All Chapters of Pucking Around with Fate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

117 Chapters

Settle

POV: KhyleKhyle fiddled with his drink as he considered the question.Now that Kensei was gone, the bluenet had regressed, his attitude turning like a switch, the lazy cockiness resettling over him the way it always did when the social lubricant of a third person was removed from the equation. Khyle felt a little less comfortable himself, but he wondered if Gunner was just hiding behind it the way he hid behind most things.As for the question about his love life, he was reluctant to go there with Gunner. It seemed like information the man would find a way to use against him. And even though he wanted to find a way to smooth things over between them, somehow his current lack of a sexual life didn't feel like something he wanted to share with the blue-eyed womanizer sitting next to him. But seeing as he was the one who had called this little party to order, Khyle finally decided he might as well lay his cards on the table. They were supposed to be getting to know each other. And Khyle

Eight Inches

POV: GunnerGunner stared at the screen, but the images were far beyond his awareness.The kid was doing it again. Making him think on things he had tried not to give too much thought to. Before Santos had showed up, Gunner had been an enforcer and a ladies' man. Plain and simple. But was it?For Gunner, dating, more like the revolving door arrangement he'd been running since he was seventeen, had been nearly a pastime. Until recently.He didn't want an easy casual thing. He liked fire. He liked challenge. If a woman didn't have that then he slept with her once or twice and moved on. When one had enough life in her to hold his interest he'd give it a real shot. But that was rare. Even Jordan hadn't been enough, and she had quite a bit of fire in her. The women he'd properly dated in his twenty-five years, he could count on one hand. And none of them had stayed around for more than a few weeks or a couple of months at best.He always gave them the heave-ho because not only did they fai

Halle-motherfuckin-lujah

POV: KhyleBy now, the two men were sitting in what was more or less a comfortable silence.Kensei had drifted toward the bar to settle the tab and have one last conversation with his favorite member of the staff, leaving the two of them with the quiet and the fading noise of a bar that was winding down for the night. Gunner's lazy gaze had slid away from the waitress's overexposed backside and drifted toward the flat screens, the flickering images of a sports highlight reel moving through without demanding anything from either of them.Khyle took a pull from the bottom of his third and final beer of the night. Lite beer. He had no use for hangovers, and he had a game tomorrow. Though he usually preferred coolers to beer, he hadn't been in the mood to take the inevitable commentary from present company tonight. In present company, his tastes would absolutely have been scrutinized.He was thinking about the evening, taking a quiet inventory of where they had started and where they were

Three Stars

POV: GunnerHe could feel the cool snap of crisp air filling his lungs, the whispered scrape of sharpened blades slicing against the ice, and the stretch and pull of muscles so powerful that it would take hours of punishment to exhaust them.But only in his mind.Gunner settled himself deeper into the guts of his couch and folded arms heavy with knotted muscle into a rigid weave against his chest, face set in an unimpressed scowl as he watched the game play out from the relative solitude of his apartment.He inhaled slow and deep, held it, and exhaled just as slowly. He could feel an acid growl building, an uprising of resentment tightening things in the depths of his chest and throat. But he kept it to himself.He wasn't alone.The neighbors down the hall had insisted on dropping in with a six pack of beer.He had wanted to say no. He had been saying no, in various forms and with varying degrees of politeness, to most of the world for the past week. But the neighbors were decent peop

White Knuckle It

POV: GunnerHe turned left, making no effort to turn on the hall light. He knew his way around this place fine in the dark. The floors were clean. He wasn't going to stub his toes on anything.And he sure as hell didn't believe in monsters and things that went bump in the night. The world was a scary enough place with the people that inhabited it. Him included. Why make things up?A few steps further down the hall, Gunner reached the open doorway of his bedroom and stopped dead.His lungs stilled. He swayed against his own heartbeat, and all his concentration turned inward. Ghostly voices from the past moved over his shoulder through the darkness. He couldn't stop them. He never could, in the dark, in the quiet, when there was nothing left to redirect him."I'm telling you, you are getting too rough.""Paaaa." A growled warning. "I said don't start on me again. I'm doing my job.""You were not this rough before you became a big shot star.""Hn." A side glare. No argument."This coach

