Plushenko & Weir
Today was nothing but pleasant for the two men as they went from event to event. The two particularly enjoyed the speed skating sector though. Evgeni seemed to really like watching Apollo chase the Korean team around the ice. Of course Johnny would root for everyone, high end of his list though was American, Canada, Japan and now Russia! From that, Plushenko decided not to pout; after all he was stuck to cheering on only Russia and Canada.
When the scene switched from skating to skiing, they were outdoors and just as jealous for this as they were for the skating. Even if they knew relatively nothing about it other then the faster you go, the better your score. Who makes it to the bottom fastest is the winner.
Blocked from view due to how close others crowded and because of the banisters in front of the two were their hands. One of Johnny's fingers hooked to one of Evgeni's in a shy manner. The American skater was so glad that things hadn't turned out awkward.
Takashi had to resist rolling his eyes as he sat across from Artem and Evan. The dark haired American was spilling his distress unheedingly to the hunting Russian close beside him.
Artem had an arm wrapped tightly around the champion in faux comfort. Of course Evan didn't know it was so fake, and Artem was only more eager to stroke the fire about the anger of his possible to-be ex-girlfriend.
"I am here Evan! I promise I'll always listen."
Yet still Evan didn't know why he was saying so much to this young man. Takashi mused it was the multiple alcoholic beverages in front. Artem was right to soften him up now and at that party. Getting the lady to soften up had been hard as well. Takashi just had to convince her of one potent drink, push them together, and viola! Two very sad and susceptible couples with vying men on their heels to help them!
You see, Evan wasn't actually a bad person, Takashi liked him a ot, it just happened he liked Johnny more, with reason it was only natural misfortune to befall someone, when you reach the top so suddenly. That's the person that tends to be selected for that pain.
Takashi turned his gaze over to Artem. Now this boy he knew nothing about. Takashi found himself still wondering how Artem managed to hop along for this ride.
He was a sleek man, actually very good looking. However, no matter how handsome Artem was, Takashi was confident Evan was very straight. That really meant only a few things; Artem was possibly trying to get into a relationship which would probably fail. The more likely one was that he was aiming for a one night stand. Make a man sad enough and give him enough alcohol; he'll cave eventually.
Takashi felt fairly sorry for the American, but he decided it was none of his business anymore, and so he left Lysacek in the capable, clever hands of Artem. Alone.
Besides, there was a young lady from Germany that had wanted to get tips from him. That absolutely could not be ignored!
Johnny was aware that his companion was to leave soon. Staying was expending more money then was necessary. Still it made him sad though, far more then it should. Weir held his crush accountable for his sudden need to throw a tantrum.
He turned towards the man haunting his thoughts. Currently they were both in the lobby of a hotel that had a pit fire. They and a few others were there warming their hands. The two of them had ah healthy flush on the faces because of the cold.
Evgeni responded to being stared at, seeing it was Johnny, he offered a small, quick smile. Rubbing his hands together, replacing his gloves and scarf; he stood.
"I believe it best to go back now. Johnny."
Weir was quick to his feet, though maybe too eagerly.
"Right. Right… You need rest. For before the flight.
"Yes. Is very long you know."
Johnny did in fact know. Having gone there himself. His coach would instruct him in Russian, he ate Russian cuisine often, so on so forth.
It wasn't a long walk from this hotel to heirs. Between fans and other competitors, a lot of space was being used. They were just glad to be in the temperature controlled area. Comparing the elevator to Johnny's room, it was exceedingly warmer. Which meant that his heating unit was broken and Canada's cold climate was making it's self into his room somehow.
Evgeni was looking at it while he sat back under the covers; rubbing his hands together and breathing over them to get them warm.
"Don't think it's worth calling it in now Johnny… Here, let me help you."
In public, they would talk in English, in private, Russian dominated their tongues. Takashi had been right; it helped boost Evgeni's confidence and trust.
The bed dipped, covers pulled back so Evgeni could slip in next to Johnny. Taking his hands, he held them between his own which were exceptionally warmer compared to his. That was a wonder, the American was happy to blame is on being a Russian thing.
Things turned a little familiar when Plushenko lifted those hands to his face, much like Weir had when Evgeni was hurt. That cloth had been exchanged for something softer and thinner now, fining it pleasant against his skin. Each finger twitched at a dampened caress by warm lips. Evgeni gently ghosting hot air over each digit and palm; from that gained the both of them a warm healthy blush.
Pulling away from that heated graps, Weir took hold of Evgeni's face between gentle hands. Not allowing the captive to look away, in the midst of this action he couldn't bring himself to complete it. Hot breath pressing and moving against their lips, a small noise, light and whispy escaping Evgeni's mouth finally gave Weir the courage to finish what he started; a lingering kiss that left a tingling sweet flavor on both of their lips.
"I was thinking…"
There was that ghosting breath across lips again. Johnny was having trouble comprehending yet still he managed to urge Plushenko on.
"I would like if you toured… With me.
Weir was snapped from his daze. What was there to deny? Months possibly to be with this man he idolized and has come to like so much these past few days.
"Of course! Genya! Ah, that made me so happy!"
The young man wrapped himself around the Russian, utterances of his joy loud in Russian.
