[oneshot] something sweet and almost kind
Title: something sweet and almost kind
Pairing: vague celski/ohno & lysacek/weir undertones
Rating: pg
Genre: fluff, slice-of-life, gen
Warnings: - -
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: Johnny teaches JR how to figure skate. Kind of. For one of the anons @ the winter Olympics kink meme.
“So,” JR says awkwardly the first time they meet, “you used to be an equestrian or something, right?” He snaps his mouth shut right after he speaks. They’re in the lounge at the Village after practice, the night before the opening ceremony, Evan sitting on the sofa to his right and babbling about some routine that he’s been perfecting just for the free skate next week.
Johnny smiles prettily at the attention and flips his hair back; JR blanches a little bit, all adolescent embarrassment and hesitance. “Yes,” he replies, “but that was a long time ago. Why?”
JR shrugs and crosses his arms against his chest, a kind of faraway look entering his eyes, like the one Johnny gets whenever he skates. “I just like talking to people who’ve made the transition from one particular sport to another, you know? Like it’s different for us because we’ve had some outside motivating factor that was so great that we decided to change what we really wanted to do at such a young age. Or something,” he ends, with a lame flap of his hand. “Sorry, I kind of ranted at you.”
Johnny pats him on the arm. “You’re a good kid,” he says, voice smooth and placid, grinning up at him. “Have you ever considered trying out figure skating?” From the side, Evan coughs and says something about blatant recruiting underneath his breath.
JR doesn’t seem to hear him but he still gapes at Johnny’s abrupt change in topic. “Oh God, I can’t spin or jump to save my life.” He scratches the back of his head uncomfortably. “I guess it’d be fun to learn though, I’m always up for trying new stuff out.”
“Good then,” Johnny says, flicking stray hair out of his eyes again. “After everything wraps up next weekend we should go to the rink together when you’re free.”
A uncertain look crosses JR’s face and he blinks a couple of times before nodding slowly. “That’d... be great!” There’s a buzzing noise from his pocket and the speed skater digs his phone out, scanning the screen. “Sorry,” he says with an apologetic expression. “Apolo wants me to help him pick out Oakleys for Saturday.” He smiles at Johnny’s raised eyebrows. “I don’t know, he’s a little strange. I’ll talk to you later!”
He laughs when JR’s gone and Evan shakes his head. “Don’t even think about it,” he lectures, and Johnny rolls his eyes. “You know how he is with his protégé.”
“Did not know you were such an uptight douche,” he returns, smirking at the scowl that appears on Evan’s face. “I’m not going to try anything, okay? Happy?”
Evan grumbles a little bit, but then Johnny distracts him with figure skating talk and it’s never brought up again.
- -
He’s doing rudimentary training at the Pacific Coliseum on the morning of the 24th when he spots JR coming down from the bleachers, hopping over the railing with a sports bag thrown over his shoulder.
“Hey, Patrick told me you were here,” the kid says, and it’s about just as awkward as day one, even though they’ve eaten together and chilled in the lounge with the others plenty of times in between.
JR unzips his bag and pulls out a pair of speed skates, slipping them on before joining him on the ice. Johnny looks him over with a critical eye. “What are you doing?”
JR freezes. “Didn’t you...” he falters, “didn’t you say you’d teach me how to spin?”
Johnny sighs in his usual melodramatic fashion and skates over to the sliding door of the rink. “And you think those things of yours are going to help you out with that?” JR looks at his skates and a look of dawning comprehension slides over his face.
“Lucky for you,” Johnny says, grabbing his own casual bag (studded sequins and all) and shuffling through it until he finds another pair of figure skates, “I have an extra pair, though they might not fit very well.” He hands them to JR with a flamboyant flourish before skating away, executing a triple spin on his way to the center.
When he turns around again, JR’s blushing and looking ridiculously out of place in hot pink skates that are probably two sizes too big for him. But his skating is still simple and fluid on the ice, no wasted movement or superfluous extravagance that Johnny concedes is probably an integral part of his own sport.
