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Figure Skating Post!
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Even though he's in Johnny's body, watching this feels like watching an Evan Lysacek program. It's the way Evan skates, like he knows he's not going to make any mistakes, and because of that, Johnny believes it too. God, the judges must be dying over this. Johnny has a triple-double combination choreographed, but Evan makes it a triple-triple, and in the bonus too. Watching him makes Johnny ache with something that it takes him a second to identify as envy. He knows exactly what Evan's feeling, that feeling of skating your best and knowing that you're absolutely killing it, and it's been way too fucking long since Johnny's felt it himself, in his body or otherwise. His vision blurs over a little as he watches Evan spin, and by the time Evan finishes his program, his hands are shaking. It was really fucking good.
He watches as Evan skates over to the boards, and then he has to turn away, his throat closing up, as Galina holds her arms out to him. He realizes that at some point his hands clenched into fists, and his nails dig into his palms as Evan walks over to the kiss and cry and waits for his scores.
They're really good. They're deservedly good. It was an amazing program, the program Johnny should have skated, the program he's been envisioning himself skating all season.
Evan's in first.
Johnny hears the announcement, but he can't look at Evan's face to see how he reacts. He turns on his heel and walks back into the locker room, and at least the look on his face is probably how Evan would look if Johnny came out of nowhere and took gold. At least he doesn't have to pretend to be okay.
Holy shit. Johnny took gold. Or everyone thinks he did. He has to sit down-no, he has to be alone. He slips into the bathroom attached to the locker room, shuts himself into a stall and leans his forehead against the cool wall, trying to still the frantic beating of his heart. Holy shit.
After a few minutes-maybe more, Johnny can't really keep track of time right now-he hears the sounds of someone stumbling in after him. He tries to listen and figure out who it is but suddenly he can't pay attention because his skin is heating up. At first he thinks he's just flushing red from anger, but the heat is too insistent, prickling up under his pores. His fingertips and toes start tingling like they've fallen asleep, and the tingles start moving up his arms and legs. This is definitely not normal. Johnny squeezes his eyes shut and braces himself against the wall, but it hurts, the tingling, and it's taking over his entire body. He waits it out, clenching his muscles, tensing up all over, and he can feel himself moving downward, shifting shape. Slowly, the tingles recede, the heat cools and his head clears, and he notices that the costume he was wearing is too big on him.
Oh, God. Of course this would happen now, he thinks, it's fucking brutal. He slowly opens the stall door and there, yeah, there's Evan Lysacek standing there, actual real live Evan Lysacek in his own actual body, Johnny's costume tight on him, looking blankly shocked.
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"Johnny." Evan swallows and his eyes glance up and down Johnny's body.
Johnny has no idea which of the five million things he wants to say should come first, so he just opens his mouth and speaks without thinking. "You-why are you even in here, you should be out there, you won-"
"I didn't-I started feeling weird so I thought I should get out of the public eye, and anyway I didn't win-"
"Yes, you did," Johnny says. He can feel his pulse pounding in his temples so hard it's giving him a headache. Being back in his own body feels strange, like seeing someone you haven't seen in years. It's familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, and Johnny wants to be able to pretend that the last few days never happened, that he still has time to run out in his own body and do his routine over again.
"I didn't," Evan says in a low voice. "I think I get it."
"You get what?" Johnny wants to snap at him, but he's still too shaken.
"The thing she said, the woman," Evan says. "She said something about, like-winning and glory not going hand in hand, that I should learn to value one but not the other. I won, but I don't get any glory for it."
Johnny had been feeling scattered, but this suddenly whips him into hot, focused anger. He can feel himself flush with it, for real this time, the heat starting in his chest and creeping up his neck.
"So that's it," he says. "This is all about you, some big punishment for you."
"I guess it must be," Evan says, and Johnny's hands start shaking again.
"What about me?" he says, trying to contain himself.
"I don't know," Evan says, and Johnny grabs him and shoves him back against the sinks. Or at least he tries to, but he's forgotten that he's shorter and smaller again, so Evan just kind of stumbles back in surprise. But Johnny can see from the look in his eyes that Evan's seen exactly how angry Johnny is right now, and he looks-startled, but also slightly scared, and Johnny actually feels his dick twitch at the sight.
Evan's still slightly out of breath, maybe from skating. And now Johnny can finally look at Evan and actually see Evan, his long muscled body, the body that Johnny's become intimately familiar with. He remembers how it feels, Evan's warm skin and the feel of Evan's cock in his hand.
"I'm sorry," Evan mumbles, and it just makes Johnny angrier, so he twists his hand into Evan's costume, pulls him forward and crushes their mouths together. Evan makes a surprised sound but opens his mouth almost immediately, hot and wet against Johnny's, and slides his tongue into Johnny's mouth. Johnny bites down, and Evan groans and shifts against him. It's sensory overload, Johnny trying to get used to being back in his body and so fucking furious with Evan and feeling Evan's body heat against him. He lets go of Evan's costume and grips Evan's sides hard, trying to hurt him in any way possible, and Evan tries to thrust against him but Johnny pushes him away. Evan hits the counter behind him and gasps a little into Johnny's mouth, and it makes Johnny even harder.
