Shit has hit the fan in little ol' Papa's Burgeria. Who will survive?
Lance hasn't skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can't skate for shit but that doesn't stop him from catching Lance's attention, even when he can't so much as stand up after falling on the ice.
'When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.'
“Soon as we're off this ice you're dead.” Keith's threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it.
“Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions.
“No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I'm gonna twirl you, okay?”
“No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he's suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance's chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith's upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.”
“Technically, we are on land.”
“We're on frozen water, get me off it.”
Bookmarked by Lilacs_arent_dead
24 Sep 2017