Rookie Roommates
MM Hockey Romance
by Chase Power
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Pairing: MM
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Inferno
Tropes: Roommates to Lovers, Grumpy/Sunshine, Praise Kink, Bi Awakening, Found Family, Forced Proximity, Secret Relationship, Slow Burn, Closeted, Hurt/Comfort
The walls were thin. So were his defenses.
Liam Hart is a wall — on the ice and off it. The veteran defenseman has spent his entire college career being tough, disciplined, and alone. His last season is his last shot at a pro contract, and he doesn’t need distractions. Especially not a loudmouth rookie with a smile that could power a city block.
Noah Reyes is sunshine in a snapback. The freshman forward is fast, talented, and performing happiness like his life depends on it — because it always has. When Coach assigns him Liam as a mentor and roommate, Noah is determined to crack the ice. What he doesn’t expect is what happens when Liam says “good job” in that low, steady voice — and Noah’s entire body rewires itself around the sound.
The walls of their apartment are thin. Thin enough to hear a breath. A groan. A name, bitten off in the dark.
What starts as tension becomes ritual. What starts as ritual becomes need. And what starts as need becomes the kind of love that threatens everything — their careers, their identities, and the carefully constructed walls they’ve both spent their lives building.
But walls, they’ll discover, were never meant to keep people out. They were just the space they hadn’t learned to fill yet.
You’ll love this book if you enjoy:
✅ Grumpy veteran x golden-boy rookie MM romance
✅ Praise kink that drives the entire emotional and sexual arc
✅ Bi awakening with real identity exploration
✅ “He’s my roommate” to “he’s my everything” pipeline
✅ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ — graphic, explicit, emotionally devastating
✅ Found family hockey team with the best supporting cast
✅ A hero who learns to give praise and one who learns to receive it
✅ HEA guaranteed
⚠️ Content Warning: This novel contains explicit sexual content (graphic MM scenes including praise kink, first-time, and emotional intensity), strong language, sports-related violence, homophobia in sports culture, parental emotional abuse (backstory), and depictions of anxiety and identity crisis. Intended for readers 18+.
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Chapter One: Assignment
The last thing Liam Hart needed was a roommate.
He sat in Coach Whitmore’s office with his hands on his knees and his jaw locked, staring at the framed photo of the 2019 Frozen Four team on the wall behind the desk. Three of those guys were in the AHL now. One was riding pine in the NHL. All of them had something Liam didn’t — a contract, a future that didn’t hinge on one more season of proving he was worth a damn.
“Hart. You listening?”
Liam dragged his eyes back to Coach. Dan Whitmore was sixty-one, built like a fire hydrant, and had a voice like gravel in a blender. He’d coached Weston for eighteen years and had exactly zero patience for anything that didn’t directly contribute to winning hockey games.
“I’m listening,” Liam said.
“Good. Because I need you to take this seriously.” Coach leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking under his weight. “Reyes is the real deal. Fastest kid I’ve seen since Patterson, and Patterson’s making two million a year in Dallas. But he’s raw. Sloppy in the corners, no defensive awareness, and he’s got the attention span of a golden retriever on Red Bull.”
“So put him with a forward. Miller could—”
“I’m putting him with you.” Coach held up a hand before Liam could argue. “You’re rooming together off-campus. You’re his mentor. His big brother. His shadow until he figures out how to play hockey like a man instead of a highlight reel.”
Liam’s molars ground together. He’d spent three years clawing his way from walk-on to scholarship player to alternate captain. This was his last season — his final shot at catching a scout’s eye before he aged out of being interesting.
“Coach—”
“This isn’t a request.” Whitmore fixed him with a look that had ended a thousand arguments. “The scouts want captaincy material. Leaders. Show me you can develop talent, and I’ll make sure the right people hear about it.”
The carrot and the stick, wrapped in one sentence. Liam recognized the play because his father had run it his whole life. Be useful or be nothing.
“Fine,” he said.
“Good man.” Coach stood and clapped him on the shoulder, hard enough to rattle his teeth. “He moves in tomorrow. Don’t scare him off.”
No promises.
The apartment was a two-bedroom shitbox on Elm Street, three blocks from campus and six from the arena. He moved in alone on a Tuesday. The second bedroom was barely a bedroom — more of a converted den separated from the living room by a partition wall so thin you could hear a text notification through it.
This was his sanctuary. Controlled. Quiet. His.
It wouldn’t last.
Noah Reyes showed up fourteen hours late.
The kid in the doorway looked like he’d been assembled from a catalog of things designed to be distracting. Brown skin. Dark curls falling across his forehead from under a backward snapback. Big brown eyes. Dimples. A grin so wide and bright it made Liam’s chest do something involuntary, which he immediately filed under irrelevant.
“I’m a lot of person.” Noah grinned wider, somehow. “There are rules?”
“Shoes off on the carpet. Dishes washed immediately after use. No music after ten.”
“Cozy!” Noah’s head popped around the partition. “Is that a window or a porthole?”
“It’s a window.”
He closed his eyes. Breathed through his nose. This is a leadership opportunity. Scouts want captaincy material.
“So you’re, like, a legend around here. Tate Brennan told me you’re the scariest guy on the team.”
“Tate talks too much.”
“He also said you once fought a guy from BU so hard the ref threw up.”
“The ref didn’t throw up.”
“But you did fight a guy from BU.”
“He ran my goalie. That’s what happens.” Liam uncrossed his arms. “Practice is at six AM tomorrow. Be ready at five-thirty.”
“This is going to be great. You’re going to love me by October.”
“Five-thirty,” Liam said, and went to his room.
On the ice, the kid could skate. The edge work was natural, explosive, the kind of raw speed you couldn’t coach. Noah moved like he was arguing with physics and winning.
“Reyes!” Liam’s voice cut across the ice. “Stop guessing. Read the play. Your feet know. Trust them.”
Noah stared at him. Reset. Next rep, he read it, held his position, angled the attacker wide, forced a weak shot that Tate smothered easily.
“Thanks for the tip. I think you might be a good teacher.”
“Don’t push it.” Liam skated away before the weird warmth in his chest could settle into anything he’d have to name.
Coach pulled Liam aside. “He’s your responsibility now. What he becomes this season is on you as much as it’s on him.”
Back in the locker room, Noah was pulling on Liam’s Weston Hockey hoodie. Two sizes too big. Sleeves past his hands.
“Oh, shit, is this yours? I’ll give it back.”
He didn’t move to give it back.
Something shifted in Liam’s chest — not a crack, not yet, but the faintest stress fracture in a wall he’d spent twenty-three years building.
“Keep it,” Liam said, and didn’t know why.
“See? October. You’re going to love me by October.”
In the parking lot, his phone buzzed. hey its noah!! ur a good teacher even if u wont admit it 😎 also ur hoodie smells amazing what detergent do u use
He typed: Tide. Unscented. Practice tomorrow. 5:30.
He did not type: Stop smiling at me like that.
He did not type: Give me back my hoodie so I stop thinking about how it looked on you.
Five-thirty. He’d be ready.
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