untitled Apolo/JR RP (Vancouver 2010; NC-17)
Title: untitled wintergameskink meme RP
Authors: sarahsan and theskyturnsred
Pairing: Apolo Ohno/JR Celski
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Apolo/JR - Post-retirement Apolo puts on a little weight (not a ton, just as much as you'd expect for a person with a history of carrying weight after a serious drop-off in activity). First time they see each other in a while, and JR surprises both of them by really, really liking it.
((This is a (stupidly long) roleplay. NOT a fic. Definitely just an rp that was inspired by this prompt. So naturally, it changes points of view and writing styles frequently. But since the fic still hasn't been filled (sadly :() we thought we'd go ahead and share it for anyone interested.))
After closing ceremonies, Apolo went off to jetset around the world, doing interviews, appearing on every damn talk show in the world, and just generally capitalizing on being the most decorated Winter Olympian in American history. He had to pay the bills somehow, afterall. JR understood that.
But the Winter skating season wasn't over, just because the Olympics were. JR still had a full schedule of workouts, training sessions, and competitions. So after one free weekend in Federal Way with his family, it was back to Salt Lake again. But this time, without Apolo.
It was what it was. Nothing more or less than that. Apolo wasn't the reason that JR did this sport. He was the reason he'd started, sure, but it was the love of the sport that kept him going. The love of competition, the knowledge that he'd given his all to something and getting to see it all pay off. But that wasn't to say he didn't miss Apolo. It definitely wasn't the same without him. Chasing Apolo had always given JR that extra burst of energy after a long day. The extra push to keep going. Because Apolo was always one step ahead. Always just a little bit better.
Without him, it would never be the same. But JR recognized that different wasn't necessarily bad. Without Apolo there, JR really realized just how much he adored the rest of his team, how close he was to them, too.
But by the time summer came around, JR was missing Apolo like a hole in his heart. And he was all too happy to get back to Washington, where the air was cleaner, the music was scene was better, and he had something slightly resembling free time. And to his boyfriend, of course.
Apolo had promised to pick him up from the airport, so by the time the plane had landed, JR already had his things stuffed back in his backpack so he could get off the plane as quickly as possible. He hoped he didn't look too eager, but seriously, it had been MONTHS. He was only human.
By the time he made it inside and out of the gate, through the terminal, all the way down the stairs to the ground floor where he could get past the security set up to keep those without boarding passes out, he was grinning nearly ear to ear and looking around for Apolo.
Apolo saw JR first, felt a smile crawl over his face without even consciously thinking about it. JR looked good, great; his hair was getting long again and fuck if he wasn't taller, or...something. He couldn't possibly be thinner, he'd had no weight to lose, but he just looked bright and towering, like a Very Serious Athlete. He looked older.
That was all just completely sentimental nonsense, of course; it had only been six months or so (of not seeing him, not touching him, only hearing him down a phone line and that was practically nothing in the scheme of things) and JR wasn't a different person, for god's sake. Apolo was just incredibly glad to see him, and he didn't immediately flag him down, just stood and looked at him for a few seconds, so glad to see his face. He wasn't...hesitating. He wasn't holding back because of anything; certainly not because he saw JR's long, cool, lean figure and suddenly was violently reminded that he'd had to go buy new jeans last week just to have a couple pairs that fit. Definitely not because he had to try to smooth down his polo in an attempt to make it look more like he'd done the best he could with what he had. It felt like not nearly enough, all of a sudden, and for one super-sharp, super-quick split second, Apolo had the thought that he could hide and JR wouldn't have to see him, looking old and used-up and fat, not an athlete anymore, nevermind a Very Serious one.
But by then his feet were already moving him forward and he was waving at JR, grinning at him enormous and helpless from behind his lengthening fringe of hair, grown kind of wild and out of control in the in-between stage of longish and long.
"Well look at you," he said, looking JR up and down obviously, once. "Who knew there was a world-class skater in there? Not me."
JR couldn't help but laugh, a flush growing on his cheeks as he looked at Apolo coming closer to him, and damn, JR had missed him. He could feel his heart racing a little bit as he came closer. "Hush, you. You only took home one more medal than I did in Vancouver," He reminded him with a little grin, reaching out to ruffle his hair, pushing it out of his face, where it ultimately always ended up without a bandana to hold it back. "I'm gonna break your big record. Give me about eight years."
He moved closer, just a little bit. Not too close, here, in the middle of the airport. He took Apolo in. Was he shorter now? No, that would be the inch JR had grown. And his face was a little rounder and it made JR smile, so hard. He looked more like he had eight years ago. Younger, smiling, full of life. Not exhausted after twelve straight years of training, not stressed to his limit to meet the demands of a country who only knew him as Apolo Ohno: Champion Speed Skater.
"Ugh, come here," he said, finally, just stepping forward and wrapping his arms around him, tightly. "I've missed you so much," he whispered quietly into Apolo's hair. He was bigger now. Not a lot, but a noticeable difference from the tiny Apolo of six months ago. That Apolo had always almost disappeared in JR's arms. This Apolo was softer, gentler, happier. And JR was happier now too, to have him in his arms.
Apolo couldn't possibly not step in and hug JR, bury his face in his bony shoulder and breathe him in. Let a million paparazzi take their picture, all they'd see was two teammates meeting up again after a long time, glad to see each other again. If someone wanted to infer more than that, fuck 'em. "God. Missed you too, kid. Glad you're home." He pulled away a little quicker than he'd have liked, a combination of wanting to avoid looking too suspicious and wanting to avoid JR really getting a complete idea of how soft around the middle he'd really gotten. Not like he could hide it forever, but just...he was really happy right now and JR Celski was a sight for sore eyes and he didn't want to have the conversation he knew he'd eventually have to have with the kid. Not right now. Right now he was just going to enjoy having JR back for a while. He thumped him on the shoulder and took his duffel bag off his shoulder without bothering to ask (JR would just say no, anyway). "So how was the competition circuit? Everyone here in town is your best friend now, just so you know. You're a bigger celebrity than ever, here."
JR laughed softly, thanking Apolo quietly when he shouldered JR's bag and led him out of the airport. "It's all fine. You know. Just, kind of going through the motions to finish up the season. None of it can compare to Vancouver. I'm glad to get a few weeks off," he admitted, smiling. He couldn't help but laugh, and feel a little bit embarrassed about being a town celebrity. "I've missed this place, and my friends here. And you, obviously. How've you been? How's retired life?" he asked with a crooked little smile, bumping his shoulder against Apolo's as they made their way out to his car together.
Apolo pursed his mouth a little, but it was mostly to stop himself smiling. "Boring," he answered honestly. "Nothing but interviews and ad space; most of my sponsors have moved on to greener pastures, so I'm gonna have to actually do something worthwhile pretty soon. I've never had gainful employment, I'm kind of freaked out by the prospect of trying to, y'know. Go out and get an actual job." Apolo loaded JR's bag into his trunk and then slumped into the driver's side, coaxing his years-old Honda to life. He was probably going to have to think about getting a new car soon enough, but he had better plans for what money he actually had. "I'm really glad you've got a few weeks off, too, by the way," he added, tone warmer, and smiled at JR, squeezing his hand across the console. "It's too quiet around here, and I need team gossip to brighten up my life."
JR laughed softly. "Oh? All you miss is the drama? Typical Apolo," he teased, fingers tangling easily into Apolo's as they set off. "Simon has decided he is the new leader of the team. Actually, he says YOU decided that. He's the only one mature enough to lead the time properly in your absence?" He quirked an amused eyebrow at his boyfriend.
Apolo grinned a thoroughly shit-eating grin. "I was right, right? He's doing a good job, isn't he." It wasn't a question. He knew Simon was doing a good job, had known he'd be good for the team when he'd first told the kid, in no uncertain terms, that he was to look after the place when Apolo was gone. "He is the only one mature enough; can you imagine if I'd left Jordan in charge?"
JR just laughed a little bit. "Well, Travis and Jordan are both totally thrilled to take orders and motivational advice from an 18 year old who only qualified for the Olympic team because you tried to feel me up on the ice," He said, smirking. "But hey, I can't say that I mind all that much. He's always positive and working hard. So..." He shrugged. "I think he needed that confidence boost, at the very least. He's been doing really well these last few months."
He looked out the window as they spoke, just smiling as the familiar scenery flew by. They would be back at Apolo's soon, and it occurred to JR he should feel guilty for not going straight to his own home, but he was a teenage boy, after all. He had needs. And pretty soon, he and Apolo would be alone, and they'd have the whole night to themselves. JR was more than a little bit eager for that.
"I knew he would," Apolo said, mild and pleased. He had; he'd known that Simon's drive was not, primarily, to win medals and be the best, but to help others who he thought had more potential. He was a very competent skater and certainly belonged on the team, but he was solid coaching material, not a competitor. Apolo knew Jordan and Travis would get over it; they would realize soon enough, if they didn't already but wouldn't admit to it, that what they needed was a skating conscience, someone to push them by setting goals just barely out of their reach, to make them strive for it. And that was all, one-hundred-percent Simon Cho. "I'm glad you like him. He's just encouraging, you know? He'll be a good coach one day. Oh, almost forgot: your mom called, wanted me to make sure you phoned when you were back in town. Just so she'll know your plane didn't crash or something, I assume." He smiled, amused. For a woman who had let her youngest out into the world at a very young age to, essentially, hack it on his own, Sue Celski could be remarkably overprotective about the weirdest things.
JR smiled a little, flattered, amused, and full of adoration for his Mom. "Right, okay," he said. "I'll do that now, before we get to your place." He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed his mother's number, just leaning back against the window again as she answered and they talked quietly, affectionately. "Yeah, Mom, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you too," he promised her, hanging up just as they reached the driveway of Apolo's place.
He couldn't help the feeling that there may as well have been a huge 'Welcome Home' banner on the door. Sure, a lot of his memories with Apolo were in Salt Lake, in the apartment he'd lived in there. But some of the best ones were here, in Apolo's HOME. It was hard to believe how quickly the years had flown by and how much he never realized he missed the place. How much he felt like he belonged.
He was smiling wide as he got out of the car, grabbing his bag from the backseat as Apolo moved ahead to unlock the door.
