ice (a fake dnf story)

Nerves

George would be lying if he said that the taller boy knowing his name didn't freak him out. It scared the shit out of him. How would this handsome boy know his name if that was the first time they met. Obviously, he now knew why and that the muscular boy's name was Clay. It was a very unique name and George really liked that. Sometimes just hearing the same name over and over makes it lose its specialty. 

But even if Clay had a basic and popular name, George would still find him fascinating. His looks, voice, humor, sarcasm, height, muscles, and pretty much everything else, made George feel some type of way. A weird, funky, jittery type of way. When Clay told him that he watched him do his quad axel he started to inwardly freak out.

What if he had slipped up somewhere that he didn't realize? What if he looked weird doing it? What if he looked too cocky? What if, what if, what if? 

George never questioned his jumps and tricks. He was a quick learner and knew how to do them very well. He learned how to do a quad axel three years ago and had since perfected it. So why should he worry if he looked weird or messed up because he definitely didn't?

The answer was that blond hockey player. 

George knew how Clay made him feel instantly and wasn't going to try and beat around the bush. He had a day off from figure skating and wanted to make Clay feel those hives that creep out of your chest and cover your body. The ones that make you feel so uncomfortable and nervous, but also erupt butterflies since they were trapped underneath. He wanted to see Clay writhe under his own gaze. 

He felt the urge to take control and make Clay his. Maybe his petite body made him look small and defenseless, but George knew that was far from the truth. And he wanted to prove that to Clay. 

***

Clay had hockey again. Matt was having them work their asses off so that they would be perfect. And since perfect is near impossible to achieve, they would be practicing almost every day. 

Clay didn't want to do any more suicides so he wasn't going to stall. He was trying to hurry honestly. He didn't want the potential threat that was George to slow him down. But there was George walking in. Clay supposed that a short conversation couldn't hurt.

It most definitely would but Clay didn't mind if he was a little late.

Clay talked with George while he was putting his normal sweats and sweatshirt over his leotard. Today his leotard was purple that had a gradient that turned to white at the skirt. There were gems coming down from the collar, giving it a dripping effect. It, like always, made George look really sexy. The way it hugged his small, fragile frame and once again made his ass look really big. 

Clay decided to go for simple topics. George tied Clay's laces again while they shared their favorite colors, (Clay green, George blue) favorite animals, (Clay cats, George also cats) favorite food, (Clay popcorn shrimp, George simply pizza) and so much more. It was a rapid-fire sort of thing because George for some reason really wanted Clay to get out there and practice. 

Clay wasn't sure why but was definitely afraid it was because George didn't like him. 

Much to his dismay, Clay was late, but luckily they were still on warmups so there were no repercussions. Well... never mind he had to do 20 suicides. 

He wasn't feeling how he was last time even though he had just talked to George, the adrenaline wasn't really there. Weird he could've sworn he had felt it all throughout the drills. Maybe he had wasted it all? 

He skated over to the line where he would start and on his way he saw George. Sitting in the stands. Eyes following his every move. He would have waved but he knew that all the guys were probably watching him too because they thought this torture to Clay was funny. He suddenly felt extremely nervous. What if he messed up these suicides? That would so embarrassing. Especially in front of George. Wait why would that be embarrassing in front of George.

Oh please, let's not play dumb. Obviously, I like him. Clay thought to himself. Just do them how you normally would and think of George as any regular person for the moment. 

He tried to, but George wasn't any regular person, he wasn't ordinary. At least not to Clay. He stumbled way too many times. Whenever he looked at George he lost focus and all George did was smirk. Was this out of dislike? Was this out of friendship? He sure hoped it was the latter.

He felt George's eyes glued to him his whole practice and sure enough whenever he looked, he was looking. 

*** 

George was satisfied because he knew he made Clay do all that stumbling. He knew Clay was better than that. Because he knew Matt. He and Matt used to date so he knew that since he got the coaching position, he would only keep and pick the absolute best. 

So knowing that Clay was good and he made him trip like that, it was amazing. George was feeling himself being dominant and he loved it. He was overlooked in every relationship because of his size. (not dick size el oh el) 

He felt a surge of confidence when Clay came up to him in the stand after practice. 

"That was pretty rude you know." Clay started.

"How could I ever be rude?"

"Easy. By staring at me all practice." 

Okay, so we were going to confront this immediately. Not really what George was hoping for. He had wished that Clay would continue to fumbling but with his words. But Clay also seemed to have more confidence. This was infuriating George. How come once he gets supposed dominance it is immediately taken away. Not that was something rude.

"Listen, I get you like staring at me so why don't you do that somewhere else. Because this might get me kicked off the team. And you wouldn't want your favorite person to get kicked out of something they love, right?" 

Damn, okay. 

"Yeah sure," George mumbled. Now he lost his confidence. He felt how he normally felt, submissive. Ugh, again, so rude. 

"How about we hang out then?" George asked regaining his composure.

"Sure I have a day off from hockey on Friday."

"Okay, I'm free." They exchanged numbers and Clay walked back to the locker room with more liveliness. George, although sad because he turned submissive, was also happy. He was very excited to see Clay on Friday.

Hey Love. So I might do something that will make you oh so angry el oh el. I mean it's a book. And they tend to have plot twists. And in love stories, there are little parts of sadness occasionally. You probably know where I'm going with this Love because you are so smart. (not sarcasm) I mean I will literally be seeing you in advanced math tomorrow el oh el. Bruh I hate our math can I just like not. I literally had no choice in being advanced like so what I scored high and got in, shouldn't I get to choose? I mean our teacher did explain why we weren't given the choice since we were young when it happened. But anyways. I like to rant in these authors notes el oh el. Bye Love!!!!