Things Not (Meant To Be) Seen for Anonymous
Author: kasuchans_v2
Title: Things Not (Meant To Be) Seen
Recipient: Anonymous
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1.050
Warnings: Language. Some voyerusim.
Prompt: Johnny and Evan have to take a roadtrip together, which clarifies some things about their relationship.
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
A/N: This was hard to finish but very fun. On a totally unrelated note (to self): STOP PROCRASTINATING UNTIL 1 AM OF THE DUE DATE!
Summary: Johnny and Evan end up sharing a tour bus. And Johnny is most certainly not a voyeur. (PINING AND UST AND CONFUSION, OH MY!)
Johnny really, really wants to kill Tara right now.
He's not even sure it was her evil doing, but she's the one who arranges his transportation details, so she's the reason he's currently sitting on the sofa of a bus across from Evan Lysacek.
Because somehow (and he's not even sure how this could happen), somehow, he managed to book the same bus as Evan. And apparently, both their drivers were in accidents. The same accident. If it weren't for the fact that Evan's out a chauffeur as well, he'd suspect him of doing it, to sabotage his mindset before the program.
But now, they're stuck with each other. At least, for a week. Stupid schedules.
***
It's actually not as bad as he'd thought, at first. It's not like Evan takes forever in the bathroom or anything, so he gets almost as much time as he'd take anyways. And he puts up with his obsessive-compulsive cleaning habits. And he lets him watch his trashy Real Housewives shows - as long as he cooks, which Johnny would probably end up doing either way.
In fact, if Johnny didn't know better, he'd almost, almost think Evan liked it.
***
Johnny's not a voyeur. Just because he likes watching Evan attempt to put on his bronzer - hey, it's funny! - does not make him a voyeur.
Of course, when he hears noises - rustlings, muffled... breaths? - of course his first instinct is to investigate. Looking back, he probably should have known better, but right then? Nope.
He tiptoes towards the back, where the bunks are. As he pushes back the beaded curtain, cursing the clacking of the chakra beads, he sees a flash of skin, and instantly knows that he should not, should not be seeing this.
Because that's Evan, and that's Evan's bare skin. And that's Evan's hand on his dick, and that's Evan - shit.
He backs away slowly, trying to erase the image from his mind, but it's permanently burned into his retinas.
And trying, oh so hard, to not think about how hot it was.
Because he is most definitely not a voyeur.
***
Evan must not have seen him, because later that night, over dinner, everything's still fairly normal.
"So, three days left, huh?" he asks in his flat, monotone robot voice. I wonder if he comes in that same monotone, the little bitch in his head mutters, before Johnny can shut him up. Which he does. Promptly.
"Yeah, three more days with you," he cuts in bitterly. "And then... Freedom!"
Evan looks up sharply. "Hey, I'm not that bad, am I?"
Johnny laughs. "No, not really. Just a pain in the ass for publicity."
"I'd bet you enjoy having pains in your ass, though, don't you?" Evan says with a smirk. "Or you would, if your coach would let you."
Johnny smiles. It's not until later that he wonders, how did Evan find out about that?
***
He finds out exactly how the next day, when Evan asks him ever-so-politely to bring over his laptop from his bunk. But Johnny, being the not-voyeur that he is, has to check what he was looking up.
He's greeted by himself. His hips, to be precise, resting on a foot massager as he rides it, half-jestingly and half-sexually. He tries to tell himself it's a coincidence. Why would Evan watch that? Especially while... Just, why?
His hopes are dashed, however, when he brings the laptop over to Evan's sprawling figure on the couch. He blushes furiously before shutting the window (not that Johnny was watching over his shoulder or anything).
Afterwards, he sneaks to the back bathroom and tries not to think of Evan's orange fingers wrapped around his cock as he comes.
***
"Stephane?" Johnny whispers, his voice hoarse in the darkness. He's sneaking the call now, while Evan snores, because he really doesn't want to risk him overhearing this. "Um... I think I'm attracted to Evan Lysacek."
