FAZER LOGINNoah didn't stop walking. His chest felt tight, his pulse too fast, every breath scraping its way in and out of his lungs. He could still see it; Adrian sitting beside Eli's hospital bed as if he belonged there and Eli smiling up at him.Your boss is nice, Noah.The words Eli had said wouldn't leave him alone, and neither would the image of Adrian gently patting Eli's head. The candy was the worst part, not the smile, not even the medical bills. It was the strawberry candy because it meant Adrian had stayed long enough to talk to Eli and learn things about him. Long enough for Eli to trust him.Noah's hand tightened around the strap of his bag. He had built walls around Eli for years, protecting him from the grinding poverty that defined their lives. And in one visit, Adrian had dismantled them with nothing more than a bowl of candy and a few well-chosen words.Behind him, the film room door opened and footsteps approached him fast. He knew who it was without turning around."Heyes."
Noah hated the sound of the projector humming softly at the front of the room because it mirrored everything he was not. Steady, normal, calm. Nothing about him felt calm. He sat near the back of the film room with his elbows resting on his knees, his hands loosely clasped together, staring at the floor between his shoes. Around him, the team talked and laughed as they filed into their seats but Noah heard none of it because every time he blinked, he saw Adrian sitting beside his brother's bed in the hospital room, all tailored suit and and the dangerous ease with which he had looked like he belonged there, chatting with his little brother as if they were old friends."I simply came to ensure your catalyst was doing well."Noah's jaw tightened as he remembered the bowl of strawberry candies on the bedside table and Eli's excited face."Your brother likes strawberry candy."Adrian knowing that was somehow the worst part, because it meant he had talked to Eli, asked question and learne
It had been almost three weeks since Noah had last visited Eli, and the guilt had been sitting in his chest for days now, but every time he tried to find a free moment, something else happened. Training, classes, Adrian's assignments, Chase. So he came armed with bribes.A paper bag full of sweets sat in his hands as he stepped out of the elevator on the pediatric floor. Chocolate bars, strawberry gummies, and the caramel candies Eli liked. Noah smiled despite himself, the kid would forgive almost anything for sugar.The hallway smelled faintly of disinfectant and lemon-scented cleaning supplies. Nurses moved quietly between rooms. Noah walked toward Eli's room, already imagining the scolding he was about to receive."You forgot me.""You love hockey more than me.""I almost died waiting for you."He could hear it already, and he chuckled. He reached the door and took a breath, then he pushed it open and froze. Adrian Voss sat in the chair beside Eli's bed, while two men in dark suits
By the time Chase pushed through the doors, most of the team was already half-dressed. He kept his head down, jaw tight, hoping the flush still burning across his cheekbones would pass for cold from the early morning air. Noah was already there, lacing his skates on the far bench like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just had Chase bent over a desk with his fingers stretching him open and his cock teasing entry. Their eyes met for a split second and Noah’s mouth curved slightly before he looked away.“Captain’s here,” Tyler called.Chase forced a laugh, the sound rough in his throat. “Lace up. We’re running full ice today.”He changed quickly, keeping his back to the room as much as possible. His body still hummed with unfinished adrenaline and the blunt pressure of that thick cock against his ass, the low growl in his ear.Your ass is mine to fill, Captain. Chase took his first few strides on the ice, blades carving deep, pushing the burn in his thighs to drown out everything els
“The fuck..?” he cried out and threw his head back.His hands came to rest on Noah’s head involuntarily as Noah worked him like he’d been born for it, slow, teasing drags followed by deep, relentless swallows. He started off slowly at first while building pressure with his hands wrapped around Chase’s base, then he grabbed his ass and pulled him in deep, swallowing him entirely, encouraging him to thrust. His throat tightened, and for longer than a second, he just held him there, then he started to hum.The vibrations shot straight through Chase’s spine, and he looked down at Noah, eyes glazed over and dark with lust. Noah looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. He had no intention of moving.Chase groaned impatiently, “Move, you son of a…”He didn’t wait. He grabbed Noah’s hair in his fist and started moving. He started easily at first, but when Noah showed no sign of discomfort or gagging, he started ramming his meat into his mouth, burying himself deep in his throat. Noah took it b
Chase had confessed his feelings to Noah the day before, and the words still hadn’t settled properly inside him. They felt less like something he had said and more like something that had escaped him. Irreversible, uncontained, and still echoing somewhere between his ribs and his throat.He woke earlier than usual that morning because he couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t stay still. So he decided he needed something to ground him. He needed ice under his blades, he needed the cold bite of the rink, he needed something that wasn’t thought, and skating always did that. Coach had already warned the team that he might be running late, something about a meeting, something administrative, but Chase hadn’t waited around to find out the details.By the time he pulled into Yost, the sky was still pale with early light, the arena half-asleep in that strange way buildings got before the world fully decided to begin. He parked, grabbed his bag, and walked through the familiar corridors of the arena with t
The door closed with a soft, final click and silence, heavy and deliberate, pressed in the second Adrian Voss left, settling into the space. Even in his absence, his presence lingered, like the room had not quite adjusted yet. Noah did not move at first but his wrist was still aching faintly from t
Noah swallowed once, adjusting slightly where he stood. “The clause only works if the projections hold,” he said. “If they’re proven inaccurate, or manipulated, it weakens his position.”Chase frowned. “That’s not how…”“It is,” Noah cut in, sharper now, eyes flicking to Chase briefly before returni
Noah didn’t realize he had stopped breathing until the door began to open. The handle turned with a quiet, delibrate click and he noticed the shift in the room immediately, even before the man walked in. No one spoke, and there was no sudden movement, but the air tightened subtly in the charged atmo
For a split second, something flickered across Chase’s face. It was not confusion, but recognition. His brows lifted slightly, eyes narrowing just enough to sharpen his focus as he took Noah in. The restraints, the situation, the implications. There was a brief, almost imperceptible pause.“…Schola







