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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,

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FILLED part 5

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Apolo had nerves of steel. He never lost his cool. He yawned at competitions to psych other competitors out. He mastered mindgames, never let anyone fuck with his concentration. And he was shaking standing outside JR Celski’s door. He was Apolo Anton fucking Ohno, this kid was his friend, his confidante, his cheerful, sweet, tough JR, and he knew JR loved him, but this was just too fucking weird, and although he was attracted, and he was pretty sure JR still had a touch of a starstruck crush, they had never been intimate like Apolo’s feverish brain was imagining now, he had never seen JR’s eyes roll back in pleasure, had never tasted his skin or even touched his scar, had never licked every speck of ink on his chest, laving the nipple mixed in with tenderness, had never searched out his prostate with questing fingers or cock the way he wanted to with every fiber of his being this second.

He knocked on the door; JR answered. He took in Apolo’s appearance, it was the most upset he had ever seen him, although to the unknowing eye Apolo probably just looked a bit distracted. But JR knew Apolo, knew that he kept his emotions carefully controlled-sure Apolo seemed carefree or focused or happy or sad, but only because he let those emotions show. And right now Apolo was suppressing something strong, something JR knew had been eating away at him because usually Apolo would have been having lunch with him, asking if he’d been taking that stupid supplement, ruffling his hair, and bitching with him about their DQs. Instead, he has been stealing hunted looks at JR for the past couple days as if JR was some kind of predator about to spring a trap. Which was ridiculous. Apolo was a predator, he was the one who was in control, waiting for the moment to make his move. In contrast, JR skated like something joyful and free and exuberant, rather than with the ferocity Apolo displayed.

Realizing he had been staring, JR invited him into his little condo. He was wearing track pants and a t-shirt, barefooted before getting ready for the day. He had just poured some juice.