Apolo had meticulously cleaned up his house, possibly (definitely) overcompensating for his sloppy self, hoping the cleanliness of the environment would offset it. He let them in, waving JR in ahead of him. The kid knew his way around and knew he could make himself at home here. It was...incredibly comforting, to see him back here, in Apolo's space, like a piece that had been missing. Apolo turned on lights, the skylights in his kitchen only filtering in wan partly-cloudy sunlight. "Welcome back, JR," he murmured quietly, smiling at the kid askance.
Apolo's worries were all in his head though. JR didn't care how the place looked. He didn't care how Apolo looked (which, honestly, he looked amazing), he was just glad to be back here in a place where he felt so comfortable. He disappeared momentarily, to dump his bag in the bedroom, then returned to the front of the house, catching Apolo around the waist as he walked out of the kitchen and pulling him in close, replying to his comment with a soft kiss.
Apolo laughed against JR's mouth, cupping his hands around JR's neck and kissing him sweetly. God. There weren't words to describe how good that felt. He thumbed at JR's cheekbones and realized he was having to rise up on the balls of his feet just to kiss him properly. He had gotten taller, the little jerk.
JR was allll too amused though, and he lifted Apolo off his feet and spun him in a circle before setting him down again, leaning his head down enough to make it easier to kiss him and cradling his face in one hand. His arm wrapped around Apolo's middle and slipped under his shirt in the back, fingers curling against his spine, then sliding around to his hip. He was softer there than JR remembered. Not soft in a girly way, or soft like a teddy bear or anything else equally ridiculous. But his skin had a little more give under JR's possessive fingers. Less cuttingly sharp, fewer pointy angles. JR could still feel all his muscles, powerful and strong, but just buried a little further down.
He hummed a strangled sound into Apolo's mouth, pushing him backwards and backwards and backwards until they bumped into the first solid thing he could find, which happened to be the island in the kitchen. He let go of Apolo's face and dropped his other hand down to his other hip. Finally, JR's head was wrapping around the term 'love handles.' He liked them a lot.
Apolo kissed him harder, fighting back in the playful way they always struggled, to see who would come out on top. There was an edge of panic under it, though, brief and cold, when Apolo felt the way JR's fingers dug into his hips, into the soft curve that hadn't been there the last time JR had been home. Apolo could hide the way he preemptively laced his fingers through JR's and pulled his hands down, away, by immediately then pulling him in closer by the wrists, act like he had just been wrestling with him. He held JR's arms tight down at their sides, moving his mouth down to kiss at JR's neck, tanned and smooth and long, perfect. JR had always been kind of a specimen but he was even more gorgeous now, probably just because Apolo hadn't seen him for so long.
JR whined softly, hand squirming at his sides. He wanted to TOUCH. He hadn't seen Apolo in months and now he was here against him and he wanted to touch every damn inch of him. But Apolo's mouth on his neck was distracting and calming, his whine turning into a whimper, his struggles ceasing. "Missed you," he whispered softly as his head fell back. "Missed you so much, 'polo."
Softening at the desperate lonely note in JR's voice, Apolo loosened his grip on JR's wrists and slid his palms up his arms, taking him gently by the shoulders and kneading the solid muscle there. Apolo sucked lightly at JR's collarbone and then drew back, dropping another little kiss on JR's mouth, bumping their noses together. "I missed you too. I thought I'd be okay, that I'd keep busy and not notice you were gone, but...fuck. I noticed." He took a steadying breath, cupping JR's cheek and sliding his fingers up into his hair. "C'mon," he mumbled, unable to draw away from JR's mouth even long enough to speak coherent words. He took JR's hand again and tugged him into the hall toward the bedroom. "It's been six months since I gave you a blowjob, and I am not okay with that."
They got about halfway down the hall before JR caught up enough to bury both hands in the back of Apolo's shirt and tug him back by it, catching him and pulling the shirt up easily, until he met the resistance of Apolo's arms. "Offffff," he whined softly in Apolo's ear from behind. He'd already ditched his own about four steps back, had it hanging half out of the pocket of his jeans.
Apolo "oof"ed quietly, dissolving in a laugh, and pulled the shirt off, mostly keeping his back to JR as he did it. He didn't want JR to see how little of the muscle definition was left there, smudged out and obliterated by the weight he'd gained all back, every ounce that he'd shed over the last eight years. He'd used to have a six pack; he'd been really, really proud of it, too. He wasn't sure why he'd let himself lose it. He didn't know why he hadn't tried harder. Sure, he'd been kind of schlepped around over the last several months, as often as not too far from a weight room or ice rink to possibly take an hour and work out. But it was no excuse, and he knew it. He didn't have an excuse. He'd just...he'd taken advantage of a vacation like one he'd never had before since he'd started skating, and now he was ashamed of himself. He figured he was just like the rest of America, now, no longer special or different in any way.
JR kind of knew Apolo had body issues. It wasn't something they'd talked about, but it was just something he understood existed, and had existed since before JR was even born. He knew Apolo had been proud of his slim figure. He'd already been incredibly thin and fit by the time he and JR had gotten together, nearly two years ago now. But JR was starting to catch on now, to why Apolo had yanked his hands before, why he would barely look at him now as they made it into the bedroom.
But all JR could think about how AMAZING Apolo looked. How much he wanted to get his hands on him, and his mouth on him. How he wanted to nibble on the gentle bulge around his hipbones.
JR kicked his jeans off, then rushed over to Apolo, grinning wide as he pushed him, flinging them both into the bed and landing on top of him with a bit of an 'oomph.' Yeah, he knew Apolo had quite clearly said he wanted to blow JR, and it wasn't like JR didn't WANT a blowjob. He totally TOTALLY did. But getting off was something JR could do all on his own, where as kissing Apolo and touching him and being close, nuzzling their faces together? He couldn't do that all alone.
"You are so fucking hot," he said, just hovering over top of Apolo and grinning. His heart was racing and his face was flushed and his cock was so hard it had pretty well decided it was NOT gonna stay in his boxers (He really needed to sew some new buttons on the damn things). He put his hand on Apolo's chest, about half way between his belly button and the bottom of his ribcage. Then he slid it upwards slowly, over his heart, just feeling the beat of it below his palm. The rhythm of it was calming, reminding JR that they had all night and no, he didn't have to try to fit EVERY single thing he wanted to do to Apolo into the next five minutes.
Gasping, Apolo just lay stunned under JR for several seconds, blinking up at him and catching his breath. He frowned a little, disgruntled at just how easily JR was able to manhandle him. Damn kid. No one should have that much energy to burn. Apolo was going to have to tell his coach that he wasn't working JR nearly hard enough. Until then, however, there was nothing much for it but to take JR by the hips, trail his hands up over his solid obliques, brush his thumbs over JR's nipples, hoping to distract him from looking, too much. Thank god he didn't have skylights in his bedroom; he'd even forgotten to open up the vertical blinds this morning, so the room was blessedly dim. Apolo had never promised he would never play dirty; he didn't even dignify JR's comment with a response, just put his hand around his straining cock and pulled it clear of the material of his boxers, laughing quietly at him.
"No self control at all," he murmured, squeezing at him.
But there was no distracting JR from looking. Well, almost none. He was DEFINITELY checking Apolo out, taking him in, appreciative of the way he looked pinned down beneath him. But then Apolo took his cock in hand and all he could do was moan helplessly as his eyes fell shut. "Fuck," he whispered softly.
After a couple of seconds, once the initial OHMYGODTHATFEELSSOGOOD had passed and his senses had settled into it, he regained enough coordination to put his hands on Apolo's jeans, getting them open swiftly and tugging them down a little. He couldn't move enough to get them off too far, but they were out of the way for now, anyways. He shifted his balance onto one arm, his hand landing on Apolo's hip and sliding across his stomach, petting his belly button with his thumb before sliding south to the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, palming him gently, coaxing him to full arousal.
Apolo groaned throatily, head falling back. Oh god. He wasn't going to have any self-control about this either, it was clear. It was just all too good, and Apolo had missed this so much. Had missed JR so much, almost couldn't believe he had him back. Apolo slid his free hand up the slope of JR's smooth back, pulling him down closer for a kiss, feeling nothing for several long seconds but just how much he needed JR, how glad he was that JR was really here. He couldn't feel self-conscious when he was perfectly happy.
He reared up and flipped JR; the kid might've been taller by kind of a lot, but he weighed a lot less. Refusing to think too hard about that, Apolo stripped JR's boxers off and went down on him before JR could possibly interject, humming out something possessive and satisfied to taste him again, feel the weight of him on his tongue. He sucked noisily, liking the lewd sound of it, and rubbed at JR's left thigh just above his scar.
JR just flopped back, moaning out loudly as Apolo took him in his mouth. It felt too good to be annoyed that his boyfriend was an impatient bastard. He stuffed both hands down into Apolo's hair, so long and thick and soft. "Fuck baby, fuck," he whimpered softly, hips wiggling in an effort to not THRUST, push up into that warmth. Apolo's mouth was absolutely the most amazing thing in the world. Especially when it was stuffed full and he couldn't run his arrogant mouth. The thought made JR smirk a little and he tugged, playfully rough, on Apolo's hair, pushing him down a little. Not enough to choke him - more just pretending to force him around.
And although he'd never admit it, Apolo kind of loved when JR got rough, even if he never got rough. Apolo didn't like being bossed around, liked being reminded that this, like everything, was something of a competition, though there was never a loser. He swallowed around JR reflexively, had to pull back to breathe. He drew off completely just long enough to bite JR's prominent hipbone and suck a welt there, punishment that wasn't really. He kept stroking JR, quick and tight, not giving him any time to catch his breath, until he was satisfied with the hickey and slipped his mouth down around just the head of JR's dick again, slicking his tongue over it.
JR whined, equally turned on by the knowledge that Apolo was marking him, claiming him, as he was by the sharp sting of the bruise raised on his skin. His voice shook as he moaned Apolo's name quietly. "Ohhh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," He babbled. His thighs were trembling already, hands shaking too as he continued to pet Apolo's hair, giving it a good yank every now and then when Apolo did something particularly enjoyable with his tongue (which he did kind of a lot, actually). He had his tongue pressed against the slit of JR's dick when that familiar wave tugged in his middle and he knew he wasn't going to hold on much longer. He actually almost just lost it then, with how sensitive that spot was for him. "'Polo, close," he whimpered, one hand falling out of Apolo's hair to reach up and grip the pillow behind his own head, clinging for dear life, like he might fly away if he didn't hold on. Apolo knew all the best ways to make him come apart completely.
