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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2
I never really expected this to take off so well, let alone end up with 4000+ comments. Now it's time for part 2!
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right?
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“You know, you really scared me back there. I don’t care if you think you could of handled it or not, you could have been really hurt.” Evan’s voice was soft and almost nervous in quality. Johnny never heard him sound like this. “What if they had broken a bone? Or given you a concussion? They could of killed you, Johnny.” He turned to look at him, eyes clear with worry. Johnny rolled his eyes again.
“Okay mom, I hear you. I’ll be careful and never take shortcuts again.” He huffed. “I learned my lesson, you know.” Evan’s face only softened slightly, a hand moving from his lap to move the icepack, studying the bruises. They had only darkened in color, deep purples and blues painting once perfectly white skin. Johnny could feel his face heat up; why was Evan studying him like that so intensely? It’s just a couple bruises. Evan turned more towards him, eyes meeting his again.
“I heard someone crying and I didn’t know what was going on. Thank god I found you.” He swallowed, watching Johnny’s face closely. “Were you scared at all?”
It took Johnny almost a whole minute to answer. He had deflated from his usual pompous and flamboyant self upon seeing how genuinely frightened Evan had been for his safety; how worried Evan had been over someone other than himself. What if he…
“Yeah. I was. I was really scared.” Johnny couldn’t hold eye contact with Evan, staring at the now foreign looking shapes on the TV. Some informercial or something, but it was as though it was from Mars with how distant Johnny suddenly felt. “I thought they were going to kill me.” This was the human side of Johnny, the one who wasn’t invincible from death threats or street punks. “I don’t know what I would of done if you hadn’t showed up.” He mumbled, running a hand through his hair in habit.
“Johnny…” Evan sighed sadly, eyes traveling over the large bruise that spread across Johnny’s cheekbone, visible in the dancing lights the TV projected onto them. Without thinking much more than how relieved he was Johnny was all right, Evan leaned in, brushing soft lips over the bruise. Johnny’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening.
“Evan, what-“ He began, but Evan pressed his lips to Johnny’s instead, tasting dried blood and medicine and god he was so glad Johnny was alive. It was only a moment later that Johnny began to kiss back, his eyes slipping shut as his hands came up to frame Evan’s jaw, pressing closer, even as the sting of his lips became stronger. That didn’t matter; that would heal in time. He needed this more, right now.
“And you said I was the girl. You look like you’re going to cry.” Johnny commented upon pulling back, licking his lips as Evan tried to compose himself.
“I’m not going to cry! I’m just- so happy. I’m so happy.” He buried his face in Johnny’s front, shoulders shaking in relief.
“Ah! Evan! Ow, ow, my bruises! Cut it out! You can kiss me, but stop doing that! Ow!”
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I really loved this line, too: This was the human side of Johnny, the one who wasn’t invincible from death threats or street punks.
Because as strong and awesome as Johnny is, that kind of stuff has to get you down sometimes, and that sentence was a lovely way of expressing it.
Basically, anon? I loved this. Thank you for writing it! :D
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Evan is such a sap in my head, he totally was crying. ♥
This was my first fic for this fandom, so i'm super excited it was well received! <3
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