ext_29689 ([identity profile] harriet-vane.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] extemporally 2010-04-29 04:13 pm (UTC)

first scene

The best part about being retired was that Johnny got to sleep in and then spend the day cleaning if there was nothing else scheduled. The worst part was how often there was nothing else scheduled, but whatever; Johnny was getting used to it. Lots of days he went skating and he had appointments and meetings and appearances. Some days he just... didn't.

The phone interrupted him in the middle of scrubbing the inside of his cabinets, trying to eliminate the stain where Paris had spilled vanilla extract and it had soaked into the wood a little bit. Johnny hit the speaker button and said, "Talk to me, darling," and then stuck his head back in the cabinet.

"Oh. Johnny? Hi. It's um. It's Adam?"

Johnny had known that from the ridiculous baby voice and the mild lisp that made him want to steal Adam and play dress-up with him forever. "Hey, honey," Johnny said. "What's up? If you hear weird noises I'm cleaning."

There was a tiny pause. "Well. Okay," Adam said. "So, I heard you're going to be at NHK next week? Is that um. True?"

Adam didn't need the kind of 'media training' Johnny had been repeatedly sent to, because he looked like the lead singer of a boy band and everything he said sounded like an interview in Tiger Beat. But he needed a little practice getting to the end of his sentences, in Johnny's opinion. "I've been asked to do some commentary and interviews and stuff," Johnny said. His voice echoed a little weirdly in the empty cabinet. "I'll be there for a few days, at least."

"Oh, great," said Adam, sounding relieved. "That's great, that's... Stéphane's not going to be there."

Johnny had spent a lot of time with Adam in Korea, and he was pretty sure if he waited long enough Adam would start making sense. "Sure," he said. It was a good thing he'd switched from bleach to vinegar, because he was breathing a lot of fumes in the confined space. He pushed himself onto his toes so he could really get his shoulder into scrubbing.

"And normally I'd just ask Stéphane, because I think he'd probably know, but he won't be there and I'm freaking out a little bit."

"You can ask me whatever," Johnny said. He stopped scrubbing long enough to put his hand on his hip and frown at his phone. "This isn't about sex, is it? Because I can talk you through the basics, but honestly you should probably ask your parents."

"I'm twenty-one!" Adam protested. "I've totally had sex."

Johnny cycled through the other questions people called him about in a panic. "Well, if you're wondering about blow jobs--"

"Johnny! God."

Johnny pushed on relentlessly. "--or anal sex or whatever, I can recommend some websites, but I'm not showing you myself."

He could actually hear Adam blushing over the phone. "No, I-- Augh. No!"

"You may be twenty-one, but you look about twelve, angelface, and I'm not going to debauch you. Call me in five or six years. Not that you aren't the prettiest, you know how I feel about your hair, but I just can't do it, I'm sorry."

"Would you please stop being an asshole?" Adam asked, halfway between aggravated and embarrassed. Johnny smirked at the phone a little. "I totally managed to forget that this is why I always call Stéphane, not you."

"You love me," said Johnny confidently, because he hadn't missed Adam's totally adorable crush during Festa.

Adam sighed. "Fine," he said. "Can I just ask you, please?"

"You're the one dithering around," Johnny said.

"Well it's more... I mean. You've um... You've hit on people, right?"

Johnny froze halfway through reaching for the vinegar. "That's a serious question?"

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