Apolo kept his stroking rhythmically, using his hand to pump JR while he licked and sucked at just the head, precome coating his tongue. His eyelids fluttered closed and he just tasted and felt, losing himself in the knowledge that he could do this for JR, make him feel good. It was kind of vindicating, really, to know that he was still good at this, that of all the ways he'd kind of failed himself over the last few months, he hadn't lost his edge here. He pressed his tongue to the slit just once more and then withdrew again to focus on JR as he jacked him quick and unrelenting. He liked watching JR's face, best of all; it was the greatest power trip in the world, to know that he could tear apart JR's steely self-control like this.
That tongue pressing so determinedly to his most sensitive spot was all it took for JR to come undone. He couldn't have held on a second longer if he WANTED to. His fingers, both the ones in the pillow and the ones in Apolo's hair, curled so tightly that his knuckles turned white as his hips arched up the second that Apolo's face was safely far enough away and he came, hard, harder than he had in six months, crying out softly and grateful for the privacy, grateful that he didn't have to be silent. A violent shiver shuddered through him and his shaky hands loosened as his body started to relax back to normal. He looked totally blown away, a lazy smile growing on his face as he tipped his head up to look at Apolo, smile at him, not quite finding the coherency for words yet.
Gently milking the last drops out of JR, Apolo rubbed soothingly at his skinny hip, heart beating harder to see him so fucked-out, gorgeous and flushed. His goofy lopsided smile lit up Apolo inside, and he kissed JR's thigh, licked softly over the bruise he'd marked on JR's hip, gentle now when he hadn't been able to be, before. Apolo slipped off the bed and ducked into his bathroom to shuck his jeans and dampen a washcloth. He returned to clean JR up carefully, leaning in to kiss him, lingering. When he was done, he crawled in under the blankets on JR's other side, hiding and not admitting to himself that was what he was doing. He cuddled in close and kissed at JR's shoulder, flinging an arm around his middle, hauling him in. "God," he murmured against JR's neck. "I'm so glad you're home."
"Oh no you don't. You've been hiding your body from me since we got here, stop it," JR said, kind of flippant. Accusing him, but not making it a big deal, at the same time. He sat up and yanked the blankets off of Apolo - he was still too flushed to crawl under them with him, it was just too hot. He crawled back on top of Apolo, grinning at him and grabbing his hands to push them both back onto the bed. He took a moment to selfishly scan his eyes down Apolo's body and up again, humming contentedly in his throat. "So fucking hot," he mumbled softly. He leaned down, arms bending into ninety degree angles as he lowered himself in, kissing at Apolo's collar bone, nipping gently at the skin. He moved lower to his nipple sucking it carefully into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. And only a moment later, he was moving again. He had so much skin he wanted to cover. He kissed and kissed and kissed, reaching Apolo's tummy, still on the flatter side, just not as defined as it had once been. He nuzzled it softly, nosing just above his belly button and then nipping just below it with his teeth.
He hummed softly. "I think you need a matching hickey," he decided as he crawled just a little lower, attaching his lips to Apolo's hip and just kissing, licking at first. Moving slow, being a tease.
Apolo gasped and squirmed, equal parts turned on and uncomfortable. He knew JR was a stubborn bastard, and it wasn't like he ever really thought he'd win an argument like this with him. But it still annoyed Apolo, in some ways, that he couldn't hide like he wanted to, had to lay there half-naked in just his boxers, pinned to the bed and unable to stop JR from doing pretty much whatever he wanted. "JR," he murmured, voice kind of tight, and slid his fingers into the kid's hair because he wasn't sure what else to do, just wanted to feel connected to him, less like something under a magnifying glass. He closed his eyes and bit his lip and shivered, unsure in a way he'd never been before. It was a deeply disturbing feeling, not to know where he stood when he'd never wondered before. He hadn't expected to feel it this strongly, feel so...completely inadequate. It made him want to wriggle away and hide again.
JR hated this thing hanging between them, because he didn't know what to say, or how to push it aside. He could feel Apolo rebelling against him, in his voice and in the tautness of his body beneath JR's. This hatred that Apolo was harboring for himself was dark and ugly and disgusting and JR wanted to kill it but didn't know how to face something so deeply rooted in his boyfriend.
He sighed sadly, moving back up towards Apolo's face when his boyfriend never even started to relax under his kisses, just got more and more tense, more and more uncomfortable. JR could practically hear the unhappiness pumping in his veins. He touched Apolo's face wordlessly, his eyes dark and intense. He didn't know what to do, and he could tell that the selfish absorbing of his boyfriend's body, a body he wanted SO badly, was breaking them apart right now.
For several seconds, he just looked into Apolo's eyes, thinking of a million things to say and not saying any of them, because he was too afraid of making things worse. Because he knew Apolo wouldn't buy it, would accuse JR of 'just being nice.' And JR didn't know how else to make him understand that in JR's eyes, he'd never been more beautiful. More attractive. JR had never wanted him this much. He wanted him SO much.
He swallowed thickly, blinked, finally, reached up to push some hair out of Apolo's face, and then kissed him, really gently.
Apolo clutched at him, pulled him in so tight and close, kissing him like the world was ending, because he could see the sad-serious look JR had about him and knew that he'd blown it. He'd been hoping he could just wing his way through, pretend like it wasn't bothering him as much as it was, and that JR wouldn't have to see it at all. He didn't want JR to think it was that Apolo didn't want him, somehow, because nothing could be further from the truth, but there was just no way for him to fight the way this felt, like JR couldn't possibly seriously think that Apolo wasn't a disgrace. Surely to god he was thinking it, thinking, God, what's he done to himself...how revolting can a person be? And it was ridiculous, not the way Apolo usually thought, and if it had been someone besides JR he didn't think it would have been nearly so bad. But JR had known - and loved - Apolo at his best, had only known Apolo when he was in his perfected state, not as he had been, years ago. And on top of that, JR himself was so impressive, worked so hard and was so gorgeous. By comparison Apolo knew he could only look worse. And he couldn't stand it.
"I'm sorry," he bit out when he parted from JR for just a second to catch his breath. "It's my fault, it isn't you, okay?"
JR's heart broke in his chest, his eyes saddening, crinkling at the edges, his mouth curling into a frown. "Apolo, what are you t-...What are you sorry for?" It wasn't a legitimate question. He knew WHAT Apolo was sorry for, he just didn't want him to be. He leaned in and kissed Apolo's neck, easing himself down until he was flush on top of Apolo. His heart was racing and his head was a mess of emotions and tangled words as he tried to figure out how to make Apolo understand him AND believe him.
He was quiet for a long moment and finally he just said fuck you to the big ball of tension in his chest and spoke, and either Apolo would believe him or he wouldn't. "You've never been as fucking gorgeous as you are to me right now," he said softly. There was so much else he wanted to say, too, but those words were still untangling themselves in his head. He rested his head in the crook of Apolo's neck, kissing softly there. His hand rested on one of Apolo's hips again, giving it a possessive squeeze.
Apolo winced, pressing his eyes tight shut and cupping his hand at the back of JR's head, burying his fingers in his soft, thick hair. He hugged JR tightly, finally getting to hide a little in JR blanketed over him. He sighed. "You don't have to lie to me, JR. I know it's bad. It's...I don't have a good excuse."
JR just sighed, defeatedly. How did he make Apolo believe him when he was already so determined to believe otherwise. "I'm not lying," he said his voice edging on annoyed that Apolo didn't believe him. He shuffled, pressing his cock against Apolo's thigh. "I'm fucking hard as a rock. And I have been practically since the airport. And you... you're so fucking hot. You have no idea the things I want to do to you right now," he said softly. "You're the only person that thinks you have to weigh one forty to be hot. I think you're sexier like this. Way sexier." He nipped at Apolo's collar bone, growling very softly in his throat. "You're happier, and less stressed, and god, I want to just...." He let out a sigh, slowly, hips rutting up desperately into the muscle of Apolo's thigh.
A gasp caught in Apolo's throat to feel JR so hard, again, so fast. He dug his fingers into the small of JR's back, moving up against him instinctively, not even thinking about it. He still wanted to deny it, wanted to tell JR this couldn't really be what he wanted, that he would work hard to get back to the way he had been, but...JR just felt so good against him, and Apolo had never had the world's strongest willpower. (Obviously, the snide little voice in his head sneered, or you wouldn't be such a disgusting fatass right now.) He couldn't hold back forever, not when it had been months since he'd had JR in his bed, not when he was so glad to have him back. The competing desires, to fuck and to hide, sent a shiver through him that made him bury his face a little deeper into JR's shoulder. "I just don't want you to think...think I don't care, JR, it's nothing like that." He rolled his hips up again, groaning. "Oh, god. Wanted to be...better for you, when you got home, just. Ran out of time. But I missed you so bad."
JR was torn among the desires to smack Apolo for being such a girl, to smack Apolo for completely ignoring him, to kiss him and his worried face until neither could breath, and then, of course, to fuck him harder than he ever had before in his life.
He was gonna go with that last one. He found lube beneath Apolo's pillow, taking it with him as he crawled down the bed, taking Apolo into his mouth with no foreplay as he got lube on a couple of fingers quickly.
Apolo arched, groaning loud, shameless. He'd never had much shame to start with, and JR was always capable of making what little he had evaporate into thin air. He kind of wanted to do some more apologizing, some more self-flagellating, but he couldn't even begin to put two words together with JR's mouth on him like that. He balled his hands in the sheets next to his hips and barely kept his ass on the bed, fighting the urge to rut. "Oh! God, god, JR..."
That was more like it. Without any more warning than a hard suck on his cock, JR pushed two fingers deep into Apolo, then slowwwwly curled them as he pulled them out again only to fuck them right back in again without forgiveness. He wasn't afraid Apolo was going to break. He was going to make him fucking crazy.
He licked a long, slow stripe up Apolo's entire(ly impressive) length as his two fingers fucked in and out quickly, a third one slipping in as soon as JR trusted Apolo's body to take it.
