All Chapters of OFF THE ICE,STILL RIVALS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31: ELLIOT"What the hell happened to your face?"Coach's voice echoed off the entryway walls like a pistol shot. He stood in the room, his heavy winter coat unzipped, his sharp, veteran eyes locked directly onto Adrian’s swollen, split lower lip.I leaned heavily on my aluminum crutches, my pulse spiking into my throat. Adrian didn't even flinch. He stood near the edge of the hallway in his grey hoodie, his expression utterly unbothered as he casually wiped a stray drop of water from the back of his neck."Slipped on the wet granite floor in the bathroom while helping Elliot out of the shower, Coach," Adrian said, his voice smooth, even, and entirely believable. "Took the edge of the porcelain sink right to the mouth. Dumb mistake."Coach stared at him for three long, agonizing seconds, his jaw working as he weighed Adrian's explanation. The air between the three of us was taut, thick with the lingering scent of cedar soap and the violent heat of what had actually happened in

CHAPTER 33: ELLIOTThe late-night quiet in our shared living room was thick enough to choke on.I was sitting back on the sofa, my right leg stretched out flat across a tower of throw pillows. The fiberglass cast felt like a lead weight anchored to my bone, but the sharpest throbbing had finally quieted down. Across the coffee table, Adrian was leaning back in the armchair, his long legs stretched out, casually scrolling through his phone in the dim light of the floor lamp.He looked completely relaxed. Too relaxed for a guy who had spent the last seventy two hours hovering over me, carrying me down a mountain, and holding me against the wet tile of our shower.My chest tightened as the memory of yesterday , the bathroom flared up, the heat, the steam, and the unmistakable, rock hard weight of his cock pressed against my thigh while his fingers worked me over.I clenched my jaw, staring at his profile until he finally felt the burn of my glare and turned his dark eyes toward me."You

CHAPTER 35: ELLIOTThe heat in my face was nuclear.I was pinned against the locker room bench, the hard wooden slat pressing into my spine, my heart thrashing against my ribs like a trapped bird. Adrian stayed crouched right between my spread knees, his hands braced on either side of my hips, his broad shoulders completely blocking out the vast, cold space of the empty stalls. The dark, possessive look in his eyes hadn't faded—it had only sharpened, thick with a dangerous, suffocating weight that made the air in my lungs turn to liquid.My tongue felt heavy in my mouth. I forced myself to swallow, leaning forward just half an inch so my breath brushed directly against the sharp line of his jaw, searching his face for any sign of a crack in his foundation."Are you already falling, Kessaro?" I asked, my voice raspy, low, and laced with a quiet, dangerous challenge. "Is that what this temper tantrum was about?"Adrian’s lips twitched, but he didn't back down an inch. He tilted his head

CHAPTER 37: ADRIAN'S POV The roar of the rainfall showerhead cut out, leaving only the sound of heavy droplets hitting the wet tile floor.I didn't reach for the towel rack mounted by the glass door. I didn't grab a single thing cause I had something else in mind. I wiped the water from my eyes, threw open the frosted door, and stepped back out into the locker room stall block completely stark naked, letting the chill of the air conditioning hit my wet skin.Elliot was still slumped on the bench where I’d left him, his shoulders tense, his breathing ragged as he recovered from lying straight to Coach's face. Hearing the slap of my bare feet on the rubber floor, his head snapped up.His dark eyes widened, dragging down my broad chest, over my dripping abdomen, straight down to where my cock hung heavy and semi-erect between my thighs before his gaze shot back up to my face, his cheeks flushing a violent, brilliant red."What the hell are you doing, Kessaro?" Elliot snapped, his voice

CHAPTER 39: ADRIANThe sharp, insistent chime of the front doorbell echoed through the open floor plan of our Boston house, followed immediately by the heavy click-clack of a key turning in the deadbolt.I barely had time to pull a dry t-shirt over my head before the heavy mahogany front door flew open.Maria burst into the entryway like a tropical storm in designer silk, her travel bag slipping off her shoulder and dropping to the hardwood floor with a dull thud. Right behind her was my dad, Richard, looking thoroughly exhausted, hauling three massive hardshell suitcases through the threshold—straight off a red-eye flight."Elliot! Oh my god, Elliot!" Maria cried, her eyes frantic as she scanned the living room before locking onto Elliot, who was sitting on the sofa with his heavy fiberglass cast propped up on the marble coffee table.She ran across the room, completely ignoring me, and dropped to her knees right beside the couch. Her warm, perceptive eyes were wide with panic, her h