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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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FILL: Title: I love you, I hate you Part4/?

[anonymous]

Johnny began to observe his overtly extrovert friend. Stephane’s skating was not so great. He skated like a hyperactive kid in a full speed, running and spinning and nailed 4-3-2 toe loop combination, but he fell two times on his ass. But nothing could seem to stop him, his full throttle skating of a world champion, like a magical zebra with wings helping him or just Vivaldi loving him too much, so he could land 2nd place instead of Johnny.

And he was crying out of joy. When he was sad he cried like a world is crumbling down. When he was happy he hugged everyone around him with his idiotic smile. He was a fountain of emotion, but every emotion flowed from him so naturally everyone could not help loving him. Golden Child born to be loved, even by the goddess of victory, Johnny envied.

Johnny thought about himself. He had to fight every time to be himself. He got much attention from the media, but their point of view toward him was mocking. Fans loved him but he got more hate mails than loving letters. He had to build up his flamboyant shiny armor to protect himself. Then this Golden Child stole his place on the podium. ‘Life is so unfair,’　he sighed.

“You are shaking, Johnny. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to steal your place,” Stephane’s huge eyes were saddened, he began to cry more. “Mon pauvre ami, mon cher pauvere ami,” with his teary wet fingers, Stephane stroked Johnny’s cheek gently.

Suddenly Stephane was crying for Johnny. Looking into his friend’s soft compassionate eyes, Johnny’s armor was cracked open. He found himself crying, holding to his friend’s shoulder. Their tears mingled. Naturally their lips met. Their hands caressed each other’s body. Their breath got rough. This was not a consolation anymore. Their mouths so hungrily searched each other.

Because they had been friends, sometimes casual tackling or giggling had gone into cuddling and gave them a physical pleasure. But this was very different. He felt Stephane so close, closer than anybody. Johnny was twenty and Stephane was nineteen. Johnny looked at his friend’s lithe frame and pretty boyish face. Their height and weight are almost similar. They secretly shared their romantic sensibility. They were sharing their bursting emotion in here. Johnny felt like he was looking into the mirror and making it out with himself, just with the reversed mirror image of himself. ‘OMG, this is too incestuous,’ he thought. Strangely the notion made him feel angelically hornier.

When they almost touched each other’s hard on, they heard the door open and someone entered the room. That should be Evgeny who had to do so many interviews. So stunned, they stopped and separated from the other boy. All the magic moment had gone as quickly as it had come. They were brought down to the earth as just a couple of friendly competitors.

“Don’t talk about this, I’m in a relationship,” Johnny demanded.

“This accident does not exist like pearls made of rain,” Stephane responded in a poetically diplomatic way.