로그인The cafeteria was already half taken over when Ryder got there.Most of the team had pushed a couple of long tables together near the windows, bags dumped at their feet, trays scattered with food like an invasion. It was loud in that familiar way—chairs scraping, voices overlapping, someone laughing too hard at something that wasn’t that funny.Ryder dropped into an open seat across from Beck, snagged a fork off an abandoned tray, and started stealing bites without asking.“Get your own,” Beck muttered.“Shut up,” Ryder said, already reaching again.A few minutes later, the doors swung open and Calloway walked in.Ryder felt it before he saw it. A subtle shift in the room. Heads turning. A couple of girls at a nearby table straightening without realizing they’d done it.Max waved immediately. “Calloway! Over here.”Traitor.Jax crossed the cafeteria easy and unhurried, dropped his bag at the end of the table, then turned toward the food line without a word.Ryder pretended not to watc
“Hayes?”Jax’s voice broke the silence like a weight.Ryder stayed where he was, kneeling with his head low, one hand still hovering uselessly where the door had been a moment ago. Then he inhaled, slowly and looked up.His gaze traveled before he could stop it.Long legs, powerful and too familiar, planted wide in the doorway. Sweatpants riding low on lean hips, the outline of a bulge beneath them, obvious. The hem of a worn T‑shirt clung where it shouldn’t, stretched across a chest that made the fabric look like it was working overtime.Ryder swallowed.Up higher, Jax’s shoulders filled the frame, relaxed in a way that felt deliberate. Not defensive. Not surprised. Like this was exactly what he’d expected to find.Ryder’s pulse kicked up, loud in his ears. From this angle, everything about Calloway felt amplified. The height, the breadth, the quiet control of him standing there while Ryder was on the floor.Fuck.“Uh,” Ryder said, forcing a casual expression. “Hey.”Jax’s mouth twit
Ryder made it through the rest of anatomy wishing he hadn't come.The lecture blurred together in clinical terms and projected diagrams, the professor’s voice steady as she talked through vertebrae and nerve pathways.He took notes he barely processed, nodded at things he already knew, kept his eyes firmly off the back of Jackson Calloway’s head. By the time class ended, Ryder’s jaw ached from clenching it.Practice that afternoon was brutal as always.If anatomy had put him on edge, the ice stripped him raw. Ryder skated like he was being hunted, every drill a chance to prove himself. Larsson barked for speed, for control, for stability, and Ryder threw his body into it like he could outrun the words themselves.He pushed hard, skating like something was on his heels. Every drill, every sprint, every collision—he went at it full tilt, lungs burning, legs screaming, refusing to ease up. Since Calloway arrived, it felt like rest was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Like if he slowed for ev
The next afternoon blurred by in the usual way.Campus was loud, voices ricocheting off concrete, backpacks slung low, shit quality music leaking from someone’s phone. He messed around with the guys outside the student center, shoulder-checking Beck just to get a rise out of him, then took off after Zach when he stole Ryder’s cap and made a break for it across the quad.“Give it back!” Ryder barked, grinning despite himself as Zach zigzagged through a cluster of freshmen.He was mid-chase, lungs burning pleasantly, when he spotted Jax.Calloway was heading toward the science building, pace easy, posture infuriatingly relaxed, like yesterday hadn’t happened at all. Like he hadn’t pressed his cock between Ryder's thighs and ruined his ability to think straight.Ryder slowed without meaning to.He told himself not to look.He looked.The line of Jax’s shoulders under a fitted hoodie. The way his stride rolled through his hips. The exact shape of his ass as he cut through the foot traffic
They stayed like that for a beat, just breathing.Jax’s chest was warm and solid against Ryder’s back, his hands still braced on Ryder’s hips like he needed the contact to steady himself. Heat lingered everywhere they touched. Shoulders, hips, thighs. Droplets clung to their skin, the small stall too close and too quiet in the aftermath.Ryder’s hands slid down from where he’d been braced against the wall, fingers trembling as they fell uselessly to his sides. His pulse was loud in his ears. He could feel Jax’s breath on the back of his neck, uneven and wrecked.“Hayes—” Jax started.“Hayes!” Connor’s voice cut in at the exact same moment, loud and abrasive, echoing off tile. “We’re leaving. Where the fuck are you?”Both of them froze.Ryder’s heart jumped straight into his throat. “I’m—” He swallowed, then yelled back, “I’m in the bathroom!”He tried to turn, panic spiking, the movement awkward and wrong with Jax still pressed between his thighs.“Back off,” Ryder hissed under his br
Jax’s mouth crushed against his, hot and unyielding. Ryder didn’t think, couldn’t think. His back hit the cold stall wall hard enough to rattle the metal, a shocked sound breaking from his throat before Jax swallowed it with another kiss.Ryder let it happen.Let Jax take his face in both hands, let him press their bodies together until steam and skin and heat blurred into one overwhelming pull. He grasped blindly for balance, one hand hitting Jax’s shoulder, fingers digging in, the other braced uselessly behind him against the wall.Jax kissed like he played; relentless, controlled, decisive.His tongue moved against Ryder’s with a hunger that made his knees soften, his breath stumble. Their chests collided with every inhale, slick skin sliding, burning, sparking everywhere they touched. Ryder’s cock throbbed against Jax’s thigh, and the low grunt Jax let out shot straight through him.Jax crowded him further, hips pinning Ryder to the wall as if there were no space in the world exce
Lukas dug around in the dark until his fingers closed over the fake rock tucked beside the steps. This idiot never changed his hiding place. He popped the key free, shoved it into the lock, and shouldered his way inside. His phone buzzed nonstop in his pocket. By the time the door clicked shut be
The first few minutes were all sharp noise and the glare of cameras, but Aiden soon seemed to forget about the attention. His shoulders loosened, his posture no longer stiff as he leaned forward to follow the play. Lukas explained a few of the set-ups in his usual animated fashion, tossing in jokes
Nathan was taller than Lukas remembered, broader in the shoulders, his hair shorter now and flecked with gray at the temples. The shadows in the hall softened nothing. His eyes still carried that same sharp edge, the one that used to cut Lukas wide open when he was younger and stupid enough to thin
Lukas’s breath came rough and uneven, his body thrumming with anticipation as he slicked his fingers, pressing them between Aiden’s thighs. Aiden didn’t flinch, didn’t tense, his eyes locked on Lukas like he wanted to watch every reaction.Lukas watched the way Aiden’s chest rose as he pushed a fi







