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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... )
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"Mmm," JR leaned back, chewing thoughtfully. "Lychee."
"Wrong," Apolo said. "They're longans." They were sitting on the bed, buck-naked, with a covered tray of food next to them. Knowing JR couldn't see his expression through the blindfold he grinned devilishly and bit gently on the junction between neck and shoulder. JR stiffened, and then sagged. Apolo's fingers danced to JR's chest, feeling their way through touch, circling around those sensitive nubs without actually touching them. He teased JR for a good while like this, until the younger skater shifted uncomfortably.
"I can never tell the difference between those two," JR muttered sullenly. Behind him, he felt Apolo's chest rumble as he laughed.
"Me neither. I was hoping that your remarkable senses of smell and taste - OW don't jab me! - would astound me once again - OW!" Apolo shied away from the elbow that kept sullenly jabbing him in the ribs. "Hey, don't take your anger out on me, I'm the one that's feeding you!"
"Yeah, for some stupid game - I can't understand why we can't just," JR motioned wildly with his hands. Helplessly Apolo thumped his forehead against his lover's back and chuckled. He got another elbow for his troubles - apparently the kid (or, considering all the 'knowledge
he carried around in his head, the not-kid) didn't have to see at all to know exactly where the ticklish spot on Apolo's ribs were.
"It's more fun this way. Ever heard of foreplay?"
"Don't need it," JR pronounced firmly, and even from behind Apolo could see the stubborn set of his jaw.
"Well, we're already halfway through. Plus, it seems to be doing something for little JR down there." He ghosted his hand over JR's thigh and instantly the younger skater shifted upwards to meet him. He was too fast though, and with a grumble JR settled into his first position between Apolo's legs.
He jerked as something round and cool slipped down his back, followed by something warm and wet traveling upwards. Agonizingly slowly, Apolo bit into the fruit. Both of them felt more juice spill out, and JR instinctively arched as Apolo followed the liquid line down to JR's hips. Thoughtfully he chewed one half of the fruit, comparing the sweetness with the unmistakable taste of JR's skin, and nodded ponderingly. "Open up, I'm giving you the rest," and JR obliged. As he chewed, Apolo reflected the only bad thing about the blindfold was that he couldn't see JR's eyes, couldn't tell what his expression was.
He could, however, read JR's body language like an open book. "See?" he pressed, "it's doing a little something down there, yeah?" JR mumbled assent. "Plus, I could have fed you much worse things - like chicken ovaries."
"What the hell," JR exclaimed. His face was exactly what Apolo's looked like when he heard about it. "That's disgusting!"
"Chinese impotency cure, apparently."
JR shuddered dramatically. "Just give me whatever's next on the list."
This time it was easier to guess, though JR had difficulty swallowing when Apolo started pressing kisses all over his neck and back. Apolo's hands weren't helping either, they were wandering off with a mind of their own, traveling smoothly from bicep to ribs to the scar and then even past that, to where JR's feet were crossed Indian-style. They tickled there and JR flinched, backing squarely into Apolo's chest. Kid's entirely too tense about this, Apolo thought, but then remembered how sensitive he was to everything the first time he allowed himself to be blindfolded. Not to mention, they were still pretty new as far as relationships went. The kid had a right to be defensive; Apolo considered it a miracle they were even playing a game with blindfolds this early in the game.
"Chili chocolate," JR said decidedly. Apolo smiled and wordlessly started on JR's prize.
Shamelessly he palmed JR and felt those legs shift outwards so he could reach better. A moan broke the silence - JR again, head tilted back on Apolo's shoulder. The horizon of JR's shoulders begged for more attention, so Apolo obliged, biting first, then licking the reddened area in apology. Under his hands JR firmed, hips jerking rhythmically into his fist.
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"Uhn, 'polo why all s-sweet stuff," JR gasped. They didn't talk for a while, too busy playing tongue-tango in each other's mouths. "N-not a kid..."
"Hmm," Apolo agreed, "didn't think of that. Don't think your a kid at all, not with the way you look right now." And he sure did wish JR could see himself in a mirror right now, with his hair all messed up and body splayed wide like a magazine spread. All mine, Apolo added with a satisfied air.
