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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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Suddenly, it’s spring and not only does JR have finals to deal with, but Apolo’s birthday is coming up as well. He wants to do something special, since this is his friend’s first birthday as Coach Ohno. He doesn’t want to give the wrong impression, but also wants to show how appreciative he is of Apolo agreeing to be his coach.
“Hey, Simon. What do you think I should get Ap- Coach for his birthday?” JR asks one day at practice, figuring if anyone could help, it would be Simon.
“I dunno, he’s your roomie,” Simon replies with a shrug. “Buy him a bunch of bandanas or something.”
“That’d be enabling him.”
JR ends up buying Apolo one anyway, the most hideous one he could find, as something of a joke gift. He picks out a few small things to go with it, but knows that the god-awful bandana will be his friend’s favorite part. So JR gets AAO embroidered on one of the corners.
With Olympic Trials coming up, Apolo insists that they don’t spend the entire summer at home. JR is kind of surprised that he still insists after Yuki brings over a cake for his beloved son, but apparently Apolo’s competitive streak is stronger than his love of his dad’s baked goods.
And yes, the most hideous bandana in all existence is his favorite birthday gift.
That summer is the summer that JR can no longer deny that he feels more than admiration for Apolo. He’s always had something of a crush on the older skater, but now it’s undeniable and obvious. Simon teases him constantly, though never in front of the object of JR’s crush.
“Dude, can you shut the fuck up for like, five minutes?” JR grumbles, exasperated with all the teasing. They see each other for hours every day, and Apolo has been pushing him harder than usual.
“Maybe you could make a move instead,” Simon replies as they lace up their skates.
“No! Simon, he’s our coach. And I live with him. What if he said no? That would be awkward as hell.”
Simon shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything else. They’re about to practice for the relay, and JR’s going to be pushing him at some point. He doesn’t want to get acquainted with the wall.
A few weeks later, when the leaves would be changing color if they weren’t in southern California, it suddenly hits JR that the Olympics he’s training for are in fucking Russia. He knows that there’s no way in hell he’s going to learn enough to not require a translator (unless he goes everywhere with Johnny Weir), but wants to at least know enough to get around.
So JR gives in and asks Simon to go the nearest bookstore after practice.
“Hey, me and Simon are going out. I don’t want to have to walk around Sochi with Johnny for a month so I know what signs say. He’s nice, but I don’t wanna sneeze glitter,” JR tells Apolo before they leave. He doesn’t wait for an answer before walking off.
“You were kinda a dick today, dude,” Simon points out at the bookstore. He’s sitting on a stool that’s meant for reaching the high shelves, watching his teammate flip through Russian language books.
JR glares at him from under his too-long bangs, as if to tell him to shut his mouth.
“What? You were! You have been. What’s up your ass lately?”
It’s quiet for a few moments before JR sighs and looks around to make sure no one is listening.
“Don’t tell anyone, alright?” Simon nods quickly. “Apolo’s been dating somebody.”
“’Somebody’? You don’t even know?”
“He shuts down when I ask. I don’t even know if he’s been seeing a guy or a girl.”
“Did he say he likes guys?”
“No… I’m just saying that’s how little I know.”
“So, like… he hasn’t brought his date home?”
“Not once. I know that he’s stayed the night a few times, though.”
“Ooh, I get it! You’re jealous that he’s getting laid and it’s not you!”
“I am not jealous.”
“Dude, you so obviously are. You’re jealous of whoever it is he’s seeing, and you’re jealous that he’s getting some while your life is skating and school.”
“Simon Cho, you shut your dirty whore mouth.”
Simon laughs until JR shoves him off the stool before going back to browsing.
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I especially love the banter between JR and Simon and this line stuck out to me so much ("Simon Cho, you shut your dirty whore mouth.”) I don't know why, but it definitely seems like something that would be said by them.
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*sulks back to her corner of hell*
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love this so much-can't wait for more!
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Since the rink will be closed for the holidays, JR stays in Washington for his entire Christmas break. Apolo goes too, but they have noticeably less contact than the year before. JR’s excuse when his parents ask about it is that he just needs some time apart from his coach. He wants to relax and enjoy the holidays with his family and not think about training. Which is true, but he’s also mad at Apolo for being so secretive and, yes, a bit jealous.
So JR spends his break with his friends from high school and tries not to think of the training hell that awaits him in California. He doesn’t stick to his usual healthy diet, and is hardly ever home before midnight; instead of being up before sunrise, JR is asleep until late in the morning; he doesn’t go for a run anymore, choosing to stay at home and play video games instead; if he knows Apolo is going to drop by, suddenly something comes up and JR leaves or goes off to his room. It’s childish, he knows, but he thinks he’s entitled to being a little childish once in a while.
In January, JR regrets being so lazy. He isn’t ready for training, and it seems like Apolo’s pushing him harder than ever. He’s still quietly angry about the past few months, so it’s no surprise when things come to a head and he blows up on the ice.
