2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME
Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested,
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“Oh ‘Polo.” Seeing him like this was torture for J.R. too. He couldn’t be J.R.’s magnificent ice hero when he was in bed, shaking with chills.
“Go away J.R.”
Apolo tugged the blanket over his face, rolling away from J.R. Equally stubborn, J.R. walks over to Apolo’s other side, ripping the blanket off of his face.
“You look like shit.”
“Go away. Can’t get you sick. Wouldn’t forgive myself.”
Apolo’s sentences are brief and punctuated with coughs and sniffles.
J.R., instead of pushing him away, and looking back why isn’t that an option when Apolo’s sick germs are about to swarm him?, cuddles up to Apolo, holding him close, letting his head fall against J.R.’s abs. Apolo fights to get away, but he’s really weak right now and the way that J.R.’s hands is tangled in his hair, fingertips massaging his scalp is sort of heavenly right now.
“Did you take some Day-Quil?”
“Can’t get up, it’s so freezing in here.”
J.R. nods and goes to fill up a glass with some water, grabbing a pack of medicine from Apolo’s table. He passes the older man three pills and the cup of water.
“Three?”
“Clearly you were too sick to get up and look in a mirror? You look really sick and this is gonna make you feel better. Just like the commercial, right? You’ll get your strength back.”
He kisses Apolo’s forhead, surprised to find it a relatively moderate temperature. ‘At least he doesn’t have a fever’ J.R. thinks to himself.
“If you’re gonna stay here, no kisses. You’re probably already gonna get sick if you just stay here for a while.”
J.R. kisses him again, this time on his lips.
“You’re so worth it.”
The next day Apolo wakes up feeling only slightly better and to a view of J.R. sprawled across his bed, nose more red than usually.
“J.R.! You have to go!”
He wakes up quickly at the sound of Apolo’s voice.
“Mhhmm?”
He sniffles too, which really cements it in for Apolo.
“I’ve got my meds and you’re starting to get sick now. Please, I’ll just take care of myself. I’m a grown man.”
J.R. smiles, reaching for his hand to hold and kisses him softly.
“Don’t you get it? I’m not gonna leave you baby.”
“I wish you would sometimes though. Then you’re gonna get sick and I’m gonna have to take care of you.”
“Promise me you’ll wear a little nurse’s costume?”
Apolo gently spanked him, laughing as J.R. yelped, not expecting the contact. Yawning, he got up to get three pills, one for him and two for Apolo.
Despite getting sick, J.R was all too happy to help out Apolo. When he was back to normal a few days later, J.R. couldn’t help but to take all the credit. Besides, now Apolo had a good excuse to take care of him. He started by carrying him bridal style back to his room, laying him on the bed and pulling the covers tight around his body. He came back with medicine, water and soup. Apolo watched over him day and night until he got better.
J.R.’s sickness, although it lasted longer, was much less severe. Not so much a bed confining sickness as Apolo’s had been, but more of a subtle exhaustion that would leave him too close to passing out after practices. Within the week though, he too was feeling better; back to being all smiles and cute laughs and J.R. Apolo credited this all to himself, ignoring the fact that if he hadn’t been sick in the first place, J.R. would never have gotten sick. Each time J.R. tried to tease him, saying he got him sick, Apolo would slyly respond
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nurse Ohno does not get people sick.”
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THANK YOU! This is so cute, I love it so much. <3
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