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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 12

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Apolo let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. JR was going to listen. He was going to help him figure this out. He wasn’t going to make the process agony. He should’ve known. JR was so laid back, so willing to make the best of things.

“So what do you think? Should I talk to the IOC? How would I explain this? What do I do in the meantime?” Apolo has his game face on now. Having JR believing him, on his side, is a huge weight off his shoulders, and as long as he can keep his hands to himself, they’ll be fine, they can have time later to process this awkward admission of normal-level attraction. Then he met JR’s eyes, and what he sees in them is not a desire to help. It’s just desire. And it’s apparently aimed at him. “Oh no. I’ve infected you somehow. I have to leave. We can’t be near each other. Maybe we should call my dad after all. FUCK.” He stood up, backing away from the table, away from that tantalizing glint.

“Apolo, stop it. I’m not ‘infected’ I just….I saw into your head for just a second, when we touched. And maybe this isn’t how we would have wanted to get together, maybe this isn’t even officially getting together, I’m not sure what we are, and obviously you aren’t either. But just because I haven’t weighed out whether or not it’s a good idea, whether or not we should go for it, doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to you. I am. I am very attracted to you.” Suddenly JR did feel like Apolo was a hunted animal, but he wasn’t a predator. He was a tamer, moving slowly, not making sudden motions, not scaring Apolo. “If we can solve this by having sex, without the IOC, and especially without your dad, then we should try it.” He was within armsreach of Apolo now, and he held his chin up. “I’m here. I consent. I can help you, if this is the solution you want.”

Indecision flickered in Apolo’s eyes. He wanted JR so badly that his entire body seemed to be drawn to him, but he knew that once he touched him he wouldn’t be able to stop, nothing would stop him from fulfilling this crushing need, nothing would stand between him and every fantasy, every dirty thought, every way of taking JR in his mind. JR stood before him, willing but defiant, so very achingly beautiful that for a moment Apolo regretted he hadn’t given in before to taking him, to worshipping that lovely body and tenderly showing him all the pleasure he could, because this could not be tender, it was too fierce, too raw for tender, and that long-limbed beauty might end up marked and debauched and bittersweet rather than simply sweet, but now he couldn’t wait any longer.

JR stood waiting for his decision, and with the speed that made him famous and none of the grace that made him popular, Apolo grabbed him and pulled him forward, flush against him. JR let out a startled puff of air, but before he could inhale again, Apolo’s mouth was on his. His lips were soft but demanding, sucking at his upper lip as Apolo’s soul patch set his bottom lip tingling, and Apolo’s tongue was in his mouth, running firmly over his teeth, his palate, the soft underside of his tongue, as if wanting to know and touch and feel JR inside and out. He was feeling him outside too. Apolo had initially grabbed JR by his upper arms, but had slid his hands up to JR’s neck and around the back of his head, not so much cradling it as holding on to the silky hair for dear life, fingers gripping almost painfully while his thumbs made motions that might have been soothing if the whole thing hadn’t felt so life and death. And at the same time, all of Apolo’s heightened desire was coursing through him.