All Chapters of Fire and Ice ;A hockey Romance story : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Andre is going to end up getting his ass kicked by Daniel and he doesn't even care. Andre is a popular guy…he always has been. He’s never had an issue in the dating scene amongst guys or girls. Especially not now, not when he’s a season away from being pulled up to the NHL — he’s popular and yet Dylan completely deflates his ego when he looks up and smiles at him. “Welcome to our dorm! I’m Dylan!”Andre nods with a smile. Trying to keep his cool. goes to drop his bag when Dylan clears his throat, “and your name is?” The bag thuds against the ground as Andre stands there, completely flabbergasted because…..Dylan doesn’t even know him? he stares blankly a few times before noticing that jean jacket with his damn number on the back hanging from the door. walks over and points at it with a smirk, trying hard not to look like a kicked puppy.“Figured you’d recognize me after walking around with my name and number at the last home game.”Dylan’s eyes light up before his face turns bri

Andre is quite literally shaking when he stands in the bathroom.what the fuck.Why did he do that? god that was so creepy.Dylan is most likely going to cuss him out the second he returns.he didn’t even mean to. It was like his hand moved all on its own and he was frozen inside himself watching the way Dylan’s round eyes zeroed in on his hand the closer it got to his chin. And he didn’t flinch at all as if it were normal for Andre to touch him, at least he had the decency to not touch the chocolate on his lip that would’ve been worse. so much worse.When he comes out, Dylan is busy cleaning up his side of the room. all wrappers out of sight and Andre can now see the big box of pastries on his desk. "I told you not to stop because of me.”Dylan laughs, soft and gentle, "I have no need to be eating anymore.”“a couple pastries won’t make your abs go away, Kook.” the other’s face burns bright red and Andre knows it’s the perfect moment to change the subject because boundaries.yes, b

“Did Dre text you back?”“Is he going to let us take him out?”“No, Jay, he has finals.He can’t get drunk.”“Stop being a buzzkill, Bryan it’s fine!”“He’s been down in the dumps, he needs this!”“Did he tell you that? really?”“Yeah.. he texted Austin and me—“Dylan is not eavesdropping….he’s not…but these guys clearly know something and now that Dylan has confirmed something is wrong his knee bounces uncontrollably.He needs to know he doesn’t know why he needs to know. but he does one of the guys that ran off to get concessions comes back with five drinks balanced between his arms and a bucket of popcorn.When he almost drops it, Dylan is quick to hold the bucket steady with a warm smile. "I’m sorry— wait… do I know you from somewhere?”Unsure, but pretty positive he doesn’t, Dylan shrugs, “nope. just didn't want to wear your popcorn.”the guy clicks his tongue before his face lights up in recognition. “ Ah! you were the guy that has my brother’s name and number painted on the bac

Dylan is still frozen in place. He can’t move. It's like the heat from Andre’s touch on his body has molded him into the floor. Who knows how many minutes it takes Andre to get ready before he exits and finds Dylan still in front of the door. A heavy sigh falling from his lips. “May I please leave?” Dylan doesn’t look at him. He can’t.He does, however, slowly step out of the way moving past Andre to dive into his bed and cry himself to sleep but he doesn’t get far because a long arm that wraps around his waist from behind, stops him. He feels Andre’s face press into the back of his neck, “ I'm so sorry, Dylan, please don’t be upset because of me. I'll figure all this shit out and after winter break we can be best friends again. okay? just.. let me work through this, on my own. I'm sorry.”Dylan nods, hand gently holding Andre’s arm against his stomach the touch like a million little bolts of electricity.The way Andre’s fingers part just enough that Dylan’s barely slip betwee

The last thing Dylan should be doing right now is traveling home with Daniel for the holidays. He knows that. How is he supposed to play the role of a caring boyfriend in front of Daniel ’s family when he hasn’t stopped thinking about Andre. The painful truth is that Dylan is not dumb, by any stretch of the imagination. He knew he was growing something more than friendship for Andre. He knew it when he had the urge to drag himself to a hockey game with a box of pastries and a smile. But he did his best.He didn't want this.He didn't want everything with Daniel to be thrown off.He didn't want to have a dumb hockey player move into his dorm and become a part of his everyday life.Andre wasn’t supposed to like the same music and enjoy anime with him and stop by his work sometimes just to say hi.Everything that took place over those three months should’ve never happened. But they did and it’s too late and the stamp Andre has left in Dylan’s heart,his life, really— it isn’t going