THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
Castiel sighs, pushing through the crowd. He still doesn’t know how Gabriel talked him into this. Michael was good-looking, sure, but they had exchanged maybe all of ten words so far. At least on Castiel’s part. He had just sat through a dinner where Michael was oh-so-generous as to boast (very loudly) about his career, and the expensive trips he takes, and all of the deals he closes, because he’s a closer, Castiel, he’s a no nonsense kinda guy, and he gets what he wants, and blah blah blah…
Castiel had tuned out somewhere between the salad and his hamburger.
Castiel was struggling to follow Michael towards their seats, managing to trip over everyone’s legs on the way there. Asshole was on yet another phone call, and of course didn’t notice when Castiel practically fell in the lap of the guy in the seat next to his.
Castiel blinks, finding himself inches away from surprised green eyes, nearly crossed as he tries to look at what collapsed on top of him.
He scrambles up.
"My apologies, I—”
“No—no worries, dude. You’re good.”
The man helps him back on his feet and gives him a shy smile. Castiel’s cheeks flush.
"Not used to these narrow aisles," he mumbles lamely, finally sinking into his seat without further accident.
The guy laughs.
"Yeah? You not a hockey fan?"
The seat on the opposite side of his is empty, so maybe he’s here alone. Castiel stupidly finds himself hoping he is.
No. You’re on a date, dammit.
Castiel shakes his head.
"Oh no, I am—just never been to a game before."
The guy raises an eyebrow.
"Well, believe me. You’re in for a treat."
Castiel bites his lip, fighting his smile. The guy quickly coughs and looks away, his cheeks slightly pink.
Castiel hastily looks away too, and decides to focus on the ice, so he’s not tempted to ogle the man next to him. The players are out for their pre-game warmup, and Castiel watches as the players do lazy loops around the goal, shooting on the net.
He taps his fingers together, glancing to his right. Michael is still chattering away, completely oblivious. Castiel rolls his eyes.
"So you, uh…you with him?"