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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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Re: Filled! - No More Soul, 3/?

[anonymous]

Pushing the door open, Apolo pulled J.R. in before shutting an locking the door behind him, shoving the younger boy towards his bed.

“Okay, seriously, J.R. What the fuck? Why’d you save off my soul patch? While I was looking of all times?” As he said this, Apolo ran a hand over his face as if to reaffirm that, yet, the soul patch really was gone - the first time in at least ten years, and he felt incredibly naked without it.

J.R. felt, for only a second, a tinge of regret as he watched Apolo looking so forlorn all of a sudden without his soul patch for reassurance before moving to stand in front of the twenty-seven year old. Reaching his hands out, he took the man’s face in his grasp, leveling their gazes.

“Because, honestly, Apolo, you look so much more handsome without it.” He paused to run a single thumb over where the hair had been. “Now it doesn’t look like you have a small caterpillar living on your face and that’s kind of sexy.” He realized too late that that probably wasn’t the right thing to say.

Apolo pulled away from the hold, walking around J.R. to flop on his back onto the bed. “Fuck you. It’d didn’t look like a damn caterpillar! I’d like to see you grow one. Oh wait, you can’t grow any kind of facial or body hair at all, because you’re a kid!”

“Yeah, old man? I’ve got plenty of hair on my body!” J.R. huffed, slightly offended by the jab at his manly ability to grow hair on his body. He jutted out his hips for emphasis to the point.

Suddenly Apolo started laughing, laughing so hard that he almost couldn’t breathe after a few seconds. That made J.R. even madder, so he marched over to where Apolo was laying on his back and bodily climbed on top of the older man, settling himself on his narrow hips.

“If you still had your soul patch, I wouldn’t do this.” J.R. leaned forward, pressing his lips roughly to Apolo’s like he already owned them, and in a way, he felt that he did. The action caught Apolo off guard, but he recovered quickly, hands reaching up to thread through J.R.’s hair, holding on tight just incase he got the crazy idea of, you know, pulling away or something.

The kiss grew sloppy and wet, full of lips, teeth, and J.R.’s tongue was soon pressed against the roof of Apolo’s mouth, not to worry about finesse at that moment. As the seconds passed, he pushed his face in closer, their chins sliding together and J.R. reveled in the fact that Apolo’s was smooth.

J.R. pulled back then, a thin line of spit trailing between their panting mouths as the nineteen year old buried his face into Apolo’s neck, mouthing along the warm skin he found there, breathing in the clean, spicy scent he’d come to associate with the man over the years.