Tasting My Hockey Roommate Novels & Stories

The hockey team lived for this shit—cheap beer, too many girls, and enough testosterone to choke a pack of alphas. “Relax,” he muttered to me as we stepped inside. “Drink. Smile. Pretend you’re not about to implode.” I forced my shoulders down, scanning the crowd. Wolves everywhere—some I recognized from rival schools, others I didn’t know. Hands shoved drinks at me before I even made it to the kitchen. Killian grabbed one too, raising it in a mock toast before downing half of it in one go. I lifted the cup to my lips. The burn slid down my throat, warm and sharp, but instead of dulling my edges, it only sharpened them. I drank again. And again. Killian clapped my back, laughing when I almos

And the time would come to prove it. My muscles were complaining below the sports clothes, but I had to drag myself to the room to be able to have dinner, because if not, I would have continued in the training room and made them serve me food in my mouth. The tiredness was so much that I hadn't even noticed that the food was already served on the table when I dragged myself around the room and threw myself on the bed with open arms. My roommate was already sitting, and was lonely devouring a big pheasant. He didn't even look at me when I went in. He didn't even make any move that could indicate to me that he was alert to defend himself at any moment. He cut the pieces of the bird gently with

Ever. I pointed to the rest of the stuff, and he started moving it all, quiet and strong. The room felt smaller with him in it, but not in a bad way. Still, my mind wouldn’t stop. What if this was a trick? What if he got tired of me and left? The tension in my chest made it hard to breathe. After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “So, you like hockey at all? Or is it just something you clean up after?”

he said as he took a step back and then seconds later reappeared with a shirt now covering his perfectly toned chest. "I also emphasise the need for being modest in the shared space, but you don't seem to adhere to it, so I shouldn't be responsible for your nakedness in the presence of our guest," Javier countered as he gestured to me to get deeper into the house. Unlike our house that lacked flavour, I could tell that these guys both liked football and R&B music. "Oh, pardon my ass of a roommate. Welcome to our house," he said, stalking to me and then stretching his hand for a shake. "I am not usually like that, and I am Matt," he introduced himself, and I am intrigued by the special way he

“We are going to have so much fun, Pretty Face. I am the best roommate to have, ever. You can ask Kyle, room 302, if you need confirmation. I saw him crying by the stairs earlier cause he got that wanker, Stanley as his roommate this time around. He’d miss me a lot.” He was so proud of himself, so excited to have me as a roommate and was going off about the portraits of each other we could do, that saying what I did next made me regret it as soon as the words left my mouth, especially since the reaction I got afterwards was disturbing and uncomfortable. “Well, actually, I’m going to try out for the basketball team, so we might just be roommates for a week.”

He had a certain trait that allowed chats to go easily. Then he groaned softly as he looked at the wall clock. “Sadly,” he said, “I can't stay for long.” “Why?” I asked. He pointed his thumb toward the exit. “Hockey drills”, he replied. My eyes dilated a bit in understanding. “Are you on the hockey team?” I asked. He smiled proudly and nodded. “Yep.” A modest smile floated over my lips. “Well,” I said, “ I have a close friend who plays hockey too.”

I woke up the next morning feeling calm and almost weightless, like maybe everything that had happened yesterday was only a dream. But the thrill in my chest told me it was real. Hockey,just thinking about it made me feel alive. A burst of laughter drifted from the kitchen. I slid out of bed, pulled on a hoodie, and padded down the hall. “Congrats, superstar!” Stella’s voice nearly knocked me back as I stepped through the doorway. Fiona threw her arms in the air like she was announcing a winner. “I can’t believe my roommate is a hockey player. You did what most guys in this school couldn’t even try.”

I just wished that she would understand that I was here for her, and she didn’t need to go through things by herself anymore. “Room for one more?” a familiar voice said. I was just about to hit the puck into the net when I looked up and saw Matt standing by the entrance of the rink. He was in his gear with his hockey stick in hand, and shot me a warm smile. I nodded, not speaking as he got onto the ice and skated over to me. We flicked the puck back and forth for a while, neither of us talking. It was relaxing just to play some friendly hockey with my friend, and if I pretended that all of the drama in the world didn’t exist, it really did feel like old times.

“This is where I’ve slept for the past years.” I froze mid-step, my hand still resting on the sofa. Excuse me, what!?! I spun around to face him, a playful grin spreading across my face despite the tightness in my chest. “Special treatment, huh? And here I thought everyone was stuck in those cramped rooms with bunk beds and shared bathrooms for boys.” He finally glanced at me then, a faint flicker of something like amusement touching his lips before it vanished again. “I am the ice hockey captain. I should be treated as such.”

He was certainly packing, and once again, I found myself jealous of the girl, or *girls* who'd get to enjoy it. In the days following our introduction, I became more and more fascinated by my roommate. He was completely unlike the jocks I'd known back in high school, in that he wasn't an asshole at all. Yes, he was big. Yes, he was a sports crazed nineteen year old, and yes he spent almost every waking moment in the gym, but there was something nice about him.