All Chapters of Dirty Games Off Ice: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Alex 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

Alex I blinked through the blood and there was Jax, storming up the sidewalk like he’d appeared out of nowhere. Cool Jax. The guy on the other team everybody wanted to be around, the one who always had the perfect joke in the locker room, the one I never really vibed with because he was too smooth and I was always the sarcastic asshole in the corner. But right then? Never been happier to see anybody in my life. He looked pissed, shoulders up, fists already balled.The boxer turned, still holding that finishing punch back. “Mind your own business, kid.”“Mind my own? That’s my teammate…. Well, low key rival but we're from the same school and you’re beating the shit out of him ,” Jax snapped, stepping between us fast. “Walk away or we got a problem.”The boxer laughed once, short and mean. “You want some too? Fine.”And then they went at it. Jax threw first, solid right that caught the guy on the jaw same place I’d hit earlier. The boxer fired back quickly, but Jax ducked and came up w

Jax He looked completely wrecked. Pale, sweaty, bruises already blooming on his hips where hands had grabbed too hard. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands shaking, and whispered right next to his ear, “Hey, it’s me. Jax. I’m here now, okay? I got you. I’m so fucking sorry I let this happen.”He didn’t wake up, just breathed heavy and ragged. I pulled his pants the rest of the way off slowly , carefully , and there it was his ass red and swollen, slick with lube and cum, torn a little at the edges like the guy hadn’t given a single shit if it hurt. Damien. That sneaky bastard had fucked him. Taken his virginity while I sat in my car like a loser. I wanted to punch the wall till my knuckles bled. I wanted to chase Damien down and break his face into next week. But Alex was right there, broken and used, and all I could do was crawl onto the bed beside him.I pulled him against my chest, arms tight around him, and started kissing his forehead first, soft, over and over. “I didn’t mean f

Damien I slammed the car door so hard the whole frame shook, and I peeled out of there like the devil himself was riding shotgun. My cheek still burned where Alex had slapped the shit out of me, and every time I touched it with my tongue I tasted blood from my split lip. Good. Let it sting. Let it remind me what a fucking idiot I was for opening my mouth and saying he deserved it. The road blurred in front of me because I was driving too fast and not paying attention, windows down so the wind whipped in and tried to cool my face but it did jack shit for the mess inside my head. Alex’s voice kept looping, loud and shaky like he was right there in the passenger seat yelling at me again. “You’re a stupid selfish heartless monster. I hope you burn in hell you Satan.” He had called me Satan. Me. After everything. After I drove his drunk ass home last night and made sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit or whatever. And then he hits me with the rape word like it was my fault he got wasted