Mag-log inChapter 80“It was a fucking sexy request.”The words were still hanging in the air when Raphael’s fist tightened around his cock and started moving his hand in a rhythm. A low, rough groan rolled out of his chest as his eyes dragged over Liam’s half-naked body, cum-streaked stomach, the dazed but hungry look on his face.“Do you know how fucking sexy you look when you say shit like that?” Raphael’s voice was already fraying at the edges. His hand worked in long, steady strokes, the head of his cock disappearing into his fist and reappearing shiny with precum. “When you look at my cock with that much fucking lust? Fuuuck—”He bit the word of, hips giving a small, involuntary thrust into his own grip.“It’s like you fucking adore it. Like you want my cock in your mouth so bad you can already taste it. Fuck, Liam. I want my cock in your mouth, pretty boy. I want to fuck that pretty mouth until you’re choking on it. Then I want to flip you over and fuck your ass. Would you let me? Would
Chapter 79Reality settled over him in heavy layers.He had just come by a man’s mouth.Raphael’s mouth.His roommate. His teammate. The guy who had been driving him insane for months now.Liam’s face burned. He turned his head slightly toward the pillow, staring at nothing, while his mind spun in circles. I let him suck me off. I came on his face. I moaned like that. I begged and now I’m lying here with my cock out and his spit still drying on me and I—He swallowed hard. The panic was there, sharp and real, but underneath it was something quieter and far more confusing: he didn’t want to take it back.Raphael was still kneeling between his legs, watching him with those dark, steady eyes. After a moment he shifted, wiping the last of Liam’s cum from his cheek with the back of his hand before resting both palms lightly on Liam’s thighs.“Hey,” he said, voice low. “You went quiet on me.”Liam’s throat worked. He couldn’t quite meet Raphael’s gaze yet.Raphael’s thumbs stroked once ove
Chapter 78Raphael’s hand slid under the waistband of Liam’s shorts without another word. Liam’s breath hitched at the contact. Raphael didn’t rush. He simply worked Liam’s cock free from the confines of his pants.For a long moment he just looked at it.Liam’s cock was flushed dark, already leaking at the tip, the head shiny and swollen. It rested heavy in Raphael’s palm, twitching under the weight of that open stare. Raphael’s eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, the expression on his face pure, hungry appreciation. Like he was memorizing every vein, every inch.Liam’s face burned. He had never been looked at like that before—never had another man hold him so openly, so deliberately. The vulnerability of it made his stomach flip even as his cock jerked in Raphael’s grip.Raphael finally moved his hand. The first stroke was slow and deliberate. He gave a long stroke from base to tip, thumb dragging over the wet head on the upstroke, spreading the precum that kept beading there. Liam’
Chapter 77The apartment door had barely swung shut behind them when Liam twisted the deadbolt with a sharp click.The sound hadn’t even finished echoing before Raphael moved.One second Liam was turning, keys still in his hand. The next, his back hit the door hard enough to rattle the frame. Raphael’s forearm braced across his chest, pinning him there, the full weight of a professional athlete caging him in. The keys slipped from Liam’s fingers and clattered to the floor.“Fuck—”Raphael didn’t give him room to finish. He leaned in, nose brushing the shell of Liam’s ear, and dragged in a slow, deliberate inhale like he was breathing him in. The tip of his tongue followed, wet and hot, tracing the line from Liam’s pulse point up to the soft skin just beneath his ear.Liam’s entire body jerked.“You’ve been asking for this,” Raphael murmured, voice low and rough, the words vibrating against Liam’s skin. “Every time you blushed when they clapped you on the back. Every time you let them
CHAPTER 76The heavy double doors of the equipment room clicked shut, sealing out the echo of slamming locker doors and running showers down the hall.Liam stood inside the narrow room, surrounded by shelves of spare helmets and racks of sticks, pretending to be deeply fascinated by a roll of white blade tape. In reality, his blood was roaring in his ears, his pulse hammering a erratic rhythm against his ribs.He was losing his mind. He was officially, completely losing his mind.The door swung open, and Raphael stepped inside carrying his shoulder pads. The second Raphael saw Liam standing there alone, his dark eyes sharpened, a slow, knowing smirk curving his lips. He let the heavy pads drop onto a metal rack with a thud.Liam snapped. He dropped the tape, stepping into Raphael’s space and jabbing a finger directly into his chest."Are you out of your absolute mind?!" Liam hissed, his voice pitched low so it wouldn't carry through the wall, though every drop of restraint in his body
CHAPTER 75Liam took a slow, grounding breath and stepped right into the middle of the room. He tossed his glove onto the center bench, letting it hit the wood with a loud thwack to drag everyone’s attention back to him.Alright, Lannister, he thought to himself, adjusting the collar of his jersey. Time to act like you actually lead this circus."Alright, listen up," Liam called out, his voice cutting through the noise easily. He leaned against the central whiteboard frame, resting his good arm over the top, bringing his signature mix of cool authority and sharp snark. "You all heard Coach. The charity fair disaster is done. We leave the broken booth, the bad press, and the noise right there in the past."A few guys nodded, though Marcus pulled a guilty face on the bench."The Shadow Reapers think they rattled us," Liam continued, a slight, mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And let's be honest—half of you looked like you forgot how to skate after two weeks off. I h
Liam’s eyes snapped open at 4:07 AM, the same time his internal alarm had gone off for years. The room was still dark, the city outside the window quiet except for the occasional distant hum of traffic. He lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before the weight of the new realit
Liam paced the length of his apartment like an animal on heat, the city lights glittering mockingly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The victory high from last night had curdled into something sour and heavy in his chest. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Raphael’s voice, low, mocking, f
The locker room smelled like sweat, icy gel, and adrenaline. Liam Lannister sat on the bench, lacing his skates with sharp, precise tugs, jaw tight as he listened to the distant roar of the crowd filtering through the tunnel.Frostbite Wolves versus Shadow Reapers. The biggest rivalry in the league
The bass thumped through the walls of The Icehouse, the team’s favorite upscale club downtown. Neon blue and white lights pulsed across the crowded dance floor, reflecting off glass tables and mirrored columns like shards of ice. The Wolves had reserved the entire VIP section — bottle service flowi







