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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Evan still was at a loss for words. He had no idea why he was here. He couldn’t just ask Johnny for sex (could he? Probably not.), and he couldn’t leave. He opened his mouth and then closed it again while Johnny looked at him expectantly, some of the vitality back in his face as he studied Evan, eyes curious, but expression carefully bored.
“well, you came in the door I’m sure you can exit that way too, I’m going to my room.” Johnny turned to walk back down the little hallway.
“Wait!” Evan gasped, finally finding his words again. Johnny turned back to face him, looking now both curious and exasperated. “Um. I’ve been thinking about you. And…I needed to come here and tell you.” Evan knew he sounded ridiculous. He was ridiculous. Suddenly he felt like he was about to shatter. He couldn’t get a single unscripted line out of his mouth, no one had taught him how to maneuver gracefully through this conversation, and he didn’t even know what he wanted (okay, he wanted Johnny to fuck him and mark him and WANT him but he didn’t know why) and he didn’t have a plan and he could feel his facing flushing with embarrassment and OH GOD he could feel tears prickling in his eyes. For all that he was wishing away these unwanted reactions, they apparently convinced Johnny that he was serious.
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