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“You didn’t tell me you could ice skate,” Nate said with his eyes wide open in shock, having just watched Brad skate out onto the ice no problem and expertly weave and spin between the people who were just about skating along without falling.

After they had spent the morning decorating the tree they had wanted to leave the house, and when they came across the big ice rink set up in the middle of town it had seemed like a good idea. Now that Nate was actually on the ice with a bunch of other people that were equally inept at skating as he was and bumping into him, he had other thoughts. 

Brad shrugged, skating casually alongside Nate who was like most other people on the rink and making his way round the rink in slow circles on wobbly legs. “I had ice skating lessons as a kid, natural talent for it,” he drawled with a roll of his eyes.

Nate laughed, “No kidding.”

Nate held tightly onto the side of the rink as slowly and unsteadily skated with the masses, Brag glided easily by his side looking like he was just about containing laughter. 

Brad took Nate’s hand and interlocked their fingers, “Let’s skate in the middle where there’s less people.”

“I don’t know,” Nate said warily, reluctant to leave the safety of the barrier to hold onto. “You’d have to teach me.”

“Don’t worry,” Brad smirked, “I’ve got you.” 

That was all the warning he gave before he practically dragged Nate into the centre of the rink like he weighed nothing. Nate gulped as he glided across the ice, not feeling confident in his control of the skates but felt safe with Brad’s hand in his knowing that he wouldn’t let him fall. At least not on purpose. 

Holiday Themed Generation Kill Week, Day 1 – Ice Skating