All Chapters of PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER 31- BITTERSWEET VICTORY

Liam stepped out of the penalty box with his jaw locked tight, the five-minute penalty box feeling like an eternity. The arena noise crashed over him like a wave — cheers, boos, and the sharp scrape of skates on ice. His knuckles were raw and swollen from the brawl, and his right arm throbbed from an earlier hit he’d ignored.The scoreboard read 2-1 in favor of the Wolves. Good. They’d held the lead while he was gone.He skated back to the rink, where Raphael was already waiting, eyes sharp with concern. Their gazes met for a brief second. Raphael gave him a small nod — silent gratitude mixed with something heavier. Liam looked away quickly, afraid of what he might see in those dark eyes.“Welcome back, Cap!” Marcus shouted, slapping his shoulder. “We held ‘em. Let’s finish this.”The game resumed with ferocious intensity. The Shadow Reapers were angry, playing even dirtier now. Every shift felt like walking through fire. Liam threw himself into the play, skating harder than he had al

CHAPTER 32- NANNY DUTY

Liam sat on the edge of the examination table in the arena’s medical room, staring down at the black sling now secured around his right arm. The doctor had just finished the painful reduction and wrapped everything up with clear instructions: rest, ice, physical therapy, and absolutely no contact for at least a week. The victory high that had briefly filled the room had already faded into something heavier.They had won. They should be celebrating.Instead, the mood in the medical room and the hallway outside was subdued. A few teammates lingered near the door, shifting awkwardly.Marcus rubbed the back of his neck. “We can skip the celebration tonight, Cap. Doesn’t feel right partying while you’re sitting here like this.”Big Mike nodded. “Yeah, man. We can just head back to the hotel and chill. You took that hit for the team.”Liam immediately shook his head, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No. Absolutely not. You guys earned this win. Go celebrate. I’m fine. It’s

CHAPTER 33- AFTERCARE

Liam stood frozen in the middle of the hotel bathroom, heart hammering so loudly he was sure Raphael could hear it over the running water.“You’re going to help me shower?!” His voice cracked embarrassingly high. “No. No way. I’ll figure it out. I can—”Raphael leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that infuriatingly calm smirk playing on his lips. “Pretty boy, you can barely lift your good arm without wincing. How exactly do you plan on washing your hair or your back?”Liam opened his mouth. Closed it. The reality of his situation hit him like a slapshot.“Fine,” he grumbled, face already burning. “But… the shower might be tricky with the sling. Water could get in.”Raphael glanced at the large corner bathtub. “Then we use the tub. You can rest your arm on the edge and keep it dry. Problem solved.”Liam’s brain short-circuited. A bathtub. With Raphael. This was getting worse by the second.Raphael didn’t wait for more protests. He turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature

TELL ME TO STOP AND I WILL

Liam jolted awake with a gasp, heart pounding violently against his ribs. He'd had a nightmare.In the dream, he had been on the ice, stick in hand, when a brutal hit had shattered his arm completely. The doctors had delivered the verdict with grim faces: career-ending injury. No more hockey. No more captaincy. No more purpose. The crowd had faded into silence as he was carried off the ice, useless and broken.The pain in his real arm yanked him fully into consciousness. A deep, throbbing ache radiated from his elbow, sharp and unrelenting, as if someone was twisting a knife inside the joint. He winced hard, instinctively trying to shift positions to relieve the pressure, but the movement only made it worse. A low, pained groan escaped his throat before he could stop it.Beside him, Raphael stirred immediately. The mattress dipped as he sat up, voice rough with sleep but instantly alert.“Liam? What’s wrong?” Raphael’s hand was already reaching out in the dark, gently touching Liam’s

CHAPTER 35- COME FOR ME PRETTY BOY

Liam stayed silent.The words “Tell me to stop and I will” lingered in the heavy darkness between them like a loaded question. His heart pounded so hard he could feel it in his throat, in his temples, in the throbbing pulse between his legs. Every inch of his body was hyper-aware of Raphael — the solid warmth of his chest pressed against his back, the strong hand that was currently teasing the elastic of his boxer briefs, the steady rise and fall of Raphael’s breathing against his neck.Raphael waited. Patient. Steady. Giving Liam every chance to pull away.When no protest came, Raphael’s hand slowly, deliberately slid lower.His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Liam’s boxer briefs, brushing over the trail of soft hair leading down. Liam’s breath hitched sharply, his entire body tensing.“Raphael…” Liam whispered, voice strained and shaky, barely audible.“mhmm?” Raphael murmured against his ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. “I’ve got you. Just feel. If at any point, you

