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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... )
Eventually, it had gotten so bad he'd tried to pass it off as a joke, holding the gold medal in front of his crotch and announcing to a busty blond, "Kiss my medal" and waggling his eyebrows.
He was pretty sure those mascara stains from her laughter-induced tears would be pretty hard to scrub off. It was small consolation for such humiliation.
Morosely, Evan shuffled down the hall towards his room, passing fellow skater Johnny Weir as he did so. Weir looked incredibly frustrated, much like Evan still was. He must not be getting any either, Evan thought with no small measure of vindictive pleasure. Johnny sometimes was the bane of his existence.
"Hey, Weir," he called, wanting to rub some salt into a wound that must be smarting just as much- if not more than- his own. Johnny always gave off the appearance of being the type that got laid often when not competing.
Johnny stopped and turned to glare at him, one eyebrow arched. He actually looked venomous for once. Automatically, Evan felt a twinge of guilt for what he had been about to do, and decided to play this whole awkward scene off as a joke.
Whipping out his medal, he said,"Kiss my medal, Johnny" and waggled his eyebrows. For a long moment, Johnny just stared at him, then burst out laughing. He laughed until he cried, face turning purple. At first, Evan snickered along, but when Johnny practically stopped breathing, mouth hanging open and tears streaming down his face, he grew annoyed.
"Knock it off, Johnny. It wasn't that funny."
"Oh, God," the other wheezed, hardly able to look at him without laughing more. "Are you serious?"
"Uh, no,"Evan said, mostly truthfully. He had been serious earlier, but obviously that wasn't the case now.
Johnny finally straightened, wiping tears from his eyes. "You are one sad man, Lysacek. What were you thinking?"
Evan, still wrapped up in his memories of earlier, muttered,"That I wanted a blow job."
Johnny snorted, but barely withheld the explosion of laughter with a look from Evan. "Good luck with that, Lysacek." He snickered, walkign away.
As he went, Evan heard some muttered phrases in both English and Russian that he was sure weren't totally complimentary, and more laughter. He felt a bit annoyed with Weir (he wasn't an "innocent", thank you very much), but was mostly puzzling over a strange sense of regret and disappointment.
Shaking it off, one frustrated Lysacek returned to his dorm, wondering what an Olympian had to do to get laid around here.
A/N: I hope this was ok. *hides*
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a strange sense of regret and disappointment
the source of which he doesn't even know what that is!
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Yeah, Evan makes me laugh for some reason. And he's totally after Johnny in this fic. He just doesn't know it.
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I love his awkwardness, sadly I can somewhat relate to it, and you wrote well the processes your minds goes through when faced with potentially embarassing situations you just kinda threw yourself intoXD
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Thank you so much for the praise. I'm glad you liked it. Oh, yeah, I am one of the most awkward people ever. It wasn't hard to write Evan's awkwardness. : )
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