Fic: "Unfortunately, I Don't Fuck Losers" (Evan/Johnny, Johnny/Adam, Adam/Stephen ETC.)
There is other fic, more serious fic, coming up later (I don't know how much later). But this idea has been tickling my mind for days and so I sat down and wrote it. It's silly, it's cracky, but I enjoyed myself. Oh and - the fashion mafia makes an appearance! ;)
Title: Unfortunately, I Don't Fuck Losers
Pairing: Many? :D Evan Lysacek/Johnny Weir, Johnny Weir/Adam Rippon, Charlie White/Jeremy Abbott, Stephen Carriere/Adam Rippon, Caroline Zhang/Mirai Nagasu and even a bit of Tanith Belbin/Meryl Davis if you can read between the lines.
Rating: PG-13, for language
Word count: 2,759
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The events described in the story are not real. Not intended as libel, no money is being made.
Summary: Whoever said that 'spin the bottle' was a game for kids had never met Adam Rippon.
A/N: I only re-read this after myself once, I'm not even sure if it makes sense to any brain other than mine, but oh, I certainly had fun. :)
The seniors - the older generation of seniors, that is - are skeptic at first, grumbling about juvenile games and more important issues. Adam calls them boring and old and that solves the problem, because there are few things figure skaters hate as much as being boring and old, and they would do almost anything to prove that they're not. The only adjective figure skaters hate even more than that is fat, but Adam doesn't use that one, of course not, because that would be counterproductive - it might make his senior guests reconsider and go for an extra session of sweating at the gym rather than come to his little party.
Adam is proud of himself when all those he invited show up, or at least those who really matter. Having an impressive guest-list is crucial - without the attendance, it would really be just a silly game of spin-the-bottle, worth of a bunch of giggling juniors. This way, however, it is an event.
Evan Lysacek is wearing a scowl as he passes through Adam's door. Johnny Weir is wearing sunglasses, bright blue and Dior as fit for the boss of fashion mafia. He flashes a brilliant smile and pecks Adam on both cheeks - he's clearly been spending too much time with the Russians again. Not that Adam minds - he's all for picking up interesting foreign customs, especially if they involve pleasant physical contact. Adam loves that Johnny's there, because no party is as glamorous without him. Also, Johnny brings Tanith Belbin - she may not be skating, but she is in Cleveland to support her boyfriend… Adam decides not to dwell on the fact that she did not arrive to his party holding hands with said boyfriend. He's never understood the tactics in ice dance very much, anyway, and Tanith is laughing and beautiful and tugging an equally laughing and beautiful Meryl and Charlie behind her, and he'd rather hold hands with Johnny than with Evan, too.
Overall, this is turning out better than he expected and it might bring him the title of best party host a year earlier than he hoped. Adam wants that. He is glad he didn't listen to Stephen's warnings about playing games and partying with people he doesn't know very well. Stephen was just jealous, anyway.
Jeremy Abbott is beaming and slightly drunk when he stumbles in, his medal still dangling around his neck. Adam confiscates it, assuring Jeremy he'll give it back at the end of the night. He doesn't want trouble at his party and while he knows that Johnny, at least, is not a sore loser, rubbing the gold into his face might be a bit too much.
When everyone is present, seated on various surfaces around the room in an approximation of a circle and provided with drinks, ranging from vitamin water to vodka (depending on the age and - mainly - the level of corruption), Adam explains the rules and whips out another bottle, this one empty, placing it in the middle of the circle. He then plops down between Johnny and Tanith - there are certain advantages to being a host and picking exactly where he wants to sit is one of them.
He also gets the first spin and when the bottle's neck points at Caroline, he decides to give it an easy start and commands her to kiss Mirai - he doesn't want any complaints in the first round and he knows that there won't be any this way, because Caroline and Mirai have been BFFs for quite a while now and everyone knows that being BFFs includes kissing practice. They do exactly as they're told and okay, there is no tongue, but it's only the first round and they've only been drinking non-alc so far.
