Fic: Never Say Goodbye 1/?
title: Never Say Goodbye
author: theatresweety
rating: PG-13 for now
pairing: zebraswan, aka: Stéphane Lambiel and Johnny Weir
summary: After retiring Johnny and Stéphane fell apart. Five years in the future Johnny is a costume designer working out of NYC for the most up and coming figure skaters. But what happens when Stéphane gets called in to choreograph for one of those skaters?
warnings: un-beata'd, slash, other than that... extreme fluff?
Chapter 1
It had been a ridiculously long night, making the phone call that came at seven the next morning even more unwelcome. Normally, Johnny would have just ignored it, claim he hadn't heard his phone ring, but it was the ring-tone set for his best clients. Someone must be having a fashion emergency and decided it couldn't wait until a more polite hour.
He sat up with a groan, everything ached, it must have been raining again. He wasn't old by any means, only 31, but with all the jumps and spins from skating most of his joints were as bad or worse than those of a 50 year old. Days like today, with little sleep, and rainy weather, were the worst.
Johnny grabbed his phone, doing his best to push away the sleep and the anger from his voice. Not just anyone could get him up at seven in the morning after a night of painstaking handwork, putting hundreds of individual sequins on a costume. This had better be good.
***
He trudged through the doors of the rink, feeling the familiar crisp air tingle in his nostrils. Johnny wasn't there to skate, however, he was there to deliver a costume. The same costume that had had him up til the crack of dawn. The same costume, who's owner, had called at seven in the morning requesting be delivered promptly within the next hour.
His voice had an edge to it when he finally spoke, slinging the garment bag off his shoulder and onto the bench beside the young woman.
“I hope you realize you're paying me extra for this, I don't care how much I love you or your skating, Alice.”
“Oh, Johnny you're amazing!” She enthused, wrapping him in a tight (and more than a little unwelcome) hug.
He tensed but patted her back. He really wasn't one to enjoy being touched, at least not by annoying teenage clients.
“Right, well, go try it on. I haven't got all day.” He sloughed his purse down onto the bench and took a seat beside it as Alice scurried off to try on her costume. He huffed in frustration, pulling the gloves off his hands.
Johnny barely noticed the figure on the ice, at first. There was something familiar about him, the way he moved across the ice, how he carried himself. Johnny felt like he'd seen the skater before, and he probably had a million times. He was always around skating, even though he was retired. If he wasn't designed or fitting costumes, he was commenting on an event, or skating at an exhibition.
It was only when the figure skated closer and his face became visible, that Johnny's heart skipped a beat. His breath caught in his throat when realization dawned.
“Stéphane...” He breathed out almost reverently. What was he doing here and how was it fair, or even possible that he looked just as good as he had four years ago? No, he looked better, and Johnny was instantly jealous, just as he'd always been. Stéphane's good looks were so flawless, so natural, he didn't work at it like Johnny did. His charm and his grace only added to it, making him more than a little ethereal.
Judging by the very not graceful stumble and fall, Stéphane had seen Johnny as well. For a second he disappeared from Johnny's sight, behind the boards as he slid across the ice on his rear. His cheeks were bright red when he popped back up into view, obviously embarrassed. Johnny couldn't help but chuckle a little. At least he still had the ability to knock Stéphane off his feet, even after four years.
Stéphane skated over to him and Johnny found his feet carrying him down to the boards to meet the Swiss man. For what seemed like eternity, neither talked, they only stared, taking the other in. It was Johnny who first broke the silence.
“What the hell are you doing in New York?” He demanded.
The broad grin that turned up Stéphane's lips was one Johnny had seen a thousand times before.
“I am here to choreograph for Alice. I did not know you still lived in the city.”
God, the sound of Stéphane's voice, the way his Swiss French accent made certain words lilt differently, should not have made Johnny's heart flutter. It also shouldn't have made his stomach flop and his palms begin to sweat. What was he, 15?
“Well, technically I didn't live in the city before... but I do now.” Johnny smirked, quite impressed with his simple reply and the fact that his voice hadn't cracked.
Stéphane grinned broadly, “You are Alice's designer? She said that she had the best, I suppose that I should have known.”
“Oh, shut up. You Swiss and your flattery...” Johnny's cheeks had turned as red as Stéphane's had been before. So apparently they both still affected each other.
Both found themselves falling quiet again. Johnny wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around Stéphane in a tight hug and never let go. He wanted that, but his manners, and the fact that it had been four years, made him hold back. Thankfully for both of them, Stéphane had never been so good with personal space.
Stéphane lunged forward then, wrapping his arms tightly around Johnny's waist, nuzzling his nose into the other mans neck like no time at all had passed. This hug didn't make Johnny tense like Alice's, this hug felt like home. He melted into Stéphane, hooking his arms around his neck and nosing into his hair.
“I've missed you so much. Why didn't we keep in touch better?” he muttered into Stéphane's hair.
“Because we are both busy, stupid men.” Stéphane offered in reply, laughing into Johnny's neck softly.
“We so are...” Johnny laughed as well as they broke apart.
Stéphane leaned in, kissing each of Johnny's cheeks and giving the right one an extra for good measure. Then he reached out and ruffled his hair, causing Johnny to emit a rather undignified squeak.
“You bitch, not my hair!” Johnny flailed away, swatting at Stéphane hands.
It was only the sound of someones skate covered footsteps approaching, and her soft giggles, that broke them out of their reunion. Alice was making her way over, dressed in her new costume and looking divine.
“Damn, I'm good...” Johnny muttered as he looked her over and judging by the nod of his head and sound of approval, Stéphane agreed.
