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Palate Cleansers

Penulis: E L Simon
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-11-09 01:52:11

The flight to Seattle was uneventful, just how Lukas liked it. A few hours of quiet, noise-canceling headphones, and half-napping against the window with the hood of his Stormriders sweatshirt tugged over his eyes. By the time they landed, it was early evening, and the city was painted in grays and golds.

They were bussed from the airport straight to the arena. Jess, their team manager, led them inside and gave them a couple of hours to kill before the evening skate. Instead of heading to the l
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  • 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,

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Ghosts

    Jamie was a really good tutor. He explained complicated stats concepts like they were the simplest things in the world, breaking them down into small, logical pieces with that quiet, focused voice. Every time he leaned over the notebook to scribble something, the oversized hoodie slipped off one shoulder and Max’s brain short-circuited for a second.He’s like a sexy teacher at the start of an old porno, Max thought, biting the inside of his cheek. Except this one’s real and I’m not allowed to bend him over the desk.Jamie bit the end of his pen while he thought, brows furrowed in concentration. It was criminal. Max wanted to pull the pen out with his teeth.“You’re doing great,” Jamie said softly, tapping the page. “See? Once you separate the variables like this, the rest falls into place.”Max nodded, pretending to focus on the numbers. He was actually focusing on the way Jamie’s dark hair fell into his eyes, the small furrow between his brows, the way his tongue darted out to wet h

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