professional dom kip x client scott who's in love with him!!!!
There's some nervousness coursing through Scott's body, but it's the good kind, the same that pumps through his veins right before the beginning of a game. He doesn't have his gear on now, though, he isn't wearing his colors, just a green sweater, something he bought for himself, but never knew how to wear in a way that didn't make him feel like a tool. He's wearing it now under his coat and he's feeling like a tool, but he soldiers on, remembering the way Kip looked at him while telling him green made his eyes look beautiful.
He's buzzed in immediately, his throat constricts on a swallow and he chokes a bit, the sound of his coughing reaches up the stairs where Kip is already opening the door. He peeks over the railing, "Everything all right?" His voice is laced with laughter that makes Scott feel mortified. He looks up at Kip and immediately returns his eyes down to his shoes.
"Yeah." His voice sounds roughened up and that worsens his embarrassment, already feeling hot from head to toe, despite the cold January wind blowing right outside.
"There you are," Kip smiles up at him, he's not wearing shoes so he stands a little shorter than usual, his forehead reaching somewhere around Scott's lips, "It's cold outside, isn't it?" He furrows his eyebrows at him.
Scott nods his head, debating whether Kip expected a spoken reply or not, but too much time passes and he still isn't able to come up with anything. Deciding what to say feels monumental whenever he finds himself inside this room. Thankfully, the brick red wall on his right is still interesting enough to stare at as he tries to ground himself and find his footing.
"Why are you so nervous?" Kip gets to his side, he poses a hand on his back, Scott looks back at him, at his light-wash jeans and white t-shirt and has to look away so fast, frightened by the thoughts in his head and the pace of his heartbeat.
"It's nothing, just… Had a long week."
"Yeah," Kip starts caressing him from nape to lower back, in gentle, light strokes. Scott's ears burn, he closes his eyes, tries not to think about how much he likes him, how much he wants him. "I watched the game." Scott groans, suddenly he's on the ice again, missing every shot, but that's not even the worst of it. Having to sit and take the disappointment on the coaches' faces as they tried to cheer him up was worse, and having all his rituals and rules systematically broken one after the other was even worse than that. "Sorry." Kip grimaces, his hand stops and lays a bit more heavily on the back of Scott's neck. "Let's take care of it, yeah?" Scott hangs his head as he nods.
Kip asks him to take off his coat, the sweater is back at the front of his mind, he's about to open his mouth about it when Kip touches the material and all Scott can do is stiffen again, waiting for a verdict. Kip smiles and searches his eyes "Beautiful color, it brings out your pretty eyes." Scott releases a shaky, little laugh that takes away the tension in his shoulders.