"Aww," says Tanith and she and Meryl burst out in giggles that Mirai and Caroline chime in on as soon as their lips come apart. Adam very nearly rolls his eyes, as do several of the other men in the circle - maybe he should have made it a men-only night, after all. Though, of course, Tanith and Meryl's reaction make Adam curious. He glances at Evan to see what he thinks about that, but Evan's face is unchanged, the frown still there while he toys with the charms on his necklace.
Adam decides that maybe he shouldn't have been so nice to her when Caroline's spin leads to Johnny kissing Tanith right in front of Adam's nose - evil little traitor, he thinks, it's not like Caroline doesn't know about his crush.
Tanith makes Jeremy kiss Charlie and the kiss goes on until Ryan Bradley bursts out laughing:
"Get a room," he shakes his head, then laughs some more when Jeremy blushes bright crimson and punches his shoulder when he returns to his place beside him.
Charlie is chuckling and Meryl pats his thigh, whispering something conspirational into his ear with a spark in her eyes.
The first person to grumble is Steven and well, Adam doesn't blame him, he wouldn't fancy kissing Evan either. It's no more than a peck, though, before Evan pulls back, lips in a thin tight line. Adam is wondering whether it was a good idea to invite him at all when he catches the evil look Stephen is giving him - what?! he mouths at Stephen. It's not like this is any of his fault and Stephen did not have to come, either, he could have stayed in his room playing Scrabble with… well, Adam isn't sure with whom, because everyone he and Stephen usually hang out with is here.
It's Caitlin who finally takes mercy on Adam, sweet little Caitlin; Adam has to remember to thank her later. Adam's heart nearly trips itself when Johnny leans over, smelling lovely and looking lovelier and Adam's about to close his eyes and just enjoy when he realizes that Johnny's still wearing his sunglasses.
"Aren't you going to take these off?" he asks, because he doesn't want anything to get in the way. Fashion is fashion, but certainly there are more important things in life, like making out and looking into one another's eyes while their tongues tangle and…
"No?" Johnny snorts, as if Adam had asked something completely ridiculous. When Adam raises an eyebrow, he adds: "Or did you see Sarah Michelle Gellar take hers off when she kissed the little girl?"
Adam gasps, utterly shocked and offended. He hears Evan crack up into the silence and he wants to whip his head around to glare, no, in fact he wants to get up and strut away, but Johnny chooses that moment to clasp their lips together, a soft vodka-flavored kiss with just a hint of tongue, and oh, maybe he could wait with the strutting away for a bit and see how this develops, because didn't Sarah Michelle drop her shades at some point, too? Then it's over, but it takes Adam's brain a moment to catch up and he blushes when he realizes that he's still leaning forward, lips open, into empty space.
Johnny's wearing an amused smirk on his face as he tugs at one of Adam's curls playfully, leaning back against the armchair behind him. Adam hates him. Evan is still laughing and Adam hates him, too; he shouldn't have invited them old folks in the first place, with their medals and quads and thinking that they're still better.
He grinds his teeth and gives the bottle a ferocious spin, crossing his fingers for an opportunity to take revenge. And maybe the higher powers of the universe are on his side for once because when the bottle comes to a halt, its neck is pointed at Evan.
Adam smiles evilly. "Well, let's see if you can do better," he mutters and orders Evan to kiss Johnny, eliciting gasps from almost everyone in the room. Everyone knows that Evan and Johnny have been on the war path for the past two or three years, that they have barely spoken a word to each other at competitions, that they can't stand each other's gut. The game is a free for all, of course, but Adam doesn't think anyone in their right mind would have thought of making these two interact in any way. But Adam is mad and it serves them right; revenge will be sweet.
"I don't think that's - " Evan breaks the shocked silence, voice low and raspy. He's looking utterly uncomfortable; Adam very nearly rubs his hands in glee. He's about to remind Evan of the rules, but Tanith speaks up instead:
"It's okay, Ev," she says, waving her hand. When Evan gives her an in uncertain glance, followed by one in Johnny's direction, she shrugs: "It's not like I don't know."
Evan gasps and well, Adam kind of expected it after hearing Tanith's admission, which could only mean one thing, after all. It would take a lot of stupidity - or infatuation - not to notice that the man you're dating is, in fact, gay. And Tanith is neither stupid nor infatuated, or so Adam believes, which means that her relationship with Evan must have been an arrangement rather than anything else. He loves this; he bets Evan never expected to be outed in this manner.
