Aftertaste
The car hummed along the highway, city lights streaking past in soft blurs of neon and gold. Elias sat slumped in the passenger seat, his face pale under the glow of the dashboard. His lips still tingled from the kiss, rough, angry, and way too good. He kept touching them without thinking, then dropping his hand like it burned.Elara kept one hand on the wheel and reached over with the other, rubbing slow circles on his back. “Hey… breathe. You look like you just saw a ghost.”“I wonder why he’d do that,” Elias muttered, voice quiet. “After all the shit he’s said about me. The names, the sneers, the whole ‘princess’ routine. Then he kisses me like… like that.”“Yeah, I know, right?” Elara glanced at him, her tone gentle but trying to keep things light. “Was he drunk? That’s the only thing that makes sense. Guys like him don’t just flip the switch unless something’s messing with their head.”“I think he was,” Elias said, though he wasn’t sure. The way Jax had looked at him, wild, almos
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The warehouse party pulsed with life downtown, far from the polished ice of the arena. Converted from an old industrial space, the venue had soaring ceilings strung with colorful LED strips and projection mapping that splashed vibrant queer art across brick walls. Bass-heavy music thrummed through the air, deep techno mixed with groovy house, while bodies moved on the makeshift dance floor. Modular lounge pods offered quieter corners for conversation, and the scent of sweat, cologne, and sweet cocktails hung heavy.Elias and Elara arrived fashionably late, both dressed casually sharp: Elias in fitted black jeans and a sleek silver button-down that hugged his lean skater’s build, Elara in a bold crop top and high-waisted pants that let her move freely. The invitation had promised a low-key queer night, but the energy felt electric, safe, freeing, and exactly what Elias needed after days of rink tension.“This is perfect,” Elara shouted over the music as they grabbed drinks from a glowi
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