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FILLED part 15

[anonymous]

Evan’s heart was beating wildly now. If Johnny hadn’t kicked him out by now, he either was going to do it or was waiting until the most humiliating possible moment to say no He could see by Johnny’s small shifts and color that he was getting turned on by this, by Evan’s complete ineptitude and helplessness here. Wasn’t that what he had been craving? Johnny in control? This was the defining moment, either he submitted to Johnny in this petty way (and Johnny was a petty bitch about so many things anyway), and find out if Johnny would fuck this twisted desire out of him, or he would refuse to come out and ask for it, Johnny would show him the door and his dignity would be intact. Right? Was there dignity in asking this waif for sex? In asking a career-defining rival to give him something he was desperate for? Or were they just two men with desires? Could Evan do this and still be himself? It was a ridiculous question. He didn’t know who the fuck he was, he only knew that the Evan he was selling to the media and world would never do this. But he would.

Evan’s face had that kind of dopey expression he seemed to favor, but Johnny could tell he was making his decision of whether or not to hand the reins to Johnny and let this happen. Johnny himself couldn’t believe that he found it so appealing. Evan had always seemed the personification of things Johnny didn’t like-consistently playing to stereotype, hell making his own stereotype just so he could play to it, constantly canned speech, studied rather than artless skating, always so perfectly toeing the line. And while there was some pleasure in the thought of being in control of that always-in-control man, the man in front of him seemed more real than that, as if this ordeal were burning through the falseness, leaving something more real. Or maybe it was backwards, because Evan said the desire was false, but his presence here, deciding to come to Johnny about it was real.

“I think I need you to have sex with me.” Evan finally said. “I mean, would you be willing to try it? I doubt I’m your type, but I think you could help me, and I don’t think I can go on like this.”

If Johnny had been in Evan’s place, asking him for sex, he probably would have tried to be sultry, coquettish, desirable. Evan didn’t seem to even think of that kind of display, just this raw invitation. Johnny wondered if this kind of honesty would continue in bed, if every movement and noise Evan made would be this unschooled, and whether that would be flattering or horrible. Well, he was about to find out.

“Okay. I’ll do it.” Johnny said, and Evan immediately looked both relieved and tense. “Is there anything you want to tell me? Something you absolutely wouldn’t do, something from these….visions you think would be particularly helpful to get rid of this….thing?”

Evan shook his head no, and Johnny could see that he was practically vibrating with tension, like a high strung horse.

“Well. Why don’t you follow me to the bedroom.” Johnny sashayed down to his room and went to the far side of the bed (neatly made) and say on it, while Evan followed and stood in the doorway. Johnny let his robe slide off, leaving him naked. Evan seemed unable to move, so he stood up and walked toward him. Evan’s breathing was noticeably faster. Johnny stood in front of him, tight, taut muscle wrapped around a thin frame and Evan couldn’t move. He took it in but didn’t know what to do. Kissing him seemed too personal, but that was the only way he knew how to start sex. So he just stared at Johnny, who now seemed incongruously tender as he raised a hand to Evan’s cheek. His fingertips barely brushed against Evan’s stubble and they both gasped.

If Johnny had doubted Evan’s story before (he hadn’t, I mean, as implausible as it seemed, it wasn’t like anything short of a cursed/magic medal would make Evan come to him for sex) the moment he touched Evan and saw what he had been laboring to describe, he was certain this was something beyond them.

Re: FILLED part 15

[anonymous]

fffffffff I'm so turned on right now! you can't stop there!