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Whistle and Blade

Author: E L Simon
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-08 06:21:28

The ice was too bright. It always was under the arena lights. Clean and blinding and merciless.

Milo lingered by the tunnel entrance, pretending to stretch, crouched low with one knee pressed to the cold concrete. He wasn’t officially out for warmups yet, but standing by the edge of the boards gave him a few extra seconds to breathe, to watch.

Around him, the buzz of pre-game routine filled the rink: blades slicing the ice, sticks cracking against boards, the hollow thud of warm-up pucks being fired at the net. The crowd was already thick in the stands.

More than usual, even for preseason.

Charity games always drew a strange blend of die-hard fans and corporate donors, and the arena throbbed with restless energy. Chatter, laughter, cheers, the occasional bang of a drum or blast of music. All of it blurred into a wall of sound that pressed against Milo’s skin. It made everything louder. More vivid. More exposed.

He moved carefully, focused on keeping his breathing even, his express
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  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Marked

    Milo couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t accept it.That had just happened.Ethan Doyle. Hammer of the Stormriders, brawler of the league, absolute wall of sculpted muscle and menace, had just put his lips on Milo’s neck. Twice.And Milo had nearly cum in his jeans.The warmth, the pressure, the feel of Ethan’s breath against his skin, it was going to replay in his head forever. Branded into him.And the moment Ethan left this room? Milo already knew he’d be fumbling beneath his waistband with that memory burning behind his eyes.“Now you just need some scratches on your back, think you can do those yourself?”He cleared his throat, answering the question he barely remembered hearing. “I… I don’t think I can reach my back properly.”Ethan ran a hand through his hair and exhaled like it hurt. “Right,” he said. “Sit on the bed.”Milo’s knees felt like they didn’t belong to him, but he obeyed, crossing the room on legs that barely held steady. He sat anxiously on the edge of the bed, his breat

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   On the Edge of Something

    He strode toward Milo, and as he did, the rookie stiffened like he expected to be struck.That sight alone made something twist and burn deep in Ethan’s gut. Fuckin' Vultures. He’d seen them messing with the kid in the parking lot like it was routine but clearly that wasn’t all they did.He stopped a few feet short, jaw tight, crossing his arms over his chest. Deliberately dialed down his usual posture—the squared shoulders, the full-body intensity he used to intimidate half the league. He let his voice fall softer.“Relax. I’m not gonna hit you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “And no one’s sucking any dicks tonight. Just… putting that out there.”Milo blinked up at him, still wary. Still not convinced.Ethan huffed a breath, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Look, I’m not great at the whole comfort thing. But I’ve got an idea. Something to help you blend in with your team. Might get those assholes off your back.”Milo’s bright blue eyes lifted to his.Hesitant. Curious. Des

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   The Door

    Silence hung between them.Heavy. Crushing. Sobering.Milo stood with his back still turned, eyes fixed on the shadows stretched across the hotel carpet, trying to pretend he hadn’t just said what he said. But the words hung there. Soft and raw and irreversible.I’m gay.He couldn’t believe he’d said it. Not here. Not like this.Not in front of Ethan Doyle, the most dangerous man he’d ever met. The living embodiment of masculinity, of every brutal force Milo had spent his life avoiding.His body screamed to move. To run. To shut the door.But it wouldn’t obey.His throat burned. His chest ached. Tears, hot and unwelcome, blurred his vision. The last thing he wanted was to turn around and show Ethan even more weakness. More proof. More ammunition.Maybe Ethan had already left.Or maybe... maybe Milo could just reach behind him. Nudge the door shut without ever looking back. Without seeing those dark, stupidly mesmerizing eyes again.Just the thought of that gaze lit something in him on

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Feral Mercy

    Milo stayed frozen against the alley wall, the rough brick biting into his shoulders, his lungs drawing in shallow, uneven breaths.Logan’s retreating footsteps echoed off the stone as he fled. He looked like a wounded dog escaping the jaws of something bigger, and hungrier.But Milo was still there.Still trapped in the silence.Still in the sights of the thing that had scared Logan off.Ethan Doyle hadn’t moved, but it felt like he took up the entire alley. The air thickened with him in it, his shadow stretching longer than it should’ve. Milo dared a glance upward.Those eyes met his.Dark and rimmed in tension, with something deeper burning beneath. Anger, heat, something harder to name.“So the Vultures are eating each other now?” Ethan sneered, his voice low and dangerous. “Stupid, savage birds. Tearing each other apart like cannibals.”His mouth curled in contempt, and Milo’s stomach clenched hard.He thought about backing away, just sliding down the alley like a ghost. But he d

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Snared

    "Laskey."Milo froze, mid-step.His name echoed like a slap against concrete. Low, drawn out, threaded with something dangerous.He kept his head down. Hood low. He took another step, like maybe ignoring it would be enough to pass through the moment untouched.It wasn’t.“Where you been skulking off to, huh?” Logan’s voice followed him like smoke. “Looking to get fucked by some dark alley stranger?"Another long exhale. The bitter scent reached Milo’s nose, and he wrinkled it, disgust rising with the burn in his sinuses."Bet you’d love to be someone’s little bitch right here in the shadows.”Milo's heart started to race, pounding in a wild, unsteady rhythm. Panic crawled over his skin, and his breath shortened, shallow, sharp inhales that couldn’t quite fill his chest.He tried to leave. Quickly. But footsteps followed.“Hey—are you ignoring me, Laskey?”Milo’s pulse jumped like he’d been shocked. His fingers twitched at his sides. Every muscle screamed to run, but running would only

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Ghost in the Glass

    Milo pulled his hoodie back on, fingers trembling slightly as he tugged the sleeves down. The mirror in the hotel bathroom was too bright, too honest. He stared at his reflection for a long moment.His white-blond hair was already starting to curl with sweat, the strands stark and almost glowing under the fluorescent lights. It made him stand out, like always. Like a target. He pulled the hood up over it and yanked it low.His skin, pale like his mother’s Scandinavian complexion, looked even more washed out than usual. Beneath his eyes, faint shadows had started to form. His lips, already a little too pink, too soft, were bitten raw. He hadn’t even realized he’d done it.He looked like someone who didn’t belong. On the team. In this hotel. In his own body.He yanked the hood lower and turned away, refusing to meet his own eyes again.The hallway was silent as he left his room. He kept his head down, shoulders hunched as he stepped into the elevator. His pulse tapped anxiously in his t

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