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2026-06-03 17:48:15
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Pucking Around with Fate Extra Set Of Hands
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerHe ducked his head back under the water and closed defiant eyes. He jerked when something thumped against the side of his foot. Khyle wiped his eyes free of the remnants of soap and water and looked down. A shampoo bottle.His body and brain seemed to be at war, once fighting as kin, now traitors on two separate sides. And once again, without thinking, he looked over at the enforcer.The water sluiced across the smooth, extensive terrain of well-defined sections of muscles. The man attached to them was back to lathering and rinsing, blithely unaware as he lifted one arm and rubbed conditioner suds up his side and across his armpit.For softness? Khyle snorted. Prima donna. But it reminded Khyle that they both smelled, a complicated mix of body heat and greasy sweat, cold arena air and damp skin. They stunk. Except that Gunner didn't really. Khyle had gotten a nose-full of him while being bear hugged across the room and dumped into the waiting showers. And t
Pucking Around with Fate Don't Look
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerAt least they were black.They clung to his skin like glue, everything underneath modified and magnified, tight wet material like fast groping hands against his skin. On reflex, he caught the bar of soap that Gunner tossed at him."Here."Khyle muttered something underneath his breath, but only scowled and turned away. There was no point in fighting about it now. He was wet and stuck. He peeled his black workout pants down, palming the wall for balance as he struggled to roll the sodden pants past his ankles. He tossed them to the side, and they collapsed in a dark, wet lump where they landed with a squelch.He wet his hair first, tipping his head forward, using the soap Gunner had tossed him. It would do. No way in hell was he asking to borrow Gunner's shampoo. That would involve talking, and maybe looking.The water turned hot, the air around them muggy. He held his face outside the spray as he lathered his body and underarms. The water ran down over his
Pucking Around with Fate Puzzle Box
POV: CooperThe office of one honest, handsome, humble, and sometimes perverted coach, Cooper Daniel, was a bit of a tip. A tall jagged pile of paperwork, which sat to one side of his large office desk, had started to develop a mean disposition. He'd been meaning to get to it. Rather, he'd meant to have his assistants take care of it. That was, after all, what he'd hired them to do.He pulled the drawer to his desk open and watched as the slanted skyscraper of paperwork teetered like jelly. He smiled. Just about ready.A computer screen bathed one side of the desk in a black and white glow. He glanced again at the small article, the blurb about a hockey player who had lost a parent. Just over a year ago now, only a month before Christmas. There were no details. The passing of Cooper's former acquaintance had been kept close to home. Cooper was sorry he hadn't been able to attend the funeral. Though he didn't know him well, he knew he'd been a loving father, and a kind and generous man
Pucking Around with Fate Relationship
POV: GunnerGunner glided over to their bench panting for breath. He feigned thirst, but it was oxygen that was currently top of his list of needs. Cooper hadn't run him into the ground, but he was coming close.Unbelievable. A few hours with this character and Gunner had gained a small insight into his puck handling and shooting skills that neither his previous nor current coach had been able to offer. Khyle's old coach seemed to read him and pinpoint his weakness like it was obvious to any idiot on the street.And if it weren't for the fact that it was working so well, Gunner would find it exceedingly creepy. After several hours, with a few breaks in between at Khyle's pointed lecturing that Gunner needed to sit his ass down for a minute, Gunner had managed to improve his scoring on Cooper from absolute zero to a solid best of five.Just over half of his shots going in on average was unarguably better, but Gunner had groused without any whiff of shame whatsoever that it still wasn't
Pucking Around with Fate Breaks
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerKhyle finally found his voice."Gun-""No, Khyle," Cooper said pleasantly, "This is up to Gunner." Even as the bluenet snorted heated air against his mask like an enraged bull and twisted away in an embattled effort to leave yet again. "You cannot teach a man what he thinks he already knows."Gunner's entire body went rigid, and he turned slowly, bringing into view a dangerous curl of his lip, and sharp fangs that glinted under the arena's bright lights. The expression on his face said he'd had about enough of squaring off with Cooper. And as Khyle knew, that usually meant trouble.Not a single thing in the empty arena dared move. The air between them nearly blistering from the enforcer's intensity. Remember what Khyle had said before? Well, now Khyle just hoped Gunner wasn't contemplating Cooper's swift demise, that he was instead coming to some sort of conclusion that wouldn't involve violence, or charges."You're on, old man." Gunner's challenge was a lo
Pucking Around with Fate Demons
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerBreak accomplished, coach and student were back at their positions, locked once again in a stubborn sort of combat, their short talk having no particular noticeable effect on the enforcer's puck handling skills thus far, as shot after shot failed to make it past the invisible barrier that Cooper seemed to have conjured. As expected by now, the shots from Cooper came just as fast and as hard as the enforcer's. Chirpy, cheap, and fast."Come now." The puck snagged up high in his glove."That one was so close." It bounced off his goal pad."The tension is mounting." He caught it between bent knees."My defense is riddled with holes. Shall I point them out for you?" He batted it away with his stick."Do you even want to put the puck in the net?" A sniper-like slap shot followed."I wonder, if you score, will it not be deserved?" The next puck had a wobble to it as it skipped across the frozen arena floor."Perhaps, the only thing you really want... is to erase
Pucking Around with Fate No More Fights
POV: KhyleThe locker room was exactly what he needed it to be, which was loud and irreverent and completely indifferent to the weight he'd walked in carrying.Shane was in the middle of something that involved his athletic cup and the phrase saddle up, which Logan was objecting to on grounds that
Pucking Around with Fate Spoon and Fork
POV: GunnerThe locker room after the game had the specific quality of a space where something significant had happened and everyone present was still processing whether it was over.It wasn't over. Gunner knew that. The fight had been real and the ejection had been real and the suspension was real
Pucking Around with Fate Best of Friends
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerHe came in like weather.The door didn't slam because he didn't slam it. He didn't need to. The quality of his arrival filled the room without requiring any additional punctuation, and the players who had been in the general vicinity of the door dispersed to either side
Pucking Around with Fate Jager
POV: KhyleGunner Jäger moved through the locker room the way certain animals moved through their natural environment. Not fast, not slow, but with the complete physical confidence of something that had never once had to consider whether it belonged somewhere. He slipped through the cluster of jost
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