Fic: Seulement, nous importe.*
title: Seulement, nous importe. *
author: theatresweety
rating: R/NC-17 (depending on which part)
pairing: zebraswan, aka: Stéphane Lambiel and Johnny Weir
summary: "Stéphane's hands ran smoothly over Johnny's sides, above the fabric of his blue warm-up jacket. He didn't have to look to know that it had 'Sochi' emblazoned on the front in white letters."
disclaimer: This is RPF, which means these are real people. I don't own them, this didn't happen. It's just for fun. :)
warnings: un-beata'd, sexytimes
Seulement, nous importe *
The moons soft light spilled slightly through the tinted bus windows. There was the faint sound of someone's iPod still playing through their ear-buds and the sounds of the road. Every now and again a soft snore would break the almost silence. The sound of fabric rustling signaled someone turning in their sleep, trying to get comfortable on the uncomfortable tour bus. Not everyone was asleep though.
Johnny was perched in Stéphane's lap, leaning over him. He pressed him back into the bus seat, their lips moving together slowly. It wasn't fast or hungry, it didn't stink of raw desire but it was passionate nonetheless. Their kiss was gentle, slow and adoring. There had been pure need before but now they could simply enjoy one another.
Stéphane's hands ran smoothly over Johnny's sides, above the fabric of his blue warm-up jacket. He didn't have to look to know that it had 'Sochi' emblazoned on the front in white letters. Johnny and his fascination with Russia... It was then, when Stéphane was lost in his thoughts, that Johnny nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from him.
“Shh, you'll wake someone...” Johnny shushed him teasingly, teeth gently grazing Stéphane's lip again. He was just egging him on now.
“You, mon cher, do not play fair...” Stéphane groaned against his lips.
“Bitch, I never play fair.” Johnny laughed softly.
Johnny pulled away then, much to Stéphane's dismay. He voiced his disapproval as well, reaching out to try and tug Johnny back to him. Johnny only swatted his hands away and threw one leg semi-awkwardly over Stéphane's. He shimmied forward, resting his knees on either side of Stéphane's hips, once more sitting in his lap.
“Better now?” He taunted playfully, a devilish glint in his eyes. Stéphane only nodded and leaned up, claiming Johnny's lips with his.
This time the kiss was more lusty. There was a fire there now, driving them closer together. Lips crashed over lips and at once their teeth knocked together in fervor but neither seemed to care. The swipe of tongue across Johnny's bottom lip was all it took for him to deepen the kiss, moaning into it wantonly.
(to be continued... )
* = 'Only we matter'. -Once upon a time I used to be fluent in French. The key phrase there is 'once upon a time'. Any mistakes are unintentional. Sorry!
X-posted!
author: theatresweety
rating: R/NC-17 (depending on which part)
pairing: zebraswan, aka: Stéphane Lambiel and Johnny Weir
summary: "Stéphane's hands ran smoothly over Johnny's sides, above the fabric of his blue warm-up jacket. He didn't have to look to know that it had 'Sochi' emblazoned on the front in white letters."
disclaimer: This is RPF, which means these are real people. I don't own them, this didn't happen. It's just for fun. :)
warnings: un-beata'd, sexytimes
Seulement, nous importe *
The moons soft light spilled slightly through the tinted bus windows. There was the faint sound of someone's iPod still playing through their ear-buds and the sounds of the road. Every now and again a soft snore would break the almost silence. The sound of fabric rustling signaled someone turning in their sleep, trying to get comfortable on the uncomfortable tour bus. Not everyone was asleep though.
Johnny was perched in Stéphane's lap, leaning over him. He pressed him back into the bus seat, their lips moving together slowly. It wasn't fast or hungry, it didn't stink of raw desire but it was passionate nonetheless. Their kiss was gentle, slow and adoring. There had been pure need before but now they could simply enjoy one another.
Stéphane's hands ran smoothly over Johnny's sides, above the fabric of his blue warm-up jacket. He didn't have to look to know that it had 'Sochi' emblazoned on the front in white letters. Johnny and his fascination with Russia... It was then, when Stéphane was lost in his thoughts, that Johnny nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a soft moan from him.
“Shh, you'll wake someone...” Johnny shushed him teasingly, teeth gently grazing Stéphane's lip again. He was just egging him on now.
“You, mon cher, do not play fair...” Stéphane groaned against his lips.
“Bitch, I never play fair.” Johnny laughed softly.
Johnny pulled away then, much to Stéphane's dismay. He voiced his disapproval as well, reaching out to try and tug Johnny back to him. Johnny only swatted his hands away and threw one leg semi-awkwardly over Stéphane's. He shimmied forward, resting his knees on either side of Stéphane's hips, once more sitting in his lap.
“Better now?” He taunted playfully, a devilish glint in his eyes. Stéphane only nodded and leaned up, claiming Johnny's lips with his.
This time the kiss was more lusty. There was a fire there now, driving them closer together. Lips crashed over lips and at once their teeth knocked together in fervor but neither seemed to care. The swipe of tongue across Johnny's bottom lip was all it took for him to deepen the kiss, moaning into it wantonly.
(to be continued... )
* = 'Only we matter'. -Once upon a time I used to be fluent in French. The key phrase there is 'once upon a time'. Any mistakes are unintentional. Sorry!
X-posted!