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2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested, ( Read more... )
His goal.
Evan swallowed thickly, feeling his face heat up as he remembered the night before. Images from the video kept dancing around his head, making it difficult to complete even the simplest of tasks. Hell, it had taken him ten minutes just to tie his shoes because the moment he bent over he would get a random flash of something from the video, like Johnny kneeling on the bed, or Johnny panting desperately with his eyes squeezed shut, or Tanith kissing Johnny's neck, and then Evan would have to lean back and breathe deeply for a while, using every technique Frank had ever taught him about clearing his mind.
He'd pulled himself together eventually, though, and had even resisted to urge to watch the video just one more time. (Mostly because he was afraid he'd never leave his room if he let himself watch it again, but hey, a victory was a victory.) The biggest problem was what to do with the disc. Evan didn't like the idea of just leaving it out - it was too potentially damaging for all of them. He had toyed with the idea of hiding it before realizing that there just weren't any good hiding places in his room. Everywhere he could think of (under some magazines in a drawer, behind the dresser, underneath his pillow) were among the first places that anyone would look, so in the end he decided to just bring it with him.
It was in his jacket pocket now, the jewel case warm and slippery beneath his fingers. Part of Evan wanted to present it to Tanith with a flourish, thanking her obnoxiously for all her help while watching the embarrassment blossom over her face. The only problem with that scenario was that Evan knew himself well, and he was sure he wouldn't even be able to look Tanith in the face if he was holding the stupid thing in his hand.
Evan shook his head, trying to collect his thoughts again. He was nearing the right building now, and he needed finalize his plan of attack. He found that it was easiest to think of this as an objective, something that he could dream up a strategy for, because the second he let himself consider that he was about to try and seduce Johnny Weir was the second that this all went to shit.
In his mind, he was knocking on the door of Johnny and Tanith's suite, and when Tanith opened the door, he would breeze in and tell her that she should find something else to do for the afternoon. She would be left stunned in the doorway as Evan made his way towards Johnny, who would open his eyes wide, watching Evan approach him with intention written all over his face. Evan would say something suave then, like "Hey, I hear you're in town for one more night," and then Johnny would smile and lean up to kiss him and-
The sharp ding of the elevator shook Evan out of his thoughts, and he realized that he'd managed to enter the building and call the elevator without even realizing. He moodily stalked in and pushed the button for Johnny and Tanith's floor, forcing his thoughts away from Johnny's lips on his and back to the plan. If there was one thing Evan was good at, it was visualizing and then realizing his goals, and if he could just stop getting distracted by thoughts of what Johnny's body would feel like, he'd be able to figure out what he was going to say when he really did knock on that door.
The elevator dinged again, doors opening wide on the correct floor, and Evan sighed. Too late now. He walked down the hallway, heart beating faster now in anticipation, and he paused to wipe his suddenly sweaty hands against his jeans as he came to stand in front of their suite. He thought briefly about leaving, just pretending like he'd never watched that damn video in the first place, but if he was being honest with himself, that wasn’t even an option. He'd never been the kind of guy to live with regrets, so why start now?
Taking one last, deep breath, Evan smoothed his hair back and then knocked on the door, resigning himself to whatever fate awaited him.
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The door opened and there was Johnny, fresh-faced and, judging from the trendy sweater and pair of sunglasses in his hand, about to head out himself. The easy smile he was wearing slid from his face when he recognized Evan.
"Oh, it's you. What do you want? If you're looking for Tanith, she's not here."
Evan swallowed. Tanith wasn't there? This entire thing was her fault, and she wasn't even there? Yeah, this was going about as well as he'd hoped.
"Um, where is she then?" he responded, feeling supremely uncomfortable.
Johnny rolled his eyes, turning back into the suite. Evan hesitated and then followed, shutting the door behind him.
"Just because some of us already have Olympic medals doesn't mean that everyone is done yet," Johnny said snidely, now fixing his hair in a small mirror in the living room. "She's at the rink practicing."
Oh. Duh. Evan had to admit that he hadn't been thinking much about the other disciplines since his win, and especially not since last night. Still, he should have known, and the disbelieving face in the mirror said that Johnny thought so, too.
Johnny turned around, fixing Evan with a level stare that made him feel about two feet shorter, and seriously, how was that even possible?
"Well?" Johnny asked. "If that's all you're here for, you can go ahead and leave now. I have places to be, after all."
