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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 14

[anonymous]

Evan had no idea where to begin. “Well. It’s sexual. I mean, I think it’s mainly sexual. I just can’t stop thinking about how you would touch me, what you would do, how you would act. But I don’t know if it’s just sexual, because part of that is that I have no idea how you would act, because you never seem like just one person, like I can imagine you being gentle and I can imagine you raking your nails down my back, and I can imagine you wanting to look at me while you fuck me and I can imagine you refusing to face me. I get so turned on by the idea of you wanting me and possessing me I can hardly breath” and honestly, at this point his breath was coming a little short, “and then I think, fuck, I don’t even know if he tops. I mean, how can I be obsessed with having sex with you when I don’t even know any of this?”

To Johnny’s eyes, Evan looked frighteningly sincere. His eyes were beseeching, and for the first time in memory, he wasn’t wearing clothes with huge logos on them. He looked like a confused man rather than a hero, he looked human rather than poised. To Evan, Johnny looked a bit pink-cheeked, like his fantasy come to life, sitting there wrapped in a robe (was he even wearing anything underneath? GOD.) all imperious but not impervious to Evan’s speech. Evan licked his lips. Johnny suddenly realized that Evan must be expecting some kind of response.

“Well. I can’t say I’ve had this interesting of a proposition in a long time” he began-not that he’d had any real propositions in a long time given that he was pretty sure Galina could tell if he had so much as a wet dream; and come to think of it, he and Evan might be as different as night and day, but he bet figure skating coaches weren’t all that different on the issue of sex, and Evan probably hadn’t gotten laid in a while either-“but I’m not really sure how this is my problem, or what you expect me to do about it.” He was perversely pleased with his own cruelty. Evan’s speech about how he pictured Johnny dominating him, was turned on by the thought of Johnny’s nails and cock pressed into him was more than a little arousing, especially given the oh-so-earnest delivery. Johnny could hardly believe that Evan Lysacek, who was so well heeled that he probably asked permission to go shit, was in Johnny’s rooms definitely without anyone’s knowledge, about to beg to be fucked. And Johnny was making him beg.

NOTE: I have to go to bed, but I'll finish this tomorrow.

Re: FILLED part 14

[anonymous]

BAD TIME FOR BEDTIME!

By which I mean, OMG this is fantastic! Sex pollen FTW!