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"Can you get on the ice yourself?" Knife asked his boyfriend.
"I GOT it," Trophy replied, his pride rearing its big head as he carefully stepped into the rink.
"Alright, alright. I'll back off." Knife took a few pumps backward, letting the other do his thing.
Trophy held out his hands to balance himself on the ice, but it proved fruitless, as he was slipping and sliding around anyway. "KNIFE." He panicked.
"Grab the wall behind you, dumbass!" Knife snickered.
"Fuck you!" Trophy clung to the rink wall like a lifeline while his legs were at awkward angles just to keep himself up.
"You wish," Knife replied as he skated up to his boyfriend.
"Oh, shut up, perv," Trophy spat back, though there was a lack of disdain in his tone.
Knife just let out an amused chuckle. "You're cute."
"SHUT UP. I am NOT cute." Trophy glared at his boyfriend.
"Whatever you want to tell yourself, buddy." He skated a bit closer. "Can you try to stand up straight?"
"FUCK no. I'm barely keeping up with my legs like this."
"You're such a baby. Come on." Knife put his hands on Trophy's hips. "I got you."
Trophy tensed up slightly and his eyes darted up to his boyfriend's face, who was looking at him reassuringly. Dammit.
"...Ok, yeah, uh, ok-" He stammered, stepping away from the wall, his hands going to Knife's upper arms.
"There you go." Knife smiled.
Trophy's stomach did flips at the sight of the other's smile. Despite being together for a few months, Knife could still somehow make him fall in love all over again with just a smile.
"You ok?" Knife asked when he noticed Trophy's staring.
"Fine." Trophy looked down to avoid the other's watchful gaze and to hide the color creeping up his face.
"You gotta look up when you're skating," Knife reminded.
"Right." Trophy looked back up. Jesus Christ, his eyes. His knees probably would've buckled if he wasn't trying so hard to keep himself up.
"Now, I want you to try to skate."
"I'm going to fall on my ass, Knife."
"I know, that's why I'm going to hold your hand, and we're going to go at your pace, ok?"
"I'm not a baby," Trophy huffed.
"Wanna try skating by yourself?"
"...no."
"Alright, then." Knife glided to Trophy's side and took his hand.
"Try some marches first, like this." He demonstrated.
"Ok..." Trophy tentatively stepped forward, didn't fall, then he took another one, didn't fall. Soon, with Knife holding on, he was marching forward at a constant pace.
"Good job, dude! Now, let's try alone, ok?"
Trophy had a newfound sense of confidence, so he agreed with minimal pushback. "Ok."
Knife let go, and pumped backward. Trophy took a deep breath then continued his marches. Knife smiled proudly as he watched his boyfriend moved across the ice without falling, or reaching out for him!
"Now what?" Trophy asked. He noticed Knife smiling, and narrowed his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Stop it."
"You're doing so well!"
"...really? I'm just marching."
"But it's a good start."
"..thanks."
"Yeah." He skated up to him. "Come'ere."
"What?"
Knife gently cupped his face and kissed him. Trophy smiled and leaned into it as much as he could without falling.
When Knife pulled away, he said, "You're cold."