"Oh please 'polo just - ohh what the fuck..." JR tried to reconnect his frazzled brain to his mouth as Apolo took his hand away.
"Last one," he promised, and tilted the cup carefully into JR's mouth before he could protest.
He couldn't see all of JR's face from the blindfold, but he got the distinct impression that JR was a little confused at the lack of romantic sense as compared to the chocolate. "It was a last straw," Apolo admitted. "In case you kept on guessing wrong, you can't possibly guess this one wrong."
"Alcohol? I can't guess what kind or anything...wait. Is this sake? This is the apple stuff I drank at the party, wasn't it?"
"Got it in one kid." He kissed JR before he could voice his protests. When they broke apart Apolo admitted the rest. "I tracked a bottle down for you. Bit surprised you guessed it at all, you only had a tiny sip because Jordan stole the rest, didn't he?"
"Brother likes sushi - gave me a sip last time he was home."
"Sneaky you," Apolo murmured. He licked his lips and pressed a wet kiss to the indent between JR's shoulderblades. JR wiggled a little at that, and Apolo went further, dragging his tongue down the line of his spine. This time JR's hum of desire splintered into a whine, and Apolo knew they'd both had enough of the "frilly foreplay crap", as JR liked to call it.
They turned so they were facing each other, JR's thighs stretched over his on both sides. They kissed, JR's hands practiced and unhesitating as he mapped the planes of his lover's body. The slick sounds of their mouths meeting, the soft sounds of desire JR made as Apolo took his fingers into his mouth, the touch of reciprocating fingers flittering over his nipples, his thighs. It was a shame Apolo had waited so long before he acted on his gut instinct; seeing JR spread on the bed with the proof of his passion red-blossomed on every inch of tanned skin was more than the greatest thrill, the greatest joy Apolo had ever experienced.
He began slowly to weave his fingers in and out. He remembered at first JR had been so tight, so nervous and eager to please Apolo in the beginning, that he could only bring him to release by his fingers. Now they were months into the relationship - JR had been so, so impatient, and that night Apolo had been a little too tipsy...but it'd all turned out alright in the end. They were here together in this perfect moment, Apolo's fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises on JR's hips, watching the sweat bead on JR's back. He dragged his lips through there, shifting slightly - and JR actually wailed, tears welling behind the blindfold. Without a second thought Apolo kissed them away when they tricked down, driving deeper and deeper with every rock of their bodies.
"Please," JR begged, and Apolo cradled him impossibly close as their positions would allow. "I - I just - I can't hold on - please oh 'polo -" He gave a shuddering gasp and Apolo could feel the emotion behind the physicality of their movements like a ribbon of tension in the air. It was more than enough to send him over the edge too.
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"Uhn, 'polo why all s-sweet stuff," JR gasped. They didn't talk for a while, too busy playing tongue-tango in each other's mouths. "N-not a kid..."
"Hmm," Apolo agreed, "didn't think of that. Don't think your a kid at all, not with the way you look right now." And he sure did wish JR could see himself in a mirror right now, with his hair all messed up and body splayed wide like a magazine spread. All mine, Apolo added with a satisfied air.
"Oh please 'polo just - ohh what the fuck..." JR tried to reconnect his frazzled brain to his mouth as Apolo took his hand away.
"Last one," he promised, and tilted the cup carefully into JR's mouth before he could protest.
He couldn't see all of JR's face from the blindfold, but he got the distinct impression that JR was a little confused at the lack of romantic sense as compared to the chocolate. "It was a last straw," Apolo admitted. "In case you kept on guessing wrong, you can't possibly guess this one wrong."
"Alcohol? I can't guess what kind or anything...wait. Is this sake? This is the apple stuff I drank at the party, wasn't it?"
"Got it in one kid." He kissed JR before he could voice his protests. When they broke apart Apolo admitted the rest. "I tracked a bottle down for you. Bit surprised you guessed it at all, you only had a tiny sip because Jordan stole the rest, didn't he?"
"Brother likes sushi - gave me a sip last time he was home."
