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TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Sex,hardons and a shocking news
SETHS POV.I woke up with my mouth dry as fuck and my head pounding like a war drum. The couch smelled like sweat and old takeout. My jeans were still half on, the belt twisted around my hips like a noose. I barely remembered coming home. Just flashes—Jeremy laughing, the sound of car doors slamming, the burn of tequila all the way down.Jeremy was sprawled across the carpet like roadkill, snoring into an empty Doritos bag. I groaned, sat up, rubbed my temples. My throat was sandpaper and my eyes felt too big for my skull."Are you alive?" I croaked.Jeremy stirred, groaned, and blinked at me from the floor. His hair was a mess, mascara smudged under his eyes even though he hadn’t worn any. "Define alive," he muttered.I snorted. Then I coughed. Then groaned again. "We’re late."Jeremy stretched like a fucking cat and rolled over. "Late for what? Our funerals?"I let my head fall back against the cushion. "School."Jeremy made a dramatic noise, some kind of choking screech. "Let the t
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Top or Buttom
Seth’s POVI was breathing too hard.Was this right?I couldn’t fucking tell. I couldn’t think. My brain was shot, buzzing, torn in two. But my body—my body was on fire. Starved.Miguel.I needed Miguel. I needed something. Anything. Someone who looked like him, moved like him, fucking breathed like him. And Byron—God—Byron wasn’t him, but he was close enough in the dark.We didn’t talk much after that kiss. Didn’t need to. Byron’s hand was already on my wrist, tugging me through the packed streets to his car like he’d known me forever. His grip firm, confident, with just enough roughness to make me feel like I’d melt if I let go.He drove fast. Music low. His windows fogged from how hot it felt inside the car. I sat there, legs spread, my jeans tight and miserable, my hands tapping against my knees like I’d explode. Like maybe I already had.The place wasn’t massive. Not some penthouse or glass castle. A clean duplex with soft lights on the porch, black railing, a polished door that
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) SHAGGING MY EX’s LOOKALIKE
SETHS POV.The ice cracked under my blades like bone.The sound, the weight of the stick in my hands, the thud of bodies against the boards—God, it was all fire. I skated like I wanted to disappear into the fucking game. Like if I moved fast enough, if I kept the puck near me long enough, it’d all burn away—the nightmares, the calls that never came, the silence from the one person I’d once said I’d kill for.Miguel.It’d been six goddamn months.Six months of pretending it didn’t gut me every time I passed the empty seat near the rink, every time I turned around in class and didn’t see him smirking with his cocky fucking mouth or tapping his pencil like a brat.Six months without Zenya. Without that chaos that bled into our lives and made everything sharp and real and impossible to fucking forget.Now I was here. Captain. Dominating the game. And it didn’t fucking matter.We were two points up. Final minute. Jeremy passed me the puck like it was nothing. Like it didn’t carry weight. L
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Dead to me
MIGUEL'S POV.It was Monday.School didn’t just start—it fucking slammed into me.Same classrooms. Same fake-ass smiles. Same boring announcements echoing through the halls like some dystopian sermon. And Seth. Still sitting behind me in first period like nothing happened. Except everything had. We weren’t dating. We weren’t even fighting anymore. We were strangers again. Like a fucking reset button got smashed into our ribs and now we were just pretending the fire never happened.He didn’t look at me.Didn’t even twitch when I dropped my pen on purpose. Didn’t glance when I turned to cough or adjusted my seat so loud it scraped the floor. Just kept scribbling notes like I didn’t exist.And maybe I didn’t.That thought made me fucking nauseous. My stomach was acid and regret and all the shit we never said.I went through the day half-blind, half-deaf, nodding like a puppet during my student council convos. People talked about midterms, extracurriculars, some fundraising shit. I preten
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) ZENYA IVANOV, MY BRATVA GOD
JEREMY’S POV I slammed the door shut behind me so hard the frame rattled. My breath came out in clouds. The heating hadn’t kicked in yet, or maybe I just hadn’t noticed. The cold didn’t matter. Nothing did.I stripped the moment I crossed the threshold—hoodie, shirt, jeans, boxers. I didn’t care where they landed. I just needed the fucking noise gone. The smell of the night off my skin. The scent of Zenya.My hands were trembling. I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d looked when he grabbed me. How firm his grip had been. Like I was something he could throw. Like I was something he didn’t want to let go of either.I stepped into the shower. Turned the knob. Ice.“Fucking—” I hissed through my teeth, jumping back like I’d been stabbed. The water was freezing. Of course it was. Of fucking course.It’d already started snowing when I got back. The cold cut through the air like knives. And I didn’t even think to turn the water heater on.I cursed again, wrap
TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM) Eye fucking me? Lisichka
I shouldn’t have gone out.Seth wasn’t home, hadn’t been since earlier that afternoon. I didn’t ask where he went. Didn’t care. The second that front door clicked shut behind him, I shoved on a hoodie and bolted like a fucking mutt let off his leash. I needed to move. I needed to breathe. The walls were pressing in again, choking me with silence and tension and fucking feelings I didn’t know what to do with.I jogged for miles. Just kept running, past streets, past cars, past the goddamn weight clawing at my chest.Ended up by the riverbank, the moon slicing through the water like a blade. Quiet. Cold. Wet earth and cigarettes. My body was sore. My lungs burned. But my heart—fuck, my heart hurt worse.I sat in the dirt and fished out a smoke with shaking fingers. My hands were fucking trembling. Like I was fifteen again, panicking over some boy I was too scared to kiss.Except I wasn’t scared now.I was angry.Frustrated.Fucking miserable.Because Zenya—Zenya hadn’t said a word to me
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