ℙ𝕦𝕟𝕫𝕟𝕒𝕡 𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥 [Discontinued]

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Summary:

Sapnap can barely keep up with it all, his attentiveness slowly slipping away. The only thing he can focus on is Punz, who he's somehow never seen before in his life. Now that he has, Sapnap feels like he can't peel his eyes away.

Sapnap subconsciously pines for Punz all night, the hot hockey player he's just met hours ago. When they end up in the hot tub together at their resort, things escalate in a way that they would've never saw coming despite the continuous and competitive flirting on the ice.

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If Sapnap lives for anything, it's hockey.

The moving spotlights, the loud buzzing, the roar of the crowd. It gives him adrenaline like nothing else.

Skating out onto the ice, feeling the first real chill of the game, feeling exhilaration pump through his veins. He feels his own pulse in his neck, feels the butterflies swarm his stomach. Nothing gets him worked up like this.

Except for the fights, of course.

While Sapnap is one of the top players on his team, he definitely could've gotten by as a boxer or something of the fighting sort. If there's a problem, Sapnap can solve it. Rationally, of course.

And by rationally, he means a fair fist fight.

Today, they play a team that's out of their own state. Their team travelled over only a couple of states by plane, having booked out the entire resort just for their stay. With how successful their team was, they had more than enough money to do so. They've never played them before, but they're supposedly one of the best teams in their state. Apparently, a very popular player that goes by "Punz" plays on their team. Sapnap's heard the name before, but he couldn't quite put it to a face yet.

"Yet" comes sooner than Sapnap would have preferred. But he can probably deal with it.

It's the second of the three parts of the game when Sapnap sees him.

This so-called Punz guy.

And fuck , he's hot.

He's distracted when the puck gets set off, his reaction obviously delayed. Punz flies past him on the rink, his attention focused prominently on the small black puck. Sapnap watches him as he skates, his legs gliding and controlling his body so well. He looks like he could be floating.

Sapnap can barely keep up with it all, his attentiveness slowly slipping away. The only thing he can focus on is Punz, who he's somehow never seen before in his life. Now that he has, Sapnap feels like he can't peel his eyes away.

He skates aimlessly towards the puck, always one step behind in his movements. He can barely keep his eyes off for one second.

Punz is constantly at the service of the puck, following where it goes and catching it with ease. He makes it look easy.

Sapnap almost slaps himself. It is easy. He's a good player.

However, as he's quickly learned: if Punz is around, his abilities are deemed limited.

Then, Sapnap has a thought.

He's one of the best players on his team. Let's prove it.

Confidence surges through his entire being, power taking over his feet. He knows he's good. Hours of practice and overall successes that fuel his future make his skates start to work like magic on the ice, the uproar in his attitude proven helpful as he makes his way to the puck. He's done this millions of times before, and succeeded , too. He won't let this be different with a hot guy around to compete against.