"Um," Evan said. This was something he hadn't been anticipating, but something he knew very well - the fact that whenever he was around Johnny, he always felt like he was a million miles behind, even when he was the one who had won the race. It was something in the way Johnny spoke to Evan, as though he were a child, which both infuriated him and tied his tongue completely.
Johnny had his head tilted now, and his scrutinizing gaze made Evan flush a little deeper. All of a sudden, Johnny gasped, and he gave Evan a look of such incredulity that it made him take a step back.
"No way," Johnny breathed, "you didn't."
"What?" Evan asked, a panicky feeling rising up in his gut - the feeling of being caught.
"Oh my god, you did! You totally watched it! Oh my god, I can't believe this!" Johnny moaned, starting to pace around agitatedly. "Christ, she's going to be completely unbearable now!"
Evan opened his mouth to say something, but Johnny was too busy ranting to notice, inflecting his voice now to imitate Tanith. "All 'no Johnny, you'll see! He's totally going to watch it!' But Tanith, he'll probably turn it off once he sees me naked. 'No, he's going to watch the whole thing, and he's going to love it. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.' Ugh, this cannot be happening..."
He paused for breath, rubbing his hands over his face before turning back to Evan, who was wishing more fervently with each passing second that he had just stayed in his room today. Johnny gave him a look, and then sighed, saying "Oh well, we might as well have some fun with this."
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"So," Johnny drawled, "you like it when I say your name, huh?"
Evan's face flushed once again, and what the fuck, he was supposed to be the one in charge here! After all, it wasn't like Johnny had a video of him getting fucked (and Evan was suddenly very, very glad that he had always refused to let Tanith film them), which clearly gave Evan the upper hand. So why couldn't he just say something?!
Johnny was close to him now, close enough to reach out and place his hands on Evan's hips, thumbs slipping underneath his jacket and shirt to rub distracting circles into his skin.
"What do you want, Evan?" Johnny's voice was hushed nearly to a whisper as he leaned even closer, breath gusting over Evan's neck. "Do you want this?"
Evan's throat was tight, his heart was pounding, and yeah, maybe he'd given up his sanity a long time ago, but at least this was a question he knew the answer to.
"Yes," he said, closing his eyes when Johnny instantly tilted up and kissed him.
It was...nice. Surprisingly nice, almost. Evan had spent a lot of time imagining what it might be like to kiss Johnny, but a lot of the scenarios that he touched himself over involved angry, violent kisses that ended with him shoving Johnny against a locker somewhere, like they were only capable of interacting with each other as enemies.
This kiss was different from all of the ones that he had dreamed up. A slow press of their lips, followed by an even slower press of their tongues, drawing out every sensation before repeating the process again. And again. Evan belatedly realized that he was clutching Johnny to him almost desperately, moaning softly each time their mouths parted before pushing together again. Johnny slid his hands from Evan's hips down to his ass and squeezed, smiling into the kiss when Evan gave a little muffled groan and damn, Tanith had told him about that in the video, hadn't she?
"Cheater," Evan mumbled against Johnny's lips, and Johnny just chuckled quietly before using his new leverage to press their bodies even closer together, their mouths entangled once more.
Johnny eventually pulled away completely, licking his now swollen lips and regarding Evan with a flushed but relaxed face. Evan smiled at him a little, and was tremendously relieved when Johnny smiled back.
"So, um," Evan started, and Johnny just laughed, sounding almost as self-conscious as Evan felt.
"Yeah," he agreed, and the smile on his face now was the one he wore after his exhibition skates, all loose and carefree, a smile that Evan had always loved. "Come on."
Johnny tugged gently at Evan's hand, and Evan followed him down a short hallway, starting to feel eager again for whatever was going to happen next.
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Evan blinked. He had only just closed the door to Johnny's bedroom behind them when Johnny turned to face him, the tender smile of earlier replaced once more by that devious smirk.
"Uh, what?" he asked, starting to feel like he was being left behind again. Johnny was removing his own shirt, sweater falling gracefully to the ground as he met Evan's eyes.
"Take off your clothes," Johnny repeated forcefully, emphasizing every word. "And then get on your knees."
Evan's throat constricted, and he could feel his dick harden at the commanding tone Johnny was using. This wasn't something he was used to, getting bossed around off the ice. Tanith had always cajoled him into doing whatever it was she wanted, never ordering him outright to do anything. And judging from what he'd seen on that video, Evan had assumed that Johnny would be even more compliant in bed than he was.
This situation must have been why everyone had always told Evan never to make assumptions.
