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“Once you’ve got the basics down, it’s like anything else. The bicycle cliché in effect. Of course we still have to get you to stop…”

“Oooh.” Now he sounded like one of the kids as they asked about something they really want to do—usually advanced things like slap shots. “Can you teach me to snow somebody?”

I bit back a laugh at his excitement. He had a ways to go before he’d be fast enough and have the blade control to spray snow.

“Now,” I said with my stern coaching voice, “I don’t want to have to put you in the penalty box for unsportsmanlike conduct.”

A flash of something went through his eyes that sent warm vibrations through me. What was that? I wanted to see it again.

He hummed in response. The sound went straight to my cock, and it stirred in my sweats.

What the hell?

Yeah, Austin was cute, but it wasn’t like we were going to do anything else. I liked him and that I could do this for him.

The slight blush on his cheeks highlighted the moment. Mine were probably the same. Did he feel—

“So, um, how do I stop?”

Good. Back to the lesson.

“My advice for beginners is to snowplow, so you turn both skates out to make a plow.” I let him go and skated backward. He continued forward. “I’ll skate a few paces away. You keep going and stop before you hit me.”

“I don’t want to run into you.” He wobbled as he said it.

“You’re not going to hurt me, and I’ll catch you if something goes wrong.”

I sprinted, skating backward as his forward momentum continued. I put about twenty-five feet between us. His form had already improved in just the short time we’d been here.

“As you turn your skates out, make sure you dig in to stop.”

It only took a few seconds before he did run into me. I caught him as his skates pivoted weird. Thankfully, he didn’t panic, and he used me for stability as he brought his skates firmly under him.

“Sorry.”

I didn’t mind his body running into me—at all.

“No worries. We’ll work on that. The point of today was to get you moving, to give you what you didn’t get at that party. Few things make me happier than skating around to some music.”

I pulled out my phone, turned up the volume, and started my playlist. There was enough sound with it in my hoodie pocket so we could hear.

“Seriously?” A big grin was on his face. “We get to skate to Madonna?”

“Well, it’s an eclectic playlist, but yeah… skate to some music.” My suggestion had exactly the impact I hoped. I hated it when people missed out on experiences, and I was glad to give him this one. “So, you want to know a secret?”

“Of course.”

Instead of continuing to go backward, I skated alongside Austin, letting him hold onto my arm again. While I swayed to the music, I made sure it wasn’t enough to knock him off course or balance.

“I always have this playlist with me. It’s dance music for the most part but some songs are slower. I always start with this one because I saw a live video of Madonna in concert doing it with all these roller skater dancers. I love the disco vibe, and it’s a great remix of music.’”

I subtly sped us up. He kept up. I suspected the music kept him from overthinking the skating.

“You carry your own skating music?”

“Totally. It’s not too weird, right?”

“Not at all. I like knowing this about you. And this is a great version of this song. I’ll have to check out the video sometime.”