Ooooo and/ or 22 for the cubs
okay so its finnlo, but i got carried away
here's an alternate first kiss, out of adrenaline.
(coops drabble tmrw)
Finn knew from the first time he saw Logan skate at pre-season camp that he was going to be a killer on the ice. He was small, but speedy, so light on his feet it seemed closer to flying. Finn had zoned out and almost missed his turn at a drill more than once, hypnotized by the way Logan cut across the ice.
That didn’t make it any more exciting when he scored his first goal of his rookie season, a fast arcing shot over the shoulder of BC’s goalie. He’d outmaneuvered a boy twice his size, it seemed, finding a path where there had been none all game. They had been tied up all period, the clock running down on what had been a long, tiring, boring game. The buzzer went off and Finn was across the ice, crashing against Logan.
His friend, his roommate, his teammate- he knocked his helmet back against Finn, smiling bigger than Finn’d ever seen him smile. His green eyes squinty in the corner, a trickle of sweat coming down his forehead.
“That’s my ROOMIE,” Finn cheered, yelling too loudly for how close he was to Logan’s face. He didn’t seem to mind though, just reached out a hand to pull Finn close to him.
For a second, every nerve in Finn’s body was clued into Logan; smelling like deodorant and sweat and excitement and adrenaline, maybe a little sticky, red in the face and chapped lips.
Afterwards, he’d swear he meant to kiss him on the cheek, the dry chaste pecks they’d all share in the excitement of a point or a win. He leaned in, and at the same time Logan turned his head just enough that their lips brushed together.
It couldn’t have been more than a second, a millisecond even. Finn’s heart hammered harder than it had all night, harder than after a double shift or a track workout. Logan’s face was impossibly soft underneath his helmet.
“Oh,” Logan said, pulling back.
“Oh,” Finn laughed. He had a feeling he wouldn’t stop thinking about that for a while, even if it was nothing, just a mistake of coordination and adrenaline.
Will crashed into them both, cheering them on. “Magic duo,” he crowed, proudly.
Magic for sure, Finn thought, skating back toward the bench. That was one way of describing Logan.