There weren't any more coherent thoughts in Apolo's head anywhere; JR had sucked them all out through his cock. He couldn't be hesitant or afraid or unsure at all when he was struggling to remember not to fuck JR's mouth, not to come instantaneously the second JR worked a third finger inside. He'd missed this worst of all, missed the way JR just owned him. JR had never been tentative about this relationship or any part of it, not from day one, from the first time he owned up to wanting Apolo, and wanting into his pants. Apolo might like to steer, but JR was the motivation for this, all of this, and he loved being reminded how much JR really, truly wanted this. Despite everything he might think about himself, Apolo couldn't doubt that he did want it. And Apolo wanted it more than anything, so he wasn't going to fight it anymore.
JR loved this. When finally Apolo stopped caring about whatever it was worrying him at that particular moment and just let go. And it was even more important now, when he was feeling so vulnerable, that he let go, opened himself up to JR. And JR wasn't going to disappoint him. He was going to remind him that he was the fucking hottest person on the planet.
He moved quickly, pulling his fingers out of Apolo's ass and replacing them with his tongue, his hand replacing his mouth on Apolo's cock. He licked, fast and furious, as deep as he could get. He couldn't get close enough to Apolo, just couldn't get enough of him at all.
Nothing in the world would reduce Apolo to begging so fast, and JR knew it. He writhed, not knowing which direction to move and not wanting to move too violently in either direction. He felt like he was buzzing with sensation, all of it so good, and he moved one hand to JR's hair without even thinking about it, curling his fingers up in it. He made a strangled noise that tried to be, "So fuckin' good, JR," but probably didn't quite make it. He couldn't really hear past the rushing in his ears. He swallowed and forced his eyes open, made his mouth actually form the next words, carefully. "You gotta...fuck me now, kid, please."
JR really didn't need to be told twice. He shivered as he pulled away, grabbing the lube to coat his cock, which made him moan, loud and long and greedy. Despite having already gotten off once, he was achingly red and swollen. But he managed to tug his hand away, wiping it off on the wet rag still laying beside them, then grabbing Apolo's thighs, tugging him around until their bodies where perfectly lined up. He put his hand down on either side of Apolo's body, bending over him and looking down at him, eyes burning with want, lust.
He pushed inside quickly, not giving Apolo any more time to whine or beg, just pushing inside, getting his hand on Apolo's thigh to realign to a better suited angle (the new extra height difference would take a moment to get used to), before pulling out and thrusting in again, watching Apolo's face to judge his reactions.
Dragging in a hard, labored breath, Apolo held it until JR had settled into his rhythm and let it out in a groan perfectly echoing JR's from seconds before. He moved with JR, falling into a perfect counterpoint without any hesitation, like there had never been any break in their time together. He sighed softly, pressing his face against his pillow, feeling finally totally whole again. He'd been missing such an enormous part of himself since JR had been gone, and now he finally had it all back again, and it felt so, so indescribably good. He thought of nothing at all but "more, more, more" and he might even have been chanting it, blown apart by the way JR owned him, made his mind fuzz out to white noise, made Apolo think of nothing else but him.
"Love you, love you, love you," JR chanted right back at him as Apolo babbled mindlessly, making JR swell with pride at his own ability to take care of Apolo, despite Apolo's best attempts to push him away. "So fuckin good," he babbled himself, because it was. He hand a hand on each one of Apolo's hips, squeezing the soft lovehandles there as he pulled himself, pushed himself, deeper and deeper into Apolo, angling up into the spot he knew would make Apolo fall apart even more. His head was completely gone, not a thought left that wasn't entirely Apolo and how perfect this was, the two of them.
JR's hips would be bruised in the morning. He could tell that much already, could feel them burning with each press into the back of Apolo's thighs, Apolo's body actually angled up into him so JR could get as deep as possible. But the thought of those bruises just made him fuck even harder.
Apolo threw his free hand up and clung to one of the slats of his headboard, using it to push himself down against every one of JR's thrusts, his rhythm going erratic and shaky. He couldn't hold onto it, not as close as he had been already, not as hard as JR was working to make him crazy. He felt JR's fingers dig into his softened sides but couldn't hate the way it felt, to be grabbed onto, manhandled. He clamped his knees tight against JR's hips and groaned, voice breaking. "J...JR, oh my...god, touch me, please, I need...need...please come," he finally begged, breathless, needing that even more than he needed to come, himself. He wanted so much, too much, at once, but as long as JR didn't let him go, and for the love of god, didn't stop, then that would be enough, more than enough.
JR shifted quickly, strength and some small amount of grace letting him shift his balance to take Apolo in his hand without losing too much speed or force. This was mindblowingly good like this, and he wouldn't have been able to last much longer at that pace anyways, with Apolo so tight around him. But seeing him plead like that sent shocks through JR's body that centered in his cock and he let go, just let go the same way Apolo had let go for him and light fucking EXPLODED behind his eyes as orgasm just exploded through him. He thrust as long as he could, as much as he could keep up, but with his dick softening and SO sensitive, he gradually slowed to a stop and pulled out, fucked out and completely overstimulated, but hand still going furiously on Apolo.
He was already flying apart, anyway, arcing back and coming so hard he couldn't even breathe for what felt like a long time and was probably only four or five seconds. Apolo's fingers tightened in JR's hair and he just shook and held tight, trusting JR to see him through it, to not let him go. He sank back to the bed, breathing hard and aching like he hadn't ached in ages, in a way he'd missed so much. He just lay there, exhausted, spent, still trembling, and tried to catch his breath enough to open his eyes and blink at JR, bring him into focus, say thank you somehow that did not involve actual words because, honestly, Apolo thought he might never be able to form sentences again.
JR shuffled forward as soon as Apolo started to come, his hand coming up to his adorably young looking face as he looked down at him, loving him with his whole heart and petting his cheek with his thumb. He didn't kiss him, just too breathless still from coming so hard, but he kept their faces close, feeling Apolo's breath on his face, both of them shivering hard against each other as their bodies went to heaven and back again. But when Apolo sat up to kiss him, JR was right there to meet his lips, hand slipping back to grip his neck instead of his face so he could kiss him, slow and lazy.
Apolo slid his hand up JR's back, pulling him closer, breathing against him and just kind of reveling in the feeling of having him so near, again. He couldn't manage any words for several long seconds more, til his heart stopped hammering up against his ribcage and he could drop his head back to the pillow and just stare up JR, touch his face, smile at him lopsidedly. "I missed that most, I think," he murmured, half serious, half teasing, trailing his fingers down JR's youth-smooth face. He settled down, wriggling a little lower in the bed so that he was more completely under JR, soaking in his body heat. "I just missed you."
JR smiled, sweet and winning and completely unrestrained. "I missed you too," he gushed, too sex sated to try to play it cool. He just loved this guy with all his heart and had missed him with every fiber of his being. He kissed him again, long and needy and desperate. "I've missed you too. So much. I'm so glad to be home."
He sat up, just a bit, grabbing the rag from beside them to wipe Apolo's chest clean carefully and then just kind of collapse on top of him, arms too tired to hold his weight any more. He inched one hand under Apolo to rest flat under his back. His head curled onto Apolo's shoulder, and the other hand rested on the smooth curve of Apolo's hip, like that spot had been MADE for JR's hand. "I love you," he whispered, quietly, once he was settled, warm and content.
To his credit, Apolo only squirmed a little bit when JR rested his hand on his hip, too tired and too incandescently happy to be more bothered by it than just to purse his mouth a little. He turned his face into JR's hair and sighed softly, liking the way it rustled his hair against his nose. "I love you too, kiddo," he murmured affectionately. "Thanks. So much."
JR was quiet for several long minutes, listening to Apolo's pulse beneath his ear and just hugging him close. But a smile grew on his face after just a few minutes. "So, old man, you better be prepared to be kept up all night. Should I go put on a pot of coffee?" he teased lightly, hand rubbing up Apolo's side affectionately, stopping at his ribs before moving down again to the spot his hand so liked to claim.
"Ha ha," Apolo said dryly, tightening his arms around JR's waist and giving him a good-natured glare. "I'm experienced, kid, not old. And you and I both know that caffeine's just as likely to put me to sleep. Your mouth's a better stimulant." He leered a little at JR, his hand sliding down his side to rest over JR's, squeeze it a little. When he spoke again, his voice was smaller, and he couldn't meet JR's eyes. "It has to bother you a little. Doesn't it?"
JR blinked a little at the abrupt topic change, but he tipped his head up to Apolo, then tucked it back into place, smiling a little and rubbing his fingers over Apolo's skin. "I told you. I like you like this. I like it a lot," he admitted, pressing himself even impossibly closer to Apolo's body, humming. "You've never been sexier to me."
Apolo let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and nodded, letting the last shreds of tension flutter out of him. "Why?" he asked, his tone nothing but curious, now. He was in the mood to accept JR's professed affinity at face value, but that didn't mean it made any sense to him.
JR hummed softly, trying to figure it out in a way he could explain in words. "This is the way your body is supposed to be," he said softly. "The way you look when you go for a jog every morning, instead of running yourself ragged hours a day every day. It just..." He shrugged. "I mean, I'm not saying that I didn't like the way you looked before. You've always been so sexy, but now, to me, you look like...all of your pieces fit together a little better. More symmetrical, instead of scary skinny on top and total power house in your legs." He kissed at the center of Apolo's chest. "And I like the way you feel in my arms. More real, somehow, even though I know that doesn't really make sense, rationally. It's just a feeling I guess."
Apolo relaxed more with every word he said, finally finding that he'd started combing his fingers through JR's hair absently, soothing himself, probably, more than JR. He felt comfortable like he hadn't felt in weeks, all his worry finally bled out of him, no longer afraid of what JR would say or think. "I'm...thanks," he said quietly, kissing the top of JR's head. "As long as you just keep feeling that, I think I'll be okay. And for the record, I'm not just planning to let myself go. Now I'm home again I can actually get to the gym everyday. And no matter how out of shape I am right now, I am always ready for you to keep me up all night." He grinned. "Bring it on."