But then he notes that Johnny is blinking, too, staring at Tanith with his mouth slightly ajar, and that is weird. Adam wouldn't have expected Johnny to be shocked by a revelation of this kind - in fact, he would have expected him to know already, what with being friends with Tanith and hearing about her woes…
"What?" Evan finally breathes, "How'd you - "And he turns his head to glare at Johnny.
Johnny raises both hands in defense, palms to the front, meeting Evan's accusing look defiantly. "I swear I did not - " he starts, but Tanith interrupts once again:
"Sasha told me," she sighs and Adam suddenly doesn't get this anymore, and it's getting kind of annoying to feel completely out of the loop. He clears his throat:
"We have a game going on, in case you forgot," he says. "Evan?"
Evan's eyes flicker from Tanith to Johnny, then back to Tanith once again before he finally settles on Johnny, who gives a shrug. "Oh well," he says. Adam could swear there is an amused note to his voice now, suddenly, the corner of his lip curling up. It doesn't make any sense.
Evan draws himself up onto his knees and shuffles across the circle, then sits back onto his heels right in front of Johnny. Johnny straightens up and - to Adam's indignation - takes the sunglasses off, resting them on top of his head. He cranes his neck forward and lets Evan cup his face, then draw him into a kiss, fitting his lips easily against Evan's.
There is a new round of gasps and everyone is staring, including Adam, when the kiss doesn't stop at the mere peck they all expected. Johnny's lips fall open and his tongue darts out so Evan can suck it into his own mouth. Evan slides one hand to Johnny's nape to pull him closer and his fingertips tangle in the soft hair there as if he'd done this before, as if he knew exactly how to touch and where. And he probably does, Adam realizes with a start when Johnny makes a small sound, grabbing a fistful of Evan's hair in return.
"Wow," somebody breathes and Adam can't help but agree, because hell, this kiss is worth five national titles, three World bronzes and a rivalry that has made US figure skating interesting for the first time since the Kneewhack. It's unreal. And hot. Then he remembers that this was supposed to be his vendetta, not… a gayed up version of the Evan & Johnny show.
"I think that's enough," he snaps, fuming, because he just allowed himself get completely distracted for the second time already. Johnny shouldn't be allowed to do that. For a moment, he wonders if the two heard him at all and if he's gonna have to pry them apart, but then Johnny smiles into Evan's mouth and untangles himself.
"I think so, too," he says as he turns to Adam, that serene smile still sticking to his face. His eyes are glowing and Adam can't help but marvel; he's never seen Johnny like this. It's beautiful. "I think we should go," he adds and moves to stand up, pulling the sunglasses back down onto his face. It's probably for the better, Adam realizes - the glow was fucking blinding.
"And where are you going?" Adam demands when Johnny heads to the door, with Evan standing up and trailing behind, too close behind for someone who's supposed to be Johnny's nemesis. It's a petty question, of course, because it's none of Adam's business, but damn, this is not fair.
"To get a room," Johnny quips, then narrows his eyes. "You know I like you, kids," he says, looking at Adam in particular, but making sure to include Caroline and Mirai who have their hands clasped over their mouths to still the giggles. "But if anyone of you as much as breathes a word of this to - oh, anyone…" he lets his voice trail off menacingly, clearly intent to leave it at that. But then an amused yelp slips out of Caroline's mouth. Johnny glares at her until she cowers, then sweeps his gaze across the room. "A word… and you can forget your pretty costumes," he warns. "Forever."
"He means it," Evan adds with a solemn nod. "You remember Skate America, Adam?" he says, gesturing to indicate the puffy sleeves and the corset. Adam does remember, of course; he doesn't know what Evan had done to deserve that, but he knows he never wants the same thing to happen to his costumes.
Then both men turn around and walk towards the door. "How did Sasha know?" Adam hears Evan ask, but Johnny's response is reduced to a sigh and "She saw - " and then the door closes behind them. Adam curses under his breath, because this means no star attendance, no party, and no gossip.
