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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... )
Des malentendus Of misunderstanding'
The music is sad and tragic. Johnny savors the elegant movement of Stephane’s long neck, the strong presence of his expressive arms. If there is someone who can skate these not complicated steps so beautiful and poetic, it’s only Stephane, he thinks. He is deeply moved by the piece.
So many times their lives have been crossed, almost intertwined but there came so many obstacles between them. Incessant traveling, competitions, bruised egos, boyfriends and girlfriends, continents or just they had to move on. Maybe this time, he becomes too judgmental because he needs too much. Johnny begins to feel uncertain about his anger.
‘Maybe this isn’t all about Steph,’ he haｓ been feeling all the world is against him or in denial of him for so long.
'Et le temps perdu Our times lost
A savoir comment To know how
Oublier ces heures To forget these hours'
He gradually comes to remember the time they spent together last summer, sweet smell of a white rose or savon de Marseille, tons of tears and laughs, so many childish feuds that could make them feel closer to each other. Stephane’s reciting so many poems, hot sweaty intimacy they shared. Those are the too precious moments. He knows he misses everything.
'Qui tuaient parfois that happens to kill
A coups de pourquoi With an wanton blow
Le coeur du bonheure Our heart of happiness
Ne me quitte pas So don't go away
Ne me quitte pas (4 fois) Don't leave me alone'
When Stepane gestured the part “blow”, he looks actually stabs himself, almost suicidal. Watching him in that magnitude of pain makes Johnny physically hurt. Now he knows how Stephane missed Johnny and skating.
The program was more than a sincere apology. Johnny felt multi-layered loneliness. ‘Yes the story is ours. How fate forced us to separate our way and to leave the link prematurely against our will. How we desperately need each other,’Johnny murmured to himself.
Finished with his routine, Stephane comes close to him with a concerning smile, asking “Now, can you believe in me?” Johnny silently nods.
Stephane is not a liar at any means. This piece shows a real dedication to him. But Johnny knows Stephane too well. His truth changes everyday. Tomorrow could be another story. Until then Johnny decides to believe in him, life could be just more easy and beautiful with believing than not.
“Of course, you can allow yourself to cry over your bitter past. It’s not your fault that you couldn’t compete in the world. The new judging system should be blamed. Program Components are something judges can manipulate. There’s no shame in crying. Only the rocks don’t cry, do they?”
Stephane’s smile and hands are too warm. Johnny leans onto him, quietly sobbing in his arms. Strangely, the tide of anger begins to be washed away.
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