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omg. what is my life? okay people this contains porn. or at least pornish elements. there are boys having sex with each other under here. and they are real life boys as well. please only click on the link if none of those earlier sentences offend you. thank you for your time.
slightly inspired by my earlier fic for brynn__. This one one is for romanshoes who asked for fic of her creepily taking notes during Johnny Weir/Stéphane Lambiel sexy times.
This was written on the fly and is my first attempt at porn. duckybusiness08 was kind enough to correct a few glaring grammar errors, but all mistakes are mine mine mine. Also, this is so so SO fiction.
Johnny was tied to the headboard, biting his lips to keep from crying out. Stéphane's hands seemed to be everywhere at once - his chest, his stomach, the inside of his thighs. Every well-placed thrust sent his eyes rolling further and further back in his head. He was flying, close to splintering apart when he heard it.
A faint scratching noise.
And it seemed to be speeding up.
Stéphane had given no indication of hearing anything out of the ordinary, still moving inside of him at a punishing pace and ghosting his hands over Johnny's body. He put it out of his mind, turning himself over to the sensations when there was a quiet clinking noise and a muffled curse.
Stéphane's hips faltered as their eyes met.
Across the room, a light came on.
As one, they turned to look at the arm chair in the corner.
"Oh don't mind me. I just dropped my pen. Found it though, so no worries."
The look on Stéphane's face was so hilarious that Johnny almost laughed. Almost.
"What the fuck? Who are you? How did you get in here?" Honestly, at this point it was just impressive that Steph was still speaking in English.
"I'm Chloe. I'm doing research. Just keep doing what you were doing. I won't bother you again."
"Oh God! Leave!"
"Would you be more comfortable if I were somewhere less visible? I can go in the closet."
"We are not putting on a show for your enjoyment. Get the fuck out of here. Go watch some porn."
"Um, as I believe I mentioned earlier this is for research. I am a writer, and I need to be able to observe my subjects in their own environment. Do you think I enjoy looking at penis? Please."
Stéphane's sputtering outrage was a thing of beauty, but Johnny thought maybe it was time to intervene. He wouldn't want it to come to blows. He was still tied to the bed. It was much more difficult to dodge stray elbows that way. He'd knew that from experience. "You write about us? Steph and I? Or skaters in general?"
"Both."
"What sort of things do you say about us?"
"I mention how great your skin is. I'm glad to have confirmation that it is that good everywhere. Plus you really do have the best eyelashes."
"Johnny..."
"Stéphane, whining is not attractive. I like your shoes, by the way."
Johnny preemptively cut off Steph's objections by clenching firmly around his cock. Stéphane gasped. Johnny's grin was lightening fast and not at all reassuring. He started moving again. Slowly. Not enough to spook Stéph, but just enough to remind him how good it felt.
"Will you make Evan dumb as a box of hair in your next one?"
"Naturally."
"And mention the eyelashes?"
"I always do."
"Make sure you leave a note where I can find it when you finish it. The closet's the best place. The angle is better. Leave the door open so you get enough light to see your notes."
As the thumping of Chloe moving the armchair into the closet settled down, Johnny looked up at Stéphane. Oh, wow. That was a whole different level of pissed than he had ever experienced before. He hoped his ass could take it. He couldn't wait to find out.
Yeah, this is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done tbh.
slightly inspired by my earlier fic for brynn__. This one one is for romanshoes who asked for fic of her creepily taking notes during Johnny Weir/Stéphane Lambiel sexy times.
This was written on the fly and is my first attempt at porn. duckybusiness08 was kind enough to correct a few glaring grammar errors, but all mistakes are mine mine mine. Also, this is so so SO fiction.
Johnny was tied to the headboard, biting his lips to keep from crying out. Stéphane's hands seemed to be everywhere at once - his chest, his stomach, the inside of his thighs. Every well-placed thrust sent his eyes rolling further and further back in his head. He was flying, close to splintering apart when he heard it.
A faint scratching noise.
And it seemed to be speeding up.
Stéphane had given no indication of hearing anything out of the ordinary, still moving inside of him at a punishing pace and ghosting his hands over Johnny's body. He put it out of his mind, turning himself over to the sensations when there was a quiet clinking noise and a muffled curse.
Stéphane's hips faltered as their eyes met.
Across the room, a light came on.
As one, they turned to look at the arm chair in the corner.
"Oh don't mind me. I just dropped my pen. Found it though, so no worries."
The look on Stéphane's face was so hilarious that Johnny almost laughed. Almost.
"What the fuck? Who are you? How did you get in here?" Honestly, at this point it was just impressive that Steph was still speaking in English.
"I'm Chloe. I'm doing research. Just keep doing what you were doing. I won't bother you again."
"Oh God! Leave!"
"Would you be more comfortable if I were somewhere less visible? I can go in the closet."
"We are not putting on a show for your enjoyment. Get the fuck out of here. Go watch some porn."
"Um, as I believe I mentioned earlier this is for research. I am a writer, and I need to be able to observe my subjects in their own environment. Do you think I enjoy looking at penis? Please."
Stéphane's sputtering outrage was a thing of beauty, but Johnny thought maybe it was time to intervene. He wouldn't want it to come to blows. He was still tied to the bed. It was much more difficult to dodge stray elbows that way. He'd knew that from experience. "You write about us? Steph and I? Or skaters in general?"
"Both."
"What sort of things do you say about us?"
"I mention how great your skin is. I'm glad to have confirmation that it is that good everywhere. Plus you really do have the best eyelashes."
"Johnny..."
"Stéphane, whining is not attractive. I like your shoes, by the way."
Johnny preemptively cut off Steph's objections by clenching firmly around his cock. Stéphane gasped. Johnny's grin was lightening fast and not at all reassuring. He started moving again. Slowly. Not enough to spook Stéph, but just enough to remind him how good it felt.
"Will you make Evan dumb as a box of hair in your next one?"
"Naturally."
"And mention the eyelashes?"
"I always do."
"Make sure you leave a note where I can find it when you finish it. The closet's the best place. The angle is better. Leave the door open so you get enough light to see your notes."
As the thumping of Chloe moving the armchair into the closet settled down, Johnny looked up at Stéphane. Oh, wow. That was a whole different level of pissed than he had ever experienced before. He hoped his ass could take it. He couldn't wait to find out.
Yeah, this is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done tbh.