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Hearts on Ice

Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain... and feelings he never got to confess. Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back. Colder and older, acting like the past never existed. Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate. The tension turns into stolen moments and those moments turn into a habit but before either of them can stop it, the line between resentment and desire begins to blur. Lukas never let go of the past. Viktor never planned to face it. But on the ice, there's nowhere left to run.
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Chapter 5

By the time they stepped out of the rink, the sky had already darkened as heavy droplets hit the pavement in sharp, relentless patterns.

The cold air wrapped around them instantly, soaking their clothes in seconds... they had just one umbrella and as Lukas adjusted himself was when Viktor shouted.

"Great!" Viktor yelled, pulling his jacket tighter. "You planned this? Huh?"

Lukas didn't answer. His gaze lingered on the rain a second too long... his memories flooding him. It felt like their third meeting as children. It had rained heavily and Lukas hid under a tree for shelter... but Viktor ran there with just one umbrella, screaming out his name. When they got to Viktor's house, they were both soaked and laughing.

"Come on," Viktor snapped him back to reality. "Unless you want us to run down the street with just one umbrella". Lukas eyes widened and he paused. "Or do you plan on standing here all night?"

He didn't. A ride came quickly, and the rest of the journey passed in a strange kind of silence... not awkward and not tense... just quiet. Lukas didn't know how to feel after finding out Viktor didn't forget anything that happened... it hurt him more than it pleased him. 

By the time they got to Viktor's place, they were both half-soaked, hair damp, clothes clinging slightly. Viktor barely got the door open before Lukas pushed his back to it.

That was it. There was no pause apart from breaks to catch their breaths, no thinking or second guessing. Lukas's hand caught Viktor's wrist, pulling him even closer, and their lips met before the door had even fully opened behind them.

It wasn't slow... anyone could have caught them but they didn't care. It was everything they hadn't said finally spilling out all at once.

Viktor let out a quiet sound against his mouth, hands coming up to grip Lukas' shoulders as he was pushed back slightly, then forward again.

"Lukas-"

"Don't," Lukas muttered, breath uneven. "Don't even talk."

Viktor laughed softly and leaned in, like he wasn't going to listen anyway as the kiss deepened. It was messy and uncontrolled, soft grunts and moans filling the air.

Lukas's hands slipped down his waist again, lifting him like it had already become second nature. Viktor didn't resist, his legs wrapping around him easily, arms sliding around Lukas's neck as he tilted his head back slightly.

"Careful," he murmured, though there was no real warning in it.

"Then stop me," Lukas shot back, already moving.

And Viktor didn't.

The room faded into the background as Lukas pushed the door open and kicked it shut behind them, moving straight toward the bed.

Viktor barely had time to react before he was dropped onto it, the mattress dipping beneath him as he let out a soft breath, looking up at the monster who had been keeping his cool and then he paused.

Lukas was already pulling his shirt off, careless and quick like he didn't have the patience to do it properly and the time to waste.

Viktor blinked once in awe and then again.

"...wow," he said under his breath, pushing himself up slightly on his elbows. "Who else has gotten the chance to see this beauty?"

Lukas didn't even hesitate.

"No one but you."

The words came out low and direct. Viktor could tell he wasn't joking and for a second, Viktor just stared at him.

Something about that drove him mad.

Before he could say anything else, Lukas was already climbing the bed and closing the distance again.

"Your turn," he muttered.

Viktor smirked slightly, fingers already moving to unbutton his shirt, slower than necessary.

"You're impatient."

"You're slow."

"And you're daring."

Lukas didn't deny it or even look away. He kept staring at Viktor like a predator ready to pounce on his prey.

"I'm waiting."

That was enough... Viktor finished quickly after that, tossing the shirt aside, but the second he looked back up, Lukas was already there again. Closer, his breathing heavier and unavoidable.

Their lips met again, slower this time but no less intense, like they were learning each other in real time. Their hands wandered, hair grabbed, lips and necks bitten... their breaths mixed.

Everything blurred into heat and lust and something that had been building for far too long. At some point, Viktor let out a quiet laugh, his breathing uneven as he shifted slightly beneath him.

"Wait-" he murmured, though he didn't sound like he wanted him to stop. "Are we even thinking right now?"

Lukas shook his head against his neck, voice low.

"I'm not."

"Yeah... I figured."

Time lost meaning after that. It wasn't about the control anymore or the distance or rules or pretending. It was just them and nothing else.

At one point, Viktor tensed slightly, a quiet, breathless sound slipping from him as he grabbed onto Lukas a little tighter.

"Wait...wait-" he laughed weakly, shaking his head in disagreement "It's big! Are you serious?"

Lukas didn't stop trying to make it fit, but he slowed, his voice quieter now, closer.

"You started this, Viktor."

There was a way Lukas called his name that made his body react and Viktor huffed softly, eyes squeezing shut for a second. "I didn't think you'd fit"

"You teased me," Lukas cut in, pressing a slow kiss just below his neck. "For weeks."

"That doesn't mean-"

"It does now." Lukas cut him off.

There was something dangerous about the way he said it... like a nice warning. Viktor exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around Lukas slightly before he let out a quiet breath.

"...fine," he murmured. "Just... don't kill me."

A faint hint of a smile tugged at Lukas's lips, though his voice stayed low.

"You'll be fine."

And softer, almost like a promise...

"I'll be careful."

The room was not quiet and Lukas didn't totally keep to his promise. Memories blurred and tears ran. Each thrust ran in the thin line between pain and pleasure... it went on for hours until Viktor's body started to give in. 

Lukas caught a few of his words...

"Please Lukas–"

"Slower Lukas..."

"What are you doing Lukas?!" His eyes went wide with panic as Lukas lifted his legs to his shoulder, his eyes having no regret behind and Lukas responded.

"Getting rid of your attitude." He said as he slid back in unapologetically and the night went on as the rain poured.

Viktor lay sprawled against the bed, breathing slow and uneven, completely drained, one arm thrown lazily across his face.

"...you're insane," he muttered, voice barely there.

Lukas, sitting at the edge for a moment, glanced back at him but didn't respond. His moans, cries and pleas filled his mind and there was nothing appropriate to say. After a while, Viktor didn't speak or move. At some point, he had just... drifted off and Lukas noticed.

He stood there for a second longer than necessary, watching him, something unreadable passing through his expression before he finally moved to lay down.

He didn't touch him or pull him closer. He didn't fix the distance between them. Instead, he laid down beside him... just close enough to feel the warmth, but not enough to close the space completely. Like he still wasn't sure what this was or what it meant.

The rain continued softly outside, tapping against the windows reminding him of what had just happened.

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