Edge Control
Wells was on the first flight out of the Golden City.
Toronto greeted him with cold air and gray light. He stepped onto the sidewalk in tight blue jeans and black winter boots, gold-and-black plaid flannel fitted across his shoulders, a gold puffy jacket catching what little light the morning offered. Civilian, but unmistakably himself.
By the time he reached his condo, the city felt quieter.
He shrugged off the jacket, moved through the space with purpose. Fresh sheets on the couch. Blanket folded clean. Pillow placed just right. A glass and a water bottle set side by side.
Prepared. Intentional.
Wells paused, hands on his hips, then gave a low laugh.
âGet it together.â
The Toronto Speed Skating Club smelled like cold air and sweat. Wells changed quickly, sealing himself into the metallic gold skin suit, tight, aerodynamic, black strips cutting clean lines down his legs. Gold helmet. Gold eyewear. When he stepped onto the ice, he felt fast before he even moved.
He pushed off for his first warm-up lap, gold flashing as his skates bit clean lines into the ice.
Coach arrived shortly after, tight black jeans. Black winter boots. Red-and-black fitted plaid flannel. Black vinyl puffy jacket shrugged off shortly after he stepped inside. Baseball cap worn backwards. Calm, grounded authority.
Coach watched Wells warm up without comment.
When Coach joined him on the ice, the shift was immediate.
Black skin suit. Glossy, almost liquid under the rink lights. Gold accent strips mirroring Wells without matching him. Black helmet. Dark eyewear. Control made visible.
They stood side by side at the boards for a moment, gold and black, speed and restraint.
Wells pushed off hard, gold flashing as he carved the ice.
âInside edge,â Coach called.
Wells adjusted, smirk visible even behind the eyewear. âYou watching me that closely?â
âIâm watching everything.â
They ran drills back and forthâWells fast and loud, Coach precise and quiet. Every correction landed sharper in skin suits, nothing hidden.
âYouâre leaking control,â Coach said.
Wells laughed breathlessly. âYou keep saying that like itâs a bad thing.â
Coach glided closer, close enough to feel without touching.
âIt is when it costs you speed.â
Coachâs bare hand came briefly to Wellsâ lower back. Firm. Corrective.
âHold.â
Wells held.
The line sharpened instantly.
Wells exhaled. âOkay. Yeah. Thatâs better.â
They changed quickly after training, the cold still clinging as they stepped back into civilian layers. Wells pulled on his gold-and-black flannel and jacket. Coach returned to black jeans, red plaid, jacket zipped, cap still backwards.
The coffee shop was warm and quiet, steam rising between them.
Wells stared into his cup of hot cocoa before finally saying, âAbout the kiss.â
Coach didnât look away. âYes.â
âYou said it was wrong.â
âIt was.â
âBut.â
Coach exhaled once. âIâm attracted to you.â
Wellsâ breath caught. âOkay.â
âAnd Iâve been teasing you,â Coach added. âDeliberately.â
Wells smiled. âYeah. I noticed.â
âBecause you respond.â
The honesty settled between them, direct, controlled, real.
Back at the condo, jackets came off and were hung without ceremony. The space felt smaller without winter as an excuse for distance.
Wells moved easily in flannel and jeans, boots heavy on the floor. Coach stood across from him, red-and-black plaid stretched over a broad chest, cap still backwards, authority intact without armor.
Coach glanced at the couch. The prepared bed.
âYou set this up.â
âDidnât want you uncomfortable.â
Coach stepped closer. Not touching. Just presence.
âTomorrow,â Coach said quietly, âwe run the same drills.â
âYes, Coach.â
âAnd youâre going to stop pretending you donât like the control.â
Wells smiled, no bravado now. Just truth. âNot a chance.â
Coach huffed softly. âGood.â
The tension didnât dissolve.
It settled.
Structured. Intentional. Ready to be used.
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