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Anti-Boyfriend Patch
publish date:
2025-12-16 22:02:25
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Owned on the Ice M/M Romance Honesty
Jamie’s mind crashed the second the name left Max’s lips.He was still folded in half — knees pressed tight to his own chest, legs spread obscenely wide, those stupid duck socks hovering on either side of Max’s head. He tried to twist, tried to pull his legs down.He was so full. Max buried to the hilt inside him, thick and throbbing, stretching him open in that overwhelming way that made his toes curl inside the ridiculous socks. The burn was intense, bordering on too much, but the pleasure was sharper, deeper, flooding every nerve. He tried to twist, tried to pull his legs down, panic and overwhelming sensation crashing together.“Max— wait, wait a minute—” Jamie gasped, voice cracking. “I can explain, please—”Max didn’t wait.He drove in harder, deeper, hips snapping forward with a punishing rhythm that stole the air from Jamie’s lungs. The stretch burned so good, every thrust dragging perfectly against that spot inside him that made white-hot sparks explode behind his eyes.“Tel
Owned on the Ice M/M Romance Bad Tasting Humans
They got back to Jamie’s dorm just after nine, the hallway quiet except for the distant hum of someone’s music. Max dropped his keys on the desk and flopped onto the bed with a tired but content groan. “You okay if I load up Brightvale?”Jamie nodded, pulse already racing. “Yeah.”The big TV bathed the small room in blue light. Jamie shuffled over and sat on the edge of the mattress, trying to look casual even though his heart was trying to punch its way out of his chest.Max glanced over, green eyes warm. “So you’ve really never played this?”Jamie looked away, focusing on his controller. “No. Never.”“Huh.” Max’s voice was thoughtful. “Just really seems like you would’ve played it.”Jamie’s stomach twisted. “Why?”Max shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. “Just a feeling.”Jamie avoided answering again, thumbs fidgeting on the controller as the game loaded. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until he finally asked, “What about your parents? You know my entire family his
Owned on the Ice M/M Romance Real Dates
Jamie stood in front of his tiny closet, heart doing stupid fluttering things in his chest.The dorm room was barely 12 by 12 feet — a cramped rectangle that suddenly felt even smaller with Max’s giant TV still dominating the desk and Max’s clothes mixed in with his own. Sharing such a small space with the guy you were about to go to dinner with had one major downside: Jamie couldn’t obsess over his outfit the way he wanted to. He couldn’t try on six different shirts and panic in the mirror without Max witnessing the sad, desperate display.Still, he tried.He settled on light, loose-fitting jeans and a soft navy sweater, sleeves rolled once. It wasn’t fancy, but it was better than the usual hoodie-and-sweats he wore in his dorm room. When he came back from the bathroom, Max was already dressed, leaning against the desk looking unfairly hot in a black button-down that hugged his broad shoulders and chest, sleeves rolled up to show those thick forearms, dark jeans, and boots. Jamie to
Owned on the Ice M/M Romance Real World
Jamie stood behind the glass in the press area, camera steady on his shoulder, trying to remind himself for the hundredth time that he was supposed to be filming the game, not just Max. The whole game.It was harder than it should have been.The Westlake Bears’ arena was loud and bright, the crowd roaring every time their team touched the puck. Jamie zoomed in on the ice, trying to capture the flow of play, but his lens kept drifting back to number 31 in the net.Max was playing like a man possessed.He had barely sat down all night. Every time the whistle blew, Max stayed on the ice, pushing through shifts that should have been Zach’s turn. Jamie knew why. Max was protecting his freshman teammate from having to play goal — something Zach had looked genuinely terrified about on the bus ride over.The Direwolves were up 4-2 midway through the second period, and it was mostly thanks to a few key players.Ryder was playing hard. He won six of his first eight faceoffs, threaded a perfect
Owned on the Ice M/M Romance One More Miracle
Max stood in front of the mirror in the visitors’ locker room, methodically taping his stick with the same focused precision he used for everything these days. The Westlake Bears’ arena hummed with pre-game energy on the other side of the wall — loud music, cheering fans, the sharp crack of warm-up shots. He rolled his shoulders, feeling the familiar weight of his pads settle into place.He needed another goalie goal tonight.He needed it.He’d come close twice in the last week. Once against Eastern, when he’d pinched up during a delayed penalty and nearly beat the opposing goalie on a long clear. The puck had rung off the post. Another time against State, he’d spotted the weak side and fired a perfect saucer pass that his winger just couldn’t finish. Every time he got close, the hunger in his chest sharpened.This wasn’t just about proving he belonged anymore. It was about proving there was only one goalie this team needed. Dane was gone, but Max still felt the pressure like a blad
Owned on the Ice M/M Romance One Week Later
Jamie woke to the soft click of a key turning in his door.He blinked slowly, still tangled in sheets that smelled like Max and himself. The room was dim with early morning light filtering through the blinds. A tall figure moved quietly inside, balancing two takeout coffee cups and a paper bag from the good breakfast place two blocks away.Max looked ridiculously good for someone who’d just come from working out at the crack of dawn — gray hoodie clinging to his broad shoulders, sweats hanging low on his hips, hair still damp. The faint bruise on his jaw was barely noticeable now. He glanced over and winced.“Shit, sorry. Did I wake you?”Jamie sat up, rubbing his eyes. “No. No, I’m pretty sure I was awake already.”Max snorted, clearly not believing him, and crossed to the bed. He handed Jamie one of the coffees and the bag. “Veggie breakfast burrito. Got the sauce you like.”Jamie took it, warmth spreading through his chest. “Thanks.”Max dropped onto the edge of the bed beside him,
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