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Puck Me Hard Winning the Contest
Noah I’m going to pass out. Like, fully collapse, headfirst, onto this laminate floor of the theater production office and just let them wheel me away on a gurney. I haven't eaten in six hours and I only drank an iced coffee on an empty stomach because I’ve been too anxious to breathe properly since 7AM. My chest feels tight and my head's buzzing like a mosquito in a jar. Minneapolis is cold as shit, by the way. It’s been a week since I flew in from Miami, and I still can’t believe I’m here. Still can’t believe I said yes to this. And most especially, I still can’t believe I didn’t tell him. Yeah. Dorian. I didn’t tell Dorian I was back in Minnesota. In fact, I’ve been actively avoiding telling Dorian anything since the last time we talked—which was four nights ago—when he texted me “send me one more, I wanna see you hard this time. Make a video stroking it. You're so hot No." And I did. Like a goddamn idiot, I did. I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, okay? One s
Puck Me Hard Liam Connor
Dorian's P.O.VCoach O’Rourke stepped into the locker room, and like a pack of obedient wolves, the entire team snapped to attention. Helmets off, skates half-laced, conversations midair, it didn't matter what we were all doing, we all quieted and gave the man our attention. "Good to see all your ugly mugs again," Coach said, voice booming like thunder. His gruff tone was the same as always, but there was warmth in it now. The kind of warmth that came after a hard-earned victory."First off, congratulations, boys. You did it and made this school proud. Hell, you made me proud," he said, sweeping a look across the room like a general addressing his soldiers. “That championship win last semester wasn’t just luck. It was your sweat, your blood, your effort. You came together. You bled for one another. That was real teamwork."A few of the boys whooped, clapping sticks against benches, but Coach raised a hand and they fell silent again."But..." His voice lowered a pitch, just enough to
Puck Me Hard Pic of It didn't happen.
DORIAN'S POVMy locker door creaked as I wedged it open with one hand, still damp from the morning mist outside. With the other, I typed out a text, thumb tapping fast.> lmao ur prof said that??? Noah wtf HAHAHAHAThe second I hit send, my screen lit up again. Another reply.> swear on my life. he called the kid "narratively constipated" in front of the whole class.I laughed—really laughed, out loud—and the guy changing two lockers away gave me a look like I’d grown a second head. I didn’t care. It had been two weeks since I got back from Miami, and somehow Noah was still talking to me. Like, really talking. Like he wanted to talk. The friendship thing? Way more fun than I ever expected. It was dangerous how easy it was to fall back into something with him. Even if it was just through a screen.> your life??? i’ve seen your fake ID bro don’t lie like thatMy thumb hovered after I sent it. Then, as if reading my mind, he sent me a text answering my question.> dick. anyway i gotta sh
Puck Me Hard New Year
The next five days with Noah felt like something out of a dream I was terrified to wake up from, blurring into each other like brushstrokes on a paint I didn't dare define. It was five days of pretending the cracks between us didn't exist. Noah and I never crossed the line. No kisses or sex, but I could feel the tension between us burning like coals buried under ash.We wandered through Miami like two idiots discovering the city for the first time. And maybe we were. I mean, neither of us had spent real time here, Noah had just moved less than a month ago and from what Jaxon had told me, Noah wasn't living the house much. As for me, this was my first week here so we treated it like new lovers would; getting to know each other and letting wonder replace awkward silences. Christmas in Miami was warm, sweaty and I wouldn't deny that I really missed the cold and snow of Minnesota. But with Noah beside me, everything felt a little magical.We hit the tourist traps first. Because we were ch
Puck Me Hard Kiss Me, Dorian.
