Mag-log inThe walk back was quiet…like they couldn't quite understand what had happened. They weren't sure if the coach had seen them or not but they kept hoping he didn't. Lukas coughed, to break the tension.“My place or yours…?”Viktor giggled, “you just know how to put me at ease.” He exhaled loudly, “yours” then a pause followed.“I like your bed better” and that earned a huff from Lukas…not quite a laugh but still better than nothing.They both continued in the same direction. The evening sky was stunning, drawing their attention. The air was warm and the trees danced softly, the sky was orange fading into blue.Viktor tilted his head up at the sky then at Lukas but noticed he was already staring, eyes fixed on the sky. Birds chirped and flew around but they walked back admiring the view. Their first walk back together, beautiful as they knew.And for a second, Viktor caught himself staring at Lukas…watching how his expression softened without knowing and how he reminded him of the little
“I thought you said no training?!” Lukas grabbed onto Sam's shirt, the teammate who had told them there was no training today, pulling him slightly forward. There was no real anger behind it but he had to let off some steam.“You look funny when you're mad” he said, completely unbothered.But Lukas was playing. He clenched his fists but released him immediately like it didn't matter, but it did…everything did.Viktor stood in the corner, along with other players, his stick resting loosely on his shoulder as his eyes wandered around…waiting for the training with the coach and he looked calm, like he wasn't fully there yet. Lukas looked at him a little too long and looked away, skating away from him as though not to avoid suspicion and questions. The distance was to keep things normal….at least try.The rink was suddenly alive. The air wrapped around them, cold and thin, the blades against the ice sounded like music along with the quiet chatter. This was the rink when the capacity was a
By the time Lukas gets to school, he sees Viktor at the gate waiting. He doesn't notice Lukas immediately, his eyes staring at nothing like he's lost in thought. Lukas doesn't interrupt him, he simply watches him…wondering what he'll say to him but before he can speak–“Reiner!” A teammate yells, and both Viktor and Lukas look up quickly. “Training is cancelled today.” And he walks off. Lukas keeps his eyes on the teammate a little too long but as he looks back at Viktor, he's already staring.“How long have you been here?” Viktor asked as he walked over to him, hands in his pockets.“I just got here.”“...but you could have called my atten–” Lukas cut him off before he could finish.“I didn't ask you to wait.” As he moved in first but this time. Viktor didn't run after him. He just moved slowly behind as though recollecting his thoughts. Lukas turns around only to find Viktor far back, eyes fixed on nothing. Something about the sun made him stand out…maybe it was his hair against it
The morning light came in slowly. Soft at first, slipping through the curtains like it didn’t want to disturb anything, then gradually filling the room until everything was visible again.Lukas was already awake. He didn’t know when he woke up exactly or if he even slept properly. All he knew was that he’d been lying there for a while… staring at him.Viktor was still asleep beside him, half-turned, one arm resting loosely across the bed, his breathing slow and steady and he looked… calm. Like nothing had happened last night, like last night hadn’t gone too far, like Lukas hadn’t ignored his begging.He looked away.Running a hand over his face through his hair, Lukas exhaled quietly, sitting up slightly. His body felt heavy, not from exhaustion, but from the weight of his actions. For a moment, he just stayed there, elbows resting on his knees, staring at nothing in particular.Then he heard a small movement behind him.“…you’ve been staring for how long?”Lukas didn’t turn immediate
Lukas kicked his door open, Viktor in hand as they laughed and walked in. The lights are off but Lukas knows his room through and through. Their giggles echoed through the hall.“That taxi driver will be scarred” Viktor laughed, planting a kiss on Lukas's forehead.“He just kept looking through the mirror.” he laughed harder. “I had no idea how to avoid eye contact.”Lukas dropped him gently on the bed, trailing kisses down his neck, biting him softly.“I just want to kiss your neck down to your back,” Lukas grinned and Viktor giggled.“You can,” he wrapped his legs around his neck “... just be gentle.”He giggled and replied “I won't”And Viktor's smile faded. His eyes widened in fear as he was flipped over. Lukas's laugh echoed through the room, ending the initial peace.“Should I help you take off your clothes or…?” Lukas towered over him, his eyes undressing him already.“I'll take it off myself…” Viktor laughed nervously. He hadn't felt this tension in a while. Lukas sat on the e
Lukas didn’t remember getting up and walking back; he only remembered the cruelty of the cold and the quiet that followed every step, as well as how loud everything in his head felt compared to it.By the time he reached the door leading to the balcony, his hands were still shaking slightly. He didn’t bother turning on the flashlight, he just stepped inside and shut the door behind him, leaning against it for a second like his body needed something to support his very existence. His chest still felt tight.“…get it together,” he muttered under his breath.But even his voice didn’t sound convincing… not even to himself. He pushed off the door and tried moving slowly, grabbing his bag by the hand. His clothes were scattered, his shirt half inside-out, his laces still loose but he didn’t care. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, but it didn’t do much. He didn't move far before he stopped.His eyes still burned and his chest still hurt. “You didn’t come…”The words slipped out be







