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14: little adventure

last update Data de publicação: 2026-10-20 07:41:42

ZEKE

We didn't even make it past the entrance of the alleyway before the flashing red and blue lights cut through the downpour, blinding us.

The crowd scrambled like rats, but I didn't care about them. My fingers were locked securely around Kyler’s wrist, pulling him along as I tried to shield him from the chaos.

I wasn't going to be a total piece of shit and blame our capture on him. I was the one who dragged him into this clusterfuck, and if anyone was going to take the heat, it should be
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  • Puck Me Behind The Mask   17: As you wish Captain

    ZEKE Midnight. The campus was dead, wrapped in a thick, suffocating blanket of fog and a steady drizzle that made the asphalt gleam like oil. I used my captain's keycard to slip through the side entrance of the arena, the heavy security door clicking shut behind me with a sound that felt entirely too loud, like a cell door locking me in. The lights over the ice were shut off, leaving the massive rink cast in an eerie, cavernous darkness. The only illumination came from the dim, amber safety lights overhead, casting long, skeletal shadows across the pristine, empty sheet of ice. My boots clicked against the concrete walkway as I made my way toward the player benches. My chest felt tight. Every breath I took came out as a shallow, nervous puff of vapor in the freezing arena air. I shouldn't be here. I was the goddamn captain, risking my career, standing in a dark stadium to hook up with a nameless freak who dressed up as a giant foam bear. But my blood was running hot, a restless,

  • Puck Me Behind The Mask   16: Why did I stare at him like that?

    ZEKE I’d be lying through my teeth if I said this wasn't the most awkward, agonizing experience of my life. Standing right in the center of the rink, clad in my hockey gear beside Kyler, we were both drenched in layers of sticky fake sweat. The studio lights overhead were radiating an intense heat, making the fake perspiration feel too real against my skin.“So, I’m Kiera! I’ll be directing this specific campaign with you boys today,” the director chirped, her energetic voice echoing off the plexiglass. She offered a bright, dazzling smile. “I just want you guys to be completely free, okay? Just act normal. It’s a men’s body wash ad, so we aren’t expecting Shakespeare. We just want you local hockey stars to star in it for us.”She paused, looking back at the camera operator, who exchanged a knowing grin with her. Kiera let out a breathless giggle. “Oh my God, did I really just rhyme star with star? Professional writer right here, folks.”The camera girl chuckled softly. While Kiera

  • Puck Me Behind The Mask   15: You get to punish me

    ZEKE The atmosphere inside the arena rink was thick enough to slice with a skate blade. On the ice, the rest of the guys were skating their asses off. Even the lines who had crawled in hungover from the weekend were forced to put in the grueling cardio. We had a shot at making the Frozen Four this season. And even though the scouts were already buzzing about my draft numbers and everyone said I was basically a lock for the NHL, I couldn't afford to get lazy. I couldn't be overconfident.Which was exactly why I was currently losing my mind having to deal with a men’s grooming company sponsorship. When I signed my contract for brand deals, I thought hockey players got to advertise jerseys, high-end skates, or sticks. I didn't know I’d be standing around under blinding studio lights waiting to shoot a commercial for fucking body wash.My legs bounced with an agitated, restless rhythm as I glared at the double doors for the tenth time. In front of me, the commercial director was pacing

  • Puck Me Behind The Mask   14: little adventure

    ZEKE We didn't even make it past the entrance of the alleyway before the flashing red and blue lights cut through the downpour, blinding us. The crowd scrambled like rats, but I didn't care about them. My fingers were locked securely around Kyler’s wrist, pulling him along as I tried to shield him from the chaos. I wasn't going to be a total piece of shit and blame our capture on him. I was the one who dragged him into this clusterfuck, and if anyone was going to take the heat, it should be me.“You kids just keep getting more stubborn by the day, huh?” one of the officers grunted, his heavy hand pressing down on the crown of my head as he guided us into the cramped, plastic backseat of the cruiser. “When I was your age, I had my nose buried in a book twenty-four seven. Didn't have time for this illegal street racing shit.”Well, that's probably why you’re stuck working this shitty night shift, the retort burned at the tip of my tongue.I forced myself to swallow it down, locking m

  • Puck Me Behind The Mask   13: I thought you quit

    ZEKE Coach is definitely going to slaughter me. The words loops through my skull as I swing onto the bike, Kyler's weight settling behind me a second later. Twenty minutes. Maybe less. There's no way we can make it back to the rink within such a short time. I have no choice but to pull this move.The entrance to the underground pass sits behind a collapsed drainage wall two blocks from Vivian's diner, a concrete mouth choked with weeds and broken glass. I veer toward it without signaling. Kyler's grip on my jacket tightens."Zeke, what the hell….. this isn't a road.""Just trust me." I reach down and pry his fingers off my jacket, sliding them around my waist instead, pressing his palms flat against my stomach. His hands are warm even through the fabric. "Hold tight. Like, actually tight. Don't let go."The bike drops into the pass and the world narrows concrete walls on both sides, flickering industrial lights strung overhead like a dying constellation. The exhaust echoes off the t

  • Puck Me Behind The Mask   12: Don't put your arms around me

    KYLER I stood by the edge of the ice rink, casually sipping my protein shake. To anyone passing by, I just looked like a dedicated athlete taking a breather. In reality, I was trying very hard not to lose my mind.My Red had decided it was a fantastic idea to have a quickie with his little plaything right while I was out on the ice.I’d be lying if I said my knees weren't bouncing. My hands practically itched to march over there, rip that girl away from him, and punish him for letting anyone else lay a finger on what belongs to me. My fingers tightened around the plastic bottle, nearly crushing it, as I watched him peck her cheek and help dress her after receiving whatever phone call had suddenly made him turn pale.Weeks ago, I wouldn't have reacted like this. I get it, he’s popular with the ladies, he fucks around, and he fucks Zoey good. But right now? After everything we have going on? His dick was literally in my mouth nights ago, and here he is, messing with someone else.Zeke

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