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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... )
Evan might not be a genius but he wasn’t stupid either. “You’re lying. He’s here, isn’t he?”
Her eyes betrayed her by flicking to the left. “He. Is. Out.” She said, not giving an inch.
Before he could even think about what he was doing Evan just yelled “JOHNNY! JOHNNY!” at the top of his lungs in Tanith’s face, making her flinch, eyes shutting at the sudden force of air and noise, but also making her lose her position at the door. While she was still a bit taken aback, he pushed past her into a room completely different from his own Spartan room, which he had left undecorated. The living room had candles artfully arranged on a coffee table, next to a beautiful sofa with an Audrey Hepburn poster above it. Tanith had regained herself and was now yelling at him, but he didn’t hear it, because Johnny had just appeared from the hall, obviously drawn by the shouting.
Evan just stared at him, unable to think anything except how being here in front of Johnny made it so much worse, seeing his beautiful skin, pale in stark contrast to his red lips, in contrast to the dark circles under his eyes. In Evan’s mind’s eye, Johnny hadn’t looked this tired, this guarded, lacking in vitality, and yet at the same time, that Johnny wasn’t flesh and blood, didn’t have the expressive face and body of the real Johnny, who still hadn’t said anything.
Tanith still looked pissed, and shot him an awful glance before turning to Johnny. “He wants to talk to you, not me, and I told him neither of us wanted to see him, but he forced his way in. I was on my way out, sorry to leave you with the golden prick.” She grabbed her purse and slammed the door behind her, leaving Evan still staring stupidly at Johnny, both of them standing awkwardly in the foyer. Well, Johnny didn’t look awkward, he managed to always look so fucking in charge of every situation, even this, a totally unprecedented social call from a rival. A small part of Evan’s brain wondered how he even knew that, but the larger part was screaming at him to reach out to Johnny, to drop to his knees and run his tongue along the tantalizing line between Johnny’s tight jeans and tight shirt.
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