"So," Johnny said, pushing himself up on one arm and giving Harry a dangerous smile, "what's the story."

It was difficult to miss that Johnny's eyes were on his wedding ring. Harry had spent over an hour giving Johnny the best massage he knew how and they had been lying on the bed cuddling for a while. Johnny seemed to be a very tactile person and Harry wasn't complaining, even if he knew it couldn't lead anywhere.

"Long and complicated," he replied and twisted the ring a little.

"It's not as if we have anywhere to be, Honey," Johnny came back almost instantly.

Harry didn't talk much about his personal life with anyone outside the family, but he liked Johnny. He was also aware that Johnny was very unlikely to ever repeat anything he heard. Before flying out, he had researched all the American ice skaters and he knew quite a lot about all of them.

"Schooldays romance," Harry said and smiled fondly to himself.

Those had been some crazy times.

"Separated?" Johnny asked gently.

"Nope," Harry replied and gave Johnny his full attention, "very happily married actually, we have three children. When I told her about you, she made me promise to let her know if figure skaters were as flexible in bed as on the ice."

Johnny appeared shocked and Harry wasn't really surprised; his and Ginny's relationship was not exactly conventional.

"When did you have a chance to tell her about me?" Johnny asked, eyes wide in surprise.

"About ten minutes after I first saw you," Harry admitted with a grin. "Even policemen are allowed to have goals."

That drew a genuine laugh out of his companion.

"So, an open marriage then?" Johnny did not seem to be able to curb his curiosity.

"Sort of," Harry replied with a shrug, "like I said, it's complicated."

The way Johnny was looking at him, Harry knew he was not going to get away with that.

"Okay," he said with a smile, "Ginny, that's my wife, and I fell in love when I was sixteen and she was fifteen. It was a difficult time and it gave us this kind of unbreakable bond. Unfortunately, when we came to the part where we actually had sex it did nothing for either of us."

"Really?" Johnny asked, he sounded fascinated.

"Not a thing."

It had possibly been the most awkward sexual experience of Harry's life; he remembered it very clearly.

"We were a bit worried for a while, but I have this friend who knows everything about everything, and she figured it all out," he continued, since he was now into the explaining so deep there was no backing out. "Most awkward conversation known to man, but Hermione knew her stuff. Ginny doesn't really like sex. She likes the touching and the cuddling, but it's about the companionship for her; she doesn't get aroused. Given that I was under the impression I was straight at the time, I assumed I was the same and that's why we had been drawn together. We loved each other, we both wanted a family, so after school we got married anyway."

"Awww, that's so romantic," Johnny said and Harry could almost see the hearts in Johnny's eyes.

"It wasn't long after that Ginny noticed what had completely escaped me."

"Girls do nothing for you, but boys are an entirely different matter?" Johnny guessed.

Harry smiled to himself. "Precisely."

It was still difficult to believe how blind he had been.

"My wife sat me down and explained to me I was gay," he said, remembering the day vividly. "Then she set me up with one of her brothers."

Johnny's mouth fell open.

"You're kidding?"

Harry shook his head.

"Nope," he replied and grinned; "she set me up with Charlie, her second oldest brother. Told us to have fun and that I should come back when I'd worked out the sexual tension. Of course, she was right. Now she vets all of my potential fuck buddies and demands massages and hair brushing when I'm at home. I'm just very discrete because of the kids; they're not old enough to understand yet."

At that Johnny nodded.

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Johnny woke up to the sound of knocking on his door and realised he was wrapped in strong, warm arms. It was a nice way to wake up.

"Johnnik," Galina's voice came through the door and he was suddenly very awake.

"My coach," he said, freeing himself from the waking Harry and slipping out of bed.

Normally when he opened the door on competition days Galina would just hand him pomegranate juice and tell him when to be downstairs, so he wasn't prepared when she stepped into his room. She did have a glass of juice in hand, but her eyes zeroed in on where Harry was still in bed.

"We didn't," he said before Galina could accuse him of breaking the rules, "Harry is being my bodyguard and he just shared the bed."

"Really?" Galina asked in a tone that suggested she was not convinced.

"Good morning, Ma'am," Harry said as if on cue, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants, "I apologise for my state of undress."

They had both ended up wearing t-shirts and underwear to sleep, a precaution Johnny was now very glad of.

