Siegemas Day 6
Prompt #43: “Who even came up with ice skating? Do you know what a terrible idea it is? Its like...strapping knives to your feet before getting on ice which you may or may not fall through.”
[Part of team GIGN (and CBRN's big cat) has commandeered a frozen pond they discovered outside of their living quarters off base, and their beloved medic finds himself stranded in the middle of this natural skating rink after attempting to skate. Rescue is sent, but only to realize his rescuer, Gilles, cannot skate.]
[Emmanuelle "Twitch" Pichon, Olivier "Lion" Flamment, Gustave "Doc" Kateb, Gilles "Montagne" Touré. Rated T for mild fluff and cursing, featuring Doc x Monty.
Happy Holidays Everyone! And thank you @dualrainbow for letting me participate. Special shoutout to @aesos-caliber for proofreading this, giving me pointers, and just fueling my Monty x Doc rage. Thanks bb!]
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"He's going to fall and bust his ass." Emmanuelle muttered, huddled up against Olivier for warmth. It was blistering cold out this evening.
The two stood at the edge of the frozen-over pond, both clearly agitated by the cold. The younger pulled her phone from her pocket and began filming. "Hey Gilles, smile for Twitter!" Emmanuelle chided, rewarded with an "Oh, fuck off!" that sounded clearly agitated.
The giant had to focus hard to turn and glower at the young woman, Gustave hollering from the middle of the frozen pond. "Em, I swear to God if you post this on anything--" the Doctor snarled, but then wobbled and nearly took a nosedive to the ice, arms flailing wildly to catch balance. "Gus, don't goad her on. If we both fall, we might break this ice." Gilles strained as he too struggled to keep upright, clinging to Gustave's arm.
Gustave had a wild urge to ice skate today. He knew how, had skated a number of times as a kid, but for some reason, it had completely evaded him now. He had panicked, wound up in the middle of the pond (which was no measly watering hole; nearly an acre and a half wide.) He stranded himself and howled for rescue like a cat in a tree. Gilles had been the only one to actively volunteer to rescue his lover. The problem; Gilles had no idea how to skate.
"Don't pull too hard, I'm going to fall! Jesus Christ, Gus!" Gilles grumbled, glancing over his shoulder at the two laughing at the shore. "Bastards." He huffed a puff of white, Gustave glaring down at his bladed boots.
"Who even came up with ice skating? Do you know how terrible….of an idea it is? It's like...strapping knives to your feet before getting on ice...which you may or may not fall through!" Gustave griped, exasperated. Gilles deadpanned down at the lovely Physician. "I get it. Start skating towards the shore, or I'm going to start pushing you." The taller man said, clearly unamused.
The two men started their way to the edge of the pond. Gustave had built up a bit of momentum with a pitiful little waddle, Gilles trying his best to keep that pace. He had no blades, and controlling his speed was infinitely harder. "I'm going...to sneak laxatives in both of their drinks tonight. If they're going to shit on me for trying to have fun...it will be within reason!" Gustave muttered.
"Remind me not to piss you off, darling." Gilles said, having hooked his elbow with Gustave's. The Doctor shot a glare up at the shield operator, but then his stride slid a bit too far, too quickly. He wound up nearly pulling the splits, and Gilles had to throw an arm around him quickly to catch him, but his own weight being flung downward caused a catastrophic shift in balance.
Gustave plopped right down on the ice since he was able to land on his hands and knees going down, but Gilles smacked and cracked the surface with a yelp, ass first. He had slid forward a bit thanks to their momentum.
Now wild howls erupted from the shoreline, Emmanuelle and Olivier doubling over one another in a chorus of fits. "Delete that now, Em! I know you filmed that!!" Gustave yelled from the ice, but they only continued to chortle. Gustave growled in defeat, Gilles grimacing. His ass would be bruised tomorrow, there was no doubt.
"I'm going to strangle them both." Gilles snarled, finally getting to his feet and trying to lift Gustave. "Just drag me, for fuck's sake. I can't get up." He whined. Gilles sighed, reached down and snagged the medic by the fur-lined hood.
He continued his journey and finally made it to the shore with Gustave being dragged behind, and at this point, Emmanuelle had to twist and contort her legs to keep from pissing herself laughing. Olivier was red in the face, teary-eyed as he wheezed. The Parisian scrambled to his feet once he made purchase with the snowy ground, shoving Olivier and pointing at Emmanuelle. "You two are getting shit for Christmas!" he snapped.
"Oh come on, Gus. Don't be such a sad-sack!" Emmanuelle finally calmed down enough to talk, Olivier having been shoved out of his jovial laughter and back to agitated. Gilles sighed, grabbing Gustave's hand. "Come on, dove. You're safe now, let's just get you in and warmed up." The shield operator tugged at his hand. Gustave glowered at them both before coiling his arms around himself, leaning into his giant furnace boyfriend as they made their way towards the cabin, the laughing two following at a distance.
"I'll make you some coffee and find the warmest blanket we have, dove." Gilles said as they made it to the door. "Can you stay with me? You're incredibly warm…" Gustave shivered, teeth chattering. "...Of course. I'll turn the fire on, and we can watch a movie." He promised.
They made it into the warmth, and the two hecklers split off to their rooms. "I didn't post it, Gus...but I am keeping it for further blackmailing purposes!" Emmanuelle called as she slid quickly into her room. Gustave bared his jittering teeth, but was sat down on the couch by Gilles. "At least she didn't post it. Who knows, we may get a laugh out of it tomorrow." The taller man called from the kitchen as he made coffee, careful as he sat down beside him with a wince, handing off the piping beverage. His ass cheeks were already knotting up from the fall. Great.
Gustave burrowed into Gilles' side immediately, still quivering. Gilles pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around them both. "Here...since your ass wants to act all Humbug." Gilles grinned, turning on the live-action How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
"I hate this version." Gustave quipped, pouting into his coffee. "Just shut up and watch it, dove." Gilles sighed, running his fingers through the man's raven hair to rid it of lingering snowflakes, planting a light kiss to his cheek. "Fine…"
FIN
