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Filled! Part 5

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Johnny texts Evan to see if he's home because he's not going to be a complete fool and just show up unannounced. By the time he pulls his car into Evan's driveway, it's nightfall. Evan opens the door and Johnny's breath catches in his throat because he doesn't really know what he is doing here but maybe he just got his answer from the way his heart rate has increased.

Evan lets him in and offers him something to drink. They settle into their usual uncomfortable silence in the kitchen. Johnny doesn't know how to play this, but thankfully Evan speaks first.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” Evan challenges.

“What's the real reason you aren't going to Worlds?” Johnny counters and immediately regrets it. But old habits die hard he supposes. Evan glares at him.

“You know I have scheduling conflicts,” he says coldly. Johnny wants to ask if it's because Evan's scared. He knows the pressure must be unreal, and if Evan went and didn't do well, it would be bad. And Johnny wants to say he understands, he's felt that pressure before, but he doesn't know how to say that.

“So you say,” Johnny says and he doesn't really mean it but god it's like he doesn't know how to stop this madness.

“Why are you such a bitch?” Evan snaps and it sets Johnny off. He shoves Evan hard and makes a disgusted face. The only problem is Evan has several inches on Johnny and is considerably stronger, and suddenly Johnny is slammed up against the counter, a sharp pain coursing through his lower back.

Evan actually snarls in Johnny's face and Johnny becomes acutely aware of their position. He struggles briefly, trapped by Evan. Johnny rolls his hips and a jolt of pleasure spikes through him. He does it again and both of them are breathing a little bit harder than normal. Johnny glances up at Evan through his lashes and is surprised to find Evan's eyes closed, his face no longer contorted in rage. Johnny bucks twice and Evan lets out something between a groan and a growl.

Johnny's head is spinning and Evan's hand is gripping Johnny's hip so tightly it almost hurts. Johnny rolls his hips experimentally some more and it's like they were never fighting in the first place. Johnny doesn't really know where this is going but he can feel the pleasant pressure building. Then Evan's hand stills Johnny and Evan lets out a slow shaky sigh.

“You should go,” he says. It feels like someone just sucker punched Johnny in the stomach. Johnny lets out a little maniacal laugh, and all this limbs feel weird and fluid. He just nods and leaves without saying another word. He doesn't look back when he drives away.

Johnny goes to Worlds and does well. In fact, he does well enough to reach the podium, not at the top, but it's good enough for him. He does not think about or contact Evan the whole time. When Johnny gets home safe and sound, it takes him four days to crack and text Evan. Evan never responds.

Twenty-seven texts, three phone calls, and nine days later, Evan still hasn't responded. Johnny feels worried for a while before he realizes that Evan is avoiding him. And for some reason, that hurts more than it should. Johnny hopes Evan isn't having a big gay freakout. Except he's pretty sure Evan swings both ways. So maybe he's just having a big maybe-I'm-attracted-to-Johnny-fucking-Weir freakout. Considering Johnny's freakout took about a month, he really hopes that's not what's happening. Because Johnny does not really want to wait a month to have sex.

Johnny is really fucked.