🏒 The Cabin 🏒

An Exclusive Bonus Scene from Puck Buddies

Set one year after the epilogue. Liam and Jax celebrate their anniversary.

⚠️ Content Warning: This scene contains explicit MM sexual content including dirty talk, multiple rounds, light bondage, and graphic descriptions of intimacy. 18+ only.

Chapter: The Cabin

The cabin was buried so deep in the Vermont woods that Jax’s phone had given up on finding a signal forty-five minutes ago.

“You planned this,” Jax said, watching Liam unload their bags from the rental car. Snow dusted his dark hair, caught in his eyelashes. He looked like something out of a winter catalog—tall, broad, unfairly beautiful in the golden light spilling from the cabin’s windows.

“Planned what?”

“The no-phone-signal thing. You specifically chose a location where I can’t post to Instagram.”

Liam’s smile was slow, devastating. “Maybe I just wanted you all to myself for a weekend. No distractions. No teammates. No—” He grabbed the last bag and kicked the trunk closed. “—interruptions.”

Jax’s stomach flipped. They’d been together for a year now—officially, publicly, completely—and Liam could still do that to him with a look. Could still make him feel like he was standing at the edge of a cliff, about to fall.

“Happy anniversary,” Liam added, softer now. “One year since I kissed you on the ice.”

“One year since you outed us both to two thousand people.”

“Best decision I ever made.”

Jax crossed the snowy driveway and pulled Liam into a kiss—slow, tender, full of everything they’d built together. One year. Somehow it felt like both forever and no time at all.

“Let’s go inside,” Jax murmured against his lips. “I want to see this cabin you’ve been so secretive about.”

*

The cabin was perfect.

Stone fireplace already crackling with flames. King-size bed draped in soft linens. Hot tub on the deck, steam rising into the cold night air. A kitchen stocked with enough food to last a week—though Jax suspected they wouldn’t be doing much cooking.

“Liam.” Jax turned in a slow circle, taking it all in. “This is… this is incredible.”

“You deserve incredible.” Liam came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Jax’s waist. “You deserve everything, Jax. I’ve spent a year trying to give you that.”

“You have.” Jax leaned back into his chest. “You’ve given me more than I ever thought I’d have.”

Liam’s mouth found the curve of his neck, pressing a kiss there that sent heat spiraling down Jax’s spine.

“I have plans for this weekend,” Liam murmured against his skin.

“Oh?”

“Mmm.” Another kiss, lower this time, where neck met shoulder. “Very specific plans.”

“Care to elaborate?”

Liam spun him around, backing him toward the bed. His eyes were dark, hungry—the look that still made Jax’s knees weak after a year of seeing it.

“I plan to take you apart,” Liam said, low and deliberate. “Slowly. Thoroughly. Until you forget your own name.”

Jax’s breath caught. “That’s… ambitious.”

“I have all weekend.” Liam’s hands found the hem of Jax’s sweater, tugging it up and over his head. “And I’ve been waiting very patiently for the season to end.”

It was true. The past few weeks had been brutal—road games, practice, media obligations. They’d barely had time to breathe, let alone enjoy each other. Every touch had been stolen, rushed, unsatisfying.

But now they had three days. No schedule. No responsibilities. Nothing but this cabin and each other.

Jax reached for Liam’s shirt, but Liam caught his wrists.

“Not yet.” His voice was rough with wanting. “Tonight, you don’t get to touch. You just get to feel.”

“Liam—”

“Trust me?”

The question hit different than it used to. A year ago, trust had been the thing Liam couldn’t offer. The thing he was too afraid to give. Now he asked for it freely, knowing Jax would always say yes.

“Always,” Jax breathed.

Liam’s smile was wicked. “Good. Get on the bed.”

*

Jax had never considered himself particularly submissive. In bed, he usually gave as good as he got—pushing and pulling, taking and giving in equal measure.

But something about tonight was different.

Maybe it was the cabin, remote and secret. Maybe it was the anniversary, making everything feel more significant. Or maybe it was the way Liam was looking at him—like Jax was something precious, something to be savored.

Whatever it was, Jax found himself obeying without question. Lying back on the bed. Letting Liam undress him piece by piece. Keeping his hands where Liam put them—above his head, gripping the headboard.

“Beautiful,” Liam murmured, stripping off his own clothes with maddening slowness. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Jax. Do you know that?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Not enough.” Liam crawled onto the bed, settling between Jax’s spread thighs. “I should tell you every day. Every hour.”

“You do,” Jax said softly. “You show me.”