JR laughed softly. "I'm hardly worried, Apolo. You go nuts after 10 hours without sweating, even if it's just to stretch out and jump around in place." He smiled and kissed Apolo's head. "I think you hold yourself to much too high expectations. You're RETIRED. No one is going to ask you to skate 5000 meters in the morning. I think you look amazing and I'm VERY glad you're willing to be kept up all night." He grinned, wide. "Cuz I'm ready to go again whenever you are," he hummed lowly, pressing his hips forward playfully.
Groaning playfully, Apolo huffed a laugh at JR and rolled him neatly, settling with his thigh between JR's and moving against him teasingly. "Are you kidding?" he asked, nibbling at JR's neck. "I am always ready."
Authors: sarahsan and theskyturnsred
Pairing: Apolo Ohno/JR Celski
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: Apolo/JR - Post-retirement Apolo puts on a little weight (not a ton, just as much as you'd expect for a person with a history of carrying weight after a serious drop-off in activity). First time they see each other in a while, and JR surprises both of them by really, really liking it.
((This is a (stupidly long) roleplay. NOT a fic. Definitely just an rp that was inspired by this prompt. So naturally, it changes points of view and writing styles frequently. But since the fic still hasn't been filled (sadly :() we thought we'd go ahead and share it for anyone interested.))
After closing ceremonies, Apolo went off to jetset around the world, doing interviews, appearing on every damn talk show in the world, and just generally capitalizing on being the most decorated Winter Olympian in American history. He had to pay the bills somehow, afterall. JR understood that.
But the Winter skating season wasn't over, just because the Olympics were. JR still had a full schedule of workouts, training sessions, and competitions. So after one free weekend in Federal Way with his family, it was back to Salt Lake again. But this time, without Apolo.
It was what it was. Nothing more or less than that. Apolo wasn't the reason that JR did this sport. He was the reason he'd started, sure, but it was the love of the sport that kept him going. The love of competition, the knowledge that he'd given his all to something and getting to see it all pay off. But that wasn't to say he didn't miss Apolo. It definitely wasn't the same without him. Chasing Apolo had always given JR that extra burst of energy after a long day. The extra push to keep going. Because Apolo was always one step ahead. Always just a little bit better.
Without him, it would never be the same. But JR recognized that different wasn't necessarily bad. Without Apolo there, JR really realized just how much he adored the rest of his team, how close he was to them, too.
But by the time summer came around, JR was missing Apolo like a hole in his heart. And he was all too happy to get back to Washington, where the air was cleaner, the music was scene was better, and he had something slightly resembling free time. And to his boyfriend, of course.
Apolo had promised to pick him up from the airport, so by the time the plane had landed, JR already had his things stuffed back in his backpack so he could get off the plane as quickly as possible. He hoped he didn't look too eager, but seriously, it had been MONTHS. He was only human.
By the time he made it inside and out of the gate, through the terminal, all the way down the stairs to the ground floor where he could get past the security set up to keep those without boarding passes out, he was grinning nearly ear to ear and looking around for Apolo.
Apolo saw JR first, felt a smile crawl over his face without even consciously thinking about it. JR looked good, great; his hair was getting long again and fuck if he wasn't taller, or...something. He couldn't possibly be thinner, he'd had no weight to lose, but he just looked bright and towering, like a Very Serious Athlete. He looked older.
That was all just completely sentimental nonsense, of course; it had only been six months or so (of not seeing him, not touching him, only hearing him down a phone line and that was practically nothing in the scheme of things) and JR wasn't a different person, for god's sake. Apolo was just incredibly glad to see him, and he didn't immediately flag him down, just stood and looked at him for a few seconds, so glad to see his face. He wasn't...hesitating. He wasn't holding back because of anything; certainly not because he saw JR's long, cool, lean figure and suddenly was violently reminded that he'd had to go buy new jeans last week just to have a couple pairs that fit. Definitely not because he had to try to smooth down his polo in an attempt to make it look more like he'd done the best he could with what he had. It felt like not nearly enough, all of a sudden, and for one super-sharp, super-quick split second, Apolo had the thought that he could hide and JR wouldn't have to see him, looking old and used-up and fat, not an athlete anymore, nevermind a Very Serious one.
But by then his feet were already moving him forward and he was waving at JR, grinning at him enormous and helpless from behind his lengthening fringe of hair, grown kind of wild and out of control in the in-between stage of longish and long.
"Well look at you," he said, looking JR up and down obviously, once. "Who knew there was a world-class skater in there? Not me."
JR couldn't help but laugh, a flush growing on his cheeks as he looked at Apolo coming closer to him, and damn, JR had missed him. He could feel his heart racing a little bit as he came closer. "Hush, you. You only took home one more medal than I did in Vancouver," He reminded him with a little grin, reaching out to ruffle his hair, pushing it out of his face, where it ultimately always ended up without a bandana to hold it back. "I'm gonna break your big record. Give me about eight years."
He moved closer, just a little bit. Not too close, here, in the middle of the airport. He took Apolo in. Was he shorter now? No, that would be the inch JR had grown. And his face was a little rounder and it made JR smile, so hard. He looked more like he had eight years ago. Younger, smiling, full of life. Not exhausted after twelve straight years of training, not stressed to his limit to meet the demands of a country who only knew him as Apolo Ohno: Champion Speed Skater.
"Ugh, come here," he said, finally, just stepping forward and wrapping his arms around him, tightly. "I've missed you so much," he whispered quietly into Apolo's hair. He was bigger now. Not a lot, but a noticeable difference from the tiny Apolo of six months ago. That Apolo had always almost disappeared in JR's arms. This Apolo was softer, gentler, happier. And JR was happier now too, to have him in his arms.
Apolo couldn't possibly not step in and hug JR, bury his face in his bony shoulder and breathe him in. Let a million paparazzi take their picture, all they'd see was two teammates meeting up again after a long time, glad to see each other again. If someone wanted to infer more than that, fuck 'em. "God. Missed you too, kid. Glad you're home." He pulled away a little quicker than he'd have liked, a combination of wanting to avoid looking too suspicious and wanting to avoid JR really getting a complete idea of how soft around the middle he'd really gotten. Not like he could hide it forever, but just...he was really happy right now and JR Celski was a sight for sore eyes and he didn't want to have the conversation he knew he'd eventually have to have with the kid. Not right now. Right now he was just going to enjoy having JR back for a while. He thumped him on the shoulder and took his duffel bag off his shoulder without bothering to ask (JR would just say no, anyway). "So how was the competition circuit? Everyone here in town is your best friend now, just so you know. You're a bigger celebrity than ever, here."
JR laughed softly, thanking Apolo quietly when he shouldered JR's bag and led him out of the airport. "It's all fine. You know. Just, kind of going through the motions to finish up the season. None of it can compare to Vancouver. I'm glad to get a few weeks off," he admitted, smiling. He couldn't help but laugh, and feel a little bit embarrassed about being a town celebrity. "I've missed this place, and my friends here. And you, obviously. How've you been? How's retired life?" he asked with a crooked little smile, bumping his shoulder against Apolo's as they made their way out to his car together.
Apolo pursed his mouth a little, but it was mostly to stop himself smiling. "Boring," he answered honestly. "Nothing but interviews and ad space; most of my sponsors have moved on to greener pastures, so I'm gonna have to actually do something worthwhile pretty soon. I've never had gainful employment, I'm kind of freaked out by the prospect of trying to, y'know. Go out and get an actual job." Apolo loaded JR's bag into his trunk and then slumped into the driver's side, coaxing his years-old Honda to life. He was probably going to have to think about getting a new car soon enough, but he had better plans for what money he actually had. "I'm really glad you've got a few weeks off, too, by the way," he added, tone warmer, and smiled at JR, squeezing his hand across the console. "It's too quiet around here, and I need team gossip to brighten up my life."
JR laughed softly. "Oh? All you miss is the drama? Typical Apolo," he teased, fingers tangling easily into Apolo's as they set off. "Simon has decided he is the new leader of the team. Actually, he says YOU decided that. He's the only one mature enough to lead the time properly in your absence?" He quirked an amused eyebrow at his boyfriend.
Apolo grinned a thoroughly shit-eating grin. "I was right, right? He's doing a good job, isn't he." It wasn't a question. He knew Simon was doing a good job, had known he'd be good for the team when he'd first told the kid, in no uncertain terms, that he was to look after the place when Apolo was gone. "He is the only one mature enough; can you imagine if I'd left Jordan in charge?"
JR just laughed a little bit. "Well, Travis and Jordan are both totally thrilled to take orders and motivational advice from an 18 year old who only qualified for the Olympic team because you tried to feel me up on the ice," He said, smirking. "But hey, I can't say that I mind all that much. He's always positive and working hard. So..." He shrugged. "I think he needed that confidence boost, at the very least. He's been doing really well these last few months."
He looked out the window as they spoke, just smiling as the familiar scenery flew by. They would be back at Apolo's soon, and it occurred to JR he should feel guilty for not going straight to his own home, but he was a teenage boy, after all. He had needs. And pretty soon, he and Apolo would be alone, and they'd have the whole night to themselves. JR was more than a little bit eager for that.
"I knew he would," Apolo said, mild and pleased. He had; he'd known that Simon's drive was not, primarily, to win medals and be the best, but to help others who he thought had more potential. He was a very competent skater and certainly belonged on the team, but he was solid coaching material, not a competitor. Apolo knew Jordan and Travis would get over it; they would realize soon enough, if they didn't already but wouldn't admit to it, that what they needed was a skating conscience, someone to push them by setting goals just barely out of their reach, to make them strive for it. And that was all, one-hundred-percent Simon Cho. "I'm glad you like him. He's just encouraging, you know? He'll be a good coach one day. Oh, almost forgot: your mom called, wanted me to make sure you phoned when you were back in town. Just so she'll know your plane didn't crash or something, I assume." He smiled, amused. For a woman who had let her youngest out into the world at a very young age to, essentially, hack it on his own, Sue Celski could be remarkably overprotective about the weirdest things.
JR smiled a little, flattered, amused, and full of adoration for his Mom. "Right, okay," he said. "I'll do that now, before we get to your place." He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed his mother's number, just leaning back against the window again as she answered and they talked quietly, affectionately. "Yeah, Mom, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you too," he promised her, hanging up just as they reached the driveway of Apolo's place.
