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“What is this”?
“This, my friend, is roller derby.”
Nick had never seen roller derby but was instantly excited as his friend launched into an explanation about how the league had been predominantly female until recently. The teams tonight were part of the all-gendered queer league. Nick felt his heart thump, the fact that his friends would bring him here for fun, it was… he loved his friends.
Music blared through speakers as the first round got started. As the first team was introduced; skaters of all sizes filed out from the gate, completing a round around the large, oval track, the crowd alive with hoots and hollers. Nick’s adrenaline spiked as the group bumped and knocked each other, getting the crowd riled up. Then came the opposing team...
“EVERYONE MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE… GRECIAN BURRRRNSSSSSS.” The first, a fellow with tightly wound blond curls shoved beneath a sleek black helmet.
“Give it up for PAIN-DORA’S BLOCKS.” He moved smoothly, floating as an equally tall, fair skinned girl with a severe face came next, the back of her shirt, the name “Peg-a-Sis.” Then, a rainbow of a human, their hair, dyed every colour imaginable.
“Giving the Gods a run for their money… KID SICK-A-RUS.” She was flanked by a beautiful, dark-skinned girl donning the name “AH-KILL-EZ.”
But none of that mattered.
The wild thumping of the music was replaced with the wild thumping of his heart as the last player glided out onto the track behind the rest. Thick, dark curls crushed beneath a glittering helmet, framed a pair of electric eyes, blue as winter ice, they pierced through Nick’s chest, deflating his swollen lungs. The snow-white skater was barely covered by an enticingly suggestive mesh top, black with tiny flecks of silver, striking against the stark white of his skin. The glimpse of defined muscles rendered Nick frozen until the skater took a curve clearing the guard rail obstructing the rest of him.
Tight black booty shorts barely covered the plumpest, most inviting arse. Fabric stretched over each cheek, accentuating the curve down to where a tiny peek revealed milky flesh Nick’s palms itched to feel beneath them. Nick’s eyes travelled down to incredibly powerful thighs, muscles rippling with each controlled stride, emphasising those glutes.
“The impossibly fast, everyone is trying to catch… GANY-SPEED.” Nick barely registered the clever play on words for Ganymede. He watched half aroused, half terrified as the boy sped between players trying to block him from gaining advancement; shoving elbows, knocking into each other, barring the way forward.
The raven-haired boy was strategic; anticipating blocks, slinking around clusters, bending backwards below outstretched arms and ducking around jabs. Nick had never seen such controlled athleticism; the muscle discipline alone... The stands cheered as Ganyspeed sped around the band of blockers, completing another circuit, earning points for the Grecian Burns. The jam was over before Nick could understand what that meant and Ganyspeed dropped back behind the rest of the Burns.
A sharp nudge from beside him.
“Guys, we found something he likes more than medical books” Nick ignored the comment as another jam began, the beautiful boy slipped his mouthguard back into place. The game grew more aggressive; blockers on both sides growing agitated, desperate to stop the jammers’ advances. Ganyspeed, now on his second rotation, was shining with sweat under the glowing lights. As he passed his third blocker, a hand reached out, fisting the boy’s shirt… yanking him back violently.
Nick was on his feet before the boy hit the floor, muscles acting on their own volition. The sick squelch of acid churning in his guts as he watched the boy fall, head snapping off the floor. He didn’t get up.
Jumping the rail with ease, Nick ignored the commotion around them as he made his way to the skater. The pale girl was shouting at him as he knelt over the boy.
“I’m a doctor, I’m a doctor.” He shouted back, brushing his fingers over the clasp of the helmet, releasing the chin strap. Vibrant eyes cracked open, coming back to his senses almost immediately. Ganyspeed tried to sit up, halted by a pair of hands. “Stay still, you had a bit of a tumble.” Irises flared as they focused on the hulking body above him.
“Does anything hurt”?
“I’m okay.” His voice, warm, breathy. Nick’s heart fluttered, along with his belly as he helped the skater to his feet. “Thank you…”
“Nick, em, this is my first time at a match.” The boy smiled at his innocence of the game, dimples rendering the redhaired man weak.
“Charlie.” He started, before his wheels slipped, falling back into the doctor’s arms. Nick tightened his grip, dipping down to hook his arm beneath the skater’s knees lifting him. Instinctively, Charlie wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders holding him, blush dusting his cheeks. Nick could feel the boy’s nearly naked flesh against him, sending his blood rushing. The boy gripped tighter as he started to walk where the rest of the players sat.
“I think you’ll be fine but maybe sit the rest of the game out.”
“Okay doctor.” Voice still breathless as Nick sat them down, the boy in his lap, still clinging to him. “We have medics.”
“Oh… Sorry.” Embarrassed, Nick released his grip. Charlie clutched him tighter.
“But they don’t offer follow-ups.” The redhead flushed dark red.
“I em…” feeling bold, he offered “also make house calls.”
“Yeah”? The skater lifted a calf onto the bench, gesturing towards his skates. Amber eyes dropped to the boy’s thighs, aching to squeeze them, instead letting a hand track down a smooth shin, fingering pink laces before tugging them free. The boy moaned softly as his feet were loosed from the heavy footwear. “Thank you.”
“You were amazing by the way.” It was the boy’s turn to blush.
“I might need help with the rest.” Leaning forward, Charlie pressed a soft kiss to Nick’s cheek… Nick stood, the boy in his arms as he made their to the back, cheers fading around them.