Drabble: "The Doings of Domesticated Figure Skaters" (Stéphane Lambiel/Johnny Weir)
Earlier today, I promised Cel I'd write her fluff. So here is fluff. Inspired by Johnny Weir who claims that this is what naturally happens when he lets his hair air dry.
Title: The Doings of Domesticated Figure Skaters
Pairing: Stéphane Lambiel/Johnny Weir
Rating: R?
Word count: 376
It's the little things that sometimes still surprise Stéphane, the kind that they never had time - or courage - for when they were in skating.
It's waking up late, without an alarm going off and without that moment of panic when you realize you're going to be late for practice. It's lazing around in the warmth that lingers in the sheets on Johnny's side of the bed, burying his nose in the familiar scent for a few more drowsy minutes before he gets up.
It's finding Johnny in the kitchen, making pancakes, then eating them without guilt. (Eating them off Johnny without shame, with Johnny spread out on the kitchen table, protesting and screeching like a girl at first because the whipped cream tickles as it melts on his skin, then cursing like the worst culprit when Stéphane buries his dick deep inside him and fucks him into the table.)
It's watching Johnny skate, without jealousy and without the urge to go out on the ice and compete with him. It's going out on the ice to play pairs with Johnny.
It's reaching for Johnny's hand as they cross the parking lot in front of the rink, twining their fingers together without hesitation. They have a ring and a paper stating that they can, after all. (They didn't really need that, but Johnny always wanted a cake with those little marzipan figurines on top.)
It's giggling over his book when Johnny cleans the house (again), headphones in his ears, completely off tune as he sings along to Dirrty. It's getting turned on by the stripper moves that accompany the song, Johnny's hips swaying as he sways the Swiffer.
It's the way Johnny's hair curls when he's too lazy to style it and just lets it air dry after taking a shower, because he knows Stéphane will love him regardless of the state of his hair. (Stéphane would love him even if he had no hair left, of course.)
It's little things like this that make Stéphane smile when he looks at their Wall of Glory - an impressive array of medals and trophies they've collected between them, indeed - and realizes that they won't have to extend the shelves anymore. They're done. They have better things to do now.
~fin
Title: The Doings of Domesticated Figure Skaters
Pairing: Stéphane Lambiel/Johnny Weir
Rating: R?
Word count: 376
It's the little things that sometimes still surprise Stéphane, the kind that they never had time - or courage - for when they were in skating.
It's waking up late, without an alarm going off and without that moment of panic when you realize you're going to be late for practice. It's lazing around in the warmth that lingers in the sheets on Johnny's side of the bed, burying his nose in the familiar scent for a few more drowsy minutes before he gets up.
It's finding Johnny in the kitchen, making pancakes, then eating them without guilt. (Eating them off Johnny without shame, with Johnny spread out on the kitchen table, protesting and screeching like a girl at first because the whipped cream tickles as it melts on his skin, then cursing like the worst culprit when Stéphane buries his dick deep inside him and fucks him into the table.)
It's watching Johnny skate, without jealousy and without the urge to go out on the ice and compete with him. It's going out on the ice to play pairs with Johnny.
It's reaching for Johnny's hand as they cross the parking lot in front of the rink, twining their fingers together without hesitation. They have a ring and a paper stating that they can, after all. (They didn't really need that, but Johnny always wanted a cake with those little marzipan figurines on top.)
It's giggling over his book when Johnny cleans the house (again), headphones in his ears, completely off tune as he sings along to Dirrty. It's getting turned on by the stripper moves that accompany the song, Johnny's hips swaying as he sways the Swiffer.
It's the way Johnny's hair curls when he's too lazy to style it and just lets it air dry after taking a shower, because he knows Stéphane will love him regardless of the state of his hair. (Stéphane would love him even if he had no hair left, of course.)
It's little things like this that make Stéphane smile when he looks at their Wall of Glory - an impressive array of medals and trophies they've collected between them, indeed - and realizes that they won't have to extend the shelves anymore. They're done. They have better things to do now.
~fin