Stephane says nothing for a bit, allowing his heavy breathing to fill the night. "Really? Finally!"
"What?!"
"Johnny, I've been waiting for you to realize this for a long time. You two, you fight like a married couple, not like enemies. See? You are perfect!"
Johnny clicks off the phone.
***
Come daytime, it's been ever more awkward. He feels almost like their roles have reversed, as he's the one left to grunting and noncommittal replies while Evan keeps up a steady chatter of skating and dancing and whatever else his mind wanders to. Johnny can barely take it anymore when he gets a text.
u gonna spread your wings and go for him, my swan?
Evan leans over his shoulder, trying to read the message.
"Who is it?"
"No one," Johnny mutters as he closes it. He's not going to do anything about this. He's going to ignore it and it will go away, as all unhealthy impulses should.
***
On the last night, he decides to drink his ideas away. That way, if he does anything he'll later (and inevitably) regret, he can explain it away. A foolproof plan.
Which is then foiled when Evan sits down next to him, beer in hand. "You doing anything much?"
"Not really. Thinking."
"About?"
"This trip." Which is true. If it weren't for this stupid mix-up, he wouldn't be wanting to jump Evan every time he saw him.
"It's not so bad. You're not so bad."
Johnny looks over at that, expecting to see Evan half-asleep and murmuring nonsense, but instead he sees his half-open mouth and wider-opened eyes.
Before he can stop himself, he leans forward and presses a kiss to his mouth, biting his bottom lip gently before pulling away.
"I - I liked this trip too."
***
As they unpack their bags under the watchful eyes of their coaches, Johnny can feel Evan's eyes probing him, looking for some sign, any sign, that the previous night wasn't just a fluke. If he had his way, it wouldn’t be. But as his texts with Stephane are anything to go by, he doesn’t have his own way. Galina and the USFSA and Tara do. And a fling with the token straight-boy isn't the best idea.
But when he looks over at Evan, bent over but smiling as he meets Johnny's eyes, maybe that doesn’t matter.
-END-
Title: Things Not (Meant To Be) Seen
Recipient: Anonymous
Skaters/Pairings: Johnny Weir/Evan Lysacek
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1.050
Warnings: Language. Some voyerusim.
Prompt: Johnny and Evan have to take a roadtrip together, which clarifies some things about their relationship.
Disclaimer: The events portrayed in this story are fictional and do not reflect on the actual people written about.
A/N: This was hard to finish but very fun. On a totally unrelated note (to self): STOP PROCRASTINATING UNTIL 1 AM OF THE DUE DATE!
Summary: Johnny and Evan end up sharing a tour bus. And Johnny is most certainly not a voyeur. (PINING AND UST AND CONFUSION, OH MY!)
Johnny really, really wants to kill Tara right now.
He's not even sure it was her evil doing, but she's the one who arranges his transportation details, so she's the reason he's currently sitting on the sofa of a bus across from Evan Lysacek.
Because somehow (and he's not even sure how this could happen), somehow, he managed to book the same bus as Evan. And apparently, both their drivers were in accidents. The same accident. If it weren't for the fact that Evan's out a chauffeur as well, he'd suspect him of doing it, to sabotage his mindset before the program.
But now, they're stuck with each other. At least, for a week. Stupid schedules.
***
It's actually not as bad as he'd thought, at first. It's not like Evan takes forever in the bathroom or anything, so he gets almost as much time as he'd take anyways. And he puts up with his obsessive-compulsive cleaning habits. And he lets him watch his trashy Real Housewives shows - as long as he cooks, which Johnny would probably end up doing either way.
In fact, if Johnny didn't know better, he'd almost, almost think Evan liked it.
***
Johnny's not a voyeur. Just because he likes watching Evan attempt to put on his bronzer - hey, it's funny! - does not make him a voyeur.
Of course, when he hears noises - rustlings, muffled... breaths? - of course his first instinct is to investigate. Looking back, he probably should have known better, but right then? Nope.
