Aftermath for the fs_exchange community!
Author: theatresweety
Title: Aftermath
Recipient: the fs_exchange community
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Wordcount: 1514
Warnings: A teeny bit of language
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta, perdiccas!!! Hopefully this story is as much fun to read as it was to write! Enjoy!
Summary: Johnny huffed, rolling his eyes. This was what they did. Him and Evan. They argued, they bickered, the fought back and forth. It was a rivalry though, what else were they supposed to do?
“You're just freaked out because your closet gay self doesn't know how to react to being alone in a room with me.”
Anytime anybody pulls you down, anytime anybody says you're not allowed, just remember that you're not alone."
-Adam Lambert, Aftermath
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The harsh glow of his laptop screen was the only thing keeping Evan awake. Or, at least that was what he told himself. What he didn’t want to admit was how the medal, now safely stowed away in his luggage still hung heavily around his neck. How even in its absence, he could still feel its weight. How even more than that he could feel a weight resting entirely on his shoulders.
An Olympic gold was incredible, what he and all of his fellow competitors had striven for and dreamed of their entire lives. But what they didn't tell him growing up, or as he whiled away his childhood on the ice, was how lonely it was at the top. When all his time was spent practicing jumps and spins and honing footwork, there wasn't much time for a real life or for anything or anyone off the ice.
As he sat in his room in the Olympic village, his angular face illuminated by the light from his computer, Evan wondered what he was going to do next. Now that he'd achieved his life-long dream did he keep skating, or did he announce his retirement and end with a bang? More presently than that, what good was a gold medal when he had no one to share it with? What fun was being the best when everyone around him, even some of his own team-mates, didn't think he deserved it?
Evan wasn’t expecting the knock on the door but ignoring it didn’t make it go away. Who could possibly want him so badly that they came knocking at 2am? Wasn't everyone else out partying? Evan set his laptop aside and took a few long strides across the room to the door, silently praying that it wasn't Nastia or his mother or sisters wanting him to come out. He couldn't handle that tonight.
Who he saw on the other side of the door as it opened completely shocked him. “Johnny? What are you--?”
“Look,” the other skater began, looking side to side nervously as if he was being watched. “I don't want anyone to know I'm here so can we just move this inside?”
Without waiting for a reply, Johnny pushed past the taller man and into his room. Evan was left blinking out into the now empty hall until Johnny shut the door and cleared his throat.
“So as I was saying... I don't really want anyone knowing I'm here but I kinda wanted to congratulate you. You know, on the gold medal thing...” Johnny shifted his weight between his feet, looking down at his hands and then back up at Evan almost defiantly.
For a moment, Evan was truly at a loss for words. “It's... well, thanks.”
“What? Had so many people congratulate you tonight that you forget how?” snapped Johnny in the same tone that was usually reserved for their on camera confrontations.
The sharpness brought Evan back to reality and his face hardened as he looked the shorter skater over skeptically “No, but most other people just tell me with a smile and move on, they don't force their way into my room at 2 in the morning.”
Johnny huffed, rolling his eyes. This was what they did. They argued, they bickered, the fought back and forth. It was a rivalry though, what else were they supposed to do?
“You're just freaked out because your closet gay self doesn't know how to react to being alone in a room with me.”
Evan shook his head. He shouldn't even dignify that with a response, but he knew staying silent would only add fuel to Johnny's fire. “Do you know how juvenile you sound?”
“Oh, look, someone's been cracking open a dictionary! Who knew you could use such big words? I didn't think they programmed you that way, did they, mongoose?” His last few words were accentuated by the angry set of his eyes and the slight tip of his head.
Evan bristled a bit at the old nickname. “Not all of us can spend our free time throwing makeup parties and designing freaky skating costumes, swan.”
Johnny glared at him then, fists clenching at his sides. “Don't you dare bring my costumes into this.”
“I can't help it. They're just too crazy not to bring up. I mean, rhinestones and fur?”
“Some of us don't have to pretend to be so hetero it hurts. Oh, wait, that's the neon glow from the spray tan. Has anyone ever told you that you're orange, Lysacek?”
“Why does everyone, think I spray tan? I live in LA! I get a lot of sun,” he said, voice going up a bit as he defended his skin tone.
“Gee, I don't know. Maybe because you're orange?” Johnny countered, “You look like you rolled in a bag of Doritos, no... no, Cheetos. Have you even looked in a mirror in two years?”
“Sorry, I don't like to stare at myself in the mirror like you do. I'm not that vain.”
“You know what? I came here as a favor. I wanted to be a good teammate and tell you congratulations even if I do think Plushenko should have gotten that gold. I came because it was the right thing to do and what happens? I get yelled at by a giant Cheeto-colored robot!” That last phrase was punctuated by an angry shove to Evan's chest as he pushed by.
