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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, ( Read more... )
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, ( Read more... )
Bode huffed in relief once he was in the halls around BC Place. Avril Lavinge’s mere presence reminded him why he’d bailed before the Closing Ceremonies in Tornio. He ambled along, thankful that the noise some people called music was almost unnoticeable in this part of the arena. An explosion of red hair ahead of him derailed that train of thought.
Kids today, he thought. Think they can get away with anything with a flip of their hair and some spinning tricks. He’s still got a lot to prove.
Before he could stop himself, Bode jogged to catch up with the proud owner of the most famous hair at the Games.
“What brings you here?” he asks.
Shaun smiles. “Getting away from that…crap.”
“I hear ya. So…enjoying the Closing Ceremonies otherwise?”
“Yeah, although I really didn’t need to hear that bit about making love in a canoe.”
Bode snorted. “Indeed, but at least they chose the right person to make that joke.”
The snowboarder furrowed his eyebrows.
“Never mind,” Bode continued. “Before your time.”
“And you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, old man?” Shaun taunted, a shit eating grin creeping on his face.
“You callin’ me old?”
Shaun tried and failed at looking innocent. That was enough for Bode to grab him by the tie and drag him into the bathroom. He shoved the shorter man against the wall and pinned him by the shoulders. Shaun’s wide eyes invited Bode to push some more, rubbing his palms into the navy blazer.
“What the hell are you doing?” Shaun asked.
Bode cocked his head and surveyed his supposed rival. Eyes still wide, breath coming and shallow gasps and body almost still, the skier thought back to examining the Super G course at Creekside. The turns and contours begged for an unnatural combination of speed and power. The sun kissed snow toward the bottom and hissing air made fight to maintain his power. He could still dominate the course…and Shaun.
“Gonna show you that skiing with heart trumps midair twists,” he half growled. “On your knees. Now.”
Shaun didn’t move, prompting Bode to shove him down. He made sure Shaun was pencil straight from the thighs up then popped the button on his pants. Sliding a hand in that fiery nest of hair, Bode marveled at its wiry-silky feel between his fingers. He tightened his hold and yanked the strands.
“Yes,” Shaun gasped, his eyes glazing over. “Hell yes.”
“Oh?” Bode asked, surprised at how Shaun’s resistance started to melt. “You like that?”
Shaun nodded, which allowed Bode to adjust his grip. He pulled tighter and pushed the younger man’s head closer to him. Looking down, he saw Shaun’s face more relaxed and a look like he was waiting for his next direction.
“Unzip me,” Bode ordered, “with your teeth.”
He kept a hold of Shaun’s head and watched the snowboarder press his lips against the zipper tab. Teeth nudged his length through the zipper, and he stroked the red curls in encouragement. Shaun bit the tab and lowered his head to unzip Bode’s pants. A low growl rumbled from deep in Bode’s chest as the zipper opened.
“Now that’s talent,” he breathes. “Open up.”
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