He tiptoes towards the back, where the bunks are. As he pushes back the beaded curtain, cursing the clacking of the chakra beads, he sees a flash of skin, and instantly knows that he should not, should not be seeing this.
Because that's Evan, and that's Evan's bare skin. And that's Evan's hand on his dick, and that's Evan - shit.
He backs away slowly, trying to erase the image from his mind, but it's permanently burned into his retinas.
And trying, oh so hard, to not think about how hot it was.
Because he is most definitely not a voyeur.
***
Evan must not have seen him, because later that night, over dinner, everything's still fairly normal.
"So, three days left, huh?" he asks in his flat, monotone robot voice. I wonder if he comes in that same monotone, the little bitch in his head mutters, before Johnny can shut him up. Which he does. Promptly.
"Yeah, three more days with you," he cuts in bitterly. "And then... Freedom!"
Evan looks up sharply. "Hey, I'm not that bad, am I?"
Johnny laughs. "No, not really. Just a pain in the ass for publicity."
"I'd bet you enjoy having pains in your ass, though, don't you?" Evan says with a smirk. "Or you would, if your coach would let you."
Johnny smiles. It's not until later that he wonders, how did Evan find out about that?
***
He finds out exactly how the next day, when Evan asks him ever-so-politely to bring over his laptop from his bunk. But Johnny, being the not-voyeur that he is, has to check what he was looking up.
He's greeted by himself. His hips, to be precise, resting on a foot massager as he rides it, half-jestingly and half-sexually. He tries to tell himself it's a coincidence. Why would Evan watch that? Especially while... Just, why?
His hopes are dashed, however, when he brings the laptop over to Evan's sprawling figure on the couch. He blushes furiously before shutting the window (not that Johnny was watching over his shoulder or anything).
Afterwards, he sneaks to the back bathroom and tries not to think of Evan's orange fingers wrapped around his cock as he comes.
***
"Stephane?" Johnny whispers, his voice hoarse in the darkness. He's sneaking the call now, while Evan snores, because he really doesn't want to risk him overhearing this. "Um... I think I'm attracted to Evan Lysacek."
Stephane says nothing for a bit, allowing his heavy breathing to fill the night. "Really? Finally!"
"What?!"
"Johnny, I've been waiting for you to realize this for a long time. You two, you fight like a married couple, not like enemies. See? You are perfect!"
Johnny clicks off the phone.
***
Come daytime, it's been ever more awkward. He feels almost like their roles have reversed, as he's the one left to grunting and noncommittal replies while Evan keeps up a steady chatter of skating and dancing and whatever else his mind wanders to. Johnny can barely take it anymore when he gets a text.
u gonna spread your wings and go for him, my swan?
Evan leans over his shoulder, trying to read the message.
"Who is it?"
"No one," Johnny mutters as he closes it. He's not going to do anything about this. He's going to ignore it and it will go away, as all unhealthy impulses should.
***
On the last night, he decides to drink his ideas away. That way, if he does anything he'll later (and inevitably) regret, he can explain it away. A foolproof plan.
Which is then foiled when Evan sits down next to him, beer in hand. "You doing anything much?"
"Not really. Thinking."
"About?"
"This trip." Which is true. If it weren't for this stupid mix-up, he wouldn't be wanting to jump Evan every time he saw him.
"It's not so bad. You're not so bad."
Johnny looks over at that, expecting to see Evan half-asleep and murmuring nonsense, but instead he sees his half-open mouth and wider-opened eyes.
Before he can stop himself, he leans forward and presses a kiss to his mouth, biting his bottom lip gently before pulling away.
"I - I liked this trip too."
***
As they unpack their bags under the watchful eyes of their coaches, Johnny can feel Evan's eyes probing him, looking for some sign, any sign, that the previous night wasn't just a fluke. If he had his way, it wouldn’t be. But as his texts with Stephane are anything to go by, he doesn’t have his own way. Galina and the USFSA and Tara do. And a fling with the token straight-boy isn't the best idea.
But when he looks over at Evan, bent over but smiling as he meets Johnny's eyes, maybe that doesn’t matter.
-END-