Johnny was sitting on the bed now, as shirtless as he had been in the video last night and looking at Evan like he was daring him to disobey. Evan decided to go with it, since this was probably just Johnny's attempt at establishing a dominance he wouldn't be able to keep. He unzipped his jacket, letting it land on the floor and then peeled himself out of the rest of his clothes, moving forward to kneel before the bed.
He felt uncomfortable, kind of, but it was the good sort of uncomfortable, like the dull throb in his muscles that told him he had put everything into his training that day. Sitting here like this with his head bowed, knowing that Johnny was looking at him and that he couldn't do anything about it...it was strange, but also a little empowering. In that moment, Evan knew that he was as much Johnny's focus as Johnny was his, and it felt good to be wanted like that.
Johnny must have taken his shoes and socks off earlier, because the sudden feel of his bare foot running up Evan's thigh made Evan jump. He looked into Johnny's face, admiring the way that concentration made those plump lips press together in a pout. Then Johnny moved his foot so that it was stroking Evan's dick, and Evan couldn't stop the strangled groan that escaped him.
"Ohh, you like that, hmm?" Johnny said, a look of pure delight crossing his face. "Isn't that nice? I wonder if you'd like to suck my dick even more?"
Evan grew harder at that, and Johnny (damn him) just grinned even wider.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Well, don't make me tell you again."
And fuck, normally this kind of bratty, I-know-more-than-you-do behavior from Johnny just made Evan angry, but right now he found it hot as hell. Evan didn't think of himself as the type of guy who would just give in, but it was just so easy with Johnny.
Johnny had stopped touching Evan with his foot now, and was reclining on his hands, waiting for Evan to do something. Hesitantly, Evan stood a little taller on his knees and shuffled forward until he was right in front of Johnny, staring at the slight bulge in the other man's jeans.
That panicky feeling from before came back with a vengeance now, and Evan's head felt faint. What the fuck was he doing? Was he really going to give someone a blowjob? Oh god, what had he gotten himself into?
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"Hey," Johnny said softly, his authoritative demeanor instantly dissolved. "Is this too much? We can stop, if you want, or I can blow you. I just thought you might be into this."
Well. That was kind of unexpected. And nice. It helped to know that Johnny was playing along just as much as Evan was and wouldn't start smacking him around if he took too long (Evan refused to acknowledge that he had considered the possibility, a second ago). And when he took a moment to just breathe, concentrating on the feel of Johnny's hand on his face, he thought that, yeah, he could probably be into this. Just a little anxious about having to blow Johnny, but only because he'd never done it before.
Shaking his head a little, he looked up at Johnny, trying to project some confidence with his expression. "No, I, uh, I like this," he said, blushing from having to admit it.
Johnny looked happy at that. "Ok, good, that's good," he said, still in that soothing voice. "But if you want me to stop, just say so, ok?"
Evan nodded, and Johnny's hand moved up into his hair, giving it a little tug before pulling away.
"Now get to it," Johnny said, the haughtiness back in full force and yeah, Evan definitely liked this. Taking a deep breath, he brought his hands up and unzipped Johnny's pants. Evan dragged them over Johnny's hips, catching his underwear on the way, and maneuvered both articles down Johnny's legs until they were lying on the floor.
Ok. So far, so good. Evan looked up at the other man, trying to tell himself that it was just Johnny, naked, sitting above him and ready to have his dick sucked. Nothing to have a heart attack over, or to make the breath catch in his throat, or to cause a sheen of sweat to break out over his body. Just Johnny. The same Johnny he'd wanted for years, and, by some miracle, the Johnny that seemed to want him too.
Evan leaned forward, figuring that the tip was as good a place to start as any, and he was immediately rewarded with a soft groan when he wrapped his lips around it. He started to suck, slowly easing Johnny's cock deeper into his mouth, surprised by how much he enjoyed the feel of it, hot and heavy against his tongue. He moved his head up and down, trying to remember every blowjob he'd ever been given and using that knowledge on Johnny - he thrashed his tongue around like Cindy from high school, sucked nice and hard when he got back to the tip like Tanith used to do, and when his jaw got too sore, he pulled back a little and used his hand, pressing kisses along Johnny's length the way Nastia had done that one time he convinced her to at least try it.
Johnny was moaning his head off, and damn, it sounded way better in person than it had on that video. Just listening to him had Evan hard enough to be uncomfortable, and then Johnny ran his fingers through Evan's hair and the jolt of physical contact made Evan shudder. He moved the hand that wasn't on Johnny down between his own legs, but the moment he had closed his fist around himself, Johnny yanked his hair painfully.
