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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... )
"Fuckin' Hamelin. Grabbed me. Thought." JR's breath hitches in his throat and Apolo licks up the side of his neck.
"Thought what?"
"Thought he was gonna drag me down," he gasps, pushing back and trying to wriggle away, earning a sharp nip against his shoulder.
"Like this?" Apolo slides his hands down the front of the younger man, skimming his nipples, over the ridges of his abs, into the waistband of his underwear to cup his hips. He rocks his own hips forwards, a slow dirty grind, as he pulls JR back.
"No, you ass," JR grits out. He lashes back with an elbow, catching Apolo sharply under the ribs, drawing a grunt of pain, and gaining enough room to turn. He shoves hard at Apolo's chest, sending him windmilling back against one of the beds.
Apolo smirks, plants his feet and pushes himself up the bed, arms behind his head. "You didn't want to win, Celski. You wouldn't have gotten yourself into trouble if you wanted it bad enough." He can see JR's hands curling into fists at his sides, anger in his eyes. "You let me medal."
That's when JR launches himself at Apolo, taking a swing. Apolo dodges, laughs when JR loses his balance and falls across his chest. JR scrambles, up on to his knees, swinging a thigh over and dropping his weight onto Apolo's hips. He slides a hand into Apolo's hair, jerking his head back.
"Don't tell me that I don't want it enough," he spits, leaning in and biting at Apolo's lower lip. "I worked as hard, harder than you to get here! It's not my fucking fault that Hame--"
Apolo cuts him off a demanding kiss, grinds his hips up, as he grabs at JR's ass. JR moans, giving into it for a split second before he jerks back, pulling on Apolo's hair again. "You fucker,"he pants, as he tugs Apolo's head to the side baring his neck. "Asshole." He bites at Apolo's jaw, down his neck.
"You're happy that you beat me. You don't like the competition," he whispers, nipping at the older man's ear. He can feel the firm line of Apolo's cock under his ass, as he rocks his hips. He finds the knot of Apolo's bandana, a couple quick jerks and it's loose in his hand. With little resistance, he drags Apolo's arms over his head, lashing his wrists together.
Apolo grins, stretches to wrap his fingers around the bars of the headboard. "I like the competition plenty. I don't like it when you make it easy for me by getting disqualified."
"I'm hardly making it easy for you," JR says, continuing to bite and lick, his nose brushing against collarbones and shoulders. He sucks hard, leaving a bright red mark just above Apolo's nipple before flicking it with his tongue. He grins when he gets a hiss and a tremor shoots through the body beneath him.
"Are we still talking about skating or something else?"
"Both," he answers simply, nibbling his way down Apolo's chest, sliding back to sit on Apolo's thighs, his hands already working at Apolo's underwear.
Apolo laughs, and yeah, this is as much competition for them as skating is, but way less stressful sometimes. He brings his bound hands down to sift through JR's soft hair, and quick as lightening, the younger man has grabbed him, forcing his hands back above his head.
"Don't touch me. Or I swear, I will fucking leave you here tied up." He glares for a second more, before continuing to map Apolo abs with his teeth and tongue.
JR is licking over the line of Apolo's left hip when the idea hits him. Apolo goes still and relaxed into the mattress, forcing his mind away as much as he can. He forces his breathing to be even and measured. He's not going down with out a fight.
It takes JR a while to figure out the game. He's gotten Apolo out of his underwear, has his thighs pushed apart, licking the long defined muscles there, and he stills. He sits back on his heels, head tilted quizzically.
Apolo can see the realization dawning in his eyes, and all of JR's questions are answered when he reaches out, running his finger from base to tip of Apolo's cock. He watches the muscles of Apolo's hips and thighs twitching with the effort to remain still.
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