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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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"Oh," he says. "Yuki, I actually have to... could you give me maybe ten minutes? Ten minutes where you go somewhere else? Maybe on a different floor? And then you can come back and we can talk this out and then go downstairs and talk to reporters."
She narrows her eyes. "Evan," she says. "I feel like you aren't taking this seriously."
"I am!"
She gives him the same kind of thoughtful, assessing look Frank gave him earlier. Then she says, "You of all people should know how important this political stuff is leading up to a big competition. A competition with subjective judging."
Johnny feels his stomach drop.
"I do know that," he says. "Really. I just... I need a few minutes."
She's still looking at him weirdly, but she stands.
"Fine," she says. "I'll meet you back here in ten minutes."
As soon as the door closes, Evan bursts out of the bathroom.
"America's Next Top Model?" Johnny says, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
To his credit, Evan looks embarrassed. "I'm sorry about that," he says. "It's-I don't think of you that way, for the record."
Johnny pauses. This is not what he wanted to talk about, but now he's intrigued. "What way?"
Evan looks down. "Your hands are really nice-"
"Evan, what way?"
"Well, you know, like." He sighs. "Like with Frank and with Yuki sometimes, ‘Johnny Weir' is like... a punchline, you know? Like some big joke about something being too feminine or gay or whatever."
Johnny stares at him.
"But I don't think of you that way. I mean, I know you were saying it to cause trouble for me, but it is true that you're just a skater. I guess I don't really mind that you said that part."
There's a moment of silence and then Johnny clears his throat. "Um," he says. "Thanks." He doesn't like the way his voice sounds, a little high.
"Yeah." Evan seems to be looking with great interest at the bottom of the sofa.
"...Anyway," Johnny says, "I got a text message from my mom asking if she can come up to my room. Would you mind doing that?"
"Hanging out with your mom?" Evan says, making a face, and then the weird moment from before is broken and Johnny can be mad at him again.
"Yeah, what's wrong with my mom?" he says. "She's great. I don't see your mom anywhere, supporting you or anything."
"My parents support me," Evan says, but he doesn't seem that interested in fighting over it. "Just tell me where you're staying, I can't stay here anyway."
Johnny tells him, and warns him that his mom will probably expect hugs, and Evan says he thinks he can handle it and Johnny gets annoyed again at the way he attacks everything like it's some challenge that can only be overcome with extreme masculine dedication. But he gives Evan his phone because it seems more practical for them both to have phones they can actually answer, and Evan walks out.
And then comes back in, at a sprint, shutting the door and leaning against it.
Johnny looks at him questioningly, and Evan looks up at him and says, "Okay, don't panic. but there was someone out there. Someone with a camera."
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Loving all of this - can't wait to find out how what happens next!
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*ded of flail*
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OMG LOL.
Johnny briefly reflects on what a great opportunity this body-switching situation is to try out all the dangerous activities he's wanted to, like skydiving or swimming with sharks.
OMG YIKES.
(No, prolly not bestest idea to be explaining RN how other guy is a 'punchline'. Evan, think first BB!)
Johnny's done media training stuff, sure, but for him most of it usually consists of "please, please, please try not to be Johnny Weir", so it never really helped. Come to think of it, Evan's media training probably consisted of "please don't be Johnny Weir" as well. So he's basically fucking with Evan's entire media strategy (and Evan totally calls it a "media strategy").
He totally does. All of this. Just...all of it. Kinda dying now.
COMPLICATION CLIFFHANGER. LOLOLOL, YOU ARE SO GOOD AT STRINGING US ALONG.
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can't wait for more, omg omg
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"Johnny," Tara says, "why am I getting phone calls saying that you've shacked up in a secret love nest with Evan Lysacek?"
And then Johnny really wishes he could answer, because Evan just makes a choked noise and drops the phone onto the floor.
"You're such an idiot, she's exaggerating," Johnny whispers, hitting his shoulder again and stooping to pick up the phone. He pushes it towards Evan, and Evan takes it cautiously, like it might snap at him.
