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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... )
Also first time writing RPS so it was kind of weird writing this while simultaneously getting Ohno's tweets LOL weird. >_>
There might be a large time gap between the story because its really late and I am so tired XD So expect the finale sometime tomorrow afternoon if I don't finish it tonight XD
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Celski gasps as his back hits the wall, unexpectedly caught off guard from Ohno's sudden aggressiveness. The older skater covers his the younger skater's lips with his own and coaxes his mouth open to deep then kiss. Celski quickly recovers from his initial shock and responds, leaning forward, pushing his body against Ohno's firm one. He can feel the man's calloused hands slip under his T-shirt, feeling his heated skin, teasing it, causing him to shiver against him and bite his lip to fight back the urge to make a sound.
It wasn't more than an hour ago that JR Celski was in his bed sleeping before he heard the sound of his phone going off. It had been a long and stressful day; the race, being disqualified, and then the all the drug testing afterwards... He was glad to finally be able to make it to his dorm in one piece and to a nice warm bed to sleep it all off. He was sorely wrong in his hopes when his cell phone vibrated against the night stand with a loud beeping noise letting him know he had a text message. At first he contemplated ignoring it, but considering all the drama that had happened he caved into the electronic device's demands and picked it up.
The text was from Apolo. Of all people... Now he wants to talk.
It was a simple message, standard typical Apolo Ohno fare: A suggestion to go get something to eat, a small joke about it being late and nothing being open, and some other optimistic comment about not giving up... or something like that. Celski had placed the phone back on night stand midway through the message to get up and put on a shirt. He probably would not have done this had another person asked, but since it was Ohno he felt this obligation to do it. It had already became the running joke with the rest of the team: JR Celski, Apolo Ohno's no. 1 fan! To them, if Ohno told him to jump into the freezing Vancouver harbor naked at 3am in the morning, JR would do it without question.
To say that it wasn't annoying would be putting it lightly.
When JR arrived at Apolo's dorm, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He wanted to talk to him about what had happened at the race and give him a pep talk. It wasn't the end of the world, he had many Olympics ahead of him. It was nice, to say the least, but it wasn't something that he wanted to talk about at that moment especially when it wasn't no more than forty minutes ago that he was still waiting on his drug test results to come back. Celski sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He stood up from the couch and yawned.
“ Thank you, but, I am really tired.” Celski said through his yawn. Ohno stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder.
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