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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... )
JR shook his head and got up, grabbing his plate and leaving the room, Apolo hot on his heels. Now everyone was watching them, and JR felt his cheeks heat up all over again. He had to pause to try to get his door open, and Apolo grabbed his wrist. “Stop being such a brat!”
“Let me go!” He tried to break Apolo’s grip, but the hand around his wrist just tightened painfully.
“No, we’re going to talk about this and you’re going to get over it.” Apolo pulled him along behind him, and JR could tell that they were heading in the direction of Apolo’s room. Someone wolf-whistled and he felt like his blush was going to become permanent at this rate.
Apolo opened the door and pushed JR inside. He turned and glared at him. “What am I supposed to ‘get over’? It’s embarrassing and no one is going to care about anything else now.”
“That’s bullshit,” Apolo snapped. “If you’re as good as you think you are you can make them forget. How many people said you wouldn’t make it here after September? You’re good at proving people wrong. Besides, what have you got to be ashamed about? The pictures are hot.”
JR splutters. “Are you kidding me? They’re embarrassing! Everyone has seen us! It’s an invasion of privacy. We were nearly kicked out of the rest of the games. Do you know how many sponsors we’re both going to lose? You’re such a dick.” He shoves Apolo.
“Feisty,” Apolo grinned.
“Just shut up!”
“Make me.”
It was ridiculous and childish, and it pissed JR off even more. He pushed Apolo again, making him stumble backwards in to the bed, his head bounced when it hit the mattress and JR felt a small sense satisfaction.
Unfortunately, Apolo looked just as satisfied as he smirked up at JR. “Close the curtains.”
JR glared at him. “What’s the point?” He climbed on to the bed and kneeled over Apolo, knees on either side of his hips.
Apolo settled his hands on JR’s hips and squeezed, not quite hard enough to bruise. “What happened to ‘This is so embarrassing, my career is over!’?”
“Shut up before I gag you with your own bandana.” He leaned down and placed biting kisses on Apolo’s lips, making him hiss. He worked his hand under Apolo’s shirt, scraping his short nails across his stomach, making the muscles there tense.
Apolo reared up, stripping JR’s shirt over his head. He wrapped his arms around JR’s back and pulled him closer, biting and licking at his tattoo, before he gave the same treatment to his nipple. JR gritted his teeth and wrapped a hand in Apolo’s hair and pulled him back up to his mouth. He gripped tighter and Apolo’s mouth dropped open, JR took the opportunity and claimed his mouth. His mouth was hot and slick inside, and JR pressed closer, getting a knee between Apolo’s legs and making him moan.
Apolo worked his hands down to the front of JR’s pants and tugged the zipper down, pulling them down and taking his underwear with it. He wrapped a tight hand around JR’s cock, making him gasp. “Oh, God.” He rocked his hips in to Apolo’s hand, and dropped his head to his shoulder, panting in to his neck.
His own hand reached the front of Apolo’s jeans, slightly uncoordinated because Apolo has added a devastating little twist of his hand that left JR’s mind blank. He bit down on Apolo’s shoulder, and it made his hand falter long enough that JR had more than two brain cells to figure out how to get Apolo’s pants off.
He got a hand on him and Apolo grit out, “Jesus, kid.”
JR tightened the grip his teeth have on the meat of Apolo’s shoulder. He swiped a thumb over the slit of his cock, making Apolo shudder. “Not a kid.”
They didn’t talk much after that, could only moan and pant in to the air between them. JR felt himself drawing closer to the edge and was determined to take Apolo with him, jacking his hand faster. He felt his body tense and release, come splattering all over both of them. His hand went slack around Apolo’s cock, but he me managed to scrape his teeth across Apolo’s neck, and gave a half-hearted squeeze. It was enough to push him over the edge, and he grunted, coating JR’s hand.
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