"Stop."
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When Evan looked up, Johnny's face was beautifully flushed, but he had a hard, calculating look in his eyes that Evan found both terrifying and kind of hot. He swallowed nervously, wondering again just how he had ended up in this situation. Johnny licked his lips slowly, deliberately, and Evan couldn't help but follow the movement with his eyes, stomach tightening in anticipation.
"Get on the bed," Johnny said after a moment, watching Evan carefully. "Face down, put your hands by your head, and don't move."
Evan did as instructed, hissing as his weight pushed his dick into the bedspread with just the right amount of pressure. He felt Johnny get off the bed and walk somewhere else in the room. Was his back turned? Evan hoped so, because he was rolling his hips against the bed before he knew it, trying frantically to relieve some of the tension before he had to lay still again.
There was a sudden stinging pain in his ass, followed by the sound of a sharp slap in the air and fuck, had Johnny just spanked him?! What the hell? Evan groaned, aroused by the thought of it almost against his will. He felt the bed dip and knew that Johnny was settling in next to him, the heat of his body burning through the skin of Evan's right hip.
"I told you not to move," Johnny growled, and Evan added that rough sound to the ever-growing list of things he didn't want to get turned on by, but was anyway. "Don't make me do it again."
Evan didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and focused on breathing, carefully ignoring how hard he was and how soft the bed underneath him was and how Johnny was moving again, running a hand down his ass to push his legs farther apart and then there was a terrible moment when Johnny wasn't touching him at all and Evan was just lying there, mind racing and legs spread and then-
Oh. Evan sighed when he felt Johnny circling his hole with a finger, the lube coating it blissfully warm. Johnny kept the circling motion up, pressing against Evan slightly but never enough to actually enter him and damn it, he should have known Johnny would be a complete tease about this.
Johnny hadn't actually said that he wasn't allowed to talk, so Evan figured he might as well take the risk - if he got spanked again, then so be it. Except that the second he turned his head to the side and opened his mouth, Johnny slid his entire finger in and Evan was too busy clutching the sheets and moaning to say anything at all.
Johnny worked his finger in and out of Evan slowly, twisting it all the way around inside of him before pulling out and sliding it in again, stretching Evan more and more each time. It was good. It was really good. Evan was grateful to Tanith for finally getting him over his discomfort involving things in his ass, but she had always done just the amount of work necessary to get the dildo to fit, and nothing more. Johnny, Evan could tell, was a fucking pro at this. He wasn't just preparing Evan to get fucked; he was caressing Evan from the inside, easing him open and blowing his mind apart at the same damn time.
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After an eternity of waiting, Johnny finally put both fingers inside, continuing the agonizingly wonderful stretching motions that he had been doing before. Evan was biting his lip now to stop himself from begging, because it was getting pretty obvious what kind of game Johnny was playing. Judging from what he'd seen on the video last night, Tanith had been in the mood for sharing details, so Johnny had to know how often Evan had gotten fucked with that strap-on, and how used to it his body was. If it had been his first time, Evan could understand Johnny taking things slowly, but this? This was just Johnny fucking with him before fucking him, and Evan was not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how well he was doing.
Which was fine, except that Johnny suddenly pressed in deep, hitting Evan's prostate like he'd known where it was all along, that bastard. Evan yelped, his hips snapping forward entirely without his consent and god, now that he'd started he couldn't stop himself. He pushed himself against the bed and back again, aching to get those fingers in deeper. He heard Johnny chuckle distantly, and wanted to tell him to shut up and keep going, but then Johnny started stroking him inside, passing his fingertips over the gland with just enough pressure to make his entire body jerk, and yes, yes, this was exactly what he needed, and he was thrusting so hard against the bed now, moaning Johnny's name over and over, and all he needed was just a little bit more...
And then Johnny pulled his fingers out entirely, ignoring Evan's anguished cry of frustration to reach over and hold his hips still, and damn it, Evan was going to kill him.
"Up on your knees," he heard Johnny say blithely, as though he hadn't just slammed Evan face first into a concrete wall.
"But why?" Evan whined, not even caring about how pathetic he must sound.
"Because," Johnny said, pushing at Evan's legs to help him get situated. "I can't let you just rub yourself off against the mattress. Where's the fun in that?"
Evan wanted to tell Johnny that his idea of fun could go fuck itself, but now that he was propped up on his knees, Johnny was touching him again, and he decided to just let it go. He took a deep, shaky breath, bracing himself with his forehead on the pillow and his hands next to his head. It was kind of weird - being forced into this position should have made him feel awkward and exposed, but it didn't. It felt like Johnny was taking care of him, and if Evan's ass had to be in the air while his face was crushed into a pillow for that to happen, well, then that was just how it was going to be.
