All Chapters of PUCKING MY ROOMMATE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER 71The apartment was still.The low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the distant rumble of city traffic outside were the only sounds filling the quiet space. Without Aria’s chaotic energy—no clothes scattered over the back of the sofa, no random pop music playing from her phone, no discarded mugs left on the counter—the apartment felt empty.But it didn't feel cold.Raphael shut the front door behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the entryway. He hung his keys on the wall hook, shifting slightly as Liam stepped past him to drop his gear bag near the closet.As Liam moved by, his shoulder brushed against Raphael’s chest. Neither of them flinched away. Instead, Liam lingered for a split second, his body heat radiating through his hoodie before he turned toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms."God, it feels like I haven't been in the room in a month," Liam murmured, stretching his arms overhead as he walked in.Raphael followed him down the hall, leaning a

CHAPTER 73Morning light crept slowly through the slats of the blinds, washing Liam’s bedroom in a pale, quiet gold.Liam was awake. He had been awake for at least ten minutes, staring fixedly at the ceiling while his brain pulled off an Olympic-level mental crisis.What on earth was that last night?His face burned hot against the pillow just thinking about it. He, Liam Lannister—captain of the team, the guy who had spent the better part of three years maintaining a cool, unbothered, sharp-tongued rivalry with Raphael Thorne—had practically begged Raphael to take his clothes off. He had whined. He had thrown a literal minor tantrum on his own mattress because Raphael was being too responsible about his recovering hand.He turned his head slightly, his eyes falling on the dark hair resting just inches from his nose.Raphael hadn't gone to his own bed. He hadn't even retreated to the far side of Liam’s bed. He was right here, slee

CHAPTER 75Liam took a slow, grounding breath and stepped right into the middle of the room. He tossed his glove onto the center bench, letting it hit the wood with a loud thwack to drag everyone’s attention back to him.Alright, Lannister, he thought to himself, adjusting the collar of his jersey. Time to act like you actually lead this circus."Alright, listen up," Liam called out, his voice cutting through the noise easily. He leaned against the central whiteboard frame, resting his good arm over the top, bringing his signature mix of cool authority and sharp snark. "You all heard Coach. The charity fair disaster is done. We leave the broken booth, the bad press, and the noise right there in the past."A few guys nodded, though Marcus pulled a guilty face on the bench."The Shadow Reapers think they rattled us," Liam continued, a slight, mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And let's be honest—half of you looked like you forgot how to skate after two weeks off. I h

Chapter 77The apartment door had barely swung shut behind them when Liam twisted the deadbolt with a sharp click.The sound hadn’t even finished echoing before Raphael moved.One second Liam was turning, keys still in his hand. The next, his back hit the door hard enough to rattle the frame. Raphael’s forearm braced across his chest, pinning him there, the full weight of a professional athlete caging him in. The keys slipped from Liam’s fingers and clattered to the floor.“Fuck—”Raphael didn’t give him room to finish. He leaned in, nose brushing the shell of Liam’s ear, and dragged in a slow, deliberate inhale like he was breathing him in. The tip of his tongue followed, wet and hot, tracing the line from Liam’s pulse point up to the soft skin just beneath his ear.Liam’s entire body jerked.“You’ve been asking for this,” Raphael murmured, voice low and rough, the words vibrating against Liam’s skin. “Every time you blushed when they clapped you on the back. Every time you let them

Chapter 79Reality settled over him in heavy layers.He had just come by a man’s mouth.Raphael’s mouth.His roommate. His teammate. The guy who had been driving him insane for months now.Liam’s face burned. He turned his head slightly toward the pillow, staring at nothing, while his mind spun in circles. I let him suck me off. I came on his face. I moaned like that. I begged and now I’m lying here with my cock out and his spit still drying on me and I—He swallowed hard. The panic was there, sharp and real, but underneath it was something quieter and far more confusing: he didn’t want to take it back.Raphael was still kneeling between his legs, watching him with those dark, steady eyes. After a moment he shifted, wiping the last of Liam’s cum from his cheek with the back of his hand before resting both palms lightly on Liam’s thighs.“Hey,” he said, voice low. “You went quiet on me.”Liam’s throat worked. He couldn’t quite meet Raphael’s gaze yet.Raphael’s thumbs stroked once ove