Liam kissed him—deep and slow, tongue sliding against tongue in a rhythm that promised more to come. Jax’s fingers tightened on the headboard, fighting the urge to touch.

“That’s it,” Liam praised against his mouth. “Keep holding on.”

He trailed kisses down Jax’s jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Lower. Lower still. Taking his time with every inch of skin, mapping territory he already knew by heart.

When Liam’s mouth finally reached its destination, Jax’s whole body arched off the bed.

“Fuck—”

Liam hummed, the vibration making Jax see stars. He worked with devastating skill—lips, tongue, the occasional scrape of teeth—building pleasure in slow, relentless waves.

Jax was already close. Embarrassingly close. It had been too long, and Liam knew exactly how to take him apart.

“Liam, I’m gonna—”

Liam pulled off. “Not yet.”

“You’re evil.”

“I told you.” Liam kissed the inside of his thigh, making him shiver. “Slowly. Thoroughly. We have all night.”

He reached for something on the nightstand—lube, Jax realized. When had that gotten there?

“Planned ahead,” Liam explained, slicking his fingers. “Like I said. Specific plans.”

“I’m starting to appreciate your planning skills.”

“You’ll appreciate them more in a minute.”

The first finger pressed inside, and Jax forgot how to breathe. Liam worked him open with patient precision—one finger, then two, crooking them at exactly the right angle.

“There—oh god, right there—”

“I know.” Liam’s voice was thick with arousal. “I know exactly where you need it.”

He added a third finger, stretching and stroking while his mouth returned to Jax’s cock. The dual sensation was overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once.

“Liam—please—I need—”

“What do you need?”

“You. Inside me. Now.”

Liam withdrew his fingers and lined up, the head of his cock pressing against Jax’s entrance. “Look at me.”

Jax forced his eyes open. Liam was hovering above him—flushed, gorgeous, looking at Jax like he was the center of the universe.

“I love you,” Liam said, and pushed inside.

The stretch was perfect. Intense. Exactly what Jax had been craving for weeks. His fingers nearly splintered the headboard as Liam bottomed out, filling him completely.

“I love you too,” Jax gasped. “Now move.”

Liam moved.

He started slow—long, deep strokes that dragged against every nerve ending. But the pace built quickly, urgency overtaking patience as they found their rhythm.

“Harder,” Jax demanded, wrapping his legs around Liam’s waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Liam groaned and snapped his hips, driving into Jax hard enough to shake the bed. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust—a filthy percussion that mixed with their panting breaths and broken moans.

“You feel so good,” Liam panted. “So tight. So perfect. Made for me.”

“Yes—yes—only for you—”

The orgasm hit Jax like a freight train. He came untouched, spilling between their bodies as Liam fucked him through it—relentless, unforgiving, exactly what he needed.

“That’s it,” Liam groaned. “That’s so fucking hot. Coming on my cock like that—”

His rhythm stuttered. Three more brutal thrusts and he was coming too, burying himself deep as he spilled inside Jax.

They collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied, hearts pounding in sync.

*

“Round one,” Jax said eventually, when he could form words again.

Liam laughed, the sound rumbling through both of them. “Round one.”

“How many rounds did you plan for?”

“As many as you can handle.” Liam pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “We have three days. I intend to make the most of them.”

“The hot tub?”

“Eventually.”

“The fireplace?”

“Definitely.”

“The kitchen counter?”

“You read my mind.” Liam rolled onto his back, pulling Jax with him. “But first—recovery. Thirty minutes. Then round two.”

Jax settled against his chest, tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “I can’t believe we almost missed this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Us. A year ago, you almost let me go. You almost chose fear.”

Liam was quiet for a moment. Then he pressed a kiss to Jax’s hair. “I was stupid.”

“You were scared. There’s a difference.”

“I’m still scared sometimes,” Liam admitted. “Not of us. But of how much I need you. How much it would destroy me to lose you.”

Jax lifted his head, meeting Liam’s eyes. “You’re not going to lose me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know.” Liam’s smile was soft, certain. “That’s the difference a year makes. I know.”

He kissed Jax again—slow and sweet, full of promise.

“Now,” Liam said when they parted. “About round two…”

Outside, snow continued to fall. Inside, the fire crackled. And in the cabin buried deep in the Vermont woods, two people who’d found each other, lost each other, and fought their way back together made the most of their anniversary.

Round two lasted longer. Round three happened in the hot tub. Round four was against the window, steam from their breath fogging the glass.

By the time the sun rose, they’d lost count.

But they’d found something better. Something that would last long after the weekend ended.

Forever.

THE END

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