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PUCKING MY ROOMMATE THORNE IS MOVING OUT???
CHAPTER 87"Lannister. Thorne. My office. Now."Coach’s voice bellowed from the podium. They'd barely even turned on the lights after game tape, barely even stood up from their chairs.Liam’s boots locked to the floor. Fuck. The terror he’d managed to bury during game tape came roaring back, hot and suffocating in his throat. Why both of us? Why now? Had coach noticed how Raphael's eyes locked on me all through the game against the shadow Reapers? Or had someone seen the way Raphael’s hand had stayed glued to his thigh under the desk for twenty minutes?He knows, Liam’s brain screamed, the panic spiraling out of control. He knows about Raph. He knows about the past few days. He knows what I am.He felt Raphael shift beside him, infuriatingly calm, like a shadow stepping into place. Liam squeezed his eyes shut for a fraction of a second, forcing his pulse down. Stop it. Stop fucking spiraling. You’re the Captain. If you look guilty, you are guilty. Walk.He forced his chin up, squared
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE GAME TAPE
CHAPTER 86Two heavy and sharp knocks rattled the thin wood of the equipment door cutting Raphael's encouragement."Raph? Captain?" Marcus’s voice carried through the panel, muffled and hesitant. "Hey... sorry to interrupt, man, but Coach just called. It's game tape time in like five minutes and he's asking for both of you."Liam let go of Raphael’s shirt, stepping back into the shadow of a metal shelving unit. The panic from earlier was still humming under his skin, but the frantic, wild edge was starting to dull down into a hard, cold knot in his gut. He dragged a palm down his face, forcing his breath to settle into a steady rhythm."Tell him we're coming, Marcus," Raphael called out over Liam’s shoulder, his voice level and completely unaffected."Cool. Just... hurry up, vibes are weird out here," Marcus muttered, his footsteps fading back down the hall.Liam set his jaw, staring at the floor as he pulled his hoodie down over his chest. "I'm good," he muttered, mostly to himself,
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE MILLER RUNS HIS MOUTH
CHAPTER 85The steam from the locker was thick enough to taste, heavy with the sharp reek of sweat, damp wool, and copper.Liam sat on the wooden bench, his chest rising and falling in shallow, jagged beats. His fingers were stiff inside his gloves, completely numb, yet his heart pounded so violently against his ribs it made his teeth ache.Across the room, Marcus was still barking with laughter, tossing a rolled-up roll of grip tape across the carpet. "I'm telling you, Miller, you flew three feet! Captain hit you so hard your ancestors felt it!""Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Marcus," Miller spat from his stall, ripping his shoulder pads off with an ugly, bitter yank. His face was flushed blotchy red, his left shoulder already blooming purple from the boards. "It’s easy to look like a tough guy when you’re throwing cheap shots during a non-contact drill.""Cheap shot?" Fred snorted, throwing his head back. "Dude, you got leveled fair and square. Give it a rest."A couple of the guys on th
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE HOMOPHOBIC MILLER
CHAPTER 84"I’M OVER HERE! RAPH! PASS THE FUCKING PUCK!" Marcus screamed, his skates spraying a wall of ice against the boards.Raphael didn't even turn his head. He snapped a dirty, blind backhand pass straight across the ice, landing it flat on Marcus’s stick."OH MY GOD, THAT WAS DISGUSTING!" Marcus bellowed, burying a shot straight into the top right corner. "RAPHAEL THORNE, YOU FILTHY ANIMAL! GOD, I LOVE YOU!""Keep dreaming, Marcus, you’re not my type!" Raphael barked back jokingly, gliding backward past the blue line with a dark grin."Ouch! You wound me!" Marcus clutched his chest, dramatically stumbling into the circle. "Captain, tell your husband to please accept my love!""Focus up, Marcus, or Coach is gonna make you skate laps till you puke," Liam called out, tapping his stick against the ice, trying to force his voice to sound steady while his chest pounded. Marcus just jokingly called Raphael his husband and he didn't know if everyone thought the same."Alright, reset! T
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE Oh shit... I'm gay
CHAPTER 833:14 AM.The red numbers on the nightstand digital clock cast little rays into the darkness, and Liam was four seconds away from exploding from overthinking.He was flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince his lungs to breathe normally. Next to him—literally ten feet away across a tiny patch of hardwood—Raphael was breathing deeply. Sleeping like a fucking baby.How? How the hell is he sleeping right now?Liam’s brain was a live wire, sparking and short-circuiting in the dark. It wouldn't turn off. He had been playing the last twenty four hours on an endless, agonizing loop until his eyes burned and his head throbbed.Raphael’s hands on his hips. The locker room. Raphael’s mouth on his neck. His own fingers wrapped around Raphael’s cock. The slick, sickening heat of it. Marcus knocking on the fucking door. Marcus sitting at the counter. Raphael’s hand inside his shorts, stroking him while Marcus babbled about whatever.Fuck.Liam shoved his face into his
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE The fear of Marcus
Chapter 82Raphael’s palm cupped Liam’s semi-soft length through his thin boxer briefs, his thumb dragging firmly over the swollen head.Liam’s eyes went wide. His hand flew to the edge of the granite counter, his knuckles turning pure white as his fingers dug into the stone."Right, Liam?" Marcus asked, completely oblivious, taking a massive bite of pizza. "You think Coach is gonna start us on the first line?""Y-yeah," Liam squeaked out, his voice cracking horribly on the single syllable.Raphael didn't even look at Liam. He leaned back in his stool, looking casually at Marcus, while his hand under the table deliberately dragged Liam’s cock free from the fabric of his underwear. The cool air hit Liam’s sensitive skin for a split second before Raphael’s hot, dry palm wrapped entirely around his dick.Holy fuck.Raphael gave a slow, firm, punishing stroke from base to tip.A sharp gasp nearly escaped Liam’s lips. He slammed his mouth shut, biting down on the inside of his cheek so har
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 2- The enemy in my room
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
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 4- Does he own a fucking shirt?
The arena lights hummed overhead as the team took the ice for morning practice. The cold air bit at Liam’s exposed skin, but he welcomed it. it sharpened his focus. He skated out first, stick tapping against the ice, calling out positions for the warm-up drills. Captain’s job. Always had been.Raph
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 3 - Hands on training
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
PUCKING MY ROOMMATE CHAPTER 1- Trouble moving in?
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
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