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Fic: Never Say Goodbye 2&3/?

title: Never Say Goodbye
author:
theatresweety
rating:
PG-13 for now
pairing:
zebraswan, aka: Stéphane Lambiel and Johnny Weir
summary:
After retiring Johnny and Stéphane fell apart. Five years in the future Johnny is a costume designer working out of NYC for the most up and coming figure skaters. But what happens when Stéphane gets called in to choreograph for one of those skaters?
warnings:
un-beata'd, slash, other than that... extreme fluff?

2 

“You look the same...” Stéphane said softly as he looked over at his old friend. They were seated in Johnny's favorite little Russian restaurant, never mind that Stéphane would have been much happier with sushi. He'd voiced that opinion as well, loudly and many times while they'd still been at the rink. In the end it was Johnny who won out, but wasn't that always how it went?

“Oh, bless you!” Johnny laughed, his green eyes sparkling in the light, his happiness evident. “I know I look older. I panicked a few days ago, you should have seen it, I thought I saw a gray hair.”

“That I would have liked to have seen, yes.” The Swiss man laughed a bit, reaching out to bring his glass of wine to his lips.

“But really, Stéphane, don't lie. I know I look older, it happens. It's been four years since you've seen me. I can't really look the same. Unlike you.” Johnny smiled across the table, not quite as big this time but completely genuine. Stéphane thought for a minute his heart might have stopped.

“You are... parfait, Johnny. You have always been.” He said sincerely, leaning a little closer to the table and his companion as he spoke. Maybe it was habit, he had always liked to be close to people. Or maybe it was that residual longing he felt for his old flame. That desire he hadn't realized he'd been suppressing until Johnny rushed back into his life. The blush that colored Johnny's pale cheeks then, however, made him realize that he wasn't the only one still holding back feelings.

“Stéphane...” Johnny murmured softly, casting his green eyes to the table between them. Stéphane suspected it was because he didn't want to have to see what was in his eyes. If he didn't see it, he couldn't be frightened and it couldn't hurt him. Right?

3

Dinner after that was a flurry of stolen glances, soft words and flushed cheeks. It was like they were both 15 again, but maybe that was because they'd never really had a chance to be teenagers. They'd never been able to just be young and in love.

“Come back to my place.” Johnny blurted out suddenly as they walked, hand-in-hand. It was after dinner and they'd both admittedly had a brilliant time.

What was so shocking was that Johnny didn't normally ask Stéphane over. It was the other way around. It was always Stéphane bringing Johnny to his hotel room. Stéphane initiating the kissing. Stéphane giving him the blow job of a life time or Stéphane making love to him all night. (And it was making love, Johnny wasn't stupid enough to think it hadn't always been).

So Stéphane's confused face and troubled eyebrows weren't really a surprise. “Excusé moi?

“You heard me. Come back to my place. We can... well, I don't know, but I've got wine and a TV and movies and a big bed...”

Johnny thoroughly embarrassed himself by rambling on but Stéphane only smiled fondly at him. “I would like that very much.”

“You're sure you don't want anything?” Johnny asked the other man as he peeked his head out of the kitchen, bottle of wine in hand. He waved it alluringly.

Stéphane laughed, “I already had plenty of wine at dinner, but thank you.”

“Fine, be no fun.” Johnny huffed and disappeared once more.

Despite Stéphane's reply, Johnny returned a few moments later with two glasses in his hands. One for him, one for Stéphane. He set them down on the coffee table and settled in on the couch beside his old friend.

“Why do you bother to ask when you are just going to bring a glass for me anyway?” Stéphane chuckled, looking over at Johnny with happy brown eyes.

“Because it's polite and I was raised to be polite or die.” Johnny grinned broadly, feeling his stomach flop a little when Stéphane's eyes met his.

Stéphane couldn't help but note the rising color in Johnny's cheeks and he smiled, shifting a little closer. Their knees touched and his eyes dropped to them for a moment.

“Johnny...” That's all he says but he doesn't have to say any more, Johnny knows what he meant to say. Everything he's thinking and feeling and too afraid to say aloud.

“I know...” He replies softly, leaning in until their lips are just a breath apart. “Just kiss me already.”

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Comments

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mwamaime
Jan. 3rd, 2011 12:18 pm (UTC)
I think I'm dead. I'm not really sure, I'm too overwhelmed by this update...
theatresweety
Jan. 4th, 2011 02:36 am (UTC)
Don't be dead bb!
pinkmeltingpot
Jan. 3rd, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
The amount of fluff and Stéphane's & Johnny's sweetness killed me. My brain melted ♥
theatresweety
Jan. 4th, 2011 02:37 am (UTC)
Well, brain melting in a good way I hope!
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