LOGINLiam stood frozen in the scorching heat of the sauna, completely naked.His towel lay crumpled at his feet like a betrayal. His cock stood hard and flushed, curving upward, the head glistening with pre-cum in the dim, steamy light. Sweat rolled down his chest, his abs, and lower. Every fucking inch of his skin felt exposed, burning under Raphael’s dark, intense gaze.Oh God. Fuck. No. This isn’t happening.His hands flew down instinctively, trying to cover himself, but it was useless. The damage was done. Raphael had seen everything — how hard he was, how his body had betrayed him completely after the massage, the caresses, the way Raphael’s fingers had teased his nipple and then boldly cupped him through the towel.Liam’s face burned hotter than the sauna itself. Shame crashed over him in violent waves, but underneath it, his cock twitched again, still painfully hard, as if his body refused to listen to his brain.“Raphael… fuck—” Liam’s voice came out hoarse and cracked. He bent do
Liam’s stomach twisted. He stayed seated, trying to look casual. “Butttt Do we really need to do the sauna tonight? Maybe we should just rest up instead.”Marcus turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Come on, Cap. Don’t start acting all responsible now. This is tradition. You know the rules. No skipping the sauna before a big game.”Big Mike grabbed Liam’s arm and hauled him up with a laugh. “No excuses, Captain. You’re coming whether you like it or not. Team bonding time!”Liam tried to dig his heels in, but the guys were already dragging him toward the door, laughing and shoving. Raphael fell into step beside him, walking close enough that their shoulders brushed in the hallway. Liam’s pulse spiked at the contact. He kept his eyes forward, jaw tight.This is a bad idea. A really bad idea.The thought of being trapped in a hot, steamy room with Raphael — both of them wearing nothing but towels — after everything that had happened today felt like walking straight into a trap.Raphael
Liam had barely Cracked the door open when the entire team piled into the room like a chaotic wave. Marcus led the charge, Big Mike right behind him, with Lee, Fred, Kowalski, and a few others crowding in, laughing and shoving each other.“Yo, what the hell is going on in here?” Marcus said, eyes darting between the rumpled bed and Liam’s flushed face. “You two look like you just got caught doing something nasty.”Big Mike let out a booming laugh, dropping onto the edge of the bed without invitation. “So… how was sleeping in one bed, boys? Did you cuddle? Who stole the blankets? Did either of you wake up spooning?”The room exploded in laughter and whistles. Lee leaned against the wall, grinning. “Come on, Cap. Spill. Was it spooning or was it big spoon/little spoon situation?”Fred joined in, “Bet Raphael was the big spoon. He looks like he’d hog the blankets.”Liam’s face burned. He crossed his arms, trying to look composed. "Really. Really guys? That's what you're starting with? Sh
How do you act after hearing your old rival and nemesis, now roommate and Thorne in your flesh moan your name when jerking off?I almost didn't come out from the bathroom for 40 minutes and now Raphael was knocking and asking if I was okay.I AM NOT OKAY!I just heard Raphael fucking Thorne moan my name like a plea as he came while stroking his fucking big cock.Liam had stayed locked in the bathroom for nearly forty minutes since he'd gone back in.He leaned against the door, breathing ragged and uneven, the pillow still clutched uselessly in front of his crotch even though no one could see him. His cock was still half-hard, twitching traitorously at the memory of what he had just witnessed. And then the worst part Raphael had moaned his name.“Liam…”The sound echoed in his head, low and desperate, like a plea. Like Raphael had been thinking about him while he stroked himself. Like he had come thinking about him.Liam’s face burned with humiliation. He splashed more cold water on h
Liam raced to the bathroom his face burning in embarrassment.He slammed the bathroom door behind him and locked it with shaking fingers. He pressed his back against the wood, breathing hard, a hotel pillow clutched desperately in front of his crotch to hide the obvious, aching bulge in his sweatpants. His cock was rock hard, throbbing painfully against the fabric, the head already leaking steadily, soaking through the material.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.How the hell did he end up tangled in Raphael's arms like a puppy desperate for attention. He could still vividly remember the sensation of Raphael's warm hard body against his, their legs tangled like a fucking couple. How the hell had they discarded the pillow wall and why the hell did Raphael seem so pleased for the cuddling. He'd even felt Raphael's own cock. Shit! His thigh was right below it.Liam’s own cock jumped at the memory. Shame burned through him like acid, but the arousal wouldn’t fade. It only grew stronger.He turned on the c
Liam stood frozen in the middle of the room, staring at the bed like it was an opponent he didn’t know how to face.“I’ll take the floor,” Liam said quickly, already moving toward the closet to grab extra blankets. “There should be enough here.”Raphael raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re both adults. It’s a big bed. We can share.”Liam’s face heated. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”Raphael leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching him with that calm, slightly amused expression that always got under Liam’s skin. “You’d rather sleep on the floor than share a king bed? That’s dramatic even for you.”“It’s not dramatic,” Liam muttered, pulling out a spare blanket and a pillow. “It’s practical.”Raphael sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, I’m not going to bite you in your sleep. We’ve shared tighter spaces before. Just get in the bed, Captain. You need rest before the game.”Liam hesitated, the blanket still in his hands. The logical part of his
Steam filled the shower stall like thick fog, hot and heavy, clinging to Liam’s skin. The sound of water hitting the tiles echoed around him, rhythmic and relentless. He knew he shouldn’t be here, but his feet moved anyway, carrying him deeper into the mist.Raphael stood under the main spray, comp
The locker room was humid with sweat and exhaustion. Liam's teammates helmets clattered on their benches, pads were peeled off with groans and laughter, and the usual post-practice chaos filled the space. And for once, Liam Lannister, captain of the Frostbite Wolves, stayed silent.He sat on the be
Liam lay on his back in the bedroom, one arm thrown over his eyes, staring at nothing. The sheets still smelled faintly of Chloe’s heavy perfume sweet, floral, feminine. Exactly what he was supposed to want.But all he could think about was the moment her warm, eager mouth had been wrapped around
Raphael’s voice dropped to a rough, intimate whisper, his breath hot against Liam’s ear. “Go on, Captain. Tell me how much you hate this…”Before Liam could snarl a reply, Raphael’s lips pressed against the shell of his ear. His wet tongue flicked teasingly over the sensitive lobe slowly, sending