CHAPTER 36- THE MORNING AFTER THE ACT

What do you do when you let your enemy give you a handjob and you come all over his hand last night?You avoid him. Or you try your best to.Liam woke up slowly, the lingering haze of sleep fighting a losing battle against the sharp sting of reality. Warmth surrounded him — too much warmth. A solid chest rose and fell steadily beneath his cheek. One strong arm was wrapped securely around his waist, holding him close. His leg was tangled with someone else’s, their bodies pressed together in a way that felt far too natural for the chaos raging in his mind.Raphael.The memories slammed into him all at once, vivid and merciless.The desperate moan he’d let out in the dark. The way Raphael’s hand had felt wrapped around him — firm, confident, perfect. The low, velvet praise whispered against his ear. The way he had come so hard he saw stars, spilling over Raphael’s fingers while moaning his name like a prayer.Liam’s face burned with shame. His stomach twisted violently. He was still half

CHAPTER 37- ALREADY ACTING LIKE A JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND?

“I’m not going anywhere.”The simple line hung in the air between them like a promise wrapped in quiet certainty. Raphael’s voice was soft, steady, and far too gentle for the storm still raging inside Liam’s chest.Liam scoffed, the sound escaping before he could stop it. A shaky, disbelieving chuckle followed. He dragged his good hand through his messy hair, trying to hide how much that promise affected him.“Wow,” he muttered, forcing a crooked grin. “You sound like a mushy poet right now. Professing your undying love or something. Careful, Thorne, you’re gonna ruin your reputation as the cocky bisexual heartbreaker.”Raphael’s eyebrows shot up. Then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms, eyes sparkling with mischief.“Oh really?” he drawled, pitching his voice higher in an exaggerated imitation of Liam’s tone from minutes ago. “You’re one to talk, pretty boy. Weren’t you the one doing the confessing? ‘Oh my Raphy baby… I

BIG TEDDY FOR RAPHAEL'S BABY

Chapter 38The charity fair was alive with color and sound.A large park in the heart of the city had been transformed into a bustling wonderland of community spirit. Colorful tents and stalls stretched across the grass, their banners fluttering in the gentle breeze. The air smelled of cotton candy, grilled corn, and fried dough. Children ran between booths with oversized plush prizes clutched in their arms, their laughter ringing out like bells. Local bands played upbeat music from a small stage near the center, while volunteers in bright vests collected donations and handed out flyers. Face painters worked on giggling kids, caricature artists sketched couples, and a basketball mini-game area drew competitive crowds. It was warm, lively, and slightly chaotic — the perfect escape after the intensity of the previous night and the hard-fought game.Liam slipped back into captain mode the moment they arrived, despite the black sling still securing his injured arm. He gathered the team

I'M INTERESTED IN YOU

Chapter 39Never ask what the worst that can happen is. Life has an alarming tendency to treat it like a challenge.Raphael’s playful words — “Relax, Captain. What’s the worst Marcus could possibly get himself into?” — hung in the air for approximately three seconds before Liam felt the familiar sinking sensation of impending chaos.He should have known better.Marcus had already vanished into the crowd like a man on a mission, and both Liam and Raphael silently agreed — without exchanging a single word — that letting him wander unsupervised was a terrible idea.They discreetly followed.The charity fair was a vibrant explosion of life. Colorful tents and stalls dotted the large park like jewels on green velvet. Local bands played upbeat summer music from a small stage, while volunteers in bright vests moved through the crowd collecting donations. It was beautiful and It should have been relaxing.Instead, Liam’s nerves were stretched tight.He kept his good hand in his pocket, sling

MARCUS AND HIS CHAOS

Liam moved through the charity fair with his ears still burning. He refused to touch his forehead. He refused to think about it. He absolutely refused to replay the soft press of Raphael’s lips against his skin. It had happened. It was over. There was no reason for his heart to be beating like he’d just played three overtime periods.“I’m interested in you.” No. He wasn’t thinking about it. Not at all.He tightened his grip on the giant teddy bear tucked under his good arm. A few steps behind him, Raphael caught up without saying anything. The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was just quiet.Eventually Raphael glanced at the teddy bear. “I thought you didn’t want it.” Liam didn’t look at him. “I don’t.” “Hm.” “I’m only carrying it because you were going to throw it away.” “I was.” “It would’ve been wasteful.” Raphael nodded. “So you’re rescuing it.” “I’m preventing unnecessary littering.” “Very noble.”Liam shot him a flat look. “Don’t make fun of me.” “I wo

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