"Sneaky you," Apolo murmured. He licked his lips and pressed a wet kiss to the indent between JR's shoulderblades. JR wiggled a little at that, and Apolo went further, dragging his tongue down the line of his spine. This time JR's hum of desire splintered into a whine, and Apolo knew they'd both had enough of the "frilly foreplay crap", as JR liked to call it.
They turned so they were facing each other, JR's thighs stretched over his on both sides. They kissed, JR's hands practiced and unhesitating as he mapped the planes of his lover's body. The slick sounds of their mouths meeting, the soft sounds of desire JR made as Apolo took his fingers into his mouth, the touch of reciprocating fingers flittering over his nipples, his thighs. It was a shame Apolo had waited so long before he acted on his gut instinct; seeing JR spread on the bed with the proof of his passion red-blossomed on every inch of tanned skin was more than the greatest thrill, the greatest joy Apolo had ever experienced.
He began slowly to weave his fingers in and out. He remembered at first JR had been so tight, so nervous and eager to please Apolo in the beginning, that he could only bring him to release by his fingers. Now they were months into the relationship - JR had been so, so impatient, and that night Apolo had been a little too tipsy...but it'd all turned out alright in the end. They were here together in this perfect moment, Apolo's fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises on JR's hips, watching the sweat bead on JR's back. He dragged his lips through there, shifting slightly - and JR actually wailed, tears welling behind the blindfold. Without a second thought Apolo kissed them away when they tricked down, driving deeper and deeper with every rock of their bodies.
"Please," JR begged, and Apolo cradled him impossibly close as their positions would allow. "I - I just - I can't hold on - please oh 'polo -" He gave a shuddering gasp and Apolo could feel the emotion behind the physicality of their movements building in his chest like water pressure. And really it was like drowning, he was helpless in the grasp of affection he could not deny, and wondered how he'd ever lived so long without this heat, this inability to even breathe. The sensations was more than enough to send him tumbling off the edge.
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The first thing he did when he came back to himself was to take the blindfold off. It'd slipped halfway off of JR's face during their exertions, but seeing those dazed liquid eyes blink slowly back at him, he wished he'd taken it off earlier. "Hey," he murmured, just before their lips met again lazily. Sleepily JR licked his lips, tasting his own flavor on Apolo's tongue, before he reached over to the nightstand to pluck the last remaining tupperware off of the tray.
It wasn't a food. In fact, it wasn't even edible. With JR firmly ensconced in his arms, Apolo could feel every reaction that ran through that lithe body -
- so he knew without looking when JR saw exactly what was in there, devoid of pomp or fancy declarations, from the way JR stiffened.
Soothingly he rubbed at the younger skater's arms. "It doesn't have to mean anything," he reassured, "I got it because I thought of you." Like I always do, he wanted to add, but he thought that might be a little too clingy. JR might just accuse him of being a cooing, cuddling old man with (until JR) too many relationship complexes to name. Smartypants.
"You do realize I don't have my ear pierced?" Frowning JR half-turned to look over his shoulder. "And neither do you."
"That's why I was thinking of maybe getting it done together."
JR was thoughtful for a moment, before setting the tupperware back on the tray decidedly. "Tomorrow," and rolled over to take a shower. Hurriedly Apolo jumped up to follow him.
"But why tomorrow?" he tried not to sound too much like he was whining. "I've got a lighter, a needle and apple slices now!"
"Maybe because it's past midnight! And because, if I'm going to do something like put a hole in my body, I want it done professionally, not by guy who snores in my ear at night."
"What does snoring have to do with needles?" JR told himself he could be the bigger man (ha, wasn't that a joke - or, considering he was a smidgeon taller when they were both on tiptoe, maybe not), and ignored the complaining voice that trailed behind him.
Later, after they were dressed in their pajamas and Apolo was done with all of his good-natured grumbling that JR was really too practical for his age sometimes, they spooned on the bed, Apolo's mouth exactly where it was last night, right in prime snoring-range (it was a good thing he'd gotten used to it a week after he moved in). JR turned off the light, scowling when Apolo muttered one last protest of , "I've got apples ready," and curled up to rest. His eyes caught the silvery sheen of the black blindfold and the winking white stone on the tray next to it, and felt the warmth around him pull him soundly into sleep.
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