After a moment of awkward silence, Charlie White stands up, or rather Meryl pokes him with her finger until he does, and says: "I'll get going, too. I should go back to my room. To sleep," he says, rather obvious with the looks he shoots in Jeremy's direction. Jeremy scampers off some two minutes later, nearly abandoning his medal in the hurry. Adam thinks that maybe he should have kept it for himself, as a consolation.
The rest of the guests scatter rather quickly, too, or almost all the rest. Caitlin kisses his cheek apologetically, which Adam appreciates, and he forces a smile and tries to be nice to her - it wasn't her fault, after all. Those who don't scatter - namely Caroline and Mirai, still giggling and dying to talk to Adam, fag hag wannabes that they are - get shooed away by force.
Stephen is still sitting where he sat all evening, though, on the corner of Adam's bed. Adam doesn't shoo him away. Stephen is not a guest, after all. Stephen is Adam's lifeline, as always. Adam has a feeling he might need a hand, or a shoulder.
"Well, that… didn't go too well," Adam sighs and plumps down beside Stephen, pouting.
"No," Stephen agrees, glancing at Adam out of the corner of his eye with a quirked eyebrow.
"Okay, okay," Adam throws his arms up. "That fucking sucked. And you were right, of course, as always." He sighs. He wants to cry.
"Yes," Stephen says. At least he's not rubbing it in Adam's face; Adam is thankful for that.
"It's not fair," he sniffs and drops his head onto Stephen's shoulder. "Everyone has someone. Just I don't."
"You can have -" Stephen starts quietly, but Adam's not listening.
"Even Evan - god, Evan and Johnny, would you believe that?!"
"Well," Stephen says and wraps an arm around Adam's waist. It's nice. Warm. "They're the same… league, I guess. They've known each other for years, grew up together -"
"But so have we!" Adam counters, frustrated. Then he realizes something. "Wait. Wait," he says and lifts his head from Stephen's shoulder to look at Stephen, blinking. "What did you just -"
Stephen kisses him then, closing his lips over Adam's open mouth, a little clumsy and a little messy and a little perfect, too. He loves this, Adam decides, when Stephen's tongue finds its way inside his mouth. He's never been a fan of Sarah Michelle Gellar, anyway.
~fin
** The scene with Sarah Michelle Gellar I was referring to:
Title: Unfortunately, I Don't Fuck Losers
Pairing: Many? :D Evan Lysacek/Johnny Weir, Johnny Weir/Adam Rippon, Charlie White/Jeremy Abbott, Stephen Carriere/Adam Rippon, Caroline Zhang/Mirai Nagasu and even a bit of Tanith Belbin/Meryl Davis if you can read between the lines.
Rating: PG-13, for language
Word count: 2,759
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The events described in the story are not real. Not intended as libel, no money is being made.
Summary: Whoever said that 'spin the bottle' was a game for kids had never met Adam Rippon.
A/N: I only re-read this after myself once, I'm not even sure if it makes sense to any brain other than mine, but oh, I certainly had fun. :)
The seniors - the older generation of seniors, that is - are skeptic at first, grumbling about juvenile games and more important issues. Adam calls them boring and old and that solves the problem, because there are few things figure skaters hate as much as being boring and old, and they would do almost anything to prove that they're not. The only adjective figure skaters hate even more than that is fat, but Adam doesn't use that one, of course not, because that would be counterproductive - it might make his senior guests reconsider and go for an extra session of sweating at the gym rather than come to his little party.
Adam is proud of himself when all those he invited show up, or at least those who really matter. Having an impressive guest-list is crucial - without the attendance, it would really be just a silly game of spin-the-bottle, worth of a bunch of giggling juniors. This way, however, it is an event.
Evan Lysacek is wearing a scowl as he passes through Adam's door. Johnny Weir is wearing sunglasses, bright blue and Dior as fit for the boss of fashion mafia. He flashes a brilliant smile and pecks Adam on both cheeks - he's clearly been spending too much time with the Russians again. Not that Adam minds - he's all for picking up interesting foreign customs, especially if they involve pleasant physical contact. Adam loves that Johnny's there, because no party is as glamorous without him. Also, Johnny brings Tanith Belbin - she may not be skating, but she is in Cleveland to support her boyfriend… Adam decides not to dwell on the fact that she did not arrive to his party holding hands with said boyfriend. He's never understood the tactics in ice dance very much, anyway, and Tanith is laughing and beautiful and tugging an equally laughing and beautiful Meryl and Charlie behind her, and he'd rather hold hands with Johnny than with Evan, too.
