(Untitled)

[wintergameskink]

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,

Comments

Part 2

[anonymous]

Things pretty much sucked after that. Worse than the angry calls from his coaches and various officials were the ones from his family and friends. His mother was as supportive as she could be, and that had just been an awful and uncomfortable conversation. It had gone much the same with Chris, but David wasn’t quite sure what to do with him, and JR blamed it on his brother’s military background, not the man himself. The texts from his friends were almost funny; people he hadn’t heard from in years were suddenly offering their support, acting like they were his best friends. He barely recognized any of their names. A couple people he actually considered friends left texts condemning him, and that really sucked, but he figured it was something he’d have to get used to.

The calls were only piled on top of the already agonizing wait while his fate was decided for him. He wanted to turn off his phone, but he couldn’t miss the call that would tell him what would happen to him, so he kept it close enough that he could see the screen and immediately ignore whoever it was if he knew they didn’t have news. He had been ordered to stay in his room or at least the dorm building for now, so he put his headphones on and spent the morning and afternoon starring at the ceiling.

He only realized he had fallen asleep when the sound of his phone going off yet again woke him, and he noticed the shadows in the room were longer. He checked the clock; he’d been asleep for about two hours. He scrambled for his phone and checked the display. It was his coach. All his nerves came rushing back and his hand was shaking as he answered, “Hello?”

“Here’s the deal, kid,” he didn’t bother with an introduction. “You and Ohno are both still in the relay.” JR let out a breath of relief. “But you’ll be skating second, instead of third.” Of course, JR thought, now that everyone knows, the push he was supposed to give Apolo would be too scandalous. “You two are not to be seen together, avoid the press, which probably involves not going to any of the events you might have been planning to go to.” He didn’t think that was entirely fair, but he wasn’t going to argue. “And neither of you will be attending the closing ceremonies.”

“That’s not fair!” JR knew he sounded like a child, but he couldn’t help it. “I didn’t get to go to the opening ceremonies because I had to race.”

“None of these are negotiable, Celski. And you’re lucky you managed to get this much. I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.” He hung up, and JR tossed his phone to the floor, frustrated.

He flopped back on his bed, gazing at the familiar ceiling. He realized he was hungry, and had to brave the cafeteria. There were more people in the hall this time, and very few of them met his gaze. News apparently travelled fast. When he reached the cafeteria the room didn’t fall silent, nothing as dramatic as that, but only a few people tried to hide the fact that they kept glancing at him, and then whispering to each other. JR felt his cheeks go red, beginning to realize just how many people knew about a very private part of his life. He felt as exposed as he had been in the pictures. He got his food as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on the floor. The room wasn’t that crowded, so it was easy to find a table by himself. He almost wanted to take his food back to his room, but he couldn’t spend all his time hiding, he had to face the public sooner or later, and he might as well start now.

He was nearly done when a shadow fell over him, and this time everyone closest to him did grow quiet, and without looking up JR knew who it was. “Go away, Apolo.” Instead of leaving, he sat down across from JR. “Seriously. They told us not to be seen together.”

“I’m pretty sure they meant out there,” he gestured out the window.

“Whatever, why are you here?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” JR scoffed. Apolo had seemed pretty unconcerned that morning, like he knew the only person who had anything to lose was JR.

“Yeah right,” JR hissed. “What do you care? You’re Apolo Ohno, win another gold and no one’s going to care about this. But I’m always going to be the kid on the internet sucking your dick.”