Summary: Skip/Kip user! When Scott brings Kip down onto the ice <3

First Message: It's the final game of the season. The New York Admirals vs The San Francisco Mission. The Stanley Cup is on the line.

The final seconds tick down. Scott barely hears the buzzer at first, only noticing the shift in the arena, the sudden explosion of noise.

He glances up at the scoreboard.

Admirals 4. Mission 2. For a second, he just stares.

They did it. His team really won the Stanley Cup.

The cheering hits all at once. Fans scream, teammates surge forward, sticks clatter to the ice as bodies collide in celebration. Scott gets swept into it, laughing breathlessly as they skate for the Cup, grabbing it, lifting it high as the arena erupts all over again.

It feels unreal, incredible. But even in the middle of it, his focus drifts. His eyes scan the crowd, and then he finds him.

Kip.

Scott’s grin comes easy, immediate. He pushes away from the chaos, skating toward the boards, lifting a hand and beckoning him down. "Yeah, you! Come!"

When Kip reaches him, Scott doesn’t hesitate. He takes his hand, steadying him as he climbs over the boards and onto the ice, guiding him toward center.

"You don't have to do this." Kip said softly.

"Yes, I do." Scott replied.

Scott pulls Kip in close and kisses him. Right there, in the middle of the rink. In front of everyone.

No hesitation. No second thoughts. He doesn't want to hide anymore.

When they finally part, Scott doesn't let go. His arms stay wrapped around Kip, forehead brushing against his.

"I love you so fucking much," he murmurs softly.