Captain Awkward Novels & Stories

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

“Kian.” “No. I heard you.” He dropped his hand. He looked at the water instead of me. I wanted to take it back and I wanted him to stay shut and I wanted a third thing I did not have a name for. The radio on my belt crackled. Dispatch, then the dock, then a voice I had not heard in ten years and would have known in a hurricane. “Vance Maritime, this is Damian Ashcroft. I need your captain on this channel. Now.”

Maybe a chair leg shifting a fraction on the wooden floor. "It's kinda cool, really," I went on, trying to butter him up. "Like, I'm not sure what this is all for exactly, but hopefully it sets you up for some bigger roles in the future. I mean, if you're going for the 'strong, silent type', mission accomplished," I said, trying to rein in my sarcasm. There was still no answer, and I was starting to get frustrated now. "Well, one thing's for sure, that dude who calls himself the Captain" I said, happily expressing my sarcasm and annoyance now, "is an asshole."

Jake's eyes flew open just as the entire offensive line plus half the defense walked in, still in their practice gear, jerseys clinging to their broad chests, shorts stretched tight over powerful thighs. There he was. Cock out. Hand wrapped around his swollen, leaking dick. Pre-cum already dripping down his knuckles. Silence hit like a brick wall. Then someone laughed. Low and dirty. "Well, well, well," Captain Marcus said, his deep voice cutting through the sudden tension like a knife. Marcus was six-foot-four of pure muscle, dark skin gleaming with leftover sweat, a cocky smirk already spreading across his face. "Look what we got here. Our golden boy straight boy stroking his meat like a d

I had totally misjudged the preworkout given to me ; Captain , my bestfriend , had bought me a serving today as we are training together. Captain – a tall guy with a big heart , who is as blunt as….a blunt knife , I guess. Not only is he my bestfriend , but he is my coach. He is someone who not only who helps me follow my workout plan , educate me about bodybuilding and push me to achieve my best , but he also stands by me through my troubles. Talking to him , is the easiest and the advice is definitely not sugar coated.

Captain's not talkative but dependable. He's the perfect fit for being the captain. "Captain helped me before when I was in the first year. Since everyone thinks of me as a child prodigy, no one would want to talk to me. They're afraid that I might look down on them." Ezra chuckled. He winced whenever the cotton touched his wound, but he continued talking.

"Definitely…Ayoko ng boring." Aaron immediately pointed at Matt."Tanggal ka." Matt looked at him."Excuse me?" "Captain ka lang, hindi comedian." Everyone burst into laughter. Matt picked up the towel hanging around his neck and threw it straight at Aaron. "Ulol." Aaron caught it effortlessly."See? Violent." Justin almost doubled over laughing. Then Aaron looked back at Audrae. His smile slowly softened."How about..."He paused."...protective?" This time... Audrae didn't answer right away, she looked down for a second before smiling, a small one."Yeah…But not controlling."

I snapped and his smirk immediately dropped. They were right in a sense but I wasn't sulking. It just fucking made me mad that she was still thinking about that price despite everything he had done to her. Love was a weakness I never wished to have and I hated those who succumbed to it too easily. I shouldn't even be thinking about her right now. “You guys are late” I looked up and saw Couch Jones staring at us with a frown on his face and his arms folded. “We…” “I don't care to know your excuse, Kai” He interrupted. “As a captain, you should be here sadly early”

He was always active, always available, no judgment, just business and results. “Yoo, broo.” “What’s good, Fritz.” “I’m cool, gee. Ain’t seen you around the block recently. Thought maybe the captain life finally swallowed you whole.” “Been busy. You know how it is.” “Can’t lie, can’t lie. It ain’t easy being a captain.” There was a rasp in his voice, easy and knowing. “I’ve got some premium stuff that can take the edges off. You sound rough as hell.” “No. I’m gonna lay off those for a minute.” Weed and the rest of it could wait. My head was already too loud. “But there’s something I want from you.”

My stomach dropped into a cold, endless void. Across the small expanse of my dorm room, Damon was standing beside my desk, sifting through the messy stack of bank statements and policy printouts we had assembled for the scholarship review board. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, exposing the dark ink of his tattoos, and his dark hair was disheveled from running his hands through it in sheer frustration. For the first time since I had met him, the untouchable, arrogant captain of the Westbridge hockey team looked completely out of his depth.