Gay for Gunner

POV: KhyleKhyle tugged persistently at his lower lip as he maneuvered his car through the streets of Seattle, mind drifting to autopilot along the straight stretches while he considered and reconsidered his current situation.After last night, Khyle had taken a giant step up from being the worst thing the town had ever seen on ice. In fact, if the fans' reaction was anything to go by, he was something of a hero again. A young man of Khyle's particular disposition could appreciate that, despite the shallow nature of being on again off again with the fans. In the end, though, it was always the win that really drove him. The victory.But as much as he'd tried to enjoy their win, he couldn't shake feeling bothered by last night's game.The mood in the locker room had been nothing short of jubilant. Smiles that felt like a thing of the past had returned. And though Khyle had come off the ice just as psyched as the rest of the team, caught up in the visceral high and the flurry of head rub

Their Bastard

POV: KhyleAs he rounded the front exterior of the upscale building, Khyle took a deep breath of winter air and a giant swallow of reality. As much as his hormones wanted to fraternize with the enemy in some semi-definable physical way, they had other things to sort out first.They'd managed to sit in a bar together and share a beer without any real hostility. It was a start, but the real work was just beginning. They had proven that they were capable of behaving in a civilized manner, but that didn't mean they actually liked each other on a level where they wouldn't find themselves tangled up in another fist fight over some stupid disagreement.Khyle craned his neck like he was scanning the rooftops for snipers as he rounded the building. Instead, he inhaled more of the fresh winter air and took in the details of Gunner's territory. Treaty or no, it felt like wandering onto enemy land, hoping to hash out the details of a cease fire.Perhaps viewing their bonding time as work was not

Halloween Was In October

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerLess than two minutes later, the silver doors parted and Khyle straightened, his heart stuttering in his chest.As the bluenet stepped out into the foyer and stalked toward him, reckless brown eyes took in everything about the man, overwhelmed for a moment by that immoral combination of graceful motion and powerful build, all displayed so well in athletic gear that seemed to relax against his body like it sought to cling to every muscle. It seemed to hit him all at once, the loose pull of his dark navy track pants, the white shirt that left none of the smooth bulk beneath it to the imagination within the open jacket. He was damn easy on the eyes.But Khyle blinked twice when he noticed the bluenet's hands. They were covered by a pair of thin black fingerless gloves with what appeared to be fine white bones running down the back. They were outlandish, much like that shirt he'd worn their first time out, but fitting. He could almost imagine those hands crushi

Never Boring

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThere was the shortest of pauses before blue eyes slid back up to him from the bottom step, confused and narrowed in suspicion."What?"Khyle jogged down the steps to the walkway, quick and light on his feet. He skirted past the bluenet, the enforcer's head swiveling like a hungry falcon to keep a displeased eye on him."Nothing," Khyle said quickly, his eyes already closed in a blunt dismissal that he knew would irk Gunner to no end. His brows were knit in concentration as he stopped and stretched an amply toned arm behind himself then swung both out to the side to get his blood flowing. Khyle bounced on his toes a few times, rolling his neck for good measure. All to the sound of pre-eruptive volcanic silence."Are you warmed up?" Khyle asked, listening intently for any hint of movement should he need to defend himself. One eye slid open, just in case."I was warmed up hours ago," came the curt reply. "Now, what the hell did." Gunner cut himself off and sq

The Run

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerKhyle's breath was steady, even.The burn light, manageable.It was natural, what their bodies were doing, muscles coiling and uncoiling, hearts beating steady as they moved together, nothing on their minds but pushing through the pain to reach euphoria, just enjoying the feeling of being alive.They were both moving in sync, a leisurely jog along the cleared sidewalk, Khyle lagging one purposeful step behind Gunner, trying to pace him, his presence an invisible leash.His position allowed him a slanted view of the side of Gunner's face and the edge of an almost smile. Or what he imagined might be. It was that, or a grimace.Except for one final and ultimately derisive snort from the bluenet, the last metaphorical word as it were, the rest of the run had been quiet, their steps and breathing light and measured. If they were trying to come up with things to say during their run, neither succeeded. But the silence this time felt right, even if a little fragil

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