I can't love you this much
The shirt Johnny's wearing is familiar; pima cotton and v-necked, like all his other shirts. But it's just the tiniest bit too large for him, and there's a hole in the hem next to his right hip.
Jeffrey knows that shirt, he thinks as he sips his coffee from across the green room for Stars on Ice Canada. He watches as Evan approaches Johnny tentatively from behind, asking awkwardly if he can sit down because there are clearly no other tables. He also watches Johnny's eyes soften when he realizes it's Evan that's asking him, and watches him suppress a smile as he nods and Evan sits.
Jeff watches as they make almost perfectly forced small talk and as Evan's spider legs stretch slowly under the table to brush Johnny's primly crossed ones. They laugh, and Jeff clears his throat, taking another drink of coffee.
---
Johnny's wearing Jeff's shirt.
It was a total accident-- Evan had only brought it with him so he could give it back to Jeff and maybe apologize for how he'd acted or something, but then Johnny had come out of nowhere with his hair and green eyes and ass that Evan always had a taste for-- and, well, he needed a shirt and rifled through Evan's stuff before he could get his head together enough to stop him and grabbed Jeff's shirt. Evan hadn't even noticed until they gotten to breakfast, and now it's too late.
He can see Jeffrey staring at them from across the room, and it's a little terrifying.
You have got to stop staring at me like that Johnny sends him in a text message, smiling slyly at his eggs.
i'm not. jeffs been looking at us for 20 mins. u have his shirt.
what? no I don't! this is yours!
no. it's his.
Johnny looks up, angry and shocked, from his phone and promptly gets up and slams out of the room. Oh well, Evan thinks as he follows, at least that's not anything different than usual.
---
"You let me take his shirt?" Johnny shouts, tearing down the hallway to his own room, more humiliated than anything. How stupid he'd been to get involved with Evan again, even after all these years. He'd known Evan and Jeff had a tryst, but Adam told him it was over. If it was over, why did Evan still have Jeff's shirt?
"I was going to give it back to him, he left it in my room the last time we-" Evan breaks off as Johnny stands to face him, the shirt torn off once they'd made it to Johnny's room.
"The last time you fucked?" The words make Evan wince, and Johnny laughs.
"Oh yeah, Lysacek, don't even pretend to think you're discreet. Because you're not. Everyone knows about it. Everyone with eyes, at least."
Evan watches as Johnny finds a different shirt and puts it on, throwing the other one back in Evan's face.
"Hope your boyfriend appreciates the gesture," Johnny snarls, pushing Evan toward the door.
"He's-"
"I don't care. Have a nice day in practice. Hope it doesn't hurt too much when you fall."
The door slams in Evan's face before he can say anything else. He stands outside of it, sighs and crumples the shirt in his hand. Stupid thing.
---
He throws it down in front of Jeff in the locker room later, any apology he'd been planning long gone from his mind. Jeff takes the shirt and folds it carefully, putting it in his bag.
"I can't believe you let him wear my favorite shirt," he says in an offhand way, and Evan sighs angrily.
"Well, I can't believe you fucked Stephane, so I guess we're even," Evan says as he leaves the room.
"Technically I didn't fuck him," Jeff murmurs to himself, tying his skates up.
---
Evan knocks on Johnny's door after everyone's gone to bed, resting against the frame. He's tired from practice and from falling on his jumps, but he knows that Johnny's had it worse today.
"What?" Johnny says, opening the door. Most of the venom is gone, like Evan guessed. Falling on 8 out of 10 quad attempts could do that to a person.
"I'm just here to apologize," Evan says. "And maybe explain? Or at least make you feel better. I saw you fall. I have wine."
Johnny looks him up and down, assessing, and puts a hand on his cocked hip.
"What kind?" he asks, widening the door. Evan grins.
---
"Oh my god," Johnny moans, making an embarrassingly high pitched noise. Evan's on top of him, using his ridiculously large hands on his back and leg muscles, and even a little on his ass and it feels like heaven.
"How can you even do this? How are you even real?" Johnny shudders as Evan's hands pass over his lower back again, a place that's been bothering him all day.
"I don't know. Just using the gifts that God gave me," Evan says as he presses his thumbs into Johnny's spine, right in between his shoulder blades. Johnny whimpers again, and Evan rolls off.
"You're welcome," he says as Johnny rolls over and on top of him.
"Thank you," Johnny murmurs back and then presses their mouths together.
---
Johnny is hot.
He's always been hot like, good looking and stuff, but right now, on top of Evan, struggling to get their pants off and desperate for Evan's mouth, he's hot. So hot that his skin almost burns Evan's when they touch. His hand tangles in the back of Johnny's hair and pulls so they stop kissing long enough for Johnny to push their pants down and press himself against Evan, making him shudder. Evan's hand slides down Johnny's back and over his ass, squeezing and pulling their hips together, eliciting a moan from Johnny that makes Evan's blood boil.
So, so hot.
He flips them over, so Johnny's writhing under him, scratching his back and hooking his leg over Evan's so they can grind together. Evan buries his face in Johnny's neck, kissing and biting as they move and he brings one large hand down to wrap around both of them and his vision whites out.
Vaguely he can hear Johnny making that high pitched noise again, but it stops and they both lay on the bed and breathe.
---
Evan cleans them both off, carrying Johnny into the shower, even though he's kicking the whole way until he's put down. Evan doesn't care. He stands under the stream with Johnny close to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, face pressed into his hair.
Johnny makes them get out before his skin gets pruney.
---
They tumble into bed, Johnny snuggling under the covers and Evan kind of awkwardly on the side of the bed. He could go back to his own room. In fact, he probably should, but Johnny's bed is so warm and he's tired of his empty bed and empty room and empty life.
So, he stays, laying quietly on his own side of the bed until Johnny rolls over, throws his arm across his stomach and sighs into his chest. Evan brings his hand up to his hair, running his fingers through it until Johnny falls asleep, and then he can too.