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Fic: Not Really a Fallen Angel
Author: ballerynna
Disclaimer: Did not happen. Mainly since Johnny Weir has probably never ever met Adam Lambert. Also I do not own either of them
Pairing: Johnny Weir/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,038
Note: So over at ontd_ai, we’ve been wondering how Johnny Weir/Adam Lambert would work. Here’s my attempt. And despite comments by me hinted at whips and handcuffs, the actual sex is off-fic. Other names you should know that are in the fic, Tara Modlin (Johnny’s agent), Galina Zmievskaya (Johnny’s coach) and Lady GaGa.
Note 2: This is unbeta-ed so the weird end is all my fault lol
Summary: One thing Johnny Weir was known for was the drama.
So he isn’t surprised when he ends up in bed with Adam Lambert and all over the gossip blogs the next day
One thing Johnny Weir was known for was the drama.
So he isn’t surprised when he ends up in bed with Adam Lambert and all over the gossip blogs the next day.
It wasn’t like he was trying to hit on Adam, it just sort of happened. Honestly, a few sips (glasses no really it was sips) of the forbidden tequila and a flaily "Oh my God I met GaGa too she is the queen!" conversation would make any person fall into bed with someone else. Not to mention the fact that he’s had to be celibate for going on two years now and has to deal with it during the whole Olympics.
Two amazingly drunk people would notice all the camera flashes and yelling paparazzi and think they were fairy lights or something. So they couldn’t really do anything to stop pictures of them leaving the bar after the skating charity press thing from being posted all over the internet.
But Johnny at least should have expected the most awkward morning after he’s had in a long long loooong while.
Adam stands at the doorway, fully dressed and holding a cup of coffee (hazelnut it smells like, thank God for taste) and silently offers the cup to Johnny.
"So last night was weird huh?" Adam cautiously says.
"Weird in the two flaming queens getting together and the entire world freaking out about it way? Or weird in the we’ve known each other for a grand total of two hours and now we have to deal with this crazy fallout together way?" asks Johnny.
"The latter definitely. Look, it’s just that honestly, do you think we can both deal with this? I’ve already had to battle one crazy controversy after another and I’ve been in the spotlight for 13 months. And you deserve to be in your own spotlight," Adam sits on the bed beside Johnny explaining as best he can.
“”Whoa there mister, we haven’t even started and you’re breaking up with me. I understand, and yes, I do believe that spotlight is something I drag along with me. The question is what do we do? This is plays right into narrative of poor Olympian who failed and is now whoring himself all over town.”
“Sorry. I called my publicist after I had to put the phone down when she was screeching. Maybe you should call yours?”
“I’m a figure skater, if I have a publicist, I’d be the Olympic champion. I’ll call Tara my agent, she must be going nuts having to deal with this and Galina,” Johnny picked up his phone to call his agent and soon there was a full on disaster mitigation response meeting going on.
It was interesting and frightening to watch. The people from Adam’s camp were writing up press releases and setting up interviews and ten million things at once.
All in all, this was the craziest thing Johnny has inspired in while.
In the middle of it all was both of them. Johnny took everything in, fascinated and horrified and used to all the chastising and ordering around. Nothing Johnny’s ever done, no one Johnny’s ever been with, had been splashed all over the tabloids. In fact most of them would rather stay in the closet than admit to anything.
Adam though was calm, and looked about ready to deflect any negative press but hating that he had to do any at all.
Adam receives a phone call and Johnny sees something strange happen.
During the entire phone call, calm Adam disappears and Johnny stares. Looking contrite and panicked Adam talks to the person on the other end, trying to explain the situation and apologizes almost every other sentence. It must be his mama (speaking of which he should totally call his mama, in a few minutes so he can gather his thoughts before he’s killed).
“Your mom?” he asks Adam.
“No. A friend. He, he was asking if there was any truth with what happened. I had to take the call,” he looks away and fiddles with his phone.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. In that case we’ve been really big stupid jerks.”
“He isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a very good friend. He just deserves to know the truth. I know we didn’t really do anything bad but I didn’t want him to think any less of me.”
“You’re willing to do that for someone who’s just a friend. Wow, that’s amazing,” Johnny squeezed Adam’s shoulder.
“Some things, some people, are worth the sacrifice of admitting wrong and owning up to self-fault. He taught me that. And I intend to honor that trust in me by being truthful always,” Adam smiles, a small wistful smile.
“I would’ve pegged for more drama than that. I guess all that glitter is deceptive. So what exactly did you say? The truth?” When Adam doesn’t say anything, Johnny realizes that this is a whole different kind of drama, if he was willing to tell someone the absolute truth but then have to lie to everyone else.
A media plan is soon drawn up. Adam will say that nothing happened and that he was just seen leaving with a friend and Johnny will play coy and ask that people ease up and pray for him to do well in his last competition ever.
The charity skating show is about to start and both Johnny and Adam have said the exact same answer for weeks now. Johnny looks around the arena for Adam to go through the end one more time where Johnny has to actually go on stage and leave the ice.
He sees Adam wave at someone. Short, brunette, equally famous. The guy is with a perky, cute, blonde girl and they look very much together.
Adam smiles and hugs them both, the guy face planting against Adam’s chest. There is love there between the two. But Adam, blessed Adam, pulls away, keeps a little distance.
Johnny sees it for what it is. Sacrifice.
Another kind of drama that he has too much experience with.
He sucks in a breath, throwing his pride out the door, and dials Evan’s number.
“I’m really sorry. It didn’t happen that way.”
