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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 10

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“Well, why don’t you sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable.” Johnny replied, seemingly unfazed by Evan’s stuttering declaration and obvious discomfort. He turned towards the living room, then went past it to the kitchen, his lithe gait drawing Evan’s eye down to his ass as he followed. Evan sat on the couch. There was a Vogue on the coffee table and he picked it up as Johnny went in the other room, trying to get his hands to stop trembling. Johnny reappeared with two bright red drinks as Evan flipped it open.

“Wearing Vera has given you a taste for haute couture now?” Johnny asked in a snide voice, setting one of the drinks on a coaster in front of Evan.

Evan didn’t even know what that meant. “Um, it was just here and I was looking at it” he said stating what Johnny obviously already knew.

Although Johnny could not be said to be known for his compassion or for suffering fools, he seemed to take pity on Evan and went on. “Pomegranate juice. Galina squeezes me gallons of it. I don’t even know how she smuggles fruit through customs, but she always manages to bring them along, she never trusts that she’ll be able to find them, although it’s not like Vancouver is exactly the end of the earth. The end of the world for me, maybe, but still part of civilization.” He ended tartly, and sipped his drink.

The brisk tone of Johnny’s voice, his languid air, his correct posture in the ridiculously uncomfortable looking chair across on the far side of the table, his command of the space, of language, of his own situation, when Evan felt like he was struggling to know which way was up and how to speak, seemed to ground him just a bit and he sat up straighter and took the glass.