"What do you need?" He whispered softly...I knew people were waiting on me, but I needed something warm before I went into the rink. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and let his body heat cover me. I could hear my coach calling for me, but in this moment I needed him to understand. "I need to go home.." I pressed my soft lips to his cheek, before I took off and entered the cold, blank, and rather blinding ice rink. AN: don't read if you don't like bxb, it's that simple, also be nice. Most of this for now is going to be a rough draft version and will eventually be under editing. Originally this was supposed to be a short story for my English class, but I decided to share it with you guys. In my class it has to be set in a different time period (1992 Winter Olympics/historical fiction) but I might do a current time period version for y'all. But who knows, it really all depends on how good my research is.