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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Figure Skating Post!
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http://wintergameskink.livejournal.com/3425.html?thread=3556193#t3556193
original prompt was: Johnny/Evan - Parent Trap! If anyone's going to have kids who LOATH each other, and then become BFF, it's Swangoose offspring!
sooo, as lovely commenters expressed an interest, here is J/E pre-offspring!
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A couple of weeks after Johnny had started following Evan’s inane tweets, he somehow found himself sitting across from Evan Lysacek drinking coffee. So far they’d managed to avoid actual conversation - there had been a brief hello and a pause when neither of them had known what physical action to make, like shaking hands all masculine and gruff, or hugging someone they were about to probably fight with. And then they’d talked briefly about what drinks they’d order, and then silence had reigned.
“So why did you want to see me?” Johnny asked. He enjoyed small talk, but he wasn’t sure how to do it with fucking Evan Lysacek.
Evan shifted, looking uncomfortable. “Well, I was in town.”
Johnny rolled his eyes. “Whatever. That’s a terrible excuse. You’ve been here many, many times-” He took a brief break to lick some latte foam off his spoon. “-without feeling the desperate urge to pick up the phone - okay, not even that, to text me, and arrange a coffee date ( ... )
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Dear Anon, please DO NOT EVER apologize for this! In fact, feel free to commit this sin AS OFTEN AS YOU LIKE. :) :) :)
(Captcha: "artist oversize." Artist like Johnny, and oversize like Evan's nose! :P )
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“Good luck, I guess.” Evan looked all pouty and sad, like a pissy adolescent.
Johnny rolled his eyes. “Honestly, Lysacek. At least you won’t have to worry about beating me.”
“But it always meant more, beating you,” Evan explained, sounding kind of halting.
Johnny looked at him - like, really looked at him for the first time in years. Evan looked kind of young when his hair wasn’t all slicked back or straightened over his forehead like some idiot who listened to Fall Out Boy. It looked kind of fluffy and shiny like soft feathers, and the coffee shop lighting was very ( ... )
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“Keep it down, try to be more inconspicuous,” Evan growled, because apparently for him ‘inconspicuous’ meant talking like inarticulate bears and doubling up like cartoon spies.
“Oh, please,” Johnny snapped, “like I have ever been inconspicuous. I am, however, discreet. You should count yourself lucky.”
“I heard that you were spilling a lot of stuff in your book...”
“Don’t worry.” Johnny felt a pang of pity for him. “You won’t be mentioned. At least, not in that way ( ... )
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