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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... )
Sitting on Stéphane’s bed and telling him this makes Johnny feel ridiculous all of a sudden, like how in school he always understood the lesson until the teacher asked him to explain it to the person next to him. Heat rushes into his cheeks. “Sorry. You must think I’m some neurotic freak with boundary issues.”
Stéphane chuckles fondly. “Of all the things I think of you, that it not one of them. I think you have the opposite of boundary issues- you are almost too open.” He stops and his brow furrows. “Although, I suppose that could also be a boundary issue, having none.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he sighs, falling backwards on the bed so he’s lying on his back staring at Stéphane’s ceiling. “Well, at least the press gets a kick out of it, right?” He flashes Stéphane his most charming grin. They stay silent for a moment before Johnny laughs to himself. “Come on, you can’t deny that I’m at least a little bit neurotic.”
“No, I don’t suppose I can,” Stéphane teases, leaning over him to kiss his cheek.
Johnny dodges the kiss and grabs Stéphane’s wrist, pulling him down next to him so their hips touch. “It’s kinda weird that you have posters of yourself.”
Stéphane looks insulted. “My fans give them to me. I cannot just throw them in the trash!”
“And what’s with the ladybugs?” He picks up one of the stuffed insects and bounces it on Stéphane’s chest. Secretly, Johnny almost likes the lady bugs. They suit Stéphane’s personality well.
“What is wrong with ladybugs? They are very nice bugs,” Stéphane protests.
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“I know. I have had it since I was…” He pauses to think. “Twelve years old, I think.”
“That seems like a long time ago,” Johnny sighs.
Stéphane mimics him, exhaling loudly. “It was a long time ago. I’ve had this bed for half of my life.” He pats the mattress next to him. “There are some memories here.”
Johnny can’t stop the chuckle that bubbles up from his chest. “Like what?” He rolls over so he is on top of Stéphane, peering down at him curiously.
“Trying to get some more sleep before school. Wishing for a girlfriend.” Stéphane shrugs. “The usual childish things.”
“You were the first guy I actually wanted to be my boyfriend,” Johnny announces after a quiet moment.
“Wow.” Stéphane’s eyes get a far-away look, like he’s trying to remember something. “How old were we?”
“I was sixteen, I think.” He kisses Stéphane’s neck, slowly trailing up to his jaw. “You were-“ He stops to think for a moment.
Stéphane rolls them so they are both on their sides facing each other. “What?”
“Sweet. Cute.” Johnny brushes his hair back and kisses both of his temples. “All that good stuff.”
“You’re very affectionate today,” Stéphane points out.
“Seeing as how I haven’t seen you in weeks, I think that’s allowed,” Johnny argues lightly. “Plus all this reminiscing is reminding me how lucky I am to have you.”
Stéphane rolls his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure that’s why.”
“Fine. You caught me.” He holds up his hands guiltily. “I’m horny.”
“What else is new?” he teases, finally catching Johnny’s lips with his own.
Johnny pulls back, staring at him with a hurt expression. “You left me for almost nineteen days with only my right hand to satisfy myself. I think the least you owe me is some making out.”
“I can do that,” Stéphane decides with a wicked grin, attacking his mouth again.
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“Do you want me to fuck you?” Stéphane whispers harshly in his ear, nipping gently at his neck.
He moans loudly, feeling his body respond even more. “Always.” His hips jerk up when Stéphane chuckles lowly in response, kissing down the line of his jaw. “Quit teasing,” he orders, trying to sound commanding.
“Arms up, s’il vous plait.” Stéphane pats his sides, moving to straddle his waist so he can tug Johnny’s t-shirt up to his armpits. For a long moment, the Swiss man just sits back and stares.
Johnny squirms under the intensity of his gaze. “I thought we were going to fuck.”
“We probably will,” Stéphane reassures him, skimming his hands lightly across his ribs, suddenly gentle. “But maybe I will make love to you instead.” He kisses both of his nipples and, when Johnny inhales sharply, drops his lips to seal over his bellybutton.
