All Chapters of Slapshot Awakening: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ryker POVHe doesn’t let up. Jaxon rises to his feet, slow and controlled, and grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him.“You gonna sit there looking ruined, or are you gonna get on your knees like a good boy and thank me properly?”My breath catches.He smirks. “What? You think I don’t remember how your mouth feels? How fucking desperate you were for it the last time?”His hand slips down, unzipping his jeans. His cock’s already hard, flushed and leaking.“You want it, Ryker?” he says, thumb smearing precum across the head as he watches me with hooded eyes. “Show me.”I drop, because fuck, he’s got me. And the smug, low chuckle he gives as I take him into my mouth makes my spine light up.“That’s it,” he groans, hand in my hair now. “Eyes up. Let me watch you choke on it.”I take him into my mouth, slow at first, letting him feel the drag of my tongue, the heat of my breath.His thighs tense under my hands, the only warning I get before he moans, loud, broken and desperate. It rips ou

Jaxon POVThat was fucked up, in his mind I was playing the part. I wasn’t, I fucking hated myself, and rather than try to deal with it like a normal person...I pushed, I tried to humiliate and degrade him because I feel like I don’t deserve anything but to be treated like fucking shit.I don’t even know how we got here. One second, everything felt light, manageable even. Then it cracked. Then I cracked. Like some invisible thread inside me snapped, and now every demon I’ve buried is clawing its way out of the coffin I shoved it into.I don’t move off him. I can’t. My head drops forward until my forehead rests against his back. I don’t care how pathetic it looks. My body is shaking, my ribs are screaming, but that’s not what’s tearing me apart.It’s me. It’s everything inside of me, unraveling in real time.All the walls I built, every layer I wrapped around myself to keep this shit buried, Ryker broke them. Without even trying, he broke them. And now I’m exposed. And it hurts. It hur

Ryker POVI grip his hand, and it’s shaking so bad I feel it in my bones.“You don’t have to be okay right now,” I tell him. “But you don’t get to give up either.”His eyes flicker to mine. And this time, he doesn’t look away.Maybe it’s not healing. Not yet, but it’s something, and for now, that’s enough.I'm not sure how we got to this point. I want to ask him what caused everything to unleash, but I also don't want to push him back to whatever caused it."You need to realise, I'm not leaving Jaxon. The version of yourself that you see is not real. You see all your failures, all your mistakes, all the things you hate, but not a single part of that is the real you."Sighing, I rub my face. "Maybe I did cause all of this. You're right, you were fine, you were surviving, you might not have been living but you were at least fucking surviving and not drowning in this. If you want someone to blame, I'm right here, Jaxon. I'll carry your blame."His head raises slightly."Hell, I'll care y

Jaxon POVOne minute I'm watching the film, the next I'm being shaken awake."Jax," Ryker's voice is quiet."No," I mumble and roll over to get more comfy.He groans and nudges me again. "Jaxon, you need to get up and deal with things.""You said not to, so shh, I'm sleeping." I was enjoying this sleep. I mean, sure, it's daytime, but who cares? If I don't have to skate, then I can sleep."Your phone keeps ringing."Shrugging, I pull the blanket up. "Don't care.""If you do not get up, right now, I'm fucking you."Well, that just makes me feel more comfortable. He groans loudly and flips me over and climbs onto me."You said forget it all, leave it alone, and now I do. You wake me!" What sort of fucked up ideology is that? I finally agree, and he goes against what he said."Yeah, well, that was until your phone began blowing up. Then, because you're not answering people, just assume you're with me and start to harass me, so get up!""Be normal, Ryker. Turn off the phone. That's what m

Jaxon POVThe music hums through the house, vibrating under my skin. I sit back on the edge of the couch, drink in my hand, trying to relax. Trying to just exist for a minute without thinking about everything hanging over me.Quinn drops down beside me with a low grunt, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table like he owns the place. He watches me for a beat, then nudges my shoulder with his.“You serious about him?” he asks, voice casual, but the weight behind it isn’t.I glance at him. “Ryker?”“No, the goddamn balloon in the corner,” he says dryly, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, Ryker.”I huff a small laugh and set my drink down, leaning forward, elbows on my knees. “I’m not gonna hurt him,” I say, and it’s the truth. The most honest thing I’ve said out loud in weeks.Quinn watches me like he’s trying to see if I mean it. “So... this is it then?” he asks carefully. “You giving in? Accepting him?”I hesitate for half a second, but it feels pointless to lie. Especially here. Especially no