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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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Okay, so I was the anon who was working on this. It kinda turned out a bit different than I meant it to, though. I hope you like it anyway!

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The muscles in JR’s back are jumpy beneath Apolo’s palm, nails raking back and forth over his forearm as they slowly picked their way back towards his room. It’s a jerky procession, hindered by JR’s fidgeting and occasional swaying off course, dark eyes darting wildly like a frightened animal.

“Come on, kid,” Apolo coaxed, closing his fist around the back of the younger man’s shirt and hauling him back to his side. He was torn between being exasperated and furious at the whole situation. Dealing with a freaking-out teenager was hardly what he wanted to spend his last night in Vancouver doing, but it was JR. It wasn’t like the kid did it on purpose... that was where the rage came in.

“Apolo?” JR asked suddenly, voice hushed and nails scratching even harder at his forearm. “I feel weird."

Whoever did this to the kid could burn in hell as far as Apolo was considered.

“You’ll be alright,” he muttered, trying to sound reassuring while grabbing JR’s hand to stop him from scratching straight through his skin.

“I don’t like it,” JR told him in a strange, hushed tone, turning into Apolo’s chest and looking up at him with eyes that were completely blown. The younger man’s skin was clammy-looking and his eyes were lulling open and shut strangely, and Apolo couldn’t quite smother the angry frown that took over his face as he gently tired to turn him towards his room. JR scrambled awkwardly against him, turning back into his chest and hands grasping desperately at Apolo’s arms. “No, no, don’t make me go. Don’t make me...”

Wrapping his arm around JR’s back, Apolo let the younger man fist his hands in his shirt and lull against him, slowing coaxing him forward that way instead. Poor kid was obviously having a really nasty trip, slurring nonsensically against his neck and staggering a little with each inch Apolo nudged him forward.

“Hang in there, JR,” Apolo soothed, knowing the nineteen year-old probably wasn’t listening well enough to actually get anything from it. Still, maybe the sound of a familiar voice would help ground him a little, if nothing else.

Apolo had been around people freaking out while high before, but it’d had never made him feel so helpless before. None of those people had been anything like JR; they’d been screw-ups and thugs and idiotic kids who thought they were being rebellious. None of those people had mattered much.

Thankfully JR stopped struggling enough that Apolo was able to lead him back to his room with minimal difficulty. Fishing the key out of JR’s pocket for him--feeling rage boil in his gut as the teenager just sagged docilely against him as he did--he let them in.

JR suddenly pulled away from him, wandering straight into the room and towards the balcony.