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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right?
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“The bitch is back.” Johnny said, skating over to give all three of them a high five, before doing just that. Four more times, to be exact, before slumping onto a bench. “I can't feel my … anything.”
Evan snorted, hauling him to his feet. “You did good today.”
Johnny grinned, turning towards him to say, “He still hates my long, but it's a start.” He took his spot in the passenger's side of Evan's stupid SUV, and passed right out. Evan would wake him when they got home.
In spite of Frank's best efforts to find something else, Evan and Johnny were still roommates. That first day, Johnny had been fully expecting to find that Evan lived like any other straight boy, in an apartment filled with beer, pizza, and perhaps underpants hanging from the ceiling fan. He hadn't expected to find someone with cleaning habits that rivaled his own. He may have even gushed over Evan's vacuum.
The two of them had formed a tentative sort of friendship. Johnny still thought Evan was dumber than an Ashton Kutcher movie, and Evan mocked him for his divabitch attitude. They trained so hard, that there was little time to be social anyway. This evening, the plan seemed to be “vegetable”, both in terms of dinner and their limited brain power.
Evan, being that he was so completely and totally stereotypical, had two gigantic leather recliners in his living room, in front of the large tv. They weren't Johnny's style at all, but they were comfortable and covered in something that was dead. It was good enough.
“I can't say I'm a fan of your long program, either,” Evan said, eyes forward on the news, “Frank has a point. If we're trying to get people to take you seriously, you need to leave that stuff for exhibition.”
Johnny snickered. “You know I'm just fucking with you both, right? Or did you really believe I wanted to skate to an instrumental version of Copacabana? Tell me you didn't,” When Evan didn't reply, Johnny gaped at him, “You did!”
Evan turned to glare at him, gesturing with his fork. “Not funny. You would do something like that, how were we supposed to know?”
He had a point, but Johnny still found it fucking hilarious. “I wouldn't do that in competition! Shit, even Galina wouldn't have let me do that.”
“Do you miss her?” Evan was watching him, and Johnny hated how intense his eyes got at times. When they weren't being black and beady.
He hadn't thought about Galina in a while, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. “Sometimes. I miss the connection to Russia, I miss speaking Russian. Я люблю Россию.”
“What was that?”
“I love Russia.” Johnny said, before yawning. They crawled into their beds, exhausted, shortly after. The last thought that crosses Johnny's mid is Evan wearing a fuzzy Russian hat.
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