"He was going to sleep on the couch," Johnny said and pointed to it, "but can you imagine a human being on that thing."

It was only a two-seater and it was a good excuse, even if Harry had never even suggested it.

"And if you need any more proof," he added, downing the juice to appease his coach, "wedding ring."

Galina never had to know that Harry had been perfectly happy to sleep with him.

"How long do I have?" he asked, hoping that swamping Galina would give him more of a chance of getting away with no more questions.

"Twenty minutes," Galina said, but placed a hand on his arm. "You are well, yes?"

Then it dawned on him that he hadn't spoken to anyone since the night before and there had been press everywhere on the way back to the hotel. The whole story had to be all over the place by now. He placed his hand over Galina's and nodded.

"I'm fine," he promised faithfully, "and Officer Potter is making sure I stay that way. He's even a trained masseur, some sports therapists could learn a thing or two."

The way Galina looked at Harry then was not friendly, and Johnny knew he needed to make sure his coach understood him completely.

"Not that I didn't want more," he said, switching to Russian, "but the massage was perfectly innocent. Harry is the only reason I got any sleep last night and he was the perfect gentleman."

He suffered under Galina's scrutiny for a good thirty seconds until she finally nodded.

"Downstairs, soon," was what she said, before pecking him on both cheeks and leaving.

To some it would have seemed simply strange Eastern European behaviour; to Johnny it said quite how much Galina had been worrying about him. Standing up straight, he put himself in the correct mindset for competition; he had a title to win.

"Now I know why you had willpower last night," Harry said from behind him; "your coach is enough to scare anyone off sex."

Johnny just smiled; he needed a coach as fierce as he was.

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Johnny was on a high; he was in first place. It was incredible, amazing in fact, and he headed back to the locker room as fast as he could, because he didn't want to jinx it. Jeremy hadn't skated yet and neither had Evan, but Johnny wasn't just in the lead, he was well in the lead with a very good score. Anyone else was going to have to be on perfect form to beat him. It was possible, but he had done everything he needed to do.

When Harry was there to escort him right to the locker room door, he couldn't help grinning at his almost lover in what was probably a very salacious way. He wasn't quite sure if a blowjob counted as making another guy a lover or not, but that didn't really matter, because he had every intention of making it completely irrelevant as soon as possible.

"You were amazing," Harry said and genuinely seemed to mean it.

"And no more competition for a while," he replied, deciding that the hallway was private enough for what he wanted to do.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the locker room door open and the perfect person appeared in the corridor. He would have known that ridiculously tall frame and propensity for black anywhere, even without a proper look.

"What do you think of the idea of continuing what we started last night?" he asked, pretending he hadn't seen Evan a few feet away.

"Well I am your bodyguard," Harry replied with a grin that probably matched his for wickedness, "but I'm on duty for a few more hours."

Johnny had a sudden flash of Harry in a uniform and it did nothing to help his self-control.

"How about just a little kiss to keep me going?" he asked and leaned in without waiting for permission.

With his skates on he was taller than Harry, which was novel, and Harry didn't object in the slightest when he initiated the kiss. There was nothing little about it and Johnny let himself sink into the passion.

"Get a room, Weir," Evan said spitefully and all but pushed past him.

When he looked round Evan was glaring like he had just done something unforgivable, so Johnny smiled sweetly back.

" I intend to, Lysacek," he said in a perfectly pleasant tone, "I intend to."

Evan headed to the rink looking very out of sorts and Johnny couldn't help feeling pleased with himself.

"You know," Harry said when Johnny turned back to face the man he had every desire to screw through the wall, "he pays far more attention to you than is healthy."

Johnny shrugged and gave Harry another peck on the lips.

"We've been competing against each other through all our formative years," he said, but he was much more interested in what he and Harry would be getting up to once the competition was over, "it's a small world. I'm probably the most interesting thing in it."

That made Harry laugh, which was precisely what he had intended. He liked Harry, the Englishman had a very well developed sense of humour.

"Well, since I have escorted you and your ego safely to the locker room," Harry said, still smiling, "I must bid you farewell. I need to check in with my people, but I'll be back to make sure you get safely to the medal ceremony."

That made Johnny beam; he liked that Harry had faith in him.