Overall, this is turning out better than he expected and it might bring him the title of best party host a year earlier than he hoped. Adam wants that. He is glad he didn't listen to Stephen's warnings about playing games and partying with people he doesn't know very well. Stephen was just jealous, anyway.
Jeremy Abbott is beaming and slightly drunk when he stumbles in, his medal still dangling around his neck. Adam confiscates it, assuring Jeremy he'll give it back at the end of the night. He doesn't want trouble at his party and while he knows that Johnny, at least, is not a sore loser, rubbing the gold into his face might be a bit too much.
When everyone is present, seated on various surfaces around the room in an approximation of a circle and provided with drinks, ranging from vitamin water to vodka (depending on the age and - mainly - the level of corruption), Adam explains the rules and whips out another bottle, this one empty, placing it in the middle of the circle. He then plops down between Johnny and Tanith - there are certain advantages to being a host and picking exactly where he wants to sit is one of them.
He also gets the first spin and when the bottle's neck points at Caroline, he decides to give it an easy start and commands her to kiss Mirai - he doesn't want any complaints in the first round and he knows that there won't be any this way, because Caroline and Mirai have been BFFs for quite a while now and everyone knows that being BFFs includes kissing practice. They do exactly as they're told and okay, there is no tongue, but it's only the first round and they've only been drinking non-alc so far.
"Aww," says Tanith and she and Meryl burst out in giggles that Mirai and Caroline chime in on as soon as their lips come apart. Adam very nearly rolls his eyes, as do several of the other men in the circle - maybe he should have made it a men-only night, after all. Though, of course, Tanith and Meryl's reaction make Adam curious. He glances at Evan to see what he thinks about that, but Evan's face is unchanged, the frown still there while he toys with the charms on his necklace.
Adam decides that maybe he shouldn't have been so nice to her when Caroline's spin leads to Johnny kissing Tanith right in front of Adam's nose - evil little traitor, he thinks, it's not like Caroline doesn't know about his crush.
Tanith makes Jeremy kiss Charlie and the kiss goes on until Ryan Bradley bursts out laughing:
"Get a room," he shakes his head, then laughs some more when Jeremy blushes bright crimson and punches his shoulder when he returns to his place beside him.
Charlie is chuckling and Meryl pats his thigh, whispering something conspirational into his ear with a spark in her eyes.
The first person to grumble is Steven and well, Adam doesn't blame him, he wouldn't fancy kissing Evan either. It's no more than a peck, though, before Evan pulls back, lips in a thin tight line. Adam is wondering whether it was a good idea to invite him at all when he catches the evil look Stephen is giving him - what?! he mouths at Stephen. It's not like this is any of his fault and Stephen did not have to come, either, he could have stayed in his room playing Scrabble with… well, Adam isn't sure with whom, because everyone he and Stephen usually hang out with is here.
It's Caitlin who finally takes mercy on Adam, sweet little Caitlin; Adam has to remember to thank her later. Adam's heart nearly trips itself when Johnny leans over, smelling lovely and looking lovelier and Adam's about to close his eyes and just enjoy when he realizes that Johnny's still wearing his sunglasses.
"Aren't you going to take these off?" he asks, because he doesn't want anything to get in the way. Fashion is fashion, but certainly there are more important things in life, like making out and looking into one another's eyes while their tongues tangle and…
"No?" Johnny snorts, as if Adam had asked something completely ridiculous. When Adam raises an eyebrow, he adds: "Or did you see Sarah Michelle Gellar take hers off when she kissed the little girl?"
