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Strike

مؤلف: Jubilee Moores
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-03-27 06:14:58

POV: Gunner

The ice was good this morning.

Gunner could tell within the first two strides. There was a quality to fresh ice that you either learned to read or you didn't, and after twenty years on skates he could feel it through his blades before he'd consciously registered anything else. The overnight resurface had left it clean and fast, with just enough give in the top layer to hold an edge without fighting you for it. Good practice ice. The kind that made everything feel possible before the
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  • Pucking Around with Fate   We're News

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerKhyle was watching with a casual scowl as Gunner sunk his fourth ball in a row, a flicker of light and movement in the entranceway catching his eye as a single patron slipped out, when a small commotion brought both of their heads up.The high-pitched sound of a waitress in distress."Oh no! Seriously? Dammit!" The young lady was standing by one of the tables nearby and looking around, her frantic scanning of the bar turning to a hopeless sound. The back of her hand came up to her mouth as her breath began to hitch. Khyle straightened and frowned, exchanging a glance with the scowling enforcer."Fucker," he grumbled.No doubt about it. It was a standard dine and dash. The girl, obviously new at her job, was nearly sobbing, though to her credit she summoned up some impressive language in between worried tears. Gunner prowled past several tables toward her, and she started for a moment at his intimidating approach."Did you get stiffed?" he growled."Was it a

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Only Child

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerHe couldn't fathom how the great Santos Khyle, supposed famed high scorer, could possibly be as inept at pool as he seemed to be. People at their caliber, with their sharp reflexes, heightened senses, and natural athleticism, tended to excel at sports in general. But Khyle sucked. In fact, he sucked so spectacularly that Gunner had conceded to let him have a freebie shot every time he missed. As would be expected, Khyle being a man with degrees of pride that Gunner was beginning to get a handle on, it did not go down well. But after one round of the torturous game on even ground, Khyle ate crow and took the deal, and allowed Gunner to rack them up again.They were already on their third game. Khyle would not give up so easily."How did you ever not learn how to play pool?" he queried, brow set in a pose of disgust."I just didn't," the orangette retorted flatly. Khyle was blushing like a scarlet sunset as he bent over to take his shot, a strained expression

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Three Games of Pool

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThat had been Khyle's fatal mistake, showing Gunner how much he was bugging him. He had been like a kid with a big shiny red button ever since, hitting the damn thing over and over, just to hear it make a big kablooie."No. You gotta slide it through your fingers.""That's what I'm doing!""Not like that, ya dipshit. You're killing me," Gunner groaned. He continued, his voice suddenly a rumble, dripping like wet rusty silk. "You gotta keep it smooth.""I am keeping it smooth," Khyle grated, anything to sound the complete opposite of his ill-bred companion."Bullshit," the bluenet grunted, a grin forming. "You jerk it around any more and your balls are gonna shoot all over the place."Khyle gave him the steeliest stink eye he could manage, and tried several more times to slide the long pole through his fingers smoothly while also keeping it straight. A difficult task, considering the person who was staring at him.Gunner watched, finally giving a disgustingl

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Prima Donna

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerGunner had expected to have to work hard to leash his temper, but remarkably it hadn't come to that yet. He knew there would be sparks, their natural impulses inevitably leading to each of them mounting a verbal assault on the other. He just hadn't anticipated enjoying it. Not in the slightest. But without the immediate stress of the game on his back, he was finding Khyle tolerable.Brunch accomplished and both men refueled, they let themselves move with the flow of the city, walking for a while, stopping at stores, making small talk. Nothing deep. Nothing personal. It was like neither of them was ready to go there just yet. After an hour, the breeze picked up suddenly and it started to snow.Khyle checked his phone, searching the weather as they walked."They didn't call for this," he muttered."Pfft. They never get it right," Gunner grunted."If we were that bad, we'd be out of jobs." Gunner looked up and shrugged."We kinda are though, aren't we."Brown

  • Pucking Around with Fate   Poutine

    POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerTwenty minutes later, purchase complete, they were walking through the outdoor market. Khyle had cooled off. There was no traffic around here for Gunner to walk into.They were passing a chip stand when Khyle touched Gunner's arm again."Do you want some? I'll buy.""I'm not hungry.""Well, I'm starving. Are you sure you don't want something?""No.""We just jogged. You should eat soon.""I know that," Gunner retorted, giving Khyle a look that said was I born yesterday, no. "I'm good for now. You go ahead."The smell of fries and burgers wafted over them. And at the smell of food, Gunner's stomach chose that exact moment to growl like he'd lost an exhaust pipe. Khyle quirked an eyebrow."I can see that," he deadpanned. Khyle turned away, heading up to the vendor to order some lunch. If Gunner was going to be stubborn, he could suck it. Khyle wasn't going to change his meal plan for him.Truth was, Gunner didn't want Khyle paying for anything. He didn't want

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