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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... )
“Uh, yeah, juice is fine, if you’ve got that multi-grain toast, I might have that with peanut butter. I just ran.” Apolo replied, as if his clothes didn’t give that away.
JR made the toasted, poached the eggs, poured the juice while Apolo tracked him with his eyes from the table, saying nothing while JR kept up a stream of slightly nervous chitchat-he had met Michael Phelps, his brother’s regiment wanted some maple leaf mittens, though what they would do with them in the desert, he didn’t know, Zamboni problems at the track. Finally he sat down across from Apolo and pushed the plate at him. Apolo picked up the toast and inspected it, but didn’t take a bite.
Still staring at the toast, he started talking. “Something’s wrong with me. I don’t know what it is. Like, I know what is wrong with me, I just don’t know why. I mean, I know WHY, there was something on my gold medal, but I don’t know what it was, and I don’t know how it caused these problems, and I didn’t know who to talk to, and you’re the one I talk to, but you’re part of it all, and I think I’m going crazy.”
JR just stared at him, baffled. Apolo glanced up to meet his confused expression and sighed.
“I kissed my medal. There was something on it, some lotion or powder, I don’t know. I licked my lips, and suddenly all I could think about was you, wanting to have sex with you, wanting you in some bizarre, freaky way that I have never wanted you before-“ Apolo had been maintaining eyecontact the whole time and he saw JR’s expression falter for just a second at that, “-I mean, I’ve wanted you before JR, I think you know that, I think we both know that, but not like this, not this all-consuming desire to possess you, wanting to make you absolutely mine, this just goes beyond what real people FEEL.”
JR looked uncertain, and Apolo dropped the toast and ran a hand through his hair.
“JR, I’m serious. Something is WRONG with me.”
Apolo looked so serious, so worried, that JR reached across for his hand without even thinking about it. As soon as he touched his skin, he gasped as Apolo screamed out “DON’T TOUCH ME!” At that fleeting contact, JR had gotten a glimpse of Apolo’s mental state, the confusion, the urgency, the pent up desire, and through it all he had seen what Apolo was talking about, seen what Apolo had-their bodies together, naked, sweating, pressed passionately together.
Apolo looked at him in shock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, it just got so much worse, like I wouldn’t be able to even control myself from jumping across the table…I can’t stop this. But I can’t hurt you, and I can’t use you.” JR saw the sincerity-that Apolo needed to share this, but would do his best not to act on it if JR didn’t want it. He was still a bit dazed just from the touch-he had no idea how Apolo had been dealing with this for days-and he took a deep breath.
He met Apolo’s eyes. “I think I can help.”
NOTE: unfinished, but almost to the best bits!
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so excited for more!
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