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2026-05-13 08:55:36
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Pucking Around with Fate Cooper-San
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThey both turned and looked toward the players bench, to the man skating toward them in full goalie armor. Khyle's old coach and esteemed mentor made his way out to center ice, gloves in one hand, large goalie stick in the other. His goalie mask was on, though the mask itself was flipped up. It left his eyes shadowed somehow, Gunner noted, even though the bright lights of the arena should have had no trouble passing between the protective cage of the mask and reaching his face."Cooper-san," Khyle nodded. And Gunner's attention shot back from Khyle to him, before he eyed him with a quizzical frown."San?" he repeated, a note of cynicism bleeding through.Khyle glanced sideways, but said nothing. Gunner decided to let it go. He'd maybe ask later."Santos-san. Gunner-san."Gunner's brow arched again. Okay. Maybe later was now.The man approached them in a slick buttery slide, one that made Gunner twitch slightly, before he seemed to halt himself without even
Pucking Around with Fate Frozen
POV: Dual, Khyle and Gunner"So, what's the plan, exactly?" Gunner asked as he clomped down the hall behind the orangette and rounded the corner that led to the rink's entrance."My coach is going to meet us on the rink."That wasn't what Gunner was asking, as by now it was obvious. He was going to reword his question, but something small caught his attention."You mean your old coach," he corrected. Khyle's head turned to the side as he walked, the side of his lean face visible for a moment."That's what I said.""No, you said your coach.""I." Khyle's head practically snapped around in an exorcist move this time, though he was still moving forward. "Dammit! Will you quit nitpicking everything I say?!" Gunner blinked, head tilting with interest."Well, quit saying stuff that's so easy to nitpick then," he said simply. A small vein twitched on Khyle's forehead, on the side that Gunner could see. But Khyle merely gave Gunner his back."Don't make me regret this before we've even starte
Pucking Around with Fate Bring It On
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerGunner Jäger lay in wait.Not the kind where he lurked within the crowded belly of a large darkened bar, air thick with arousal from inclined and under-dressed women, waiting for someone welcoming and fuckable to catch his eye and indulge his tastes. And not the kind where he was inhumanely hungry, stalking step by silent step between tangled, leafy underbrush with a lowered spine and forward ears, catching the clumsy sounds of an easy meal, ready to kill and devour his unfortunate prey.No.He just lay.In wait.And wait. And wait. And wait.With a bored eyebrow arching high, he checked an invisible watch, one stuck somewhere between the safety of the thick, dark padding of his glove and the warm, smooth skin of his wrist. He'd been ready for like an hour. And he was getting tired and too warm and too uncomfortable just standing around in full gear and on hard steel blades.Could they get it on already?"You done yet?"His deep grumbly drawl plagued across
Pucking Around with Fate Jock Jewelry
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerAt the other end of the bench, Gunner's words were pinballing around inside Khyle's head as they both unzipped their bags and began to slip out of their street clothes. Shirts first.Gunner wasn't wrong in saying that his body was sought after, in both senses. By men wanting to achieve that level of fitness personified, and by women who wanted to either sleep with him or marry him and have his babies. Either way, he had the body of a gladiator.Well, Khyle, for his part, was not going to look at it. He kept his focus on the space in front of him as he pulled each item from his bag and set it out semi-orderly on the bench, changing as quickly as he could being his entire reason for existence in this particular moment.Stripping and dressing. Efficiently. Alone with Gunner.He shucked off his winter jacket and set it on the hook in front of him before he lifted the hem of his shirt up over his head.How had he not foreseen this?He dropped it on the bench in
Pucking Around with Fate Old Stomping Ground
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerLost in thoughts of his own, Khyle noticed it more. The space was usually full of hustle and bustle, young would-be stars striving to make it to the next level, to get noticed, pushed by their will and their parents. But this year's crop were long gone. The morning's practice had already cleared out, leaving Gunner and Khyle free to do their own thing in the home team's dressing room, the very room in which Khyle had spent the last four years of his life suiting up and listening to speeches under his old coach's close supervision before he was called up to the Reapers.Khyle slowed as he entered the dressing room, ghosts of conversations past lighting up like pale silhouettes in motion as his eyes traced a path around the room, along wood benches, across the floor.Gunner caught the shift in him, subtle as it was, the way Khyle's usual sharp edges had gone soft and unguarded for just a moment, the way his eyes moved across the room like he was reading somet
Pucking Around with Fate Ghost Town
POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerThey thought the arena seemed a bit quiet when they finally arrived, the car, and in it, the latest incarnation of their ongoing argument, coasting in a lazy slide around the corner before finding purchase again and winding into the parking lot under the cold and distant eye of the mid-afternoon sun.But when they rolled to a stop right in front of the main entrance, the two men inside the vehicle came to a lurch in their argument and finally took in their surroundings.All of about five cars littered the space around the doors. The building was almost a husk.Gunner's grumbling tenor hacked into their momentary peace first, breaching the lull in their jaded back and forth, the enforcer making zero effort to hide the considerable contempt in his voice."You sure he said to meet him here?" he frowned.Khyle studied the building for a moment."Yesss," he ground out, though he seemed hardly convinced of it himself."It's a ghost town," Gunner complained loudly
Pucking Around with Fate Hammered Shit
POV: KhyleHis brain was still trying to deal with the new information when a short, dry cough broke the silence.He started at the sound, heart picking up its rhythm. After all that, he'd nearly forgotten why he was in this room in the first place. Khyle quietly crossed the room and stepped up to
Pucking Around with Fate Big Blue Angel
POV: KhyleKhyle stepped quietly into the room, then stopped in the open doorway, stilled by the sight that was laid out before him.It wasn't that it wasn't what he was expecting to see. But even with his experience at his father's clinic, he still hadn't quite been prepared for it. Patients off t
Pucking Around with Fate Room Twenty-One
POV: KhyleHe woke up to the sun in his face.Not gently. Not the gradual brightening of a room coming to life around a sleeping person. The full, direct, unambiguous commitment of mid-morning light that had been working its way across his bed for hours and had finally arrived at his face with the
Pucking Around with Fate Just Add It To The List
POV: KhyleThe medical staff cleared the ice of Gunner and his scattered equipment with the methodical efficiency of people who had protocols and were running them, and the game resumed around the absence the way games always resumed, because the game did not stop for any individual regardless of t
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