Chlorine Kisses
summary - Iceman picks you up from the pool.
warnings - making out? idk not really anything
word count - 763
follow the adventures of Iceman and Calypso in Tidal Wave!
As soon as you feel the concrete pool side against your heels, you push off the wall, propelling yourself forward with pointed arms and a few calculated flicks of your leg. You turn for air, your head moving in time with your raising arm. Stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe.
The sound of your body gliding through the water is the only sound that can be heard throughout the empty pool, echoing light splashes and large breaths. You can feel your thighs starting to burn and, not wanting to over exert yourself, you decide that this will be your last lap. Stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, breathe. Through your goggles you can make out the end of the pool.
When your fingers brush the wall, you move to tread water, taking off your goggles as you wipe your face.
“Your breath retention has gotten better. You aren’t coming up for air as much.”
You look up to see a towel being held open for you, Iceman keeping his fingers curled around the terry cloth as he looks down at you from the pool deck. His hair looks fluffy—a telltale sign he’s recently showered—and you can see his hockey bag set on one of the bleachers behind him.
“You think so?” You plant your palms on top of the pool wall and push yourself up. “I feel like thinking about it so much is slowing me down.”
Ice wraps your towel around you, rubbing your biceps through the fabric in an effort to get you warmer and dryer. “Maybe a little,” he concedes. “But once it becomes a habit, you’ll see an improvement.”
Though you don’t even feel that cold, your teeth start chattering and Ice brings you closer to keep you warm.
“Yeah, okay. You’re probably right.”
Ice smiles, gently rubbing at the indent your googles left on your cheek. “I’m always right.”
“How was practice?” You ask, pulling away from him as you peel off your swim cap and go to your bag.
“Good. Goose and Slider have started communicating better defensively, they didn’t give Mav a chance to score at all today. And Mav always scores. Hollywood is really coming into his own too. He was a lot more confident with the puck during practice. I think he might score next game, honestly.” Ice finishes as he follows after you, looking up to find you staring at him with a small smile. He cocks his head slightly. “What?”
Your smile widens. “Nothin’. I just like when you go captain mode on me.”
“I don’t— I don’t go ‘captain mode’, Calypso.” Ice looks away with a light scoff.
“Yes, you so do,” you tease. “But it’s okay, it’s cute.”
“I’ll throw you in the pool.”
You laugh loudly, throwing your head back as Ice steps forward to fix the part of your towel that’s sliding off your shoulder. Calming down, you rest your cheek against his hoodie-clad chest, taking the water bottle he hands you. You weren’t even sure where he’s been hiding it this whole time, but that’s just Ice—responsible to the point it transcends time and space.
“Am I taking you to the dorms? Or my place?” He questions.
You shrug, gulping down some water before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Depends, I guess. Are you busy?”
“Not especially,” Ice looks up in thought. “I have some lecture notes to review and my photography professor wants us to get used to taking photos every day, but I was planning on taking pictures of you anyway.”
Your eyebrows raise teasingly. “That’s presumptuous.”
“Is it? I’m always taking pictures of you,” Ice smirks, taking your empty water bottle from you when you’ve finished.
Your reply is lost against your lips as Ice dips down to kiss you, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck loosely. The sound of your towel dropping to the floor hardly registers, your fingers already lost in Ice’s soft hair and your brain already too focused on the feeling to even notice. You weave the strands of blond around your fingers, pulling Ice closer to reciprocate.
His touch is grounding, warm and familiar, and it’s almost dizzying to feel it as he explores your mouth with his tongue. A small noise emits from your throat when Ice squeezes the back of your neck lightly. After another moment, he pulls away, waiting for your eyes to flutter open before he wipes his saliva from your bottom lip with his thumb.
“Yeah,” Ice’s lips quirk up slightly. “Your breath retention has gotten a lot better.”
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