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Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, Johnny stopped again and ok, Evan could take a lot of things, but this just wasn't fucking fair and he screamed into the pillow, surprising himself when he felt actual tears rubbing off onto the fabric.
Johnny was rubbing his back now, petting Evan's shaking shoulders gently. "Shhhhh," he was saying when Evan had calmed down enough to listen, "shhhhh, it's ok, I've got you, you're ok."
Evan gulped down some air, trying to get his breathing back under control. He felt hypersensitive, like he was aware of every inch of his skin, from the dampness on the back of his neck to the ache that was beginning in his knees, from the straining muscles in his forearms to his painfully hard cock, which was inexplicably unaffected by all the starting and stopping that Johnny had put him through. Johnny's hand was in his hair now, fingers combing through his sweaty locks, and it would have been nice if he weren't wound so tightly he was afraid he would snap.
"Johnny," Evan said plaintively, voice cracking a little and yeah, it was kind of humiliating to come apart like this in front of someone, but he knew, somehow, that Johnny would understand.
"Don't worry," Johnny said, continuing to talk even though Evan could feel him getting off the bed. "I'll give you what you want now."
Did that mean Johnny was going to fuck him? Evan hoped so, because he was too far gone and needed something, anything to hold on to.
Johnny was climbing back on the bed behind Evan now, rubbing his ass and legs in that same soothing way, and then his hands were gone and Evan heard the sound of something being torn and god, that had to have been a condom wrapper because Johnny could not fucking leave him like this...
And then Johnny was inside him, just as easy as that, and Evan must have forgotten how good it was to be filled so completely because he had never felt so perfect in his entire life. They stayed like that for a moment, Johnny's hands on his hips, and Evan let out a content sigh, feeling at peace for the first time since he'd knocked on Johnny's door that afternoon. Johnny pushed at him a little, then, getting Evan to shift his knees forward so that his ass was even higher, and Evan was going to ask Johnny what he was doing, but then Johnny pulled out and slammed back in so fast he drove Evan's face further into the pillow, which Evan was actually ok with because Johnny had just nailed his prostate again and his scream would have been a lot louder without that pillow there.
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When Evan could focus on things outside of himself again, he realized that Johnny must have come too, because he was easing out of Evan's body, and Evan was strangely ashamed to have missed it. It made him feel a little selfish, like he was too focused on his own orgasm to even care if Johnny got off or not. The thought made him frown, and as soon as he had unfolded his body and gotten under the sheets with Johnny, he grabbed the other man and held him close, sighing into his hair.
"Sorry," Evan mumbled, not sure how else he should phrase what was going on in his head.
Johnny sounded surprised when he answered, and also a little bit sad. "Sorry? What do you have to be sorry about?"
The tone of his voice made Evan look down, trying to see Johnny's face, but Johnny refused to meet his gaze.
"What's up?" he asked, feeling genuinely worried now. Had he done something wrong?
Johnny still wouldn't look at him, but as Evan watched his face nervously, he could see that Johnny was blushing.
Wait, what?
"Um, Johnny?" he tried again. "Are you, like, embarrassed or something? Because if you are, you shouldn't be. I mean, that wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but it was kind of awesome, you know?"
Johnny turned to him quickly then, giving Evan such a confused look that he couldn't help but feel proud because this time, Johnny was the one who couldn't keep up with him.
"You mean you're not mad that I basically just threw you down and had my way with you, regardless of what you might have wanted?" Johnny asked him, and wow, that almost sounded like an apology. Evan grinned.
"Nope. And I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to do it again sometime, either."
Johnny's eyes went wide at that, and Evan experienced a moment of alarm - had he given too much away? After all, just because he'd been watching Johnny for years didn't mean that Johnny wanted anything to do with him after tonight. He was well on his way to a full-on panic attack when Johnny kissed him, lingering softly, and when he pulled back there was a heartbreakingly beautiful smile on his face.
"So," Johnny began casually, "I hear you used to stare at my ass during practice sessions."
Evan groaned and covered his face with his hands, smiling despite himself when Johnny started laughing. It was too crazy to even think about, but maybe there was a chance that this thing, whatever it was, could actually work. Evan didn’t know, but he really couldn't wait to find out.
The only thing he knew for certain was that he owed Tanith big, but that would have to wait for another day.
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