Iced Out By Ce Ricci Apr 2026

They were supposed to be rivals. They were supposed to keep their heads in the game. But as the winter deepened, the "iced out" walls they’d built around their hearts began to crack, leaving them both wondering if they were playing for the win or for each other.

The winter air in Graystone didn’t just bite; it owned you. For Quinton Rossi, the ice was the only place where the world finally went quiet. No expectations, no legacy, just the rhythmic scrape of blades against the rink. Iced Out by CE Ricci

The silence that followed was heavy, vibrating with everything they hadn't said. It wasn't hatred that made Quinton’s heart hammer against his ribs—it was the terrifying realization that he didn’t want to let go. They were supposed to be rivals

When Oakley finally leaned in, the kiss was a collision. It was messy, desperate, and tasted like salt and cold air. In that moment, the ice under their feet didn’t feel like a battlefield anymore. It felt like the only solid thing in a world that was suddenly shifting beneath them. The winter air in Graystone didn’t just bite; it owned you

They were teammates by name and enemies by nature. Every practice was a battle of wills, a collision of shoulders against the boards that felt a little too personal. Quinton hated the way Oakley smirked after a goal, and Oakley hated the way Quinton played like he had everything to lose.

"You think you're better than me?" Oakley spat, his fingers gripping Quinton’s jersey.

"I think you're a distraction," Quinton shot back, his voice raw.