Thightide45

😉 I have like 6 books planned for this series. one for; Noah/Ash, Kai/River, Jax/Jace, Zak/Eli, Fly, and a second one for Noah/Ash.

April, Freshman year, Roanoke, VA (Age 19) Playlist Song 13: The Impression That I Get - The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Ash- “Why are they always screaming?” Noah asks, gaze still glued to the TV. I roll my eyes and remind myself, for what feels like the hundredth time, to always turn off whatever I’m watching when Noah comes over. We’re lying on opposite ends of the couch in my living room. My legs are draped across each of Noah’s thighs, one of Noah’s feet is tucked under my e

July Kai- So far this summer can kiss my unusually tanned ass. It is hot as balls outside and I feel like I’m melting 24/7 and perpetually damp. I don’t know how I haven’t shriveled up and blown away with how much I’m sweating on a daily basis. I was not born for this weather. I was made to be on the ice, like a fucking penguin. This is torture. The only relief I get is ice time, and even then I’m still sweating. I crank up the A/C in my Subaru and turn every vent towards

June River- I honestly hate going out. The only reason I usually put up with it is because my team, Fly, Wren, and sometimes Sully, expect me to be there. And it’s usually a convenient way to get laid. Even that has become less frequent lately. When left to my own devices, I don’t leave the house unless it’s for hockey purposes, or sometimes food. But here I am squished into an Uber with Wren and her stupid boyfriend Mark, on our way to some bar she frequents. Her insistence was

I have a lot of chapters written for Noah/Ash, Kai/River, and Wyatt/Sky. They won’t be forgotten. 🥰 I also have about 15 chapters written for this new one as well.

January, Freshman, Roanoke, VA (Age 18) Playlist song 12: King for a Day - Pierce The Veil Noah- I close the door behind me smiling. I wish I’d had time to do more to him, but I intentionally came over with a time limit so I didn’t get carried away. The look on Ash’s face when I left was perfect. Eager, willing, wanting more, and, temporarily, mine. I wonder, and not for the first time, if Ash is aware of how attractive he is, or how perfect his ass is. The new piercings and tatt

Oh we are just getting started. 🤧but in a good way

Kai is the dominant one, but he is not the top

June Kai- I always knew this time would come. Fly would get serious about a girl, and our time being together would come to an end. And who knows maybe this girl will be it for him. Maybe she’ll be the one to go to California with him next year. I certainly haven’t seen him this serious with someone before, but that’s how Fly is. He throws his whole soul into things he cares about. It’s how he got to be so damn good at hockey. It’s not like we don’t still hang out, but going from

Their gaming reveal won’t be what you think, but it will be dramatic. No, Wren isn’t the only one who knows.

They will have many. They start out with a purely sexual relationship and have an emotional slow burn. With any luck I’ll make you all cry later.

April River- It's after midnight and I’m still sitting up awake in my hotel room. The lights are off except the small, shitty lamp on the bedside table that casts a dim yellow warmth. The glow from the TV flickers across the walls like a pulse. I’m not even watching it, I only turned something on out of habit for the background noise. The dull sound of the AC was driving me nuts, but I hate silence. And waiting. Right now I’ve got both. Fly is safely tucked into his own room, but

Halloween - January, Freshman year, Roanoke, VA (Age18) Playlist song 10: Feelin this - blink 182 Ash- I am almost asleep as soon as I hear the front door close. My body aches, my ass is sore. A voice in the back of my mind makes me vaguely aware that I should get up and shower. I stare at the door Noah just vanished through. I probably could have gone another round too. Fuck, if he just continued with the filthy things he was saying, I might have been able to come from that alone

Fly is unintentionally oblivious. Kind of a main theme for this story as none of these 3 know each other as well as they think they do. I drew from experiences from both myself and friends who grew up very close to a sibling, and as they got older, realized that sibling was not exactly who they thought they were. Not in a bad way, but just that people have entire lives outside of just who they are with you. These three have grown up together and spent their entire lives together, but they have skewed perceptions of each other, and each have their own blind spots. Fly is oblivious to kais drinking problem and other stuff, and rivers jealousy/inferiority. Kai and river are blind to Flys emotional needs and fears, and they both make excuses for his behavior. This is one of the emotionally complex stories I’ve written, and I hope it comes out well. Fly also gets his own book where he has to deal with the outcome of this one.

They both have a long way to go in learning to love themselves and be loved by someone else.

One year. That’s all I have left with Flynn Calloway, my best friend, linemate, secret love of my life, and the only person who ever actually gave a damn about me. After that, life and our NHL careers will tear us apart and I lose it all. I intend to fully live out our last season playing college hockey together. Too bad his twin, River, hates my guts and has other plans. Now it’s even harder to hide my sexuality and bad habits. And if watching the love of my life with the love of his isn’t bad enough I have to deal with River’s hatred in the background. Without Fly as the buffer between us what will we become.

8 years ago Kai- The beeping on the monitor is driving me nuts. It’s been going off every thirty seconds, every time Fly’s heart rate dips below 55bpm. He giggles and mumbles something to his twin, River, in the bed across from him that I don’t catch. I’m only half paying attention anyway. My leg won’t hold still and my heel is tapping a constant aggressive rhythm against the hard tile. I can see River watching it, his fingers twitch where they’re curled against his denim clad thigh,

April, Frozen Four Championship, Junior year Kai - You know that sound a skate blade makes as it’s cutting through the ice? The clean hiss, the rhythmic shush, the percussive bite of each step? God, I love that sound. It’s fucking poetry. Catharsis in metal and ice. The faster and more intense the better. I circle at the end of the rink, waiting, as I gear up and focus on the sound of my blades. Slowing, I turn and face the Falcons’ goalie, crouched in his crease. We’re 3-3

Sky is out of his element on the farm but loving every minute of it.

Beau will definitely play apart, but so will others. Sky is a notorious flirt by nature. Just wait til he starts feeling more comfortable.

Harper will a little, but it will largely be a different person.

Wyatt- Skylar— or Sky, as he introduced himself to Harper, doesn’t answer at first, busy shoveling food into his mouth. There’s an undeniable tension permeating the small kitchen. “What do you want to know first?” He finally says after swallowing another bite. “I don't expect your life story.” I tell him, trying to ease the pressure, “Just enough so that I know what I've gotten myself into.” Pushing up from my seat to grab a beer out of the fridge and put a little distance betwe

This story was originally much darker, but as I got to the end I figured I gave Noah too much to deal with and altered it. I left this part in though (again altered) because it was also inspired by true events. 😅

Freshman year, Halloween, Roanoke, VA (Age18) Playlist song 9: Bad Touch (Metal version) - Leo Noah- I am at an all time high… for about two days. I barely sleep the night of the game. I’m too wired, and every time I close my eyes I replay that moment again: the ball arcing through the lights, the sound of the crowd fading as it hits my hands. I can still feel the impact of the ball and the turf in the end zone, the way the air burns my lungs as my cleats eat up the ground, t

July, Dalton, GA. (Age 10) Playlist Song 9: Fallen Leaves - Billy Talent Ash- Noah Hampton, that’s what my father said his name was. Noah, the boy standing in the doorway of my father’s chapel, leaning back against the frame, the Sunday morning sun shining across his face making his green eyes glow. His dress clothes look worn and it looks as though his hair had been combed neatly at one point, but now stands on end due to him not being able to leave it alone. His mother, a pretty