puck you

volume one

~ Author's Note: if you're just here for the smut skip to volume four ~

You didn't think things were going to end up the way that they did.

You had woken up that morning with a text from your next door neighbor and friend,
Grayson Dolan, asking you if you'd be at his hockey game.

You wouldn't say that you were the best of friends, you were actually best friends with his twin brother - who was currently taking a 2-week trip for a class - so that was one reason you knew each other very well. You'd often go over to his house, acknowledge each other, and teased each other as well whenever Ethan would disappear for a bit. There was tension there, you could both tell, but it was never brought into action.

Now since Ethan was gone, Grayson went to you for a lot of things. It was cute that he felt awkward and weird without his twin, so you decided to sit with him during lunch, because of his anxiety spreading even when he had his teammates around him. You decided to ride home together, often stopping by the gas station for drinks and snacks while jamming to Kid Cudi. You especially decided to go support him at his game, one that he had been waiting for with excitement yet determination.

However, a game that started off friendly; completely took a turn.

You could remember dropping your phone when someone beside you startled you when jumping up due to a goal, but just as you reached down, you started to hear the commotion - and not the cheery type. It was more like an 'oh shit' type of commotion.

So with your phone back in your grip, you stood high up on the heels of your feet to try and see what was going on out there. You immediately gaped at the sight of Grayson in his black jersey - matching the one he lent to you for this game - as he was all up in another dude's face from the opposing team. You knew right away that he was angry, clutching tightly onto his hockey stick and even going as far as taking his helmet off to scream in the guy's face and make him see his true anger. The aggressiveness he showed did things to you, but you shook your head at yourself and tried to push out of the crowd so that you could get closer to his side.

Maybe seeing you would calm him.

The whistles were going off, Grayson's name was being shouted out, and there had to be a time out for him to take a breather. It's when you noticed the name on the back of the other guy's shirt, making you realize that this wasn't just someone from the rivalry team, but your wonderful ex-boyfriend.

It wasn't that he was shitty, or even cruel, he just wasn't the type of boyfriend you wanted to gush to everyone about. So clearly, nothing ever worked out.

You reached one end of the glass windows, separating you from the team sitting off to the side, and as if in fate; Grayson eyes met yours. His glare was still there, but you could see the stars in his eyes softening when he realized it was you, and all you could do was mouth to him: 'it's okay.'

Luckily, the game had finished off smoothly. Grayson had tried his very best not to push your ex-boyfriend on purpose, or swing a punch, and went ahead with the game, going for the win since the victory would be a lot better to rub in his face.

You stayed back for a while, and once you became very impatient, you decided to be bold and go ahead and speak with Grayson even if he was still in a room full of other men. It was quite easy to get inside - you knew because it wasn't the first time. You once helped Ethan with a prank in there, so it was an in-and-out situation.

Meanwhile, Grayson was changing out of his hockey gear, sweat imprinting his sweet olive skin, with a frown still embedded onto his beautiful face after everything. He got a few pats here and there from his supportive team, yet he didn't really pay attention to them. He only stopped once he heard a chorus of whistles starting up in the locker room, causing him to crane his neck to try and see what the hell was going on now.

"Heyyy! Looking good, Y/N!"

Grayson's jaw clenched at hearing that, clutching onto the neckline of his tight white Nike shirt that he still hadn't put on. Not until he saw you.

"Hi chula!"

"Bitch, you can't be in here!"

"You looking for me beautiful?"

"If that's what your dick looks like, no thanks."

Grayson couldn't help but chuckle to himself at hearing you defend yourself, his plump lips tilting over one corner. He liked that you were like that. He liked that you hung out with him despite getting comment after comment about being a slut or a bitch, simply because you were around him; the most popular guy on campus.

You stopped directly by Grayson's locker after that comment, trying your best not to look down at his heavenly, glistening body even though you'd seen it so much that you could remember every freckle, ever muscle, every ripple. You had to admit that it helped with the fantasies, but you were never going to let him know that. It'd sound creepy if you said you stared more than enough times across your window whenever he would lift weights, do push-ups, or simply walk around shirtless before and after a shower with just a single towel around his hips.

"What is it, doll," Grayson asked, though it sounded more like a statement from the way he said it. He wasn't even shocked to see you standing there, knowing very well how daring you grew to be due to his twin brother.

"Here to talk. Put some pants on," you said, crossing your arms so your breasts lifted up with the jersey, completely unaffected by everyone else only because Grayson's beauty topped all of theirs. If it was just you and him, however, it'd be different. You'd be nervous as all hell.