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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... )
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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