He couldn't help the feeling that there may as well have been a huge 'Welcome Home' banner on the door. Sure, a lot of his memories with Apolo were in Salt Lake, in the apartment he'd lived in there. But some of the best ones were here, in Apolo's HOME. It was hard to believe how quickly the years had flown by and how much he never realized he missed the place. How much he felt like he belonged.
He was smiling wide as he got out of the car, grabbing his bag from the backseat as Apolo moved ahead to unlock the door.
Apolo had meticulously cleaned up his house, possibly (definitely) overcompensating for his sloppy self, hoping the cleanliness of the environment would offset it. He let them in, waving JR in ahead of him. The kid knew his way around and knew he could make himself at home here. It was...incredibly comforting, to see him back here, in Apolo's space, like a piece that had been missing. Apolo turned on lights, the skylights in his kitchen only filtering in wan partly-cloudy sunlight. "Welcome back, JR," he murmured quietly, smiling at the kid askance.
Apolo's worries were all in his head though. JR didn't care how the place looked. He didn't care how Apolo looked (which, honestly, he looked amazing), he was just glad to be back here in a place where he felt so comfortable. He disappeared momentarily, to dump his bag in the bedroom, then returned to the front of the house, catching Apolo around the waist as he walked out of the kitchen and pulling him in close, replying to his comment with a soft kiss.
Apolo laughed against JR's mouth, cupping his hands around JR's neck and kissing him sweetly. God. There weren't words to describe how good that felt. He thumbed at JR's cheekbones and realized he was having to rise up on the balls of his feet just to kiss him properly. He had gotten taller, the little jerk.
JR was allll too amused though, and he lifted Apolo off his feet and spun him in a circle before setting him down again, leaning his head down enough to make it easier to kiss him and cradling his face in one hand. His arm wrapped around Apolo's middle and slipped under his shirt in the back, fingers curling against his spine, then sliding around to his hip. He was softer there than JR remembered. Not soft in a girly way, or soft like a teddy bear or anything else equally ridiculous. But his skin had a little more give under JR's possessive fingers. Less cuttingly sharp, fewer pointy angles. JR could still feel all his muscles, powerful and strong, but just buried a little further down.
He hummed a strangled sound into Apolo's mouth, pushing him backwards and backwards and backwards until they bumped into the first solid thing he could find, which happened to be the island in the kitchen. He let go of Apolo's face and dropped his other hand down to his other hip. Finally, JR's head was wrapping around the term 'love handles.' He liked them a lot.
Apolo kissed him harder, fighting back in the playful way they always struggled, to see who would come out on top. There was an edge of panic under it, though, brief and cold, when Apolo felt the way JR's fingers dug into his hips, into the soft curve that hadn't been there the last time JR had been home. Apolo could hide the way he preemptively laced his fingers through JR's and pulled his hands down, away, by immediately then pulling him in closer by the wrists, act like he had just been wrestling with him. He held JR's arms tight down at their sides, moving his mouth down to kiss at JR's neck, tanned and smooth and long, perfect. JR had always been kind of a specimen but he was even more gorgeous now, probably just because Apolo hadn't seen him for so long.
JR whined softly, hand squirming at his sides. He wanted to TOUCH. He hadn't seen Apolo in months and now he was here against him and he wanted to touch every damn inch of him. But Apolo's mouth on his neck was distracting and calming, his whine turning into a whimper, his struggles ceasing. "Missed you," he whispered softly as his head fell back. "Missed you so much, 'polo."
Softening at the desperate lonely note in JR's voice, Apolo loosened his grip on JR's wrists and slid his palms up his arms, taking him gently by the shoulders and kneading the solid muscle there. Apolo sucked lightly at JR's collarbone and then drew back, dropping another little kiss on JR's mouth, bumping their noses together. "I missed you too. I thought I'd be okay, that I'd keep busy and not notice you were gone, but...fuck. I noticed." He took a steadying breath, cupping JR's cheek and sliding his fingers up into his hair. "C'mon," he mumbled, unable to draw away from JR's mouth even long enough to speak coherent words. He took JR's hand again and tugged him into the hall toward the bedroom. "It's been six months since I gave you a blowjob, and I am not okay with that."
They got about halfway down the hall before JR caught up enough to bury both hands in the back of Apolo's shirt and tug him back by it, catching him and pulling the shirt up easily, until he met the resistance of Apolo's arms. "Offffff," he whined softly in Apolo's ear from behind. He'd already ditched his own about four steps back, had it hanging half out of the pocket of his jeans.
Apolo "oof"ed quietly, dissolving in a laugh, and pulled the shirt off, mostly keeping his back to JR as he did it. He didn't want JR to see how little of the muscle definition was left there, smudged out and obliterated by the weight he'd gained all back, every ounce that he'd shed over the last eight years. He'd used to have a six pack; he'd been really, really proud of it, too. He wasn't sure why he'd let himself lose it. He didn't know why he hadn't tried harder. Sure, he'd been kind of schlepped around over the last several months, as often as not too far from a weight room or ice rink to possibly take an hour and work out. But it was no excuse, and he knew it. He didn't have an excuse. He'd just...he'd taken advantage of a vacation like one he'd never had before since he'd started skating, and now he was ashamed of himself. He figured he was just like the rest of America, now, no longer special or different in any way.
JR kind of knew Apolo had body issues. It wasn't something they'd talked about, but it was just something he understood existed, and had existed since before JR was even born. He knew Apolo had been proud of his slim figure. He'd already been incredibly thin and fit by the time he and JR had gotten together, nearly two years ago now. But JR was starting to catch on now, to why Apolo had yanked his hands before, why he would barely look at him now as they made it into the bedroom.
But all JR could think about how AMAZING Apolo looked. How much he wanted to get his hands on him, and his mouth on him. How he wanted to nibble on the gentle bulge around his hipbones.
JR kicked his jeans off, then rushed over to Apolo, grinning wide as he pushed him, flinging them both into the bed and landing on top of him with a bit of an 'oomph.' Yeah, he knew Apolo had quite clearly said he wanted to blow JR, and it wasn't like JR didn't WANT a blowjob. He totally TOTALLY did. But getting off was something JR could do all on his own, where as kissing Apolo and touching him and being close, nuzzling their faces together? He couldn't do that all alone.
"You are so fucking hot," he said, just hovering over top of Apolo and grinning. His heart was racing and his face was flushed and his cock was so hard it had pretty well decided it was NOT gonna stay in his boxers (He really needed to sew some new buttons on the damn things). He put his hand on Apolo's chest, about half way between his belly button and the bottom of his ribcage. Then he slid it upwards slowly, over his heart, just feeling the beat of it below his palm. The rhythm of it was calming, reminding JR that they had all night and no, he didn't have to try to fit EVERY single thing he wanted to do to Apolo into the next five minutes.
Gasping, Apolo just lay stunned under JR for several seconds, blinking up at him and catching his breath. He frowned a little, disgruntled at just how easily JR was able to manhandle him. Damn kid. No one should have that much energy to burn. Apolo was going to have to tell his coach that he wasn't working JR nearly hard enough. Until then, however, there was nothing much for it but to take JR by the hips, trail his hands up over his solid obliques, brush his thumbs over JR's nipples, hoping to distract him from looking, too much. Thank god he didn't have skylights in his bedroom; he'd even forgotten to open up the vertical blinds this morning, so the room was blessedly dim. Apolo had never promised he would never play dirty; he didn't even dignify JR's comment with a response, just put his hand around his straining cock and pulled it clear of the material of his boxers, laughing quietly at him.
"No self control at all," he murmured, squeezing at him.
But there was no distracting JR from looking. Well, almost none. He was DEFINITELY checking Apolo out, taking him in, appreciative of the way he looked pinned down beneath him. But then Apolo took his cock in hand and all he could do was moan helplessly as his eyes fell shut. "Fuck," he whispered softly.
After a couple of seconds, once the initial OHMYGODTHATFEELSSOGOOD had passed and his senses had settled into it, he regained enough coordination to put his hands on Apolo's jeans, getting them open swiftly and tugging them down a little. He couldn't move enough to get them off too far, but they were out of the way for now, anyways. He shifted his balance onto one arm, his hand landing on Apolo's hip and sliding across his stomach, petting his belly button with his thumb before sliding south to the growing bulge in his boxer briefs, palming him gently, coaxing him to full arousal.
Apolo groaned throatily, head falling back. Oh god. He wasn't going to have any self-control about this either, it was clear. It was just all too good, and Apolo had missed this so much. Had missed JR so much, almost couldn't believe he had him back. Apolo slid his free hand up the slope of JR's smooth back, pulling him down closer for a kiss, feeling nothing for several long seconds but just how much he needed JR, how glad he was that JR was really here. He couldn't feel self-conscious when he was perfectly happy.
He reared up and flipped JR; the kid might've been taller by kind of a lot, but he weighed a lot less. Refusing to think too hard about that, Apolo stripped JR's boxers off and went down on him before JR could possibly interject, humming out something possessive and satisfied to taste him again, feel the weight of him on his tongue. He sucked noisily, liking the lewd sound of it, and rubbed at JR's left thigh just above his scar.
JR just flopped back, moaning out loudly as Apolo took him in his mouth. It felt too good to be annoyed that his boyfriend was an impatient bastard. He stuffed both hands down into Apolo's hair, so long and thick and soft. "Fuck baby, fuck," he whimpered softly, hips wiggling in an effort to not THRUST, push up into that warmth. Apolo's mouth was absolutely the most amazing thing in the world. Especially when it was stuffed full and he couldn't run his arrogant mouth. The thought made JR smirk a little and he tugged, playfully rough, on Apolo's hair, pushing him down a little. Not enough to choke him - more just pretending to force him around.
And although he'd never admit it, Apolo kind of loved when JR got rough, even if he never got rough. Apolo didn't like being bossed around, liked being reminded that this, like everything, was something of a competition, though there was never a loser. He swallowed around JR reflexively, had to pull back to breathe. He drew off completely just long enough to bite JR's prominent hipbone and suck a welt there, punishment that wasn't really. He kept stroking JR, quick and tight, not giving him any time to catch his breath, until he was satisfied with the hickey and slipped his mouth down around just the head of JR's dick again, slicking his tongue over it.