It’s just something stupid that sets him off. Apolo’s been pushing JR to get to the front before the first turn after starting in fourth position, and he just can’t do it. The best he does is second, and Apolo tells him to get his head on straight and focus, because he knows JR can do it, if only he tries a little harder.
“I am trying my hardest! I’m sorry I’m not Apolo fucking Ohno!” he shouts, throwing his helmet onto the ice and skating off in a huff.
Apolo waits until they’re home to confront JR about his tantrum, wisely guessing that an audience would only make things worse.
“Why’d you freak out like that today?”
“I’m sick of you keeping secrets and pushing me so fucking hard,” JR admits quietly and slumps against the couch cushions.
The apartment is quiet for a minute or two before either of them speak again.
“It’s just a habit to keep quiet about the people I date. I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry for pushing you. Trials are this year, and it’s your fault for slacking over your break.”
JR pouts, because he knows it’s the truth. He shouldn’t have sulked like he did, and that people always want to know things that aren’t their business.
“I’m sorry, too. I guess I’ve been kind of a…” JR pauses, not sure what word to use for his behavior.
“A diva.”
“Oh, fuck you. You can be a diva, too.”
Apolo laughs and ruffles JR’s hair, knowing that the gentle teasing means they’re on good terms again.
For the next few weeks, everything is great. JR learns to get past his frustrations (mostly aimed at Apolo) by using them as incentive to do better.
Maybe if I do better, he’ll see me as more than just his protégé, maybe he’ll dump his boyfriend… Is he even dating a guy? Hope he likes guys…
“CELSKI. Get your head outta the clouds!” Apolo shouts from the sidelines. JR realizes how close he’s gotten to the wall while daydreaming, and remembers that on the ice, they’re not friends. He’s not JR; he’s Celski, just another skater on the team.
“Got it, Coach!” he shouts back, and goes back to venting his frustrations through skating.
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It’s in one of his classes that JR meets a girl. She’s small and clearly at least half Asian of some kind. Her hair is short and perpetually messy, and she wears her lab goggles on her head all day every Tuesday so she doesn’t forget them. He finds all of that cute, so he asks her out. Apolo is furious.
“Are you fucking serious? Trials are this fall! You don’t have time for a girlfriend!”
JR just shrugs and keeps his mouth shut about the fact that he doesn’t even know who Apolo’s been seeing for all these months.
“I’m just gonna see how it goes. I doubt it’ll get serious.”
Apolo decides within a month of meeting JR’s girlfriend, Miki, that he doesn’t like her. She’s absolutely delighted that he’s half-Japanese just like her, but he can’t bring himself to like her at all. It probably has something to do with the fact that almost every time he sees her, she’s making breakfast in JR’s pajamas and JR has that stupid just-got-laid smile on his face.
Apolo just doesn’t like Miki, even if she does make the best omelet with rice inside. Next to his dad, of course.
By summer break, JR and Miki have broken up. Apolo feels a bit bad about how happy it makes him, but at least JR’s focused on training again. It doesn’t help that what he’s been avoiding for months is about to happen, and he can’t stop it.
“Hey, Jay… You gotta promise me that you’re not gonna tell anybody about who’s about to come over.”
“Yeah, sure. I promise.”
When the door opens, all JR can do is sit and stare at it with his mouth open.
Apolo is fucking Johnny Weir.
Apolo is gay.
JR is snapped out of his shock when Johnny wraps his arms around Apolo’s neck, and they both grin that stupid, lazy, cocky grin.
“Hey, babe. I missed you. Season’s over, you know.”
JR realizes what Johnny means and flees. He sneaks back into the apartment late that night to pack a bag, and goes to stay with a friend until Johnny and Apolo aren’t fucking like rabid weasels 24/7.
Johnny visits so much over the summer that JR is completely miserable, and might as well live with Simon. The first day of Johnny’s visits are always spent in Apolo’s bed, doing things that JR can only imagine and be jealous of. He spends a ridiculous amount of time training, spending most of his time at the gym and fucking his hearing over with his iPod.
“I’m honestly impressed that you’re not plotting to break them up,” Simon comments one day at lunch.
JR rolls his eyes and throws a fry at his friend. Without Apolo around to yell at him, it’s so much easier to sneak out with Simon for a burger and actually enjoy it.
“Simon, this is my one fucking guilty pleasure. Don’t you fuck up Jack in the Box for me.”
“Calm down, dude. This just like before you know who he was dating.”
JR grumbles and plays with his fries, not sure how to reply to that. He has been kind of bitchy lately, and he’s pretty sure that bitchiness is caused by Johnny and Apolo fucking all the time.
“I dunno, man. It’s just… I thought that dating somebody else would get rid of the whole ‘wanna fuck my coach’ thing.”
Simon shrugs. “Maybe you’re not supposed to get over him.”
“Sap.”
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