fashion disaster
Evan poses with Zac for the hundreds of cameras outside of Vera's show. As far as the world knows, fashion isn't really his thing, but Evan's always had an affinity for looking nice. And Vera's made him his muse lately, and if it means he gets to hang out with a bunch of models and have clothes made that were specifically inspired by him, well then he's not going to complain, is he?
He does get tired of posing for the cameras, though, and tugs on Zac's arm to take him inside. He went to Zac's show the night before and loved it. He loved the bold colors and how it was basically a throwback to the sixties and seventies and Evan just wanted to live in Zac's clothes forever. Or, you know, he wanted his girlfriend to. In any case, he's excited for Vera's show, because even though he's already seen most of it, the show itself is always an experience. And Evan never minds when women with nice legs parade around in front of him.
He manages to pull Zac into the show and away from the cameras, finding their seats quickly-- front row, since being friends with the designer has major perks-- and sits down, waiting for the show to start. Zac's to his left, and there's an empty seat to his right that he doesn't really notice until someone vaguely familiar plops down next to him.
"Wow, I didn't know mongooses could see anything over their huge noses, much less appreciate fashion," the man next to him says, and Evan stills.
"Aren't you a little old for the mongoose joke, Johnny?" he bites back, and Johnny turns to look at him, lowering his glasses and looking at him in the way Evan has grown to hate over the years.
"Aren't you a little too closeted for this sort of thing, Lysacek?" Johnny spits, taking off the glasses and putting them in his giant Balenciaga bag.
"Vera invited me, and I'd hate to disappoint my friends by missing their shows," Evan says stiffly. He's heard about how Johnny had missed Chris Benz's show, some lame excuse about customs or something and whatever, Evan would never do that to Vera.
"How much are they paying you to be here? Why aren't you at Ralph Lauren's show? Lord knows you two deserve each other."
"Whatever, Johnny, just don't ruin this for me. Just because you're determined to ruin my life doesn't mean you should upset Vera in the process."
"Why would I do that?" he asks with a flip of his hand. "She invited me, too."
Evan thinks that maybe the universe is out to get him. But then he realizes that it's probably just Vera Wang instead. He doesn't speak again until the show starts, and even then it's just mumbling to himself, and scribbling little notes in a notebook he's brought along. He forgets Johnny's even there until Johnny says,
"You know, I never thought about it that way."
Evan looks up and blinks, glancing down at the note he's just written about a blue dress.
good draping, reminds me of greek chorus, like a chiton, remember to tell V it was fave.
He feels a blush start on his cheeks and then looks out to the runway again, realizing he's missed the rest of the show. He makes a sort of disappointed noise, and can't help but notice that Johnny is still looking at him strangely.
"What?" he asks, standing.
"Nothing," Johnny shrugs, standing as well. He's taller than usual, and Evan glances at his feet. Heels. Of course.
Except they're really nice heels, and the pants Johnny's wearing make his ass look great and he's obviously been putting on a little more weight in his year off, and he looks good.
And wait- Did Evan just think that Johnny Weir looks good? It's not really a secret that he'll make out with a guy from time to time, but this is Johnny Weir and they hate each other and that's just weird.
"Why do you keep staring?" Johnny asks finally, and Evan realizes that he's totally been staring at Johnny's legs for like, five minutes.
"Sorry," he mumbles, embarrassed. "Zoned out." Johnny just gives him a sort of appraising look before shrugging.
Zac tugs on his arm, pulling him away and backstage with the models and designer.
--
They end up at the same party that night, and Evan hasn't had this much to drink in a long time. He'd learned a hard lesson with gin long ago, but that doesn't stop him from drinking three glasses in two hours. Someone's switched him to water, though-- probably Vera or Zac who have experienced this firsthand-- but he's still pretty drunk. He spots Johnny over by the bar and sidles up to him, leaning heavily next to him.
"Hello sir," he says, lifting his glass in greeting and Johnny's eyes widen.
"Who let you out of your cage?" Johnny asks, and then sniffs the air around him, grimacing. "Is that- Are you drinking gin?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, I just want to know if I should leave before something terrible happens. We don't want a repeat of last time," Johnny reminds him and Evan shrugs.
"It was only the table cloth that caught on fire. And I paid for it. Everything was fine," he waves a hand, nearly hitting Johnny in the face.
"Yeah, whatever you say, Evan," Johnny says, downing the rest of his drink. "Well, it was wonderful talking to you-" he tries to walk away, but Evan reaches out and grabs him, his grip surprisingly firm for someone as inebriated as he is.
