Micah’s POV
I still could not believe the details of the deal I had just signed up for. I was actually going to have to learn about the secret hookups, the weird kinks, and the private lives of the campus athletes. Part of me wanted to dive into the assignment right this second, but I was already running incredibly late for my morning class. If I missed attendance today, the professor would report it, and I had absolutely no excuse to give my father. I was not like Noah, who could just claim he was heading to the ice rink for an early team practice and get a pass. Me? I had nothing.
I practically ran down the hallway, slipping into the lecture hall as quietly as possible. I was definitely not early, but at least I had not missed the entire class. I exhaled a deep breath, trying to calm my racing pulse as I found an empty seat in the back corner.
"Effective storytelling isn’t just about what happens. It’s about what the reader feels. Tension. Desire. The things people hide in the dark."
I tried to focus, but my mind kept drifting straight to Noah. I had already said yes to Raven. I would have to go back later and finish signing up for the team. Honestly, I wasn’t even mad about it. It actually worked out perfectly since writing was exactly what I was studying, even if my personal drafts were a little more explicit than what the department usually graded.
I picked up my pen and pretended to take notes. But the longer I stared at it, the dirtier my thoughts got.
I imagined Noah pushing me down on his bed, taking the pen from my hand. He’d smirk and drag the smooth end of it slowly down my chest, circling my nipple until I squirmed. Then lower. Teasing my stomach. Sliding it along the waistband of my pants. "You write all those dirty things about me," he’d whisper, voice rough, "but you’re shaking the second I touch you." He’d press the pen against my hole, rubbing it there, teasing me open while he watched my face. I’d beg him to fuck me instead, but he’d just keep playing with me until I was leaking and desperate.
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head hard.
’Stop it.’
I snapped my eyes shut, violently shaking my head to clear the filthy image. The loud ringing of the campus bell echoed through the hall, signalling that the morning lecture was finally over.
While the rest of the students immediately started heading back toward the campus dorms, I turned in the opposite direction and walked toward the athletic centre. My father strictly refused to let Noah and me live in the campus dormitories. He firmly believed that the dorms were breeding grounds for ungodly sinners, so we were forced to commute from his house every single day.
I pushed open the heavy doors of the ice rink, shivering instantly as the blast of freezing air hit my face. The loud, chaotic echoes of skates scraping against the ice and fans cheering filled my ears. The hockey team was running their very first scrimmage practice of the semester, and it looked like half the school had come down to watch them.
I stood right at the edge of the glass near the entrance, my hands pressing against the cold barrier as my eyes locked onto my brother. Noah was out there leading the drill, completely dominant and effortless in his movements. He was an incredible captain, and he knew exactly how to control the ice. My gaze was completely glued to him. I did not know a single other person on that team, and honestly, I did not care to.
"You’re here," a voice said behind me.
I turned. It was Raven. Before I could say anything, she reached over and hung a heavy camera strap around my neck, sliding a plastic ID badge onto my chest along with a small manila folder. "If you get us high-quality shots today, I will upgrade you to a better lens next week. You know how to operate a camera, right?"
I blinked, looking down at the badge. "Wait a minute. How did you even get my photo for this campus media ID? I haven’t even filled out the registration papers yet."
"Don’t worry about it. The team handled your forms. Just drop by later and sign." She smirked and squeezed my shoulder. "I can’t wait to see your first article. Pick any player. Maybe start with Noah Miller or whoever catches your eye." She waved and started walking away, then called back, "Oh! And think of a pen name before you come to the office!"
I watched her disappear into the crowd before looking down at the documents in the folder. It was a complete, unrestricted list of every single sports player on campus, including their personal details. I slammed it shut immediately, realising that opening a confidential file right in the middle of a public bleacher area was incredibly stupid. I shoved the folder into my back waistband beneath my jacket and lifted the camera to check the settings.
The lens quality was actually amazing. I brought the viewfinder up to my eye and zoomed in across the ice, trying to get a perfect, clear shot of Noah. But every single time I cleared the focus, a tall, dark-haired player kept cutting directly into the frame.
I frowned, staring through the lens with sheer frustration. The guy had thick dark hair, a heavily built frame, and moved with an annoying amount of arrogant confidence. I didn’t know who he was, and I really did not care. I just wish he would get out of the way and let me capture my brother in peace.
After seven more failed attempts to get a clean angle, the scrimmage finally ended with Noah’s line taking the win. I watched through the lens as the players started skating off. Noah pulled his visor up, grabbing the edge of his jersey to wipe the heavy sweat from his face and neck. The fabric lifted, exposing his perfectly defined, glistening abdominal muscles and broad chest to the lens. My mouth went completely dry. A sudden, intense throb hit my jeans, and I swallowed hard, realising I was getting aroused just staring at him through a camera screen.
’Dear Lord, please grant me strength,’ I muttered under my breath, frantically trying to use a quick prayer to suppress the heat pooling in my groin.
I had managed to snap one good photo, but I knew I needed something much more explicit for the column. I glanced toward the side of the rink and noticed the heavy double doors leading into the varsity locker rooms.
I quietly slipped through the back hallway, navigating the tiled corridors until I reached the main shower and bathroom area. I ducked inside, hiding myself in one of the private toilet stalls near the back. Through the gap in the door, I watched as the players started flooding into the locker room, laughing loudly and shouting about Noah’s winning play.
Noah walked into the centre of the room, unstrapping his heavy shoulder pads and stripping down until he was wearing absolutely nothing but his tight, black compression boxers. Seeing his muscular, sweat-sheened body completely exposed made my pants feel entirely too tight. I stood frozen in the stall, fantasising intensely about what it would feel like to be pinned against those cold shower tiles, feeling the thick, heavy hardness of his dick rubbing directly against mine.
My breathing turned shallow, and the front of my jeans felt completely suffocating. I stepped away from the door gap, backing up until I hit the back wall of the stall. I sat down on the closed toilet lid, trying to repeat another silent prayer, but it was completely useless. The image of Noah’s half-naked body was burned into my mind.
Giving up on restraint, I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my aching, rock-hard cock free. I wrapped the collar of my shirt tightly between my teeth to muffle any noise, using my other hand to grip my shaft. I unlocked my camera screen, staring directly at the high-definition, sweaty photo of Noah I had just taken on the ice.
I started pumping myself, sliding my hand up and down the wet length of my skin in fast, desperate strokes. The friction was incredible, and the sheer danger of doing this in a team bathroom made the pleasure twice as intense.
I imagined him walking into this stall, catching me like this. He wouldn’t say anything. He’d just pull me up, spin me around, and push inside me raw, fucking me hard while the whole team was right outside.
My hips twitched silently as I increased the pace, my mind completely flooded with images of Noah’s mouth on mine. I was completely consumed by the heat, stroking harder and faster as the explosive pressure built up in my groin, bringing me seconds away from completely blowing my load.
Right as my body coiled tight to cum, the stall door suddenly clicked and flew wide open.
I froze in absolute horror, my shirt still clamped between my teeth and my slick, twitching cock completely exposed in my hand.
Standing right in the open doorway was the arrogant, dark-haired player from the ice. He didn’t look shocked at all. He slowly lowered his gaze, his dark, chaotic eyes locking directly onto my hard dick before a wicked, amused smirk spread across his face.
"Ah," he said, leaning casually against the metal door frame. "So this is where you are. Interesting."