“Okay,” he claps his hands together and JR’s head jerks up. Behind him, other early risers are taking advantage of the rink to train; he sees Tessa and Scott coming through the door, along with a couple of the Korean speed skaters and Kim Yuna. “I’ll make this quick.”
He glides through a simple routine while he speaks. “This is the two-foot spin. It’s relatively easy and shouldn’t take you that long to learn.” JR nods when he explains the steps, taking in every word he says with wide eyes as Johnny spins lazy loops around him. He trips over his first attempt and lands flat on his butt, sliding across the ice with a small frown marring his features.
It works on his shaky second try and there’s a bright expression on his face; in the back of Johnny’s mind he remembers beat-up inlines in the basement of his old house and used figure skates and that frozen cornfield in Pennsylvania. A yelp interrupts his thoughts and he watches as JR somehow ends up in a heap at the edge of the rink.
He snorts before he can help himself. “You’re so uncoordinated for a skater,” and JR glares up at him, bits of frost sticking to his left cheek where it slid against the ground. One of the Koreans is giving them a curious look and Yuna’s watching them with a lopsided grin; he gives her a quick wink. They try a few more things, Johnny barking orders like “keep your chest up” and “pull your arms in” and “don’t you dare spin on the blade’s toepick, those are my skates you’re using.” JR’s a good student, willing and eager to learn; suddenly, Johnny finds himself envying Apolo and the mentor relationship that the two speed skaters share.
He snaps himself out of it and helps JR up from where he’s sprawled on the ground again. By the end of it all, a good two hours have elapsed and JR’s panting into the cold air, hands braced on his knees. “Good effort, kid,” Johnny says, patting JR on the shoulder as he leans against the wall of the rink. “Now shoo, I need to train and you probably need to go wake Apolo up or something, the lazy bum.”
JR just shakes his head and smiles at him, waving as he leaves, slipping the skates off and piling them in typical messy teenager fashion next to Johnny’s bag. For the rest of the day, there’s an inexplicable smile playing on his lips whenever he thinks about it.
Pairing: vague celski/ohno & lysacek/weir undertones
Rating: pg
Genre: fluff, slice-of-life, gen
Warnings: - -
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: Johnny teaches JR how to figure skate. Kind of. For one of the anons @ the winter Olympics kink meme.
“So,” JR says awkwardly the first time they meet, “you used to be an equestrian or something, right?” He snaps his mouth shut right after he speaks. They’re in the lounge at the Village after practice, the night before the opening ceremony, Evan sitting on the sofa to his right and babbling about some routine that he’s been perfecting just for the free skate next week.
Johnny smiles prettily at the attention and flips his hair back; JR blanches a little bit, all adolescent embarrassment and hesitance. “Yes,” he replies, “but that was a long time ago. Why?”
JR shrugs and crosses his arms against his chest, a kind of faraway look entering his eyes, like the one Johnny gets whenever he skates. “I just like talking to people who’ve made the transition from one particular sport to another, you know? Like it’s different for us because we’ve had some outside motivating factor that was so great that we decided to change what we really wanted to do at such a young age. Or something,” he ends, with a lame flap of his hand. “Sorry, I kind of ranted at you.”
Johnny pats him on the arm. “You’re a good kid,” he says, voice smooth and placid, grinning up at him. “Have you ever considered trying out figure skating?” From the side, Evan coughs and says something about blatant recruiting underneath his breath.
JR doesn’t seem to hear him but he still gapes at Johnny’s abrupt change in topic. “Oh God, I can’t spin or jump to save my life.” He scratches the back of his head uncomfortably. “I guess it’d be fun to learn though, I’m always up for trying new stuff out.”
“Good then,” Johnny says, flicking stray hair out of his eyes again. “After everything wraps up next weekend we should go to the rink together when you’re free.”