Johnny didn't even make it to the door. He quickly found himself shoved up against the wall. Evan towered over him, glaring down into those lively green eyes. There was an anger, but more importantly, an intensity lurking in Evan's brown orbs that made Johnny's breath hitch. At least he told himself it was just the eyes and not the fact that Evan Lysacek had him pressed up against a wall, lips inches from his.
“I earned that medal, Weir. I worked my ass off and I don't care if I didn't do a quad. I won with a clean program and personally, I think the fact that I could win without a fucking quad is pretty damn impressive.”
Before Johnny even had time to think, his lips were being claimed by Evans in an angry, yet passionate kiss. So maybe all the rivalry and all the tension had become a little more than just fuel for them to be better skaters.
It was only a beat before Johnny returned the kiss, his fingers winding their way into Evan's dark locks, his lips fighting against the taller man’s for control, but Johnny wasn’t going to submit that easily. Especially not to that mongoose of a man above him that was currently doing wonderful things with his mouth.
A groan filled the air and neither man was really sure who it belonged to but neither really cared. The crash of lips, teeth, tongues and the pull of hair, as well as the feel of toned abs, chests and arms pressing together, and that glorious grind of their hips were all consuming.
When they finally broke apart both men were left panting for breath. Evan let his forehead rest against Johnny's, feeling the smaller man’s leg hook around his, his hands still in his hair.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Johnny inquired but it wasn't as teasing or as anger-inspiring as usual. It was more... shocked and awed. Evan only grinned a bit, letting them enjoy the moment.
“I thought you were strictly hetero...” That was the teasing tone now. Evan recognized that one so well he didn't even have to look Johnny in the eyes to know he was grinning.
“Oh shut up,” he said, letting his lips brush softly over Johnny's.
Johnny shivered a little, melting further into the wall behind him and the tall athlete in front. “Going to give me a reason to?”
“Gladly,” came Evan's quick reply as he hooked his large hands under Johnny's legs and lifted him easily off the ground. He gave a pointed grind of his hips, just enough to make the other man moan, before smirking and pressing him further back into the wall.
Evan’s long, surprisingly nimble fingers began their work on Johnny’s scarf, the buttons of his shirt and most importantly the hem of his shirt. It didn't take him long to have Johnny's naked chest bared before his hungry brown eyes.
“God, you're so slow. This isn't teasing, this is just sad... I want you to fuck me already!” Johnny exclaimed in frustration. So yeah, he was definitely turned on.
Evan smirked, staring down on him. If that's what Johnny wanted then who was he to keep it from him? So, Evan obliged, only momentarily mulling the idea of wearing his medal while he did.
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Title: Aftermath
Recipient: the fs_exchange community
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe)
Wordcount: 1514
Warnings: A teeny bit of language
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta, perdiccas!!! Hopefully this story is as much fun to read as it was to write! Enjoy!
Summary: Johnny huffed, rolling his eyes. This was what they did. Him and Evan. They argued, they bickered, the fought back and forth. It was a rivalry though, what else were they supposed to do?
“You're just freaked out because your closet gay self doesn't know how to react to being alone in a room with me.”
Anytime anybody pulls you down, anytime anybody says you're not allowed, just remember that you're not alone."
-Adam Lambert, Aftermath
* * *
The harsh glow of his laptop screen was the only thing keeping Evan awake. Or, at least that was what he told himself. What he didn’t want to admit was how the medal, now safely stowed away in his luggage still hung heavily around his neck. How even in its absence, he could still feel its weight. How even more than that he could feel a weight resting entirely on his shoulders.
An Olympic gold was incredible, what he and all of his fellow competitors had striven for and dreamed of their entire lives. But what they didn't tell him growing up, or as he whiled away his childhood on the ice, was how lonely it was at the top. When all his time was spent practicing jumps and spins and honing footwork, there wasn't much time for a real life or for anything or anyone off the ice.
As he sat in his room in the Olympic village, his angular face illuminated by the light from his computer, Evan wondered what he was going to do next. Now that he'd achieved his life-long dream did he keep skating, or did he announce his retirement and end with a bang? More presently than that, what good was a gold medal when he had no one to share it with? What fun was being the best when everyone around him, even some of his own team-mates, didn't think he deserved it?
Evan wasn’t expecting the knock on the door but ignoring it didn’t make it go away. Who could possibly want him so badly that they came knocking at 2am? Wasn't everyone else out partying? Evan set his laptop aside and took a few long strides across the room to the door, silently praying that it wasn't Nastia or his mother or sisters wanting him to come out. He couldn't handle that tonight.
Who he saw on the other side of the door as it opened completely shocked him. “Johnny? What are you--?”
“Look,” the other skater began, looking side to side nervously as if he was being watched. “I don't want anyone to know I'm here so can we just move this inside?”
Without waiting for a reply, Johnny pushed past the taller man and into his room. Evan was left blinking out into the now empty hall until Johnny shut the door and cleared his throat.
