Dirty Games Off Ice

~Alex~ The locker room was loud with pre-game energy — guys shouting and hyping each other up. I sat on the bench in the corner, trying to calm my nerves by scrolling mindlessly through my phone. Bad idea. The video loaded automatically: two guys, shirtless, making out hard against a wall, hands roaming, tongues deep, hips grinding. It was hot. Too hot. My cock twitched in my compression shorts just as a shadow fell over me. Damien. He stopped right in front of me, towering, still half-dressed in his base layer that hugged every ridiculous muscle. His eyes flicked down to my phone screen for half a second. My heart fucking stopped. I slammed the phone face-down on the bench, heat rushing to my face. “Didn’t know scholarship trash had time to jerk off to p**n before my game,” he said, voice low and mocking. A cruel smirk tugged at his mouth. “What were you watching, Alex? Something that got you hard already?” I swallowed hard, terrified he’d seen the two guys kissing. If he had… i

~Damien~I slammed Alex’s door so hard the shitty dorm frame rattled, but I didn’t walk away. Not even close. I stood there in the hallway like some creep, listening to him slide down the wall on the other side, that little thump-thump of his back hitting plaster, then nothing but his breathing fast and pissed. I should’ve left. Should’ve gone back to my place, cracked a beer, jerked off to the memory of his pulse jumping under my thumb on the ice, and called it a night. Instead I fished my keys out, jogged down three flights of stairs, and peeled out of the parking lot and went straight to Lila’s house. Not because I give a shit about her feelings fuck that but because if she keeps running her mouth or worse, starts digging into Alex’s past like she threatened, she’s gonna blow up the one thing I’ve decided I’m not done playing with yet.Lila’s my childhood friend. Distant enough that people don’t side-eye us at the close family celebrations, close enough that our parents still ac

Alex I didn’t even make it on time to the financial aid office on purpose. The coach had emailed the whole team some bullshit about “mandatory compliance checks” and attached a spreadsheet with our names and times like we were signing up for flu shots. Mine was 2:17 p.m. I showed up at 2:30 because fuck being early for anything that could end me.When I arrived, the door was cracked. I pushed it open with my shoulder. The woman looked up fast, like she’d been hoping I’d no-show.“Alex Rivera?” Her voice was calm, too calm. “Come in. Sit.”I dropped into the chair. It squeaked so loud it echoed. Fake plant in the corner looked half-dead. Posters on the wall yelled “YOUR FUTURE STARTS HERE” in that ugly Comic Sans font that makes everything sound like a scam. I crossed my arms tight, trying to look chill. But I failed.She opened my file. Thin stack of papers. That made my pulse jump harder.“Grades are holding steady,” she said, flipping pages. “Econ’s sitting at a B-minus. Psych i

Damien I moved. Sat on the very edge. Far as I could without falling off. Our thighs didn’t touch. Good.He scooted closer anyway. Shoulder bumped mine. “You smell good. Like sweat and angry boy.”“Stop sniffing me.”“Can’t help it. You’re close.”I turned my head. Our faces were inches apart. His breath smelled like tequila and mint gum he must have chewed earlier trying to sober up. Eyes half-lidded. Lips parted.“Don’t,” I said.“Don’t what?”“Don’t look at me like that.”“Like what?”“Like you want me to kiss you.”He smiled small. “Maybe I do.”I swallowed. Throat dry. “Bad idea.”“Best idea.”I leaned in. Just a bit . Testing him. He didn’t move away. Just waited.I kissed him.He sighed into my mouth. Hand came up, cupped my jaw. Gently. I deepened it. Tongue brushed his. He moaned quietly. Fingers slid into my hair.I pulled back fast. Breathing hard. “Fuck.”“Yeah,” he whispered. “Fuck.”I stared at him. Cheeks red. Lips wet. Eyes bright.“You okay?” he asked.“No. I’m not o

Damien We went back and forth like that, him begging, me snapping at him to slow down, both of us laughing in the middle of it because it was ridiculous, me, the straight guy who’d hated him for months, prepping my rival’s virgin ass with spit like some desperate idiot. “You’re gonna regret mouthing off in a minute,” I told him, pulling my fingers out and lining up. “Ready?”“Do it,” he snapped, legs wrapping around my waist. “Now. Before I change my mind.”I pushed in slowly , inch by inch, groaning loud because holy shit he was tight, gripping me like he never wanted to let go. “Fuck… Alex… breathe, baby. You’re killing me here.”He whined high in his throat, nails digging into my back. “Big. Too big. But wait… stop. Move. Please.”I moved. Gently at first, then harder when he started moaning my name like it was the only word he knew. We kissed through it all, messy and wet, teeth clacking, him talking over me the whole time. “Faster yeah like that Damien, right there, fuck.” I’d