เข้าสู่ระบบAlex They didn’t laugh. The nurse touched my arm lightly . “It’s not funny, Mr Alex. But we need to know if you want to proceed.”I stared at the ceiling. “Do it. Whatever. I need answers.”Blood came back first. Sedative. Still in my system. Low level, but there. The doctor sat on the stool. “Alex, you were drugged. The physical signs point to non-consensual anal intercourse. We’re classifying this as sexual assault. Rape.”I blinked. Once. Twice. Then the laugh came again, but it cracked this time. “So I got roofied, fucked up the ass, and my brain decided to delete the whole thing?. I went out with the boys, had fun, and now I’m the guy who got raped and can’t even point at who did it. Awesome plot twist.”The nurse jumped in fast. “We don’t know if it started consensual and went bad, or if it was never okay. The drugs made consent impossible anyway. You couldn’t agree clearly. Do you remember anyone at all? Anyone buy you a drink? Get too friendly?”“Nothing!” I snapped, louder t
AlexI woke up and everything felt wrong right away. My head was still fuzzy, like someone had stuffed cotton in my skull and left it there overnight. The second I tried to move, my ass sent this sharp, burning pain straight up my spine. I hissed through my teeth and froze. Couldn’t even sit up properly. My whole lower body felt wrecked, like I’d been hit by a truck back there, and my dick was throbbing too half-hard, sore, confused, just hanging there like it had no idea what happened either. I lay flat on my back staring at the ceiling fan going slow circles, breathing shallow because every deep breath pulled at the soreness.“What the fuck,” I muttered to the empty room. “What the actual fuck happened last night?”I tried to piece it together. Team drinks after practice. Shots. Laughing too loud. Someone buying rounds. Then… nothing. Black wall. No faces, no voices, no memory of leaving the bar or getting home. Just this blank spot and a body that felt used up. I groaned and rubbed
Damien. But no time for that crap because downstairs I could hear my mom already up, clattering pans and calling out, “Damien? You awake up there? Coffee’s on if you want some before practice!” and dad muttering something about traffic on the way to the rink. Shit. Parents fully awake, me with a hazy naked Alex in my arms, and sneaking him out was gonna be a nightmare but I had no choice now.“Great timing, Mom, thanks,” I muttered to myself, pissed, hauling Alex’s dead weight up against my side. “Come on, asshole, work with me here even if you’re loopy.” He leaned into me all floppy, head lolling on my shoulder, mumbling “where… bed… feels weird…” and I snapped back quiet but sharp, “Yeah it feels weird because I just knocked you out again, genius, now shut your mouth before my mom hears you sounding like a drunk idiot.”We stumbled toward the door, me half-carrying him because his legs were still jelly from last night plus the haze, and every step he made this soft confused noise
DamienThe alarm blasted me awake at exactly four like the asshole timer I’d set myself, fuxkkk I looked at it again, hell nah, that's not four it was more, and there I was, still wrapped around Alex like some pathetic octopus who didn’t get the memo that one night was supposed to end at sunrise. My arm was locked tight around his waist, face smashed into the back of his neck and hair, and yeah the sticky everything between us hit me first, plus those little bite marks I’d left on his chest staring right up at me in the crappy half-dark. Mine for one fucking night, the thought slammed through my head so hard I almost laughed out loud at how stupid and greedy it sounded, but then reality kicked in, practice in a couple hours, my parents probably already clanking around downstairs like normal morning people, and Alex was gonna wake up any second and either freak or worse, go full ice-cold rival mode and pretend none of it happened.I tried to slide my arm out slowly, real careful, tel
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
DamienI couldn’t do it. Not like that. Not with him still floating somewhere between drunk and whatever the hell that spike had done to him, staring up at me with those glassy eyes begging for everything while my brain kept screaming that this was crossing a line I’d never come back from. I wasn’t about to wake up tomorrow feeling like I’d molested my own teammate, more like loverno matter how hard my dick was or how many times he’d said yes. So I shoved off him fast, chest heaving, and snatched my lighter off the nightstand like it was a goddamn lifeline. “Just… stay there,” I muttered, voice all rough and pissed at myself. “I need a smoke. Don’t move. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”He laughed that sloppy laugh again, rolling onto his side and grabbing at the sheets like they were me. “You’re running away? Captain Damien scared of a little ass? Come on, I asked nice.”“Shut the fuck up, Alex,” I snapped back, already halfway to the door. “I’m not running. I’m not… I just