Adam gasps, utterly shocked and offended. He hears Evan crack up into the silence and he wants to whip his head around to glare, no, in fact he wants to get up and strut away, but Johnny chooses that moment to clasp their lips together, a soft vodka-flavored kiss with just a hint of tongue, and oh, maybe he could wait with the strutting away for a bit and see how this develops, because didn't Sarah Michelle drop her shades at some point, too? Then it's over, but it takes Adam's brain a moment to catch up and he blushes when he realizes that he's still leaning forward, lips open, into empty space.
Johnny's wearing an amused smirk on his face as he tugs at one of Adam's curls playfully, leaning back against the armchair behind him. Adam hates him. Evan is still laughing and Adam hates him, too; he shouldn't have invited them old folks in the first place, with their medals and quads and thinking that they're still better.
He grinds his teeth and gives the bottle a ferocious spin, crossing his fingers for an opportunity to take revenge. And maybe the higher powers of the universe are on his side for once because when the bottle comes to a halt, its neck is pointed at Evan.
Adam smiles evilly. "Well, let's see if you can do better," he mutters and orders Evan to kiss Johnny, eliciting gasps from almost everyone in the room. Everyone knows that Evan and Johnny have been on the war path for the past two or three years, that they have barely spoken a word to each other at competitions, that they can't stand each other's gut. The game is a free for all, of course, but Adam doesn't think anyone in their right mind would have thought of making these two interact in any way. But Adam is mad and it serves them right; revenge will be sweet.
"I don't think that's - " Evan breaks the shocked silence, voice low and raspy. He's looking utterly uncomfortable; Adam very nearly rubs his hands in glee. He's about to remind Evan of the rules, but Tanith speaks up instead:
"It's okay, Ev," she says, waving her hand. When Evan gives her an in uncertain glance, followed by one in Johnny's direction, she shrugs: "It's not like I don't know."
Evan gasps and well, Adam kind of expected it after hearing Tanith's admission, which could only mean one thing, after all. It would take a lot of stupidity - or infatuation - not to notice that the man you're dating is, in fact, gay. And Tanith is neither stupid nor infatuated, or so Adam believes, which means that her relationship with Evan must have been an arrangement rather than anything else. He loves this; he bets Evan never expected to be outed in this manner.
But then he notes that Johnny is blinking, too, staring at Tanith with his mouth slightly ajar, and that is weird. Adam wouldn't have expected Johnny to be shocked by a revelation of this kind - in fact, he would have expected him to know already, what with being friends with Tanith and hearing about her woes…
"What?" Evan finally breathes, "How'd you - "And he turns his head to glare at Johnny.
Johnny raises both hands in defense, palms to the front, meeting Evan's accusing look defiantly. "I swear I did not - " he starts, but Tanith interrupts once again:
"Sasha told me," she sighs and Adam suddenly doesn't get this anymore, and it's getting kind of annoying to feel completely out of the loop. He clears his throat:
"We have a game going on, in case you forgot," he says. "Evan?"
Evan's eyes flicker from Tanith to Johnny, then back to Tanith once again before he finally settles on Johnny, who gives a shrug. "Oh well," he says. Adam could swear there is an amused note to his voice now, suddenly, the corner of his lip curling up. It doesn't make any sense.
Evan draws himself up onto his knees and shuffles across the circle, then sits back onto his heels right in front of Johnny. Johnny straightens up and - to Adam's indignation - takes the sunglasses off, resting them on top of his head. He cranes his neck forward and lets Evan cup his face, then draw him into a kiss, fitting his lips easily against Evan's.
There is a new round of gasps and everyone is staring, including Adam, when the kiss doesn't stop at the mere peck they all expected. Johnny's lips fall open and his tongue darts out so Evan can suck it into his own mouth. Evan slides one hand to Johnny's nape to pull him closer and his fingertips tangle in the soft hair there as if he'd done this before, as if he knew exactly how to touch and where. And he probably does, Adam realizes with a start when Johnny makes a small sound, grabbing a fistful of Evan's hair in return.
"Wow," somebody breathes and Adam can't help but agree, because hell, this kiss is worth five national titles, three World bronzes and a rivalry that has made US figure skating interesting for the first time since the Kneewhack. It's unreal. And hot. Then he remembers that this was supposed to be his vendetta, not… a gayed up version of the Evan & Johnny show.
