Short Track
Short Track
Pairing: JR Celski/ Ahn Hyunsoo
Rating: R/NC-17??
Summary: Ohno goes looking for Celski after the younger skater gets disqualified only to wish he hadn't
Warnings: Sex, Voyeurism, first attempt at smut
Notes: Written for Evilish33 who's supposed to be writing me some Ahn Hyunsoo/Kim Dongsung smut XD and a few other different pairings too haha. I'm so sorry to anyone who reads this, it's my first attempt at smut
There are many things in Apolo Ohno's life that he'd rather forget like the look on Kim Dongsung's face when it was announced the Korean was disqualified, or the small pang of guilt that had settled into his stomach and had still yet to fade, 8 years later. Walking in of his teammate fucking the opposer and the sound Ahn Hyunsoo made as he came was another thing.
JR Celski had gone missing from the competitor's area some time after his disqualification and Ohno had been asked to check on him. It's not like he cared how the younger male was feeling, at the end of the day they were both competing for gold and now he was out of running and Ohno had one less person to try to beat.
"If you're looking for Celski, he went that way"
One of the Haemelin brothers, Ohno didn't care about their names, just knew one was hairier, pointed towards the entrance of the hallway that lead off to the various changing rooms with an amused twinkle in his eye. Ohno nodded and moved in the direction he'd been pointed, only to speed up at the man's next words.
"I think he went with that Korean kid"
Of course 'Korean kid' could have been any member of the Korean team though Ohno had been expecting to find JR with Kwak Yoon-Gy. The two often spoke to each other at various events thanks to Kwak's minimal english and the odd translation from the Korean staff.
Ohno stalks the hall way, checking various rooms for the two but has no luck with the assigned changing rooms. His stomach tightens as he continues down the hall way, short track was just as competitive as the other disciplines and there was no telling what someone would do to get one up on the competition. He should know.
In the last room he finds two duffel bags, one Korean and one American. The Korean bag sits to the far end of the benches, zipped closed with the hands neatly folded over each other on top. The American bag is closer, half falling off the bench and not fully zipped. The sleeve of JR's beloved starprint hoodie gives away it's ownership.
Ohno walks further into the room, pushes his team-mate's bag fully onto the bench as he passes, pausing besides the Korean bag, his fingers itching to hide it. Now he's further into the room, he can hear running water from the showers in the attached bathroom and a distorted groan that echoes from the tiled room. Ohno's chest tightens a little, Celski is still his team-mate and he doesn't want him getting hurt when there's still the men's relays to compete in.
He hurries closer, pushing up the sleeve of his jacket as he reaches the doorway, ready to pull the Korean from his team mate but the sight he meets stalls him in his tracks. Celski has his back to him from his place under the shower. The water spraying over him, matting his hair to his forehead and traces the curves of muscle in his lean legs and tanned back. It's not an usual thing to see, the americans shower together after pratice near enough every day, but it certainly was weird to see two equally muscular legs, that belonged to Ahn Hyunsoo, wrapped around his waist.
Ohno stares, completely bewildered, as JR thursts into the older Korean boy, nails biting into the skin of Hyunsoo's thighs as JR holds him up, trapping him between the American skater's body and the cool shower tiles. Ohno fixates on the movement of the JR's hips, a frenzy of quick thrusts that burry him into the Korean. Hyunsoo pants, a hand fisted in JR's hair. His face is flushed and his head tips back slightly as JR thrusts a little deeper, striking nerves and the Korean moans, low and deep. JR chuckles at that and after a few more short thrusts he manages to strike that spot again, encouraging a second, and soon a third and fourth moan from Hyunsoo's lips.
Ohno's spandex suit is suddenly way too tight and the beauty of the blushing Korean skater isn't lost on him as he palms himself. He hates Ahn on the ice because he's the best of the Korean skaters with his small frame and surging speed but there's something about the way his head is thrown back and the way his lips form an o that sends a rush of blood to his groin.
Ohno stumbles back, intent on getting out of there because he's painfully hard over his enemy but his sneaker scuffs, sending an echoing squeak throughout the small room. JR turns his head and catches him from the corner of his eye, a smirk on his lips because he knows exactly how Ohno feels about Ahn Hyunsoo. Hyunsoo draws his attention though and Ohno's eyes lock with the Korean's.
His small eyes are suddenly wide with surprise at being caught, his breath hitches and the Korean boy is coming, hard and fast around JR's cock. Hyunsoo's fingers press into Celski's shoulders and his mouth falls open in a low moan that reverberates into Ohno's groin. Celski follows moments later with a soft grunt, body tensing before he presses his face to the crook of Hyunsoo's neck, his lips brushing the flushed skin of Hyunsoo's chest as he fills the Korean. It's too much for Ohno because he can't take his eyes away from the Korean boy who's breath hitches as he comes down from his orgasm.
Ohno stumbles out of the room and collapses over the nearest bench as his own orgasm hits, the visual of the Korean and the moan echoing in his ears too much to handle.