A uncertain look crosses JR’s face and he blinks a couple of times before nodding slowly. “That’d... be great!” There’s a buzzing noise from his pocket and the speed skater digs his phone out, scanning the screen. “Sorry,” he says with an apologetic expression. “Apolo wants me to help him pick out Oakleys for Saturday.” He smiles at Johnny’s raised eyebrows. “I don’t know, he’s a little strange. I’ll talk to you later!”
He laughs when JR’s gone and Evan shakes his head. “Don’t even think about it,” he lectures, and Johnny rolls his eyes. “You know how he is with his protégé.”
“Did not know you were such an uptight douche,” he returns, smirking at the scowl that appears on Evan’s face. “I’m not going to try anything, okay? Happy?”
Evan grumbles a little bit, but then Johnny distracts him with figure skating talk and it’s never brought up again.
- -
He’s doing rudimentary training at the Pacific Coliseum on the morning of the 24th when he spots JR coming down from the bleachers, hopping over the railing with a sports bag thrown over his shoulder.
“Hey, Patrick told me you were here,” the kid says, and it’s about just as awkward as day one, even though they’ve eaten together and chilled in the lounge with the others plenty of times in between.
JR unzips his bag and pulls out a pair of speed skates, slipping them on before joining him on the ice. Johnny looks him over with a critical eye. “What are you doing?”
JR freezes. “Didn’t you...” he falters, “didn’t you say you’d teach me how to spin?”
Johnny sighs in his usual melodramatic fashion and skates over to the sliding door of the rink. “And you think those things of yours are going to help you out with that?” JR looks at his skates and a look of dawning comprehension slides over his face.
“Lucky for you,” Johnny says, grabbing his own casual bag (studded sequins and all) and shuffling through it until he finds another pair of figure skates, “I have an extra pair, though they might not fit very well.” He hands them to JR with a flamboyant flourish before skating away, executing a triple spin on his way to the center.
When he turns around again, JR’s blushing and looking ridiculously out of place in hot pink skates that are probably two sizes too big for him. But his skating is still simple and fluid on the ice, no wasted movement or superfluous extravagance that Johnny concedes is probably an integral part of his own sport.
“Okay,” he claps his hands together and JR’s head jerks up. Behind him, other early risers are taking advantage of the rink to train; he sees Tessa and Scott coming through the door, along with a couple of the Korean speed skaters and Kim Yuna. “I’ll make this quick.”
He glides through a simple routine while he speaks. “This is the two-foot spin. It’s relatively easy and shouldn’t take you that long to learn.” JR nods when he explains the steps, taking in every word he says with wide eyes as Johnny spins lazy loops around him. He trips over his first attempt and lands flat on his butt, sliding across the ice with a small frown marring his features.
It works on his shaky second try and there’s a bright expression on his face; in the back of Johnny’s mind he remembers beat-up inlines in the basement of his old house and used figure skates and that frozen cornfield in Pennsylvania. A yelp interrupts his thoughts and he watches as JR somehow ends up in a heap at the edge of the rink.
He snorts before he can help himself. “You’re so uncoordinated for a skater,” and JR glares up at him, bits of frost sticking to his left cheek where it slid against the ground. One of the Koreans is giving them a curious look and Yuna’s watching them with a lopsided grin; he gives her a quick wink. They try a few more things, Johnny barking orders like “keep your chest up” and “pull your arms in” and “don’t you dare spin on the blade’s toepick, those are my skates you’re using.” JR’s a good student, willing and eager to learn; suddenly, Johnny finds himself envying Apolo and the mentor relationship that the two speed skaters share.
He snaps himself out of it and helps JR up from where he’s sprawled on the ground again. By the end of it all, a good two hours have elapsed and JR’s panting into the cold air, hands braced on his knees. “Good effort, kid,” Johnny says, patting JR on the shoulder as he leans against the wall of the rink. “Now shoo, I need to train and you probably need to go wake Apolo up or something, the lazy bum.”
JR just shakes his head and smiles at him, waving as he leaves, slipping the skates off and piling them in typical messy teenager fashion next to Johnny’s bag. For the rest of the day, there’s an inexplicable smile playing on his lips whenever he thinks about it.