"I think that's enough," he snaps, fuming, because he just allowed himself get completely distracted for the second time already. Johnny shouldn't be allowed to do that. For a moment, he wonders if the two heard him at all and if he's gonna have to pry them apart, but then Johnny smiles into Evan's mouth and untangles himself.
"I think so, too," he says as he turns to Adam, that serene smile still sticking to his face. His eyes are glowing and Adam can't help but marvel; he's never seen Johnny like this. It's beautiful. "I think we should go," he adds and moves to stand up, pulling the sunglasses back down onto his face. It's probably for the better, Adam realizes - the glow was fucking blinding.
"And where are you going?" Adam demands when Johnny heads to the door, with Evan standing up and trailing behind, too close behind for someone who's supposed to be Johnny's nemesis. It's a petty question, of course, because it's none of Adam's business, but damn, this is not fair.
"To get a room," Johnny quips, then narrows his eyes. "You know I like you, kids," he says, looking at Adam in particular, but making sure to include Caroline and Mirai who have their hands clasped over their mouths to still the giggles. "But if anyone of you as much as breathes a word of this to - oh, anyone…" he lets his voice trail off menacingly, clearly intent to leave it at that. But then an amused yelp slips out of Caroline's mouth. Johnny glares at her until she cowers, then sweeps his gaze across the room. "A word… and you can forget your pretty costumes," he warns. "Forever."
"He means it," Evan adds with a solemn nod. "You remember Skate America, Adam?" he says, gesturing to indicate the puffy sleeves and the corset. Adam does remember, of course; he doesn't know what Evan had done to deserve that, but he knows he never wants the same thing to happen to his costumes.
Then both men turn around and walk towards the door. "How did Sasha know?" Adam hears Evan ask, but Johnny's response is reduced to a sigh and "She saw - " and then the door closes behind them. Adam curses under his breath, because this means no star attendance, no party, and no gossip.
After a moment of awkward silence, Charlie White stands up, or rather Meryl pokes him with her finger until he does, and says: "I'll get going, too. I should go back to my room. To sleep," he says, rather obvious with the looks he shoots in Jeremy's direction. Jeremy scampers off some two minutes later, nearly abandoning his medal in the hurry. Adam thinks that maybe he should have kept it for himself, as a consolation.
The rest of the guests scatter rather quickly, too, or almost all the rest. Caitlin kisses his cheek apologetically, which Adam appreciates, and he forces a smile and tries to be nice to her - it wasn't her fault, after all. Those who don't scatter - namely Caroline and Mirai, still giggling and dying to talk to Adam, fag hag wannabes that they are - get shooed away by force.
Stephen is still sitting where he sat all evening, though, on the corner of Adam's bed. Adam doesn't shoo him away. Stephen is not a guest, after all. Stephen is Adam's lifeline, as always. Adam has a feeling he might need a hand, or a shoulder.
"Well, that… didn't go too well," Adam sighs and plumps down beside Stephen, pouting.
"No," Stephen agrees, glancing at Adam out of the corner of his eye with a quirked eyebrow.
"Okay, okay," Adam throws his arms up. "That fucking sucked. And you were right, of course, as always." He sighs. He wants to cry.
"Yes," Stephen says. At least he's not rubbing it in Adam's face; Adam is thankful for that.
"It's not fair," he sniffs and drops his head onto Stephen's shoulder. "Everyone has someone. Just I don't."
"You can have -" Stephen starts quietly, but Adam's not listening.
"Even Evan - god, Evan and Johnny, would you believe that?!"
"Well," Stephen says and wraps an arm around Adam's waist. It's nice. Warm. "They're the same… league, I guess. They've known each other for years, grew up together -"
"But so have we!" Adam counters, frustrated. Then he realizes something. "Wait. Wait," he says and lifts his head from Stephen's shoulder to look at Stephen, blinking. "What did you just -"
Stephen kisses him then, closing his lips over Adam's open mouth, a little clumsy and a little messy and a little perfect, too. He loves this, Adam decides, when Stephen's tongue finds its way inside his mouth. He's never been a fan of Sarah Michelle Gellar, anyway.
~fin
** The scene with Sarah Michelle Gellar I was referring to:
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