"I don't know," he says. Well, that's eloquent. Tara must be wondering who she's even talking to.
"I'm hearing all this stuff about you emerging from his room, all rumpled."
"Rumpled?"
Johnny shoots him a glare. "I said you shouldn't mess like that with my hair," he mutters.
"That's what I hear," Tara says. "Where are you right now? Because Galina made you some kind of weird shake with like all this stuff in it, that's like supposed to make you strong? I don't know, she was really excited because apparently you can't get some of the ingredients in the States, but you weren't in your room and everyone's kind of wondering."
"Um." Evan looks up at Johnny, desperate, and Johnny rolls his eyes.
"Can you actually not talk without someone telling you what to say?" he hisses. "Just say where you are, it's Tara, I don't keep secrets from her."
"Um," Evan repeats, in case Tara missed it the first time. "I'm in Evan Lysacek's hotel room."
There's a pause. "Okay," Tara says slowly. "So when I asked why people thought you were shacking up with Lysacek, and you said 'I don't know', what you really meant was...?"
"I'm not shacking up with him!" Evan says, a little too quickly. "I'm just... here. For, like. Tips!"
Johnny puts his palm against Evan's shoulder and shoves slightly. It's kind of fun, being a little stronger than him.
"I would never come to you for tips," he whispers fiercely, leaning in. "Not ever. I would let you do my makeup before I would let you coach me on skating." Evan holds up a finger, listening to Tara express similar disbelief, and Johnny feels a stab of irritation. Because who told Lysacek he could hold up a finger, anyway? There are about a million ways to say "Hey, I'm trying to listen to Tara" and he had to pick the douchiest one. It's like everything else he does, this constant gnawing at some part of Johnny that just gets worse and worse the more time he has to spend with him, and seeing him in the fucking mirror all the time is not helping.
"No, I'm not fucking with you," Evan says awkwardly. "I'm just, you know, we're both on the American team, it's not that weird for us to, like, hang out before Worlds..."
Johnny reaches over and presses the end call button. "You are the worst at this," he says. "The absolute worst."
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"It's not that hard to come up with an excuse," Johnny says. "Especially because, I don't know if you remember but you're now my number one fan. So just say I came over-I mean, you came over to my hotel room to figure out what was up with the weird crap I said, because you don't trust me."
"Oh," Evan says. "That makes sense."
"Of course it does," Johnny says. He sinks back onto the couch. "I think I'm getting Lysacek fatigue."
After a moment, Evan quietly sits down next to him. Johnny doesn't look over, but out of the corner of his eye he can see Evan's looking at him all intensely in that way he does.
"You think about it too, don't you?" Evan says softly, and oh my god, if Evan is about to reveal some sort of deep inner feelings then Johnny is going to have to pay someone to hypnotize the memory away.
"What?" he says tensely.
"About Worlds. About what you'll be doing. You have this whole vision in your head about how it'll play out, the days before, how focused and ready you're gonna be, and then this happens."
Johnny looks over at him, and he looks... weird. Because he looks actually sincere, and Johnny's not even sure what a sincere expression would look like on Lysacek's dumb face.
"I didn't expect it to be like this," he says grudgingly. And it's true. He did spend this entire season thinking about Worlds, about how he was going to feel and what he was going to be thinking. You had to have the end goal in mind-if Evan said it, he would have mocked him because it's like one of the stupid things he talks about, visualization and motivation and whatever, but you can't get up and skate every day unless you're doing it for something, and Johnny was not doing it to be six-two and orange three days before what might be his last real competition. The only thing that makes it okay is that the real vision, the one of him on the Worlds ice-calm and collected and his blades slicing through the ice like it's air-that's not gone yet.
"This sucks," Evan says with feeling, and for once Johnny actually agrees with him.
And then the phone rings again-Tara calling back-and at the same time, Evan's agent knocks on the door, and Johnny thinks, okay. Worlds is going to be fine. But first, he has to make sure no one thinks he's sleeping with Lysacek.
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IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER. CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE, BB
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(You might consider starting a new comment on the prompt because the awesomeness is getting awfully skinny now...)
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