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"Shut up, shut the fuck up," Johnny says. He bites down on Evan's lower lip and grinds into him, and Evan groans.
"God, Johnny," he says, "fuck-"
"Stop fucking talking," Johnny says, "I'm serious." He pinches Evan's side, and Evan makes a choked sound.
Evan looks ridiculous in Johnny's costume now, anyway-if it was any material but spandex it would have split open, but it's just getting stretched out. Johnny kisses him again, hard, and moves one of his hands up and around behind Evan's neck to pull the zipper down. Evan pulls his arms out of the costume, letting Johnny pull it down to his hips, and then wraps his ridiculous long arms around to unzip Johnny's. Johnny helps him get it off-it's much easier, since it's much looser than what Evan is wearing. Evan's feet are much bigger than his too, so his skates just slide off, and when he's down to his briefs he says, "Get on your knees."
Evan looks up at him, startled, his eyes wide and dark. "I-"
"Get down," Johnny says, his voice low. Evan shuts his mouth, swallows and drops down to the floor.
Johnny wishes he could brace himself against something, but the stalls are too far back and Evan's on his knees right here in front of him. He twists a hand into Evan's hair and pulls his face forward, towards the bulge in his briefs. He can feel Evan's breath, shaky, on his upper thighs.
Evan carefully raises his hands and slowly pulls down Johnny's briefs, easing them over Johnny's erection, looking up at Johnny to check with him. Johnny nods. Evan looks back down, and Johnny waits, but Evan just kneels there, hesitating. Johnny twists his hand into Evan's hair harder, and Evan winces.
"I, um," he rasps, his voice quiet. "I don't-I don't know what I'm doing."
It's such an absurd thing in such an absurd moment, and Johnny shouldn't find it so hot, the idea of Evan totally clueless but willing to do this for him.
"Just try," Johnny says, and Evan nods wordlessly. He reaches a hand up and wraps his fingers around Johnny's cock, and then leans in and parts his lips and sucks the tip into his mouth.
Johnny breathes in sharply, trying not to move his hips. Evan's tongue is tentative and unsure, licking down his cock. Johnny can't get over the sight of Evan between his legs, his dark hair brushing against Johnny's thighs as he starts really sucking, taking Johnny in as far as he can, mouth hot and eager.
"Evan," Johnny says, tugging on his hair, "Evan, Jesus..."
Evan moans a little around Johnny's cock, and it makes Johnny's breath catch. It feels amazing to be back in his own body, to feel Evan's mouth on his skin and know that it's his skin. Evan slides his mouth up and down Johnny's shaft, and then he does something with his tongue that makes Johnny's hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing into Evan's mouth. Evan gags, pulling off to cough into his hand, and Johnny lets go of his hair, waiting for him to recover.
"Sorry," Evan mutters, his face red, and Johnny wants to kick him, but he suppresses it.
"Don't fucking apologize," he says. "God, could you stop being infuriating for like one second and get your mouth back on my dick."
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Johnny tries to catch his breath, coming down slowly. He sinks down to his knees, to Evan's level, and Evan reaches for his shoulders and pulls him in to kiss. Johnny can taste himself in Evan's mouth, and he feels completely off-balance.
After a minute, Evan pulls back. "Fuck," he says, his voice cracking. "Fuck, Johnny, we have to-"
"I know, I know," Johnny says, but he doesn't move. Evan does, though, moving back further and starting to untie his skates.
"Come on," he says, "you have to change and go out there, everyone's probably wondering what the hell you're doing in here with me."
Right, Johnny thinks, because he went into the bathroom as Evan, and then Evan came after him as Johnny, and now he's going to come out as Johnny, and this is ridiculously complicated. His head hurts.
"Shit, Evan," he says. "You won a fucking gold medal."
"No, you did," Evan says. "Come on, it'll be okay, just hug everyone and look happy and we can talk about it later."
Johnny looks at him, unable to even respond. Evan gets his skates off and peels off the rest of Johnny's costume, the costume that Stephanie designed for Johnny to skate in at Worlds. He gets it off, and bunches it up in his hands.
"Johnny," Evan says, holding out the costume. Everyone's going to address him as Johnny now. Okay. Right. He grabs the costume, and starts getting himself ready to walk out.
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I AM SO HAPPY YOU UPDATED AND I AM SO HAPPY THIS FIC EXISTS AND HGG$^FGHSJ%&*YHIUJFH YOU ARE AWESOOOOOOOOME
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MY
GOD
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D: I love this so much!
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.......nope, still not coherent.
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But, oh, Johnny. This hurts so much even to think about. D:
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...but it also hurts me on such a deep level. My heart is just completely broken for Johnny here ;______;
SO YEAH, THIS IS GREAT BUT I'M SAD NOW. YOU ARE SO GOOD, ANON, SO. GOOD.
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Oh and, you know. The sex was smokin' hot, too. :D
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I CAN'T EVAN DESCRIBE HOW MUCH THIS IS HAS IMPROVED MY MORNING
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