JR whined, equally turned on by the knowledge that Apolo was marking him, claiming him, as he was by the sharp sting of the bruise raised on his skin. His voice shook as he moaned Apolo's name quietly. "Ohhh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," He babbled. His thighs were trembling already, hands shaking too as he continued to pet Apolo's hair, giving it a good yank every now and then when Apolo did something particularly enjoyable with his tongue (which he did kind of a lot, actually). He had his tongue pressed against the slit of JR's dick when that familiar wave tugged in his middle and he knew he wasn't going to hold on much longer. He actually almost just lost it then, with how sensitive that spot was for him. "'Polo, close," he whimpered, one hand falling out of Apolo's hair to reach up and grip the pillow behind his own head, clinging for dear life, like he might fly away if he didn't hold on. Apolo knew all the best ways to make him come apart completely.
Apolo kept his stroking rhythmically, using his hand to pump JR while he licked and sucked at just the head, precome coating his tongue. His eyelids fluttered closed and he just tasted and felt, losing himself in the knowledge that he could do this for JR, make him feel good. It was kind of vindicating, really, to know that he was still good at this, that of all the ways he'd kind of failed himself over the last few months, he hadn't lost his edge here. He pressed his tongue to the slit just once more and then withdrew again to focus on JR as he jacked him quick and unrelenting. He liked watching JR's face, best of all; it was the greatest power trip in the world, to know that he could tear apart JR's steely self-control like this.
That tongue pressing so determinedly to his most sensitive spot was all it took for JR to come undone. He couldn't have held on a second longer if he WANTED to. His fingers, both the ones in the pillow and the ones in Apolo's hair, curled so tightly that his knuckles turned white as his hips arched up the second that Apolo's face was safely far enough away and he came, hard, harder than he had in six months, crying out softly and grateful for the privacy, grateful that he didn't have to be silent. A violent shiver shuddered through him and his shaky hands loosened as his body started to relax back to normal. He looked totally blown away, a lazy smile growing on his face as he tipped his head up to look at Apolo, smile at him, not quite finding the coherency for words yet.
Gently milking the last drops out of JR, Apolo rubbed soothingly at his skinny hip, heart beating harder to see him so fucked-out, gorgeous and flushed. His goofy lopsided smile lit up Apolo inside, and he kissed JR's thigh, licked softly over the bruise he'd marked on JR's hip, gentle now when he hadn't been able to be, before. Apolo slipped off the bed and ducked into his bathroom to shuck his jeans and dampen a washcloth. He returned to clean JR up carefully, leaning in to kiss him, lingering. When he was done, he crawled in under the blankets on JR's other side, hiding and not admitting to himself that was what he was doing. He cuddled in close and kissed at JR's shoulder, flinging an arm around his middle, hauling him in. "God," he murmured against JR's neck. "I'm so glad you're home."
"Oh no you don't. You've been hiding your body from me since we got here, stop it," JR said, kind of flippant. Accusing him, but not making it a big deal, at the same time. He sat up and yanked the blankets off of Apolo - he was still too flushed to crawl under them with him, it was just too hot. He crawled back on top of Apolo, grinning at him and grabbing his hands to push them both back onto the bed. He took a moment to selfishly scan his eyes down Apolo's body and up again, humming contentedly in his throat. "So fucking hot," he mumbled softly. He leaned down, arms bending into ninety degree angles as he lowered himself in, kissing at Apolo's collar bone, nipping gently at the skin. He moved lower to his nipple sucking it carefully into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. And only a moment later, he was moving again. He had so much skin he wanted to cover. He kissed and kissed and kissed, reaching Apolo's tummy, still on the flatter side, just not as defined as it had once been. He nuzzled it softly, nosing just above his belly button and then nipping just below it with his teeth.
He hummed softly. "I think you need a matching hickey," he decided as he crawled just a little lower, attaching his lips to Apolo's hip and just kissing, licking at first. Moving slow, being a tease.
Apolo gasped and squirmed, equal parts turned on and uncomfortable. He knew JR was a stubborn bastard, and it wasn't like he ever really thought he'd win an argument like this with him. But it still annoyed Apolo, in some ways, that he couldn't hide like he wanted to, had to lay there half-naked in just his boxers, pinned to the bed and unable to stop JR from doing pretty much whatever he wanted. "JR," he murmured, voice kind of tight, and slid his fingers into the kid's hair because he wasn't sure what else to do, just wanted to feel connected to him, less like something under a magnifying glass. He closed his eyes and bit his lip and shivered, unsure in a way he'd never been before. It was a deeply disturbing feeling, not to know where he stood when he'd never wondered before. He hadn't expected to feel it this strongly, feel so...completely inadequate. It made him want to wriggle away and hide again.
JR hated this thing hanging between them, because he didn't know what to say, or how to push it aside. He could feel Apolo rebelling against him, in his voice and in the tautness of his body beneath JR's. This hatred that Apolo was harboring for himself was dark and ugly and disgusting and JR wanted to kill it but didn't know how to face something so deeply rooted in his boyfriend.
He sighed sadly, moving back up towards Apolo's face when his boyfriend never even started to relax under his kisses, just got more and more tense, more and more uncomfortable. JR could practically hear the unhappiness pumping in his veins. He touched Apolo's face wordlessly, his eyes dark and intense. He didn't know what to do, and he could tell that the selfish absorbing of his boyfriend's body, a body he wanted SO badly, was breaking them apart right now.
For several seconds, he just looked into Apolo's eyes, thinking of a million things to say and not saying any of them, because he was too afraid of making things worse. Because he knew Apolo wouldn't buy it, would accuse JR of 'just being nice.' And JR didn't know how else to make him understand that in JR's eyes, he'd never been more beautiful. More attractive. JR had never wanted him this much. He wanted him SO much.
He swallowed thickly, blinked, finally, reached up to push some hair out of Apolo's face, and then kissed him, really gently.
Apolo clutched at him, pulled him in so tight and close, kissing him like the world was ending, because he could see the sad-serious look JR had about him and knew that he'd blown it. He'd been hoping he could just wing his way through, pretend like it wasn't bothering him as much as it was, and that JR wouldn't have to see it at all. He didn't want JR to think it was that Apolo didn't want him, somehow, because nothing could be further from the truth, but there was just no way for him to fight the way this felt, like JR couldn't possibly seriously think that Apolo wasn't a disgrace. Surely to god he was thinking it, thinking, God, what's he done to himself...how revolting can a person be? And it was ridiculous, not the way Apolo usually thought, and if it had been someone besides JR he didn't think it would have been nearly so bad. But JR had known - and loved - Apolo at his best, had only known Apolo when he was in his perfected state, not as he had been, years ago. And on top of that, JR himself was so impressive, worked so hard and was so gorgeous. By comparison Apolo knew he could only look worse. And he couldn't stand it.
"I'm sorry," he bit out when he parted from JR for just a second to catch his breath. "It's my fault, it isn't you, okay?"
JR's heart broke in his chest, his eyes saddening, crinkling at the edges, his mouth curling into a frown. "Apolo, what are you t-...What are you sorry for?" It wasn't a legitimate question. He knew WHAT Apolo was sorry for, he just didn't want him to be. He leaned in and kissed Apolo's neck, easing himself down until he was flush on top of Apolo. His heart was racing and his head was a mess of emotions and tangled words as he tried to figure out how to make Apolo understand him AND believe him.
He was quiet for a long moment and finally he just said fuck you to the big ball of tension in his chest and spoke, and either Apolo would believe him or he wouldn't. "You've never been as fucking gorgeous as you are to me right now," he said softly. There was so much else he wanted to say, too, but those words were still untangling themselves in his head. He rested his head in the crook of Apolo's neck, kissing softly there. His hand rested on one of Apolo's hips again, giving it a possessive squeeze.
Apolo winced, pressing his eyes tight shut and cupping his hand at the back of JR's head, burying his fingers in his soft, thick hair. He hugged JR tightly, finally getting to hide a little in JR blanketed over him. He sighed. "You don't have to lie to me, JR. I know it's bad. It's...I don't have a good excuse."
JR just sighed, defeatedly. How did he make Apolo believe him when he was already so determined to believe otherwise. "I'm not lying," he said his voice edging on annoyed that Apolo didn't believe him. He shuffled, pressing his cock against Apolo's thigh. "I'm fucking hard as a rock. And I have been practically since the airport. And you... you're so fucking hot. You have no idea the things I want to do to you right now," he said softly. "You're the only person that thinks you have to weigh one forty to be hot. I think you're sexier like this. Way sexier." He nipped at Apolo's collar bone, growling very softly in his throat. "You're happier, and less stressed, and god, I want to just...." He let out a sigh, slowly, hips rutting up desperately into the muscle of Apolo's thigh.
A gasp caught in Apolo's throat to feel JR so hard, again, so fast. He dug his fingers into the small of JR's back, moving up against him instinctively, not even thinking about it. He still wanted to deny it, wanted to tell JR this couldn't really be what he wanted, that he would work hard to get back to the way he had been, but...JR just felt so good against him, and Apolo had never had the world's strongest willpower. (Obviously, the snide little voice in his head sneered, or you wouldn't be such a disgusting fatass right now.) He couldn't hold back forever, not when it had been months since he'd had JR in his bed, not when he was so glad to have him back. The competing desires, to fuck and to hide, sent a shiver through him that made him bury his face a little deeper into JR's shoulder. "I just don't want you to think...think I don't care, JR, it's nothing like that." He rolled his hips up again, groaning. "Oh, god. Wanted to be...better for you, when you got home, just. Ran out of time. But I missed you so bad."
JR was torn among the desires to smack Apolo for being such a girl, to smack Apolo for completely ignoring him, to kiss him and his worried face until neither could breath, and then, of course, to fuck him harder than he ever had before in his life.
He was gonna go with that last one. He found lube beneath Apolo's pillow, taking it with him as he crawled down the bed, taking Apolo into his mouth with no foreplay as he got lube on a couple of fingers quickly.
Apolo arched, groaning loud, shameless. He'd never had much shame to start with, and JR was always capable of making what little he had evaporate into thin air. He kind of wanted to do some more apologizing, some more self-flagellating, but he couldn't even begin to put two words together with JR's mouth on him like that. He balled his hands in the sheets next to his hips and barely kept his ass on the bed, fighting the urge to rut. "Oh! God, god, JR..."
