50 First Dates - Date 16
Title: Date 16
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Sam/Lucifer
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 623
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Beta: None
Spoilers: none
Warnings: None
Summary: Written for 50 first dates - Skating.
Date 16
Hockey is a way of life.
A calling.
It gives our existence on the face of this planet meaning.
At least that’s what Sam has always been taught to believe. And he did believe it, totally and completely, until he blew out his knee and was told he would never compete again.
Goodbye Olympics, hello coaching.
Still, he’s a damn good coach and his team of rough and tough men might just make it to the finals this season.
Granted, they are in elementary school.
Sam likes kids.
Except when he has to share his training space with the ice skaters; the kids aren’t the problem though they are a little snobby sometimes. No, see, the problem has always been their coach. The aloof and uncaring Lucifer Novak who glares at Sam from across the ice like a panther stalking something.
He gives Sam the creeps.
“Winchester,” Lucifer announces as he slides to a graceful, elegant, even stop where Sam is setting the goal up. “We still have ten more minutes of our practice time left. You should wait for us to finish before you drag your equipment into our way. Some of my students have a future unlike your rag tag little bunch of heathens.”
Telling the guy to fuck off in front of all these kids would probably get Sam fired.
“Just because you started late doesn’t mean I have to. Your times up by the wall clock Novak. Now get off the ice,” Sam answers.
And he does, but for once he doesn’t leave. He stays, hovering outside the ring of ice as Sam drills his kids and then helps them out of their gear and into their shoes before handing them back to their parents.
“You’re surprisingly effective at what you do,” Lucifer comments as he joins Sam on the ice while Sam gathers up loose helmets and pads from all over the place.
“I would thank you but I doubt that’s really a compliment,” Sam snorts then hisses as his knee complains at a deep dip he makes to grab at a puck.
Lucifer doesn’t answer; he turns abruptly and heads toward the entry way back to outside the ring. His back is straight as a nail and Sam considers for a moment that maybe he missed an olive branch here.
So he skates up beside the other man and turns quickly, covering Lucifer in a fine sheen of ice shavings.
Sam laughs, it’s ridiculous. Lucifer glares at him with his head cocked before launching himself after Sam with a warning growl and chasing him across the ice. Sam dodges and spins out of the ice skaters way as much as he can. He’s having fun, enjoying himself as they play cat and mouse and from the rumbling chuckle he hears to his left Lucifer is having fun too.
Then his knee gives out and Sam goes boneless hoping to limit the amount of damage he’ll take when he hits the ground. But he ends up hitting Lucifer instead who holds Sam like he would a partner executing a dip before having him back up and holding Sam’s weight against his side.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Lucifer warns. “I don’t want that.”
“What do you want?” Sam whispers as they glide around in an ark under Lucifer’s control.
“Whatever you’re willing to give me,” Lucifer answers and it’s not a question.
Sam takes him home and makes him dinner. He lets himself be dessert.