Emory Rosewood is a 18-year-old boy who is struggling academically and gets into loads of fights. One day, he gets texted by a random number one, and the person claims to be someone named Red. Emory has no idea where this person came from or why the man is interested, but he feels compelled to not block him.

⚠️not mpreg it was a joke⚠️ While he was wildly thrusting into me, he sucked and bit down the side of my neck all the way to my chest. "Still hate me?" That prick. "Yes." He jerked his hips upward, hitting that perfect spot in my hole. I screamed and came wildly, just by that one touch of my prostate. His dick in my ass became oh so sensitive. I felt every pulse of his cock and my sticky cum covering both our stomachs. He bent down, lips touching my ear and whispered, "Then you're really going to hate me now." ~ Oliver Bennett wasn't dealt the best hand in life, but he's made the best of it. Every penny he makes at the diner goes back towards his family and even though their mom is never around, always working or drinking, Oliver's twin sisters both get plenty of mothering from Oliver himself. On top of all that, hockey is the only thing keeping him together; it's a sport he can barely afford, but he's good, really good. Rowan Kane has always been and always will be a party boy, get into fights, wreck his cars, fail his classes (his father bribes the teachers anyways), and a man whore, but there is one thing he takes seriously: hockey. He's good, but not because he's a natural. He has practiced every single day since he was five; it was his father's attempt on keeping his youngest child as far away as possible. The only time they interact is when he tells Rowan all the things he's doing wrong. Oh, and one more thing: They have a deep burning hatred for each other. Or, is it not hate, but maybe something more... ... This is basically just smut enjoy!!

Being the only male figure skater in a small town of aspiring ice olympians was a blessing and a curse to Oliver. The God's of the rink were the Ice Hockey Players. The Goddesses were the figure skaters. So where did that leave Oliver? Leonardo Boreas, the one true God of this rink, had an idea to answer all of Oliver's problems. But who would answer his?

Brother's best friend, Figure Skating x Hockey Player, Boy x Boy Váli loves figure skating. The crisp feeling of his blades on the smooth ice, the chilling gusts of wind when he picks up speed, and the stinging sensation the cold air leaves in his eyes create a truly tranquil experience. However, more importantly, he can hear his brother's best friend's laughter through the rink's wall. At some point over the years, he had begun to rely on the sound. Váli and Lucien had grown up alongside each other their entire lives. Despite this, it had taken them until now to realize their mutual infatuation. With one struggling with attachment issues, and the other used to neglect, will the teenagers find a way to overcome their hardships and trust again? With the world against them, the two boys embark on a journey atop a path that leads them through hell and back. Their destination is unclear, but there's nowhere to go but forward! Their lives are futile anyway! Like trying to blow a whistle in the wind.