***
TBC
A/N: Comments are always appreciated! :D
author: theatresweety
rating: PG-13 for now
pairing: zebraswan, aka: Stéphane Lambiel and Johnny Weir
summary: After retiring Johnny and Stéphane fell apart. Five years in the future Johnny is a costume designer working out of NYC for the most up and coming figure skaters. But what happens when Stéphane gets called in to choreograph for one of those skaters?
warnings: un-beata'd, slash, other than that... extreme fluff?
Chapter 1
It had been a ridiculously long night, making the phone call that came at seven the next morning even more unwelcome. Normally, Johnny would have just ignored it, claim he hadn't heard his phone ring, but it was the ring-tone set for his best clients. Someone must be having a fashion emergency and decided it couldn't wait until a more polite hour.
He sat up with a groan, everything ached, it must have been raining again. He wasn't old by any means, only 31, but with all the jumps and spins from skating most of his joints were as bad or worse than those of a 50 year old. Days like today, with little sleep, and rainy weather, were the worst.
Johnny grabbed his phone, doing his best to push away the sleep and the anger from his voice. Not just anyone could get him up at seven in the morning after a night of painstaking handwork, putting hundreds of individual sequins on a costume. This had better be good.
***
He trudged through the doors of the rink, feeling the familiar crisp air tingle in his nostrils. Johnny wasn't there to skate, however, he was there to deliver a costume. The same costume that had had him up til the crack of dawn. The same costume, who's owner, had called at seven in the morning requesting be delivered promptly within the next hour.
His voice had an edge to it when he finally spoke, slinging the garment bag off his shoulder and onto the bench beside the young woman.
“I hope you realize you're paying me extra for this, I don't care how much I love you or your skating, Alice.”
“Oh, Johnny you're amazing!” She enthused, wrapping him in a tight (and more than a little unwelcome) hug.
He tensed but patted her back. He really wasn't one to enjoy being touched, at least not by annoying teenage clients.
“Right, well, go try it on. I haven't got all day.” He sloughed his purse down onto the bench and took a seat beside it as Alice scurried off to try on her costume. He huffed in frustration, pulling the gloves off his hands.
Johnny barely noticed the figure on the ice, at first. There was something familiar about him, the way he moved across the ice, how he carried himself. Johnny felt like he'd seen the skater before, and he probably had a million times. He was always around skating, even though he was retired. If he wasn't designed or fitting costumes, he was commenting on an event, or skating at an exhibition.
It was only when the figure skated closer and his face became visible, that Johnny's heart skipped a beat. His breath caught in his throat when realization dawned.
“Stéphane...” He breathed out almost reverently. What was he doing here and how was it fair, or even possible that he looked just as good as he had four years ago? No, he looked better, and Johnny was instantly jealous, just as he'd always been. Stéphane's good looks were so flawless, so natural, he didn't work at it like Johnny did. His charm and his grace only added to it, making him more than a little ethereal.
Judging by the very not graceful stumble and fall, Stéphane had seen Johnny as well. For a second he disappeared from Johnny's sight, behind the boards as he slid across the ice on his rear. His cheeks were bright red when he popped back up into view, obviously embarrassed. Johnny couldn't help but chuckle a little. At least he still had the ability to knock Stéphane off his feet, even after four years.
Stéphane skated over to him and Johnny found his feet carrying him down to the boards to meet the Swiss man. For what seemed like eternity, neither talked, they only stared, taking the other in. It was Johnny who first broke the silence.
“What the hell are you doing in New York?” He demanded.
The broad grin that turned up Stéphane's lips was one Johnny had seen a thousand times before.
“I am here to choreograph for Alice. I did not know you still lived in the city.”
God, the sound of Stéphane's voice, the way his Swiss French accent made certain words lilt differently, should not have made Johnny's heart flutter. It also shouldn't have made his stomach flop and his palms begin to sweat. What was he, 15?
“Well, technically I didn't live in the city before... but I do now.” Johnny smirked, quite impressed with his simple reply and the fact that his voice hadn't cracked.
Stéphane grinned broadly, “You are Alice's designer? She said that she had the best, I suppose that I should have known.”
“Oh, shut up. You Swiss and your flattery...” Johnny's cheeks had turned as red as Stéphane's had been before. So apparently they both still affected each other.
Both found themselves falling quiet again. Johnny wanted nothing more than to throw his arms around Stéphane in a tight hug and never let go. He wanted that, but his manners, and the fact that it had been four years, made him hold back. Thankfully for both of them, Stéphane had never been so good with personal space.
Stéphane lunged forward then, wrapping his arms tightly around Johnny's waist, nuzzling his nose into the other mans neck like no time at all had passed. This hug didn't make Johnny tense like Alice's, this hug felt like home. He melted into Stéphane, hooking his arms around his neck and nosing into his hair.
“I've missed you so much. Why didn't we keep in touch better?” he muttered into Stéphane's hair.
“Because we are both busy, stupid men.” Stéphane offered in reply, laughing into Johnny's neck softly.
“We so are...” Johnny laughed as well as they broke apart.
Stéphane leaned in, kissing each of Johnny's cheeks and giving the right one an extra for good measure. Then he reached out and ruffled his hair, causing Johnny to emit a rather undignified squeak.
“You bitch, not my hair!” Johnny flailed away, swatting at Stéphane hands.
It was only the sound of someones skate covered footsteps approaching, and her soft giggles, that broke them out of their reunion. Alice was making her way over, dressed in her new costume and looking divine.
“Damn, I'm good...” Johnny muttered as he looked her over and judging by the nod of his head and sound of approval, Stéphane agreed.
***
TBC
A/N: Comments are always appreciated! :D