Page 29 of Puck Shots
“Shit, sorry,” he says, trying to push himself up, but the tips of his skates slide over the ice, and he lands on me again with an oomph.
“It’s okay. Turning your head while skating is like checking your blind spot when driving. You don’t want the whole car to turn with you, so you need to focus on only turning your head.”
“Blind spot, okay, umm, how do we get up?”
“You aren’t comfortable down here?”
His cheeks take on an even warmer hue, and his glasses slip further down his nose. I reach up and push them back, but they slip down again instantly.
“I’m… there’s no way to answer that question without giving you the wrong idea.”
“Oh,” I replied, a knot forming in my stomach. “Okay, umm, well, ahh, roll onto your side,” I say, helping shift his weight off me so that I can pull myself up.
“That looked easy enough,” he says as he tries to stand just like I did and then falls down instantly again. I try not to laugh.
“Careful. Try getting on your knees first,” I say, and an image of him on his knees for a whole other reason flashes in my mind, and my cock twitches. The way he smirks my way has me wondering if he could have thought of the same thing. But there’s no way, right?
“Okay, umm, I think I can do this,” he says, and he lifts one leg up. His skate slides forward, but I block it with my own, giving him something to leverage off to stand, and when he takes my hand, he’s up in one swift push.
“Ready to go again?” I ask.
“Absolutely, but maybe, umm, is it okay if you hold on for a bit?”
My stomach swirls.
“Sure,” I say, and he links his arm with mine. “We can go as slow as you like.”
It takes about twenty minutes for him to be confident enough to stand on his own and another twenty before he’s moved away from me, skating slowly across the rink in diagonals.
“See, it’s fun, right?” I ask about skating around.
“It’s sort of like what I imagine flying might feel like.”
“That’s what I think, too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. The guys think I’m full of it, but when I’m zooming down the ice, it’s like I’m not even touching the ground. It’s…”
“Freeing?”
“Yeah. It’s like it’s the only time I feel like I know what I’m doing.”
“I get that. It’s like when I’m working on a problem, or in a game of chess, when my brain is focused, I just feel…right.”
“Yo, Flash!” Luka calls as he and a few of the guys from the team burst through the doors. Shit, has it been an hour already?
“I should get off the ice. I’ll record a few things from the stands for now.”
“Do you need help?” I ask as he wobbles.
“Nope, I got it. Deep breaths, stay calm, just like flying,” he says with a wink, and he slowly moves to the edge where we stepped through. Luka is by my side a second later.
“Do you really think your boy can help us with his science stuff?” he asks, nodding towards Eli.
“He’s not my boy.”
“You’re sure spending a lot of time with him though.”
