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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 3

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Apolo looks around, as if expecting someone with a camera -friend or enemy alike- to leap out and use this situation to frame him or upset his reputation. But it's just JR, grinning in that bashful beautiful way of his which seems so damn natural Apolo knows at least the rest of the world is as doomed as he is when he falls under it's spell.

He pauses only to open the door again, flipping the sign around to 'do not disturb', then locks it behind him as he approaches the bed. Apolo drops clothes as he goes, landing naked beside JR, who just laughs at his impromptu strip tease. JR's hands are cool from the gloves, the gold making Apolo shiver as one smooth fingertip glides over his lower lip.

As it's JR's first Olympics, his first medal, Apolo decides to give him the night. He busies his mouth against the firm stomach and cock, tasting the precut against his tongue and feels the slick surface of the gold slide along his scalp as JR holds onto him. Apolo holds onto his hips, keeping him still enough to set the pace since he knows those legs beneath him, shaking with restraint, are strong enough to break the hold of his hands. That JR is holding back makes Apolo moan, the vibrations buzzing down the length of his cock which makes JR gasp and groan out his fellow skater's name.

The cool touch returns, rubbing along his flank and up to his chest as Apollo winces, taking JR's slick and latex wrapped dick in his ass. It was his choice to bottom out, JR seemed surprised at first but the way his eyes went dark and stayed dark; Apolo knew he'd made the right one. He murmurs as it passes over his cheek again, opening his eyes against his instinct to clench and push as he catches JR's wrist.

A breath that had buried itself deep inside of him only lets out, his body relaxing; as he takes his gloves back and slides them over his own hands. The weight perfect and familiar against his palms and fingers that he almost forgets where he is at the muscle memory of the ice and his training that flashes through his body. JR's hands are warm now, stroking his hips and reaching up as he bends, meeting Apolo halfway for a slow kiss. Their bodies shift and move against one another while they get used to the new sensations.

JR grins, that young naughty smirk that he flashes on rare occasions, as he slides Apolo's gold-tipped thumb into his mouth. Retaliation comes quickly though, in the form of the older man flexing his hips in a way that makes JR's eyes close and his teeth dig into the slick fabric. Raising himself onto his knees, Apolo figures out pretty quick the right speed and angle to make stars brush behind his eyes while the feel of the thrusts in him stretch over every bit of his spine and neck.

A thumb becomes two fingers, stroking and pushing over JR's tongue until a trail of spit slides down his chin. Apolo's vision blurs, thoughts of fucking the younger man's mouth making his dick twitch and drives him to slam down harder into JR's lap. He feels JR's hand slip, palms just as slick as his own skin, but hold onto his hips hard enough to leave red marks to keep up the fast pace.