“Um.” Johnny doesn’t exactly know what to say, mostly because he’s quickly losing his ability to form complete sentences. “Okay?” he ventures, looking down his own body to watch Stéphane.
He smiles. “Don’t sound so afraid. It won’t hurt you.”
“It’s just- We haven’t-“ Johnny cuts himself off with a choked moan when Stéphane’s fingers begin to toy with the button on his pants. “I don’t know if I can-“
Stéphane pulls away and moves so his face is hovering over Johnny’s. “You can. I know we haven’t done this before. We haven’t decided if this will be serious. But I think I am in love with you.”
“That’s a shame,” Johnny says lightly.
“Why? You don’t…?” Stéphane looks lost and hurt.
Johnny puts on his most holier-than-thou face and shrugs. “It’s just that… Well, I know I’m in love with you. This could end is disappointment for me, couldn’t it? Bitter, bitter disappointment.” He smiles up at him to let him know he’s joking.
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Johnny raises his hips in an attempt to help, but he ends up accidentally kneeing Stéphane in the stomach.
“Ow,” he moans, rolling over and sprawling on the bed next to Johnny, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh my God!” Johnny rises up on his knees and hovers over him. “Are you okay?”
Stéphane answers by bursting into laughter while Johnny continues to look panicked. “I cannot believe this is the first time that’s happened,” he chokes as he struggles to sit up.
“How can you be laughing? I could have killed you!” Johnny feels like he’s going to hyperventilate.
“I think you overestimate your own strength,” Stéphane pants, trying to catch his breath. “I am not in imminent danger of dying.” Another giggle bubbles up. “Except maybe from laughter.”
Johnny frowns and turns away, perching on the edge of the bed. “It wasn’t funny.”
“You know I don’t mean it. I’m fine,” he promises.
The American still refuses to look at him. “You’re kind of being a jerk.”
Stéphane slowly snakes his arms around Johnny’s waist and begins to work at Johnny’s pants. “Maybe I can make it up to you?” he teases, right in Johnny’s ear.
“Don’t think you’re going to charm your way out of this, buster,” Johnny gasps, already thinking Stéphane will indeed charm himself out of this one.
“I don’t need charm. I have a secret weapon.” He smiles against the back of Johnny’s neck.
Johnny scoffs. “Really? What would that be?”
After a moment of suspense, Stéphane lets out what must pass for a war cry in his head and pulls Johnny backwards. “I know you are ticklish!”
“Oh, shit!” Johnny cries as Stéphane attacks him, digging his fingertips into his ribs mercilessly. “Stop it!” he pleads, thrashing around to get out of Stéphane’s reach. The bed creaks.
“Take it back, then!”
Johnny is laughing so hard he can barely speak. “You’re still… being a jerk.”
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“Shit, I’m sorry!” he yelps.
“For what?” Stéphane prompts him.
Johnny opens his mouth to reply, but at that moment there is another creak and the bed lurches to the side.
“Oh, my.” Stéphane looks like he’s either about to laugh hysterically or start crying. “This does not usually happen.”
“Um, sorry for breaking your bed?” Johnny offers with a smile.
Stéphane is speechless for a moment before he starts laughing helplessly again. “How can I sleep here knowing that this bed could collapse under me at any second?”
“We’ll have to test its remaining structural integrity,” Johnny suggests with a wicked grin.
Maybe other people’s bedrooms aren’t as bad as he thought.
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THEY'RE SUCH DORKS, I LOVE THIS, I LOVE THEM. I LOVE YOU, AUTHOR!ANON! :D
LADYBUGS! TICKLING! "OH THAT'S A SHAME" JOHNNY! KNEEING STEPHANE!
so so amazing. :'DDDDD D'AWWWWW SO FLUFFY AND WARM~~IF IT WAS TANGIBLE I WOULD CUDDLE THIS.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FILLING! :D
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