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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, ( Read more... )
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, ( Read more... )
J.R. snapped Apolo’s waistband before slowly beginning to tug the pants down, revealing the older man’s habit of not wearing underwear to bed, causing J.R. to grin up at him as he got the pants down around his knees and off onto the floor with his shirt.
Before he could begin exploring Apolo’s lower half though, the man stuck his hands under J.R.’s armpits to pull him back up to his level, kissing him as he tugged J.R’s own oversized sleep shirt up and over his head.
“Hmm…what’s another reason…” J.R. stuck his tongue out as he thought, entwining his fingers with Apolo’s outstretched hand, waving their joined hands slightly as he bounced on Apolo’s thighs, still thinking.
“This is the worst one. You get food stuck in it whenever you eat something messy, like rice or ice cream. You might not notice, but I do, and sometimes its just gross and that’s why I move to go sit with Simon and Yoon-Gy.” J.R. grinned as he said this, sliding back down Apolo’s body to finish what he had started.
Poking his tongue out, he ran it from the older man’s right ankle up to his knee, going back down to do the same with the left before running up that thigh to the small scar that adorned the man’s skin, living proof, much like J.R.’s much worse scar, the danger of their sport.
Apolo groaned at the contact with his own scar, something he usually forgot about, but as J.R. ran his tongue over the crinkled flesh, the memory of the Salt Lake games came running back to him, wincing as the phantom blade seemed to cut through his leg all over again.
J.R. noticed when Apolo’s thigh began to twitch of its own accord, pausing in his ministrations to see what was wrong., and when he asked, the older man just shook his head, staring down the length of his body at J.R.
“Nothing. Just thinking about that race. My thigh hasn’t hurt since I got those stitches out.”
J.R. too was thinking about that race. He remembered watching it live from the floor of his living room, praying with his whole eleven year old being that his hero would get up again and screaming his lungs out when he was able to pull himself up to cling the silver. Now he was sitting on top of that hero (read: best friend), running his fingers through the spit he’d left on the scar that had caused him such emotional turmoil so many years before.
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Apolo groaned once more, scar forgotten at the feel of J.R’s touch as he watch this kid - no, this man, have such confidence in his own touch. Watch as his head sunk down, mouth sliding hot and wet over him, expertise born of something Apolo couldn’t describe, but damn, that mouth sure felt good around him, alternating between sucking gently before getting harder until he couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
It didn’t take long for Apolo, and in a few minutes he felt his back arch up, tense and solid, release flooding out of him, the pressure of the past week sliding from his body as he collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving.
J.R. stayed down towards the end of the bed for a little while longer, swallowing a few times, annoyed when a little bit still slid down out of the corner of his mouth. Apolo grinned as he noticed this when J.R.’s face came into view again, so he pulled the younger man’s face towards him to lick the bit of fluid off, smiling as J.R. crinkled his nose at the touch of his tongue on his face, as they began kissing again, more breathless than before, Apolo licking his own taste out of J.R.’s mouth as if it was his for the taking.
When J.R. pulled back, Apolo raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
“What about you? His hand gestured at the bulge in J.R.’s sleep pants. J.R. nodded when it was pointed out, still trying to get his breath back.
“Hold on. Lemme do this…” Apolo didn’t say anything to this, content to watch and see what the man would do. He watched as J.R. sat up between his spread legs, hastily trying to get his own pants off.
When the light material was out of the way, J.R. stroked himself a few times before staring down at Apolo’s thigh, and then back up at Apolo before moving his right leg over to straddle the man’s left thigh.
“Ahh…” Apolo breathed out, realizing what J.R. wanted to do, starting to play along, flexing the tight muscles in his thigh before pushing it up into J.R.’s groin, causing the smaller man to groan and hump at the flesh shallowly.
They started up a rhythm after that, Apolo giving as much as the younger man demanded and J.R. taking it all in, until suddenly he grabbed Apolo’s thigh to hold him still, moving frantically against his leg for a few seconds before the older man felt a splash of warmth on his skin, smearing over his leg as J.R. began to slow his movements down until he stopped completely, collapsing boneless on Apolo’s broad chest, too tired to do anything else.
“That’s my boy…” Apolo mumbled softly into J.R.’s damp hair.
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“You know I’m going to grow my soul patch back, right?” J.R.’s eyes closed as Apolo said this, smile turned up a notch as he nodded his head.
“Yeah, I know. But that’s okay. I’m starting to miss it already.” Apolo laughed loudly at this as he climbed into the bed next to J.R., curling himself into his body.
“Good, because it’s going to be even better this time, more bushier and shit. You just wait.”
J.R groaned at this, burying his face into Apolo’s neck, biting at his slick collarbone.
“That’s fine as long as you promise me you’ll wear that neon green bandana that I got you for Christmas at our next race. I can forgive you if you do that.” The older man laughed even louder this time, the vibrations traveling through his chest into J.R’s ear, warming him all over.
“Deal.”
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And that's it. Enjoy!
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I love your descriptions of the soul patch. I love that you mention Apolo's creepy fans. I love that in the end the soul patch wins anyway, because it is coming back bushier than ever oh god. And the sex! So fucking hot.
Thank you for this! ♥
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any this was so HOT! A+++
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This, though:
“That’s my boy…”
YOUUU HIT MY LOVE FOR THAT PHRASE SO HARD. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
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