All Chapters of Fragments on Ice: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elias stepped out of the back room looking perfectly put together, hair fixed, clothes straightened, a faint flush still lingering on his cheeks. No one would guess what had just happened behind that closed door. He slid onto a stool at the bar and ordered a fresh drink from the new bartender who had taken over Damon’s shift. The cold glass felt good against his palm. He took a slow sip, letting the alcohol settle, then caught Elara’s eye across the room and flashed her a small, satisfied smile.Elara was on the dance floor, moving easily with some guy who had his hands on her waist. She waved back, grinning, before turning her attention to her dance partner again.Elias’s phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced down and saw a message from his dad, Peter. He opened it.‘We are going to the Thorne’s house tomorrow evening after your early morning practice. Love you, Eli.’A deep frown creased Elias’s forehead. Thorne’s house? Of all the people his fathers could be connected to…Elara s

The black iron gates of the Thorne estate swung open smoothly as Peter Noir guided the car up the long driveway. Dave sat in the passenger seat, relaxed and chatting lightly about the weather, while Elias occupied the back, trying to keep his breathing even. The house was impressive, large, modern, with sharp lines and perfectly manicured lawns that screamed old money mixed with cold distance.Mr. Marvel Thorne stood waiting outside the grand entrance, hands clasped behind his back. As the car stopped, he stepped forward with a broad, practiced smile.“Peter! Dave! Welcome,” Marvel said warmly, shaking hands firmly. His eyes flicked to the back seat. “And this must be your son, Elias. Great to finally meet you in person. Come in, come in, May’s been looking forward to this.”The three of them followed Marvel inside, the heavy front door closing with a soft thud behind them. The interior was sleek: dark wood floors, expensive art on the walls, and a faint scent of polished furniture an

Damon’s smirk grew wider, dark and full of hunger. He moved toward Elias fast, slamming him back against the wall with a hard thud. Elias’s back hit the cold surface, and before he could even catch his breath, Damon crashed his lips onto his in a rough, hungry kiss. There was no warning, no softness, just pure need. Damon’s tongue pushed into Elias’s mouth, tasting him deeply, devouring him like he couldn’t get enough.Elias moaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing at Damon’s shoulders. The kiss was wet and aggressive, lips sliding, tongues fighting. Damon’s hands were everywhere — gripping Elias’s waist, pulling their bodies tight together.Then Damon spun him roughly around. Elias’s cheek pressed against the cold wall, his palms flat on the surface to keep balance. Damon yanked Elias’s shorts down hard, the fabric pooling at his ankles.“Pull down your pants,” Damon commanded, voice low and rough.Elias obeyed immediately. He shoved his pants and underwear the rest of the way down,

Elias was still catching his breath, chest rising and falling rapidly, when his phone started ringing loudly from the floor beside the bed. He was lying half on top of Damon, pants tangled around his ankles, cum still warm and sticky on his stomach and chest. The room smelled strongly of sex and sweat.“Shit,” Elias groaned, reaching down with shaky fingers to grab the phone. Elara’s name flashed on the screen.He answered, trying to sound normal even though his voice was still rough. “Hey, potato.”“Elias, where the hell are you?” Elara’s voice came through sharp and impatient. “We have evening practice in less than an hour and you’re not here. Coach already asked me twice where you disappeared to after the morning session. I covered for you once today, I’m not doing it again.”Elias sat up slowly, wiping the mess on his stomach with his discarded shirt. Damon was still lounging naked beside him, one arm draped lazily over the back of the bed, watching with an amused smirk.“Shit… I

The medical team at the rink did what they could, wrapped Elias’s arm, gave him ice and painkillers, but it wasn’t enough. The swelling was bad, the pain sharp and unrelenting. Within twenty minutes they had him on a stretcher and loaded into an ambulance. The siren wailed as they sped toward the hospital.Elias’s screams filled the narrow hospital hallway the moment they rolled him in. Every bump of the gurney sent fresh agony shooting through his left arm. The skin from his wrist to his elbow had already turned a deep, ugly purple from the hard scrape against the ice. His face was pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he clenched his teeth and tried not to cry out again.“Fuck, it hurts!” he gasped, voice cracking.Elara jogged beside the stretcher on one side, her hand gripping his good shoulder. “You’re okay, superstar. We’re here. Just breathe.”Damon was on the other side, face tight with worry, pushing along with the paramedics. “Hang in there, Elias. They’re gonna fix you up.