All Chapters of PUCKING CAPTAIN NIKO : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

JEREMY'S P.O.V Axel Carter scored the winning goal while I watched from the benches, exactly where he'd always wanted me to be. Irrelevant and useless until he decided I wasn't. The arena erupted into a frenzy. Teammates swarmed him before he could even react. One slammed into his side, followed by another, and within seconds, half the damn team had piled onto him. Axel disappeared beneath a mountain of blue jerseys and hockey equipment. Laughter and triumphant shouts echoed across the ice as the crowd went wild. Meanwhile, I stayed glued to the bench, staring down at my untouched gloves, my helmet, and my stick. I hadn’t played a single minute tonight. Honestly, I couldn't even remember the last time I’d been out on the ice for an actual game. Coach had rotated nearly everyone into the lineup at some point. Even Mason, who had spent the last two games screwing up every decent pass sent his way, got almost ten minutes of ice time. But not me. Apparently, my greatest cont

JEREMY’S P.O.V I went home with Axel. I owed him, so I didn't have a choice. We were the only two missing from the victory party. He was the strict captain who hated partying, and I was the benchwarmer who didn't deserve to celebrate anyway. It was a perfect, unsuspected coincidence. I lay still, listening to Axel’s rough, uneven breathing. A deep, lingering ache pulsed between my legs, and the thick, salty taste of him still coated my tongue. He’d had his way with me again. I could still feel the ghost of his grip on the back of my head as he’d finished, flooding my mouth with his cum while he fucked me through it. My jaw ached. My lips felt swollen and tender. Every time I swallowed, the taste rose again. I had barely had time to prepare, and I was still sore from how hard he’d taken me. But it was over now. He slept beside me, one heavy arm thrown across my waist, face buried in the pillow. His dark hair was a wild mess, mouth slightly open, the post-game exhaustion finall

JEREMY'S P.O.V “That's not going to happen. I'm not moving out to live with some guy I don't even know.” “Don't be difficult, Jeremy. You both will get along… he was nice enough to take you to the hospital—” My phone buzzed on the bed, cutting her off. I scrambled to grab it. My eyes widened as I read the high-priority notification flashing on the screen. “Oh, shit.” “What's wrong?” Dani asked, leaning forward. “We have an emergency team meeting with Coach this morning,” I panicked, my headache forgotten as adrenaline flooded my system. “I have to go. Right now.” “Now? But you just got back from the hospital!” Mum protested. “Mum, I'm fine, I promise. Can someone please call me a cab?” I begged, desperately grabbing whatever gear and clothes I could find scattered around the room. “On it,” Dani announced, thumbs flying across the screen. *** I shoved the doors open and hurried into the locker room, interrupting the emergency meeting that had already begun. Co

NIKO’S P.O.VCoach gave Jacobson one last look before walking out of the locker room.One after another, my teammates walked past Jacobson without saying a word. Some completely avoided looking at him. His shoulders dropped lower and lower with every person who passed as if trying to shrink away entirely.Jesus. How long had this kid been treated like this?Watching everyone in the room laugh at him had pissed me off more than I cared to admit. These guys had clearly decided he was dead weight long before Coach finally cut him.The last player strode past, casting a cold warning look. I knew him well—Axel Carter, the captain of my new team. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I. He left the room without even glancing at Jacobson, letting the door swing shut behind him.Finally, Jacobson and I were alone.He was still standing near the door, his hockey bag dangling loosely from one hand, his head down. He hadn’t looked at me properly once since we arrived.“Are you alright?” I asked.

JEREMY’S P.O.V.I pulled the apron over my head and hung it on the hook behind the counter. Massaging my aching shoulders, I winced; my feet were absolutely killing me, and a strange light-headedness was starting to set in.The bar was finally quiet. The chairs were stacked neatly on top of the tables, the floors were freshly mopped, and every surface had been wiped down.My stomach had abandoned its aggressive growling hours ago, settling instead into a hollow, faintly nauseous ache. I hadn't had a proper meal since yesterday’s protein bar and a sad handful of chips this morning. Between the disaster with Coach earlier today, the hospital run, Niko’s ridiculous two-week ultimatum, and my actual classes, food had been the absolute last thing on my mind.Now, all I wanted was to sit down and inhale something edible. The dizziness was already creeping in around the edges of my vision.Grabbing the basket of French fries I’d smartly fried up for myself earlier, I collapsed onto one of th