Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 6:42 am Post subject: Gays!!! On Ice - HadixUlrich
Hadrian gnawed at his bottom lip as he listened to the sportscasters talk about the totals and everyone's positions on the board. When they got to him being dead last, his hip gave a responding ache as if to remind him of the fall he took during a turn on the ice that he should've aced. He should've.
But nothing quite matched to the ache in his chest, the reminder of you fucked up, you fucked up, you fucked up over and over as he tried to just keep his wall up until he could get time alone. He had worked so damn hard, had fought to get here at the Grand Prix and his anxiety and complete and total lack of confidence had ruined it all.
It didn't help that he had stayed up reading everyone doubts about him in the ice skating "fandom" all night and eating the homemade cookies that his mother had sent with him on the trip. When they announced the winners, the place suddenly felt ten times colder though he was burning up with embarrassment and all he wanted to do was leave this place and go home to his family even though he felt like a total failure.
He knew who had gotten gold, the same skater who always always did. Ulrich Svenson, the Swedish ice skating star. The same man who was somehow so damn graceful that he could probably just breathe and still look as graceful as an angel, while Hadrian felt like a fish out of water all the time even after all of his practicing.
Hadrian had adored watching Ulrich skate on TV as a kid, he had been an idol even (had, no matter what his sister and brother said now) and had actually thought maybe he'd have a chance to skate against him, to be competitors on level with each other... boy, what had he been thinking?
He grabbed his bag, vaguely turning towards his coach and glanced down at his phone when he got push notifications on his app all about ice skating news. Maybe it IS time I retire before I further fucking embarrass myself. He agreed silently with the title, teeth sinking into the skin of his bottom lip as he held back tears.
He didn't want to go to that damned banquet at all. Oh, there's Hadrian Madison, the last place [i]loser.[/i]
It was true, ice skating had been Ulrich's passion, a passion sparked very young and kept ignited through the years, but it felt different now. Maybe it was the monotony of always winning, maybe he simply was falling out of love with the sport, but Ulrich couldn't help but feel a very real emptiness inside of him even when he experienced high points such as these.
He'd gone about the rink, flashing a dazzling, though fake, grin as well as his medal before removing himself to trade his skates for a pair of sneakers and his outfit for a track suit he favored for the purpose of jet setting as he had another competition in Spain to attend in a week's time. He couldn't help but slip the slightest glance towards the Puerto Rican skater, Hadrian Madison, as he sulked off. He wondered if the other man was alright after taking such a harsh loss and the surely negative headlines that were probably already posted online.
Hadrian swallowed at the knot in his throat, when a friend from the scene called out in English, "Hey Hadi, see you at the banquet, right?"
Hadrian raised up a hand and gave a vague wave in response, his steps quickening for the rink doors as he reached up to wipe at his eyes behind his glasses as subtly as he could but turned to rush for the bathroom instead when he noticed all of the cameras and interviewers and newscasters at the hallway to the door.
Ulrich frowned when he saw Hadrian turn at the sight of the cameras. He hastily reached to put on a pair of sunglasses and even wizarded a hat out of seemingly nowhere to cover himself up as he tried to slyly go after the other skater.
Hadrian dropped his duffelbag once he was in the bathroom and went over to the sink, turning on the cold water quickly and taking off his glasses, going to splash his face as he choked on a frustrated and disappointed sob, teeth clenched. He just wanted to go home and make his parents proud. He gave a sniffle, not even hearing the bathroom door open again.
Ulrich poked in and froze momentarily when he saw the other man crying at the sink. He wasn't sure what to do, for a moment he debated on just leaving and giving the other man privacy, until someone else swung the door open and hustled for an empty stall.
Hadrian jumped out of his skin when the door swung open and looked over quickly, flushing to the tips of his ears. "O-oh." he muttered and wiped at his face quickly. "Sorry. I-I'm taking up the sink."
"Oh, no, it's, ehm, it's fine, sorry. I didn't mean to intrude on you or follow you or...I'm sorry." Ulrich cleared his throat, flushing slightly as the other man fussed over his soft features. He was...something else.
Hadrian went to grab a paper towel to wipe at his face and dry his hands with, reaching for his glasses, not at all able to tell who Ulrich was due to the little disguise and him being blind as a bat. "O-Oh, um, it's a public bathroom so I mean." he pointed out awkwardly, going to shove his glasses back on and glanced over, pausing. "...Wait.."
Hadrian squinted but couldn't tell much more past his teary tired eyes. "Um.. nevermind, s-sorry." he said, stepping over to grab his bag and get out of the mans way. "Pinche idiota, Hadrian.." he muttered to himself. "Sorry sorry, I'll get out of your way."
"O-oh," Hadrian sounded a little surprised. "I'm uh, I'm fine." he tried to pass off, reaching up to rub at his sore eyes as he tried to find his phone in his pockets. "That was some competition, huh? Everyone... everyone else was amazing." Hadrian said, not really looking at Ulrich, out of embarrassment.
"I ate shit on the ice after months of practicing.." Hadrian gave a slight chuckle and glanced over then. "I.. oh, I didn't.." he flushed even more when he realized just who he was talking to.
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