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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2
I never really expected this to take off so well, let alone end up with 4000+ comments. Now it's time for part 2!
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right?
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He was still sixteen, and he sees Apolo for the first time in years following a nasty spill. JR usually doesn't get distracted during practice, or ever, but the new voice had kind of freaked him out. He was used to zoning out everyone else's voices, (especially Simon and Travis', since all they did was talk about hot chicks and fast cars), but the addition of a new voice threw him off balance.
He looks exactly the same, except a little wiser. Maybe a little taller. JR couldn't really remember much about Apolo. He's surprised when Apolo calls him his protege though. Sure, he was good, but not that good. He gets up grimacing as Apolo chuckles, not bothering to hold out a hand to help JR up. On the other side of the rink, he sees Jordan and Simon looking at him with awe, mouths hanging open at Apolo's openness with him.
“Uh, yeah. I usually don't do that.” JR's surprised with the shyness of his voice, scratching the back of his head to make up for it.
“Damn, your voice got deeper. But then again, last time I saw you, you were this high,” he indicated an area slightly above his knees, “with a cast on your arm.” He chuckles to himself again and smirks, and JR can't help but frown a bit, not remembering such an arrogant Apolo when he was younger.
“Skate with me.” It's not so much a request, but a demand. JR keeps a neutral expression on his face, hands behind his back as they glide around the perimeter of the rink. Apolo asks about his brothers and his mom. JR asks about what he's done since Salt Lake. They're finished talking after one lap around, spending another just skating next to each other.
“So, how about it then?” JR sees a new glint in Apolo's eyes. And he just wants to wipe it out, no matter how light and nice and brown they were. They both glide over to the starting line, and JR hears Simon murmur “dude” to Travis in amazement.
The both take off, faster than fast when they hear the gun. And JR knows he's going to lose. He's up against Apolo Ohno, the guy who had more medals than JR had hours in the day to sleep. But when they cross the line ten laps later, he's barely a skate behind Apolo, breathing heavily, a bead of sweat rolling off his face as he licks his lips, hands on his knees. Apolo looks at him appraisingly.
“Not bad kid. Not bad at all.” And even though the guy seems like a total tool, even though he knew JR wasn't going to win and it seemed like all he wanted to do was boost his own ego, JR felt pleased. He sticks his tongue out at his friends, Apolo laughing beside him when they yell obscene things back to him. He feels Apolo clap a hand on his back, telling him he has potential. Apolo has to leave for an interview, but he tells JR he'll keep in touch. And JR finds himself hoping that he actually will.
Simon says this is where it all started. But no one really pays attention to Simon, and with good reason. Because everything started way before this, at least according to JR.
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