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Can't
~by Estriel~

Johnny Weir and Evgeni Plushenko have one thing in common. They both hate being told that they can’t. Tell either of them that they can’t do something and they will attempt anything to prove you wrong, to prove that they can.
Which is why when Johnny calls Evgeni on his cell phone on the day of his wedding and tells him that you can’t marry Maria, you just can’t do that, Zhenya!, Evgeni hangs up on him and steps to the altar to tie his life with Maria’s. He says I do, silencing the little voice in his head, ignoring its pleas of don’t, don’t, don’t. He smiles and laughs during their wedding party, and crushes the strange ache in his chest by sheer willpower. Later that night, he takes Maria to bed and makes love to her like a good husband. But when he closes his eyes, when he drifts off into ecstasy, it’s not his wife’s face he sees. He can’t help himself and has to bite down on his tongue to stop the name that threatens to slip off his lips. Evgeni is upset about it, angry with himself – he wishes he could love Maria as much as she loves him.

~*~


It is common knowledge that one can’t have sex with married people. Johnny is aware of the popular belief; he’s been informed of the fact that married people are a no-no. Nevertheless, he’s determined to prove the opposite – he can have sex with whomever he pleases, married or not, gay or wannabe straight. Which is why, at the Olympics in Torino, he finds himself knocking at a door in the Russian section of the Olympic village in the middle of the night. When Evgeni opens the door, sleepy and messy-haired, Johnny doesn’t even wait for his surprised expression to fade and walks right in, dropping his furry coat at Evgeni’s feet. He stops in the middle of the room, sheds the rest of his clothes, and waits.
It takes about two minutes of stunned silence and a quiet curse in Russian, then Johnny feels a touch of a familiar hand adorned by an unfamiliar ring on his naked skin. Ten minutes later, Zhenya is fucking him on the floor, whispering his name with every frantic thrust of hips. Johnny is content – he can.

~*~


Evgeni is not proud to prove wrong yet another can’t. You can’t build a relationship on a lie, that’s what they say. Evgeni knows all too well that one can do that, sustain an illusion of a loving, harmonic marriage, even when the truth is painfully different. But the knowledge that he’s lying to Maria all the time rests on his shoulders like a heavy burden and he wishes he could change.
When he decides to skip the 2006/2007 season, it’s mainly for the baby’s sake, that’s true. But deep in his heart, Evgeni knows that there is another reason and the reason is Johnny Weir. He hopes that maybe if he doesn’t see the American for long enough, his lie will somehow become a truth. It doesn’t happen and Evgeni hates the fact that he can’t erase Weir out of his head, out of his life.

~*~


Sometimes, Johnny hates himself. He hates that he can’t magically change his nationality, his looks, his behavior, and transform into a distant, strong, tough Russian. He hates that he can’t be like them, be one of them, the Russians who come, win the precious metals, and leave. One reason why Johnny refuses to let Evgeni go and live happily with his little wife is that, every once in a while, he needs to remind himself that even the grand, perfect Russian Plushenko has one weakness that he can’t get rid of. Johnny feels almost proud that he himself is Plushenko’s only weakness.

~*~


Evgeni wants to be a two-time Olympic champion. He doesn’t care when people tell him that he can’t win again, that he’s too old. He sets his mind on the gold; he’s perfectly ready for the competition and feels like he can’t fail.

~*~


Over the years, Johnny has grown weary of hearing the four words that seem to be an additional rule in men’s figure skating: You can’t beat Plushenko. Johnny is sure that he can – he’s already conquered the Russian off ice, now it’s time to tame him on the ice, too.

~*~


It may have been a lucky coincidence, a mere chance. It may have been the righteous result of months – years! – of hard work, or maybe a combination of all these… Either way, Johnny gets the gold in Vancouver, shoving Evgeni off his throne. The victory tastes sweet.
When he looks down at the Russian from the topmost podium, the tones of the Star-Spangled Banner echoing through the arena, Johnny can’t help but smirk. You have your golden ring, I have the medal, he thinks, shushing the bitter memory of the day when he received the decorated wedding announcement card that crushed something within him.
Johnny grins and knows that Zhenya would do anything to get his glory, that he’d gladly trade the ring for the medal. But he can’t and Johnny savors that knowledge. He experiences a short moment of evil glee when he imagines how helpless Evgeni must feel right now. He knows that feeling.
I got you back, he thinks and hums along to the last tones of the anthem.

~fin~

Děkuji Reet za beta-read. / Thanks for beta-reading, Reet.


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