He ended up jamming his shoulder into the wall, but he counted it as a win when he didn’t get stuck. It took him two more doors to find one that would open, and then there was the struggle of wiggling through the small opening while juggling his stick and hockey bag. The first door Nick tried didn’t open w hen he pulled, then pushed, and then shook it in desperation. Tropes: hockey romance, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, miscommunication / lack of communication, only one bed, shipper/meddling friends, didn’t know they were dating, enemies to lovers in the form of fans of rival hockey teams, protective when the other is hurt, being too honest when drunk/concussedĬontent warnings: foul language, alcohol usage, implied sexual situations, implied and internalized biphobia/homophobiaĬhapter Seven: The Pennsylvania Tournament You know who you are and I appreciate your continued support. And let’s not forget June 7, 2018.Īnd of course a huge thank you to anyone who helped bounce around ideas, encouraged me during writer’s block, and helped with editing.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2021 by Ashley Leonard (pen name of A.L Heard)Ĭover Art by Katya Morozova (sssadhippie)įor information on commissions and to view more of her artwork, visit her blog: ĭedicated to the city of Pittsburgh, Tom Wilson, and every time I’ve wanted to throw the remote at the TV during a hockey game.

Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Hockey Bois by A.L. Heard