“So as I was saying... I don't really want anyone knowing I'm here but I kinda wanted to congratulate you. You know, on the gold medal thing...” Johnny shifted his weight between his feet, looking down at his hands and then back up at Evan almost defiantly.
For a moment, Evan was truly at a loss for words. “It's... well, thanks.”
“What? Had so many people congratulate you tonight that you forget how?” snapped Johnny in the same tone that was usually reserved for their on camera confrontations.
The sharpness brought Evan back to reality and his face hardened as he looked the shorter skater over skeptically “No, but most other people just tell me with a smile and move on, they don't force their way into my room at 2 in the morning.”
Johnny huffed, rolling his eyes. This was what they did. They argued, they bickered, the fought back and forth. It was a rivalry though, what else were they supposed to do?
“You're just freaked out because your closet gay self doesn't know how to react to being alone in a room with me.”
Evan shook his head. He shouldn't even dignify that with a response, but he knew staying silent would only add fuel to Johnny's fire. “Do you know how juvenile you sound?”
“Oh, look, someone's been cracking open a dictionary! Who knew you could use such big words? I didn't think they programmed you that way, did they, mongoose?” His last few words were accentuated by the angry set of his eyes and the slight tip of his head.
Evan bristled a bit at the old nickname. “Not all of us can spend our free time throwing makeup parties and designing freaky skating costumes, swan.”
Johnny glared at him then, fists clenching at his sides. “Don't you dare bring my costumes into this.”
“I can't help it. They're just too crazy not to bring up. I mean, rhinestones and fur?”
“Some of us don't have to pretend to be so hetero it hurts. Oh, wait, that's the neon glow from the spray tan. Has anyone ever told you that you're orange, Lysacek?”
“Why does everyone, think I spray tan? I live in LA! I get a lot of sun,” he said, voice going up a bit as he defended his skin tone.
“Gee, I don't know. Maybe because you're orange?” Johnny countered, “You look like you rolled in a bag of Doritos, no... no, Cheetos. Have you even looked in a mirror in two years?”
“Sorry, I don't like to stare at myself in the mirror like you do. I'm not that vain.”
“You know what? I came here as a favor. I wanted to be a good teammate and tell you congratulations even if I do think Plushenko should have gotten that gold. I came because it was the right thing to do and what happens? I get yelled at by a giant Cheeto-colored robot!” That last phrase was punctuated by an angry shove to Evan's chest as he pushed by.
Johnny didn't even make it to the door. He quickly found himself shoved up against the wall. Evan towered over him, glaring down into those lively green eyes. There was an anger, but more importantly, an intensity lurking in Evan's brown orbs that made Johnny's breath hitch. At least he told himself it was just the eyes and not the fact that Evan Lysacek had him pressed up against a wall, lips inches from his.
“I earned that medal, Weir. I worked my ass off and I don't care if I didn't do a quad. I won with a clean program and personally, I think the fact that I could win without a fucking quad is pretty damn impressive.”
Before Johnny even had time to think, his lips were being claimed by Evans in an angry, yet passionate kiss. So maybe all the rivalry and all the tension had become a little more than just fuel for them to be better skaters.
It was only a beat before Johnny returned the kiss, his fingers winding their way into Evan's dark locks, his lips fighting against the taller man’s for control, but Johnny wasn’t going to submit that easily. Especially not to that mongoose of a man above him that was currently doing wonderful things with his mouth.
A groan filled the air and neither man was really sure who it belonged to but neither really cared. The crash of lips, teeth, tongues and the pull of hair, as well as the feel of toned abs, chests and arms pressing together, and that glorious grind of their hips were all consuming.
When they finally broke apart both men were left panting for breath. Evan let his forehead rest against Johnny's, feeling the smaller man’s leg hook around his, his hands still in his hair.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Johnny inquired but it wasn't as teasing or as anger-inspiring as usual. It was more... shocked and awed. Evan only grinned a bit, letting them enjoy the moment.
“I thought you were strictly hetero...” That was the teasing tone now. Evan recognized that one so well he didn't even have to look Johnny in the eyes to know he was grinning.
“Oh shut up,” he said, letting his lips brush softly over Johnny's.
Johnny shivered a little, melting further into the wall behind him and the tall athlete in front. “Going to give me a reason to?”
“Gladly,” came Evan's quick reply as he hooked his large hands under Johnny's legs and lifted him easily off the ground. He gave a pointed grind of his hips, just enough to make the other man moan, before smirking and pressing him further back into the wall.
Evan’s long, surprisingly nimble fingers began their work on Johnny’s scarf, the buttons of his shirt and most importantly the hem of his shirt. It didn't take him long to have Johnny's naked chest bared before his hungry brown eyes.
“God, you're so slow. This isn't teasing, this is just sad... I want you to fuck me already!” Johnny exclaimed in frustration. So yeah, he was definitely turned on.
Evan smirked, staring down on him. If that's what Johnny wanted then who was he to keep it from him? So, Evan obliged, only momentarily mulling the idea of wearing his medal while he did.
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