Owned on the Ice M/M Romance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 251 - チャプター 260

Lukas was putting up decorations as slowly as humanly possible, barely glancing at where he was hanging them. Kara worked beside him, both of them pulling exaggerated faces at each other while they completed their unpaid labor.Every streamer and balloon was hung with all the enthusiasm of a funeral.Their mom kept passing by, gentle but relentless, reminding him of things that still needed doing and pointing out what to set out where. Lukas muttered under his breath each time, but grabbed whatever she shoved into his hand and carried on.Ell, meanwhile, was in the kitchen making mocktails with a couple of her loudest friends. Every time they found an excuse to wander through, they cornered Lukas with the same question: did he have any single teammates? He started answering with increasingly sarcastic lies—married, divorced, in jail, allergic to women—just to shut them up.His mom circled back around, her nagging softer than Ell’s but no less persistent. “You know, Lukas, it wouldn’t

The words echoed in Lukas’s head long after they were spoken.He swallowed, voice rough. “You were going to start a family with Nathan?”Aiden exhaled slowly, standing to face him. He raked a hand through his hair, still breathless, and shook his head firmly. “No. Nathan made it very clear he didn’t want kids. But he was willing to be my partner despite that. And my mom…” His mouth twisted. “Wanted me to at least have a permanent partner. Unofficially engaged, I guess. Though that was never explicitly part of the deal. So I hope that won’t affect my practices… but I can't be sure.”He shifted his weight, thumb rubbing over his palm. “I needed you to know. But I'm aware it might… be too much to handle.”The room was quiet except for the faint hum of chatter from downstairs and the soft rustle of their movements. Light from the window caught in Aiden’s hair as he stood there, shirt half open, skin flushed, looking like temptation itself. Controlled, composed, but with an edge of tension

Aiden’s voice was still low, still steady, but Lukas could hear the strain under it. “Someone’s going to come looking for us.”“They can look,” Lukas murmured, his breath hot against Aiden’s neck. His good hand was already sliding down, catching in the waistband of Aiden’s jeans. “Door’s locked.”“Lukas—”“Shh.” He leaned in, pressing Aiden tighter against the door, his body curving around him. “You’re overthinking.”Aiden tried for composure, but it faltered the moment Lukas ground against him. His breath hitched. “We don’t have any lube.”Lukas grinned, eyes bright and wicked all at once. “Yeah, we do.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out the small, stolen jar. “Coconut oil. It’s safe.”Aiden turned his head, amusement flickering through the tension in his jaw. “You looked that up?”“Course I did.” Lukas’s tone was rougher now, lips dragging along Aiden’s throat. “Didn’t think I’d come unprepared, did you?”He pressed harder, his erection grinding against Aiden’s crotch through

The next few days blurred into a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. Lukas hadn’t known it was possible to cum that many times or to want one person so relentlessly. It was like an addiction. Aiden was the drug, and Lukas never got enough.They spent the better part of the week in bed, or near it, tangled in sheets and sweat. Between rounds, Aiden would stretch Lukas’s arm, coaxing movement back into the muscles until Lukas could do it himself. Most of the time, he did it naked, half-distracted by the constant state of satisfaction Aiden used to dull the pain.The Stormriders had qualified for the playoffs, the last few games of the season basically filler, throwaway matches like the one Lukas had told Mac to let the Reapers win. Everyone knew they were saving their energy for the real fight ahead, and Lukas was desperate to be part of it. The injury had sidelined him long enough; he could almost taste the ice now.Being a good boy for the doctor definitely had its perks. Every careful s

Lukas reached down to help Kara up, his good arm wrapping around her shoulders to steady her. She leaned into him, wincing as her injured leg took weight. But before he could lift her completely, Aiden stepped closer. “Let me carry her.”Lukas nodded, quietly grateful. Aiden crouched, one arm under Kara’s knees, the other supporting her back, and lifting her like it was nothing. They headed back up the track toward the car, Lukas keeping close. When they reached it, Aiden gently set Kara in the back seat before sliding into the driver’s side.Lukas climbed in beside her, twisting awkwardly with his sling to buckle her seatbelt. Kara gave him a weak smile. “I can do it myself, I have working arms.”“Do you want me to put you back under that tire rack?” Lukas asked, tugging the strap anyway. She scoffed. “I'd like to see you try.”Aiden’s voice carried from the front, dry and amused. “Charming family bonding, but if the patients in the backseat don't settle down I will separate you.”