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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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Tom Jones Eat Your Heart Out part 1

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After the time trials, Apolo feels his body burning in ways that makes him blush and some internal voice murmur 'old man'. It's frustrating and annoying and he loathes the thought of never being able to reach that gold podium again merely because his mind is stronger than his body.

He bangs a gloved hand against the open lockers, growling to himself before pressing his brow against the cool metal. His bandana blocks it's blissful touch -so much like the ice, cold but just beyond the barriers of his uniform- so Apolo tips his head until his cheek can stick. Sweat and exertion making his skin burn and oh, the metal is a blessing indeed.

A hand on his back makes him jump. Apolo spins on heel, thinking he was alone having dragged his feet long enough for everyone else to be a ghost from the rink. The face before him, youthful and filled with the future, makes Apolo's anger flare once more. But it's JR and who can be mad at him? It's like kicking a puppy across the ice just to watch him slip and stumble despite best efforts. NObody's that cruel and the freshly showered, changed into casual clothes body draws him in faster than Apolo could expect.

"You're going to kill them out there," JR says against his hair. Apolo's limp against him, shock and confusion at the embrace floundering against the physical reaction that wraps his arms tight around JR's middle. He's strong enough to hold them both up and Apolo lets out a breath he had been holding all the while into JR's shoulder.

To think it was reversed once before. That JR's injury sent their team spiraling out into way beyond freaking out and it was Apolo that put his arms around his younger teammate to reassure and calm. He remembers the two of them, late at night, sneaking onto a rink alone and JR having to hold onto Apolo while remembering what it felt like to have the ice under his feet again. Sweat on his brow, his knee shaking, but Apolo held his hands and skating backwards or beside JR until he could comfortably loop the rink at a steady clip.

It was too much and the team doctor yelled at them later, but from then on JR's smile would always grow when Apolo was in his view.

Some of the others teased him about his mancrush on Apolo (to which JR would always reply who didn't have a crush on him? The delightful silence made JR laugh and Apolo's ears burn) but otherwise them being inseparable wasn't an issue.

Now Apolo clung to the younger man like a lifeline. The gold tips of his glove unyielding against JR's arm and Apolo refuses to think that he might start shaking -frustration, fury, fear, and sadness threatening to overwhelm him- were it not for the equally strong grip upon his shoulders. JR puts a bit of distance between them, one hand sliding up to pat his cheek as he says quiet, reassuring words that are parroted phrases of support from their coach. Apolo listens, distantly, as his mind drifts back to the ice and his terrible time against his past trials.

When JR kisses him, cupping Apolo's face like he were something precious and delicate, the skater opts to start paying attention to the present moment. He's barefoot, back against the lockers and JR's fingers are deftly undoing the long zip in order to slide a hand down over the clammy skin. Questioning what JR is doing or why is on the tip of his tongue, but JR keeps sucking that into his own mouth and Apolo lets the flow drown him in an entirely different sense than before. Once he relaxes, exhaling against JR's mouth, the younger skater smiles.

He draws up the black-gloved hand, dotting kisses against the palm and carefully slides his tongue over the warm metal tips. Apolo shivers, feeling his dick twitch against the slick material of his suit, and bites his lower lip. His thumb slips past JR's grinning lips, distracting him as the fabric is pushed past his shoulders and he fights only for a moment to pull his hands free one at a time.