Noah's P.O.VIt took me two hours. Two entire cold, hellish hours in Miami’s glitziest district, where ninety percent of the designer boutiques were either closed for the holidays or by appointment only, and the few open ones were selling garish silk scarves and overpriced tins of cookies that screamed pretentious. But finally, by some miracle, I found the perfect gift. It was silver, understated but elegant. The kind of watch Dorian could wear and not feel like he was trying too hard, but still look like he ran shit. I just hoped he wouldn't be able to tell how expensive it was, because knowing that stubborn Hayes Pride, he'd probably shove it back at me if he did. God, that pride. It drove me up the wall and made my chest ache in equal measure. I'd almost blown a gasket when I saw he'd returned the phone I bought him.Well here's hoping he doesn't notice.I didn’t bother with fancy wrapping and just grabbed the stupid red box with a silver ribbon offered to me from the lady at the
Puck Me Hard Lunatic on Sugar
Noah's POV I woke up feeling... okay. Maybe better than okay. I felt really good than I did through out yesterday anyway. That soup must have worked wonders. My nose wasn’t a faucet anymore, and my head didn’t feel like someone had stuffed it with cotton and then shaken it around for fun. But I also woke up to an empty bed, a dry throat, and the hollow aftertaste of regret. Dorian and I had argued last night about Mark. Stupid, pointless, totally preventable fight. It wasn't that we would have shared the same bed if we hadn't gotten into that fight, but at least, we won't be keeping malice with each other. Honestly it was my fault. He’d asked who Mark was after I let the name slip, and instead of just saying he was a friend, which, let’s be honest, wouldn’t have been a lie, I played the game of poking the bear. Because some pathetic part of me still wanted Dorian to care enough to get jealous. I wanted...no, needed to see that fire in his eyes, the reminder that maybe I still
Puck Me Hard Mark?
Noah's POVChristmas Eve, and I felt like roadkill that had been rained on, run over twice, and forgotten on the side of the road. My nose was clogged, my head was pounding, and my limbs felt like they’d been stuffed with wet socks. The apartment echoed with silence and I just felt so fucking miserable..Liam had left for “practice” three days ago. Practice. On Christmas week. Sure. I wasn’t stupid. Even NHL players got time off for the holidays. But I didn’t ask questions. It was his place, not mine. He could go to Jupiter and I’d still have to be grateful for the four walls and overpriced furniture.I shuffled to the door like a corpse when the bell rang, dragging the blanket off the bed with me like it was my emotional support animal. A tissue hung out of my nostril, clutched in one hand like my last shred of dignity.I was already mentally preparing myself for the sight of a package guy or maybe Mark, here to guilt-trip me into watching Elf for the fifth time. But when I opened th
Puck Me Hard Go Get Him
Dorian’s POV“Twenty-nine... thirty.”The bar slammed back into place with a satisfying clang, my arms trembling slightly from the weight. My chest rose and fell, slick with sweat, and I laid there on the bench for a second, staring at the ceiling of the mostly empty university gym like it had answers. It didn’t.Groaning, I wiped my face with the towel I slung over the rod, then sat up and shook out my arms. The pain was good. It kept me focused and grounded. It had only been a week and a day since I started seriously training again, but my body was already responding—bulking, hardening, becoming familiar again. Something I could control. conditioning and playing ice hockey for the last few weeks of the championship season also helped a lot.Anyhow, I made my way to the floor-length mirror at the far end of the gym, bare-chested, my joggers hanging low on my hips. My reflection stared back at me and not to be a conceited asshole but I was impressed. My arms which had begun to thin wh
Puck Me Hard Someone I used to be.
NoahIf you favoured Minnesota in the winter, the beautiful snow covered scape and curling up in front of a fire place with a hot whipped coffee, then you'd definitely find Miami offensive as fuck. It was less than a week to Christmas and the sun was out. It wasn’t even noon and it was already making a damn spectacle of itself, glaring down on my windshield like I owed it money. I had the AC blasting, sunglasses on, and I was still squinting like a mole dragged out of his burrow.it was insane. The only tell tale sign it was winter was definitely the over the top decorations along every single building I'm driving past and the string lights around trees that'd be lighted up at night.My phone suddenly buzzed where it was mounted on the dash, dragging me from my observation. I tapped the screen and my second bestfriend's name flashed across it. biting back a grin, I answered the call but before I could even say hello, her voice exploded through the car like a battle cry.“NOAH FUCKING
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