"Stay with me," Evan says, suddenly sober and staring at Johnny. It makes Johnny uncomfortable, because Evan hasn't looked at him like that in a long time and he twists his arm, trying to free it from Evan's giant hands.
"No," he says, struggling, "Let go of me."
"Just one drink," Evan pleads, and Johnny can't say no to that.
--
One drink turns into three, and soon, Johnny's just as smashed as Evan is and they're sort of leaning against each other as Johnny escorts Evan back to his hotel room. He doesn't want the poor man to get lost in his inebriated state, and after a lot of wandering down deserted hallways they finally end up at Evan's hotel room door, and Evan's scrambling for his key. Johnny stands awkwardly, well, sways awkwardly, leaning a little on the door frame. Evan gets the door open and smiles, triumphant. He turns to Johnny, who loses his balance and falls forward, into Evan's chest.
Evan's warm, solid chest, and maybe Johnny melts into it a little.
"Hello," Evan slurs a little, smiling down at him, and Johnny-- to this day, he has no idea what made him do it-- leans up to press his mouth to Evan's, hands curling in his shirt. Evan's hands move to Johnny's hair, stroking through it before dragging Johnny into the room. He kisses Johnny again, closing the door by pressing him against it, hands already under Johnny's thighs.
Johnny wraps his legs around Evan's waist and kisses him like he's drowning, trying desperately to breathe in the carbon dioxide that Evan's exhaling into his mouth, but he can't remember that it's bad for him. He gasps when Evan's mouth moves down his neck, kissing at a spot that makes him melt, and he can't tell if Evan remembers from all those years ago or if he just got lucky. He retaliates by digging his nails into the back of Evan's neck, because he knows Evan loves that and it gets him a thrust of hips, which makes him moan.
"Bed, Evan, bed," Johnny whispers, tugging on Evan's hair and kissing him again. Evan obliges, pulling away from the door and dropping Johnny on the bed, climbing after him, working his way in between his legs. Johnny takes off his own jacket and then pushes Evan's off his shoulders, trying to kiss him and shove the fabric away at the same time. Evan's fingers brush the exposed strip of skin on Johnny's stomach and he shivers, gasping. Evan grins, pushing the shirt off easily before pulling his own off. Johnny stretches out on the mattress as Evan kisses down his chest, back arching as Evan's teeth scrape over his nipple and he makes a broken noise.
"Tell me what you want, Johnny," Evan mumbles, hands pulling roughly on the waistband of Johnny's jeans before unbuttoning them, sliding his hand in. Johnny's brain short circuits as Evan moves his hand, slow and tight around Johnny's cock, making him shudder. He thumbs the tip slowly, pressing his nail into the slit, watching Johnny gasp and arch under him.
Since Johnny doesn't answer, Evan just bends down over him, kissing his stomach, his thighs, before pulling his tiny briefs down to take him into his mouth. Johnny moans, hips thrusting into the warm heat, but Evan's hands are there to keep them still as he moves his head and tongue, bringing Johnny to an incoherent edge before pulling off, kissing up his chest again.
"Are you going to answer my question?" he whispers in Johnny's ear, biting at the shell. Johnny shivers, and it takes a minute before he can think. (Evan's hand still on him, smearing the pre-come around the head really isn't helping.)
"F-fuck me," Johnny manages, and Evan makes a noise that he can't really interpret, but he's leaning over to rifle through a drawer and comes back with lube and a condom and Johnny shudders in anticipation. (Just because he's taking a year off doesn't mean he's been doing things like this every night. It's been awhile, okay?)
Evan pushes a finger inside of him, opening him up and Johnny's body betrays him slightly by taking his finger deep within a few moments, and his eyes close tightly as Evan crooks his finger and Johnny's mouth falls open silently because how did he find that so fast. Evan slips another one in to join the first, scissoring and stretching and making sure he wants it bad before he pulls away to roll on the condom and lube himself up.
He moves Johnny's legs as he pushes in, pressing them against their chests, trapped between them as he thrusts hard at the angle he knows Johnny needs. Before long Johnny can't even match his rhythm anymore, he just shudders and gasps as Evan hits that spot, but he's not going fast enough and seems to know it.
"Come on, Evan," he moans, clawing at his shoulders, and Evan speeds up, moving desperately against him until Johnny breaks, tightening and shuddering and gasping as Evan drives him through it and follows a few moments after, rolling away when he's done.
He gets up to go into the bathroom and when he comes back out, Johnny's left, gone without a goodbye, and Evan doesn't really know why he expected any different.