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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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"I can't do this," Johnny says, raising his hands defensively. Maybe he can talk to Tim, maybe he can switch models, maybe he and Evan can just not talk for the rest of the challenge -
Evan grabs his hands. "Come on, Johnny," he says, leaning forward so that his mouth is right next to Johnny's ear, his voice low enough that even the cameras can't pick it up. His breath whispers warmly over Johnny's skin, and Johnny can't hold back the tiniest shiver. "I didn't just choose you because I wanted to see if you still moaned the same way, swan."
Johnny almost chokes on absolutely nothing. He can't decide what he's more surprised by - Evan voluntarily choosing him, Evan remembering him, or Evan remembering his costume from that damn party. "Excuse me?" he asks, jumping back.
"You're a good designer," Evan says, surprisingly impassive for someone who just a moment ago was looking at Johnny like he wanted to peel every stitch of clothing off his body, drizzle him in chocolate sauce, and then lick it off. "A little frilly, but good."
Johnny determinedly shoves sex out of his head. He just hasn't gotten laid in a while, that's all. "Frilly?" he demands, glaring. He grabs his sketchbook and quickly - and vengefully - scribbles out a plain design. "Fine. You don't want frilly, try this."
Evan looks at the page. "That's a unitard," he says blankly.
"You have a gift for stating the obvious," Johnny mutters. He glances around the room; the cameras are focusing on Louie and his model, the one with the bright red hair, but Johnny's been watching reality television too long not to know that cameras will always turn up when you let your guard down. He doesn't mind camping it up on national television, but his private life is meant to be kept private. He sidles his way over to Evan, close enough that he doesn't have to worry about anyone overhearing it when he hisses, "I don't know how I ever lowered my standards enough to sleep with you."
"Twice," Evan says. It sounds like he's smirking. That so figures. It's not Johnny's fault that Evan's definition of afterglow is apparently 'however long it takes before you can get it up again.' "And I wondered the same thing about you when I saw that outfit with the tassel in your portfolio, but then I remembered that thing you did with your tongue."
"God, you're insufferable." And Johnny, apparently, is memorable. He would be preening if his memories of Evan weren't just as vivid.
Evan glances down at the design again, tapping it thoughtfully this time. He doesn't bother stepping backwards, and shit, the cameras are going to turn on them any second now, Johnny just knows it. "There was something like this in your portfolio. With a lot of straps and stuff."
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