Author: ballerynna
Disclaimer: Did not happen. Mainly since Johnny Weir has probably never ever met Adam Lambert. Also I do not own either of them
Pairing: Johnny Weir/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,038
Note: So over at ontd_ai, we’ve been wondering how Johnny Weir/Adam Lambert would work. Here’s my attempt. And despite comments by me hinted at whips and handcuffs, the actual sex is off-fic. Other names you should know that are in the fic, Tara Modlin (Johnny’s agent), Galina Zmievskaya (Johnny’s coach) and Lady GaGa.
Note 2: This is unbeta-ed so the weird end is all my fault lol
Summary: One thing Johnny Weir was known for was the drama.
So he isn’t surprised when he ends up in bed with Adam Lambert and all over the gossip blogs the next day
One thing Johnny Weir was known for was the drama.
So he isn’t surprised when he ends up in bed with Adam Lambert and all over the gossip blogs the next day.
It wasn’t like he was trying to hit on Adam, it just sort of happened. Honestly, a few sips (glasses no really it was sips) of the forbidden tequila and a flaily "Oh my God I met GaGa too she is the queen!" conversation would make any person fall into bed with someone else. Not to mention the fact that he’s had to be celibate for going on two years now and has to deal with it during the whole Olympics.
Two amazingly drunk people would notice all the camera flashes and yelling paparazzi and think they were fairy lights or something. So they couldn’t really do anything to stop pictures of them leaving the bar after the skating charity press thing from being posted all over the internet.
But Johnny at least should have expected the most awkward morning after he’s had in a long long loooong while.
Adam stands at the doorway, fully dressed and holding a cup of coffee (hazelnut it smells like, thank God for taste) and silently offers the cup to Johnny.
"So last night was weird huh?" Adam cautiously says.
"Weird in the two flaming queens getting together and the entire world freaking out about it way? Or weird in the we’ve known each other for a grand total of two hours and now we have to deal with this crazy fallout together way?" asks Johnny.
"The latter definitely. Look, it’s just that honestly, do you think we can both deal with this? I’ve already had to battle one crazy controversy after another and I’ve been in the spotlight for 13 months. And you deserve to be in your own spotlight," Adam sits on the bed beside Johnny explaining as best he can.
“”Whoa there mister, we haven’t even started and you’re breaking up with me. I understand, and yes, I do believe that spotlight is something I drag along with me. The question is what do we do? This is plays right into narrative of poor Olympian who failed and is now whoring himself all over town.”
“Sorry. I called my publicist after I had to put the phone down when she was screeching. Maybe you should call yours?”
“I’m a figure skater, if I have a publicist, I’d be the Olympic champion. I’ll call Tara my agent, she must be going nuts having to deal with this and Galina,” Johnny picked up his phone to call his agent and soon there was a full on disaster mitigation response meeting going on.
It was interesting and frightening to watch. The people from Adam’s camp were writing up press releases and setting up interviews and ten million things at once.
All in all, this was the craziest thing Johnny has inspired in while.
In the middle of it all was both of them. Johnny took everything in, fascinated and horrified and used to all the chastising and ordering around. Nothing Johnny’s ever done, no one Johnny’s ever been with, had been splashed all over the tabloids. In fact most of them would rather stay in the closet than admit to anything.
Adam though was calm, and looked about ready to deflect any negative press but hating that he had to do any at all.
Adam receives a phone call and Johnny sees something strange happen.
During the entire phone call, calm Adam disappears and Johnny stares. Looking contrite and panicked Adam talks to the person on the other end, trying to explain the situation and apologizes almost every other sentence. It must be his mama (speaking of which he should totally call his mama, in a few minutes so he can gather his thoughts before he’s killed).
“Your mom?” he asks Adam.
“No. A friend. He, he was asking if there was any truth with what happened. I had to take the call,” he looks away and fiddles with his phone.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. In that case we’ve been really big stupid jerks.”
“He isn’t my boyfriend. He’s just a very good friend. He just deserves to know the truth. I know we didn’t really do anything bad but I didn’t want him to think any less of me.”
“You’re willing to do that for someone who’s just a friend. Wow, that’s amazing,” Johnny squeezed Adam’s shoulder.
“Some things, some people, are worth the sacrifice of admitting wrong and owning up to self-fault. He taught me that. And I intend to honor that trust in me by being truthful always,” Adam smiles, a small wistful smile.
“I would’ve pegged for more drama than that. I guess all that glitter is deceptive. So what exactly did you say? The truth?” When Adam doesn’t say anything, Johnny realizes that this is a whole different kind of drama, if he was willing to tell someone the absolute truth but then have to lie to everyone else.
A media plan is soon drawn up. Adam will say that nothing happened and that he was just seen leaving with a friend and Johnny will play coy and ask that people ease up and pray for him to do well in his last competition ever.
The charity skating show is about to start and both Johnny and Adam have said the exact same answer for weeks now. Johnny looks around the arena for Adam to go through the end one more time where Johnny has to actually go on stage and leave the ice.
He sees Adam wave at someone. Short, brunette, equally famous. The guy is with a perky, cute, blonde girl and they look very much together.
Adam smiles and hugs them both, the guy face planting against Adam’s chest. There is love there between the two. But Adam, blessed Adam, pulls away, keeps a little distance.
Johnny sees it for what it is. Sacrifice.
Another kind of drama that he has too much experience with.
He sucks in a breath, throwing his pride out the door, and dials Evan’s number.
“I’m really sorry. It didn’t happen that way.”