Stuck On Ice (DaveJohn)

9 The First Competition! The Short Program!

-John- 

"Well, we're here!" Dave smiled as we entered the building, "Chugoku, Shikoku, and Kyushu championships! There are only three others and yourself competing in the Senior's Men Division." 

"Yeah, I know. I'm the oldest out of all of them... By a lot..." 

"Well, you go ahead and greet the others, and I'll sign us in." 

I made my way to the room holding all of the competitors here today. A woman working at the location called up my division to pick a number out of a bag to see who competes in what order. I reached my hand into the bag, hoping I got any number that wasn't first. 

"Oh, congratulations," The woman smiled, "Looks like you got number 1! You'll be first!" 

Fuck. My. Life. 

I sat down, "Not again..." 

I heard giggling beside me and a voice asking, "Dude, what's wrong with you?" 
I turned and saw him, Mituna Captor. He looked starstruck. 

"I CAN'T BELIEVE I GOT TO SEE YOU DRAW YOUR SPOT TWO YEARS IN A ROW!" Mituna was beaming, "LUCKY MEEEE!" 

"Uh, you're-" 
"DON'T TELL ME YOU DON'T REMEMBER ME!" He cried, "MY HEART JUST BROKE A LITTLE!" 
"H-Hey! Take it easy! My memory's just a little-"
He grabbed my hands, "I'M A BIG FAN OF YOU!!!! MY BROTHER SAID HE'S MET YOU BEFORE AND I'VE BEEN SO JEALOUS EVER SINCE!" He squealed, "OH MY GOD, I'M TOUCHING YOUR HANDS!" 

"Mituna Captor!" The woman with the bag called out. He jumped from his seat and reached into the bag, jumping up in joy when he got his number. 

"WOOHOO! Look's like I'm skating last!!!!!!!!" 

Jesus...  

 After that whole thing, I went out to try to find Dave. He was surrounded by a bunch of cameras, being interviewed. He saw me and ushered me into joining him. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Strider, could you please repeat your last statement!" A reporter asked. I awkwardly stood next to Dave as he spoke. 
"No worries!" He smiled, "We've timed this season so he peaks at the Grand Prix Final. So today, John can take it easy!" 
WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT!? 
"Today, he will be focused on scoring his personal best!" 

I grabbed Dave's arm and went cold, "Incaseyou'veforgottenaboutallofthemilliontimesIhavetoldyou,butatlastyearsnationals,Ibombedeverything!Iwassoincrediblybad,theythoughtIwasinjured,buttherewasnothingphysicallywrong, doyouunderstand? Despitebeingthetopcontender,Iwasmentallyweak, bUTNOPRESSURE,RIGHT?" 

"Whoa, you seriously need to be more chill." 

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR REFERENCES!" 

I haven't been in a serious competition like this since last year's nationals. I've been training with Dave for a while, but the feeling I have for competitions will probably never change. I'm not all that sure of myself. This is my chance to see if I'm even good enough for the GPF series. I know I have to concentrate on myself, but... 

"Alright, get on the ice and practice," Dave smiled. 

I just don't want to let him down... 

I began practicing, but I felt eyes intensely focusing on me, and it sent shivers down my spine. I looked to the side, and of course, Mituna was staring. Can't he focus on himself instead of staring at me!? 

What am I saying? He probably doesn't even need to focus... I need to focus. 

After practice, I went out to meet with Jade. 

"Wow, what a turnout!" Jade smiled, "I hope you're not freaking out, John. You know how you get when you freak out." 
"I-I'm fine, I think. At least, I'm trying not to freak out, anyways. By the way, have you seen Dave? We're about to start and I can't seem to find him anywhere! He was watching me practice, but he was gone when I was finished-" 

"Sorry, were you waiting?" I heard Dave's voice, followed by a group of girls screaming with joy. 

"DAVE!" I flushed when I saw how nice he looked, "Why did you change your clothes?! Girls are going to murder you!" 
"Aw, is my little cupcake jealous?" 
"Cupcake? JEALOUS!?" 

Jade burst out laughing. 

"Anyways, this is my first debut as a coach, so I thought I should dress for the occasion. Don't you like it?" 
I groaned, "Ugh, whatever. Let's just go..." 

Jade said goodbye to us and went to the rink to find a spot to stand in the audience. 
Dave and I went the opposite way, entering the area where numerous skaters awaited. Dave started talking, but I blocked him off, handing him the cover to my blades. I entered the ice, telling myself to focus and not be nervous. 

I made a loop as the men's practice ended. I went bag to Dave, taking a drink of water. He looked mad. 
"Hey, what's with the face?" 
"John, turn around." 
"What? Why do you-" 
"I said turn around." 

I rolled my eyes and turned, my back facing him, "Fine, like this?" 
Before I got an answer, his arms wrapped around me tightly, and his face was nuzzled into my neck. 
"D-Dave!? What the hell are you doing?!" 
Numerous camera's started flashing, taking pictures of us. 
"Dave!" I whispered, "P-People are taking pictures!" 
"Seduce me with everything you have, John." His voice was soft, "If your performance can enthrall me, then you can bring the audience to their knees. I say that in practice, don't I?" 
"Y-You're not that... That erotic in practice though..." I whispered. 
"I know, I needed you to hear that right now though." I felt his lips kiss my neck, and he let go. 

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HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FOCUS NOW?!?!?!? 

My name was called out, and I moved to the center of the ice. 

Just ignore what he did, and focus on what he said. I just need to skate like I do in practice... 

During the routine, I imagined Dave speaking to me as he would during practice, remembered how he said he loved the step sequence I was doing. He always compared me to the food I loved so much. And seduce. 

Right. I'm sexy, and no man could refuse this dish served hot. 

And before I knew it, it was over.  

I heard Mituna cheering as loud as he could, as well as Jade from the opposite side. I wonder what Dave thinks-

"The first half was great, then you were focusing too much on the second which caused you to miss a few turns and slip." 
"Wait, I did that?" 
"What?? You're telling me you don't even remember?" 
"I guess it all went so fast to me, I was just focusing on what to do next." 
"Well, it was sloppy." 
"Right." 
"Do better with the next routine." 
"Right..." 

"And now the score for John Egbert, short program!" The voice boomed over the speakers. Dave and I stared up at the screen, waiting for the numbers to appear. "94.36. He is currently in first place!" 

"Wow, surely I thought you would have gotten a score in the hundreds since you had no pressure." 
"Riiight... Must be easy, you've gotten scores in the hundreds multiple times..." 
"I think we should lower the jump difficulty for the free skate tomorrow based on this performance." 

"What?" 
"Now now, don't get flustered. You've never even landed them all in practice before, so it makes sense." 
"Dave!" 
"Early on in the season, it makes sense to lower the difficulty, doesn't it? You can just adjust as you go along. You wouldn't disobey your coach, would you?" 

Damn him. 

"Dave, can I ask you something?" 
"Sure, what is it?" 
"What was up with what you did before my program?" I touched the back of my neck where he kissed it. 

Dave smiled and put a finger to his lips, "It's a secret."