~INSPIRATION~
They start far apart, too far for Bill's liking. He enjoys being crowded up on Tom, pressed as close as they can without moral obligations getting in the way. The music plays, the vocals haunting and he moves. A little head bob here, his hands sliding up his chest, down his arms. He spins, skates gliding easy on the ice. Tom is closer now, he can feel it. He half turns to the left. He's right, Tom's right there, right on cue. Tom's hands are on him them, lifting him with ease. Three spins in the air and he lands on one blade, gliding backwards. Their eyes lock and they skate from memory, hands finding one another, chests pressed close. He can hear Tom panting in his ear as he lifts Bill up. Bill arches his back, head tossed back. Tom spins in a small circle, bringing him down to the ice, to where it's always been just the two of them.
