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Puck Me Hard Yes.
NOAHI got Dorian’s text three days ago.It’d sat there like a live wire in my inbox, marked as unread but already buzzing in my chest. The stupid little preview line haunted me every time I opened my phone: “Hey. I got you a ticket for the game. You don’t have to reply. Just come if you want. Please.”Then it was followed up with "No pressure."No pressure.Right.I had half a mind to delete the damn thing altogether and stay at the apartment, crawl back into bed and keep nursing the wall I’d been trying to rebuild between us. You know, patch up the cracks, re-fortify the wall id desperately started stacking between us, brick by self hating brick. It had seemed like wiser choice, hell even logical. After all, I hadn't stopped him from leaving after that dinner and tell him I was keeping him at arms length to protect him. It was easier to let him believe that I still hadn't forgiven him because the Dorian I knew would give up fucking hockey if it meant to be with me.But… not going wo
Puck Me Hard Golden Boy
Dorian POVI was going to throw up.No, seriously. My palms were sweating in my gloves, and my helmet felt like it was two sizes too tight. I kept adjusting it like a moron while standing in the tunnel, staring at the edge of the rink where the white glare of the arena lights bled into our shadows. The other team was already on the ice, getting in their warmups, skating back and forth with that casual smugness like they owned the place.But it wasn’t them I was nervous about.It was Noah.I’d texted him three day ago after sending him a ticket that I'd bought for him to sit in the family box, right up near the glass on the far side. Special clearance, everything. I even messaged: You don’t have to reply. Just come if you want. Please.But he didn’t reply. Not even a "k" or a fucking read receipt.So I told myself I’d focus on the game. That this was important. The first scrimmage of the season and first time we’d be playing in the upgraded rink with five thousand goddamn seats. I need
Puck Me Hard News.
Dorian’s POVMy fucking knees wouldn’t stop bouncing. Tap, tap, tap, like they had a mind of their own. I sat hunched forward on the bench in the locker room, whilst placing my elbows on thighs as my palms sweated through the fabric of my pants. I hadn’t been this tense since the dinner we had after Noah’s stage play two weeks ago.Jesus. That night had been the most awkward night of my fucking life.Everyone at that table had known something was wrong. The tension between Noah and me had been thick enough to cut with a steak knife. Every time I caught his eye, he’d look away. Every time Jaxon's dad said something loud and proud, I watched Noah flinch and force a smile. I felt like a bastard for ruining what was supposed to be his big night, but I didn’t regret what I’d said. Someone had to say it.But it sill didn’t mean it hadn’t haunted the fuck out of me since.A loud whistle snapped me out of the memory and I sat up straighter. Coach O'Rourke was standing in the middle of the r
Puck Me Hard Heart to Heart
NOAH’S POVI barely heard Imogen through the loudness of the pumping of my heart. My head did jerk towards her but I barely saw her. All I was was him.. Dorian. I tried to fight it, my feelings for him and everything but it was hard when you know you're in deeper than you expected. I wanted to be able to control myself and this was just the prime example that I couldn't, not where he was involved. Three days and seventeen hours. That was how long I tried to be away from him for. I knew down to the second I stopped responding to him. After he sent a video in response to mine, I just.. couldn't. It felt too much. So instead, I turned my attention to my play. I edited and rehearsed with the crew, making changes and trying my damnest best not to yell at anyone as I was pretty frustrated. I had posted the flier on my Instagram but I had not expected him here for promotion. The very person I was avoiding. And now, he was here. And he loves me. He told me he loved me and wanted to be wit
Puck Me Hard Not Enough.
Dorian's first P.O.VAt my words, Noah whimpered and it didn't take long before I felt him stiffen as he came hard in his pants. His whole whole body convulsed, mouth falling open in a breathless moan. It was up there in the hottest things I've ever seen from Noah Carter.I didn’t stop touching him until he cried out from being oversensitive and begging me to stop touching him. When I pulled my hand away from him, Noah sagged against the wall, blinking blearily.“Fuck,” he whispered, bobbing his throat as he swallowed hard.The sight of his Adam's apple sliding up and down his throat sent heat pulsing through me and I groaned, painfully hard myself.I needed to fucking taste him.Gritting my teeth, I slipped my hand under his waistband and dipped my fingers into the sticky mess he'd made in his boxers. Then I brought my fingers to my mouth. I slowly sucked them clean, making sure he saw.He made a noise I couldn’t name, bucking weakly against the wall. His face was flushed and sweaty,
Puck Me Hard Like a Virgin
Dorian's P.O.VImogen’s voice jerked me out of the hurricane in my head.“God, the last time I watched a play was when my cousin did *The Sound of Music* and forgot all the lyrics to *Do-Re-Mi*. He just stood there on stage like a deer in headlights while some other kid had to sing it from the wings. It was so awkward I think my ovaries exploded.”I choked out a laugh, unable to help it, because Imogen was that effortlessly funny. “That’s horrible.”“He was seven, Dorian. I don’t have remorse for children that cocky.”Her aunt snorted beside her. “You *would* beef a child, Imo.”“He started it!” she cried, as we trudged up the steps to the theatre entrance. “Besides, this one better be good. If Noah makes me cry in public, I will personally egg his house.”“You don’t even live there,” I muttered.“I will fly to miami egg his house, and fly back here. That’s how much I commit.”I found myself smirking, even though my chest felt tight. Laughter clung to our group like static as we push
Puck Me Hard The Play
Dorian – First-Person POVNoah didn’t tell me he was back in Minnesota.He didn’t text, didn’t call, didn’t even like one of my stupid stories on Instagram. And yeah, maybe that shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did. But it did. It fucking did.I’d waited four days since our last message—four days since we’d crossed lines we both knew weren’t just digital. He sent me a video. I sent one back. And then… silence.So, yeah, I was pissed.At him. At myself. At this whole... whatever the hell we were doing.But all that anger snapped like brittle ice the moment Coach called me into his office after practice and casually said, “You know Noah Carter’s the reason the NHL scout came to look at you, right?”I remember blinking. Thought I misheard. Thought maybe he was talking about someone else.But no. Coach kept going, oblivious to the way my chest had caved in, like a puck had just been shot through it point-blank.“He recommended you. Told the guy you were more than worth a look. Sai
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