That was more like it. Without any more warning than a hard suck on his cock, JR pushed two fingers deep into Apolo, then slowwwwly curled them as he pulled them out again only to fuck them right back in again without forgiveness. He wasn't afraid Apolo was going to break. He was going to make him fucking crazy.
He licked a long, slow stripe up Apolo's entire(ly impressive) length as his two fingers fucked in and out quickly, a third one slipping in as soon as JR trusted Apolo's body to take it.
There weren't any more coherent thoughts in Apolo's head anywhere; JR had sucked them all out through his cock. He couldn't be hesitant or afraid or unsure at all when he was struggling to remember not to fuck JR's mouth, not to come instantaneously the second JR worked a third finger inside. He'd missed this worst of all, missed the way JR just owned him. JR had never been tentative about this relationship or any part of it, not from day one, from the first time he owned up to wanting Apolo, and wanting into his pants. Apolo might like to steer, but JR was the motivation for this, all of this, and he loved being reminded how much JR really, truly wanted this. Despite everything he might think about himself, Apolo couldn't doubt that he did want it. And Apolo wanted it more than anything, so he wasn't going to fight it anymore.
JR loved this. When finally Apolo stopped caring about whatever it was worrying him at that particular moment and just let go. And it was even more important now, when he was feeling so vulnerable, that he let go, opened himself up to JR. And JR wasn't going to disappoint him. He was going to remind him that he was the fucking hottest person on the planet.
He moved quickly, pulling his fingers out of Apolo's ass and replacing them with his tongue, his hand replacing his mouth on Apolo's cock. He licked, fast and furious, as deep as he could get. He couldn't get close enough to Apolo, just couldn't get enough of him at all.
Nothing in the world would reduce Apolo to begging so fast, and JR knew it. He writhed, not knowing which direction to move and not wanting to move too violently in either direction. He felt like he was buzzing with sensation, all of it so good, and he moved one hand to JR's hair without even thinking about it, curling his fingers up in it. He made a strangled noise that tried to be, "So fuckin' good, JR," but probably didn't quite make it. He couldn't really hear past the rushing in his ears. He swallowed and forced his eyes open, made his mouth actually form the next words, carefully. "You gotta...fuck me now, kid, please."
JR really didn't need to be told twice. He shivered as he pulled away, grabbing the lube to coat his cock, which made him moan, loud and long and greedy. Despite having already gotten off once, he was achingly red and swollen. But he managed to tug his hand away, wiping it off on the wet rag still laying beside them, then grabbing Apolo's thighs, tugging him around until their bodies where perfectly lined up. He put his hand down on either side of Apolo's body, bending over him and looking down at him, eyes burning with want, lust.
He pushed inside quickly, not giving Apolo any more time to whine or beg, just pushing inside, getting his hand on Apolo's thigh to realign to a better suited angle (the new extra height difference would take a moment to get used to), before pulling out and thrusting in again, watching Apolo's face to judge his reactions.
Dragging in a hard, labored breath, Apolo held it until JR had settled into his rhythm and let it out in a groan perfectly echoing JR's from seconds before. He moved with JR, falling into a perfect counterpoint without any hesitation, like there had never been any break in their time together. He sighed softly, pressing his face against his pillow, feeling finally totally whole again. He'd been missing such an enormous part of himself since JR had been gone, and now he finally had it all back again, and it felt so, so indescribably good. He thought of nothing at all but "more, more, more" and he might even have been chanting it, blown apart by the way JR owned him, made his mind fuzz out to white noise, made Apolo think of nothing else but him.
"Love you, love you, love you," JR chanted right back at him as Apolo babbled mindlessly, making JR swell with pride at his own ability to take care of Apolo, despite Apolo's best attempts to push him away. "So fuckin good," he babbled himself, because it was. He hand a hand on each one of Apolo's hips, squeezing the soft lovehandles there as he pulled himself, pushed himself, deeper and deeper into Apolo, angling up into the spot he knew would make Apolo fall apart even more. His head was completely gone, not a thought left that wasn't entirely Apolo and how perfect this was, the two of them.
JR's hips would be bruised in the morning. He could tell that much already, could feel them burning with each press into the back of Apolo's thighs, Apolo's body actually angled up into him so JR could get as deep as possible. But the thought of those bruises just made him fuck even harder.
Apolo threw his free hand up and clung to one of the slats of his headboard, using it to push himself down against every one of JR's thrusts, his rhythm going erratic and shaky. He couldn't hold onto it, not as close as he had been already, not as hard as JR was working to make him crazy. He felt JR's fingers dig into his softened sides but couldn't hate the way it felt, to be grabbed onto, manhandled. He clamped his knees tight against JR's hips and groaned, voice breaking. "J...JR, oh my...god, touch me, please, I need...need...please come," he finally begged, breathless, needing that even more than he needed to come, himself. He wanted so much, too much, at once, but as long as JR didn't let him go, and for the love of god, didn't stop, then that would be enough, more than enough.
JR shifted quickly, strength and some small amount of grace letting him shift his balance to take Apolo in his hand without losing too much speed or force. This was mindblowingly good like this, and he wouldn't have been able to last much longer at that pace anyways, with Apolo so tight around him. But seeing him plead like that sent shocks through JR's body that centered in his cock and he let go, just let go the same way Apolo had let go for him and light fucking EXPLODED behind his eyes as orgasm just exploded through him. He thrust as long as he could, as much as he could keep up, but with his dick softening and SO sensitive, he gradually slowed to a stop and pulled out, fucked out and completely overstimulated, but hand still going furiously on Apolo.
He was already flying apart, anyway, arcing back and coming so hard he couldn't even breathe for what felt like a long time and was probably only four or five seconds. Apolo's fingers tightened in JR's hair and he just shook and held tight, trusting JR to see him through it, to not let him go. He sank back to the bed, breathing hard and aching like he hadn't ached in ages, in a way he'd missed so much. He just lay there, exhausted, spent, still trembling, and tried to catch his breath enough to open his eyes and blink at JR, bring him into focus, say thank you somehow that did not involve actual words because, honestly, Apolo thought he might never be able to form sentences again.
JR shuffled forward as soon as Apolo started to come, his hand coming up to his adorably young looking face as he looked down at him, loving him with his whole heart and petting his cheek with his thumb. He didn't kiss him, just too breathless still from coming so hard, but he kept their faces close, feeling Apolo's breath on his face, both of them shivering hard against each other as their bodies went to heaven and back again. But when Apolo sat up to kiss him, JR was right there to meet his lips, hand slipping back to grip his neck instead of his face so he could kiss him, slow and lazy.
Apolo slid his hand up JR's back, pulling him closer, breathing against him and just kind of reveling in the feeling of having him so near, again. He couldn't manage any words for several long seconds more, til his heart stopped hammering up against his ribcage and he could drop his head back to the pillow and just stare up JR, touch his face, smile at him lopsidedly. "I missed that most, I think," he murmured, half serious, half teasing, trailing his fingers down JR's youth-smooth face. He settled down, wriggling a little lower in the bed so that he was more completely under JR, soaking in his body heat. "I just missed you."
JR smiled, sweet and winning and completely unrestrained. "I missed you too," he gushed, too sex sated to try to play it cool. He just loved this guy with all his heart and had missed him with every fiber of his being. He kissed him again, long and needy and desperate. "I've missed you too. So much. I'm so glad to be home."
He sat up, just a bit, grabbing the rag from beside them to wipe Apolo's chest clean carefully and then just kind of collapse on top of him, arms too tired to hold his weight any more. He inched one hand under Apolo to rest flat under his back. His head curled onto Apolo's shoulder, and the other hand rested on the smooth curve of Apolo's hip, like that spot had been MADE for JR's hand. "I love you," he whispered, quietly, once he was settled, warm and content.
To his credit, Apolo only squirmed a little bit when JR rested his hand on his hip, too tired and too incandescently happy to be more bothered by it than just to purse his mouth a little. He turned his face into JR's hair and sighed softly, liking the way it rustled his hair against his nose. "I love you too, kiddo," he murmured affectionately. "Thanks. So much."
JR was quiet for several long minutes, listening to Apolo's pulse beneath his ear and just hugging him close. But a smile grew on his face after just a few minutes. "So, old man, you better be prepared to be kept up all night. Should I go put on a pot of coffee?" he teased lightly, hand rubbing up Apolo's side affectionately, stopping at his ribs before moving down again to the spot his hand so liked to claim.
"Ha ha," Apolo said dryly, tightening his arms around JR's waist and giving him a good-natured glare. "I'm experienced, kid, not old. And you and I both know that caffeine's just as likely to put me to sleep. Your mouth's a better stimulant." He leered a little at JR, his hand sliding down his side to rest over JR's, squeeze it a little. When he spoke again, his voice was smaller, and he couldn't meet JR's eyes. "It has to bother you a little. Doesn't it?"
JR blinked a little at the abrupt topic change, but he tipped his head up to Apolo, then tucked it back into place, smiling a little and rubbing his fingers over Apolo's skin. "I told you. I like you like this. I like it a lot," he admitted, pressing himself even impossibly closer to Apolo's body, humming. "You've never been sexier to me."
Apolo let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding and nodded, letting the last shreds of tension flutter out of him. "Why?" he asked, his tone nothing but curious, now. He was in the mood to accept JR's professed affinity at face value, but that didn't mean it made any sense to him.
JR hummed softly, trying to figure it out in a way he could explain in words. "This is the way your body is supposed to be," he said softly. "The way you look when you go for a jog every morning, instead of running yourself ragged hours a day every day. It just..." He shrugged. "I mean, I'm not saying that I didn't like the way you looked before. You've always been so sexy, but now, to me, you look like...all of your pieces fit together a little better. More symmetrical, instead of scary skinny on top and total power house in your legs." He kissed at the center of Apolo's chest. "And I like the way you feel in my arms. More real, somehow, even though I know that doesn't really make sense, rationally. It's just a feeling I guess."
Apolo relaxed more with every word he said, finally finding that he'd started combing his fingers through JR's hair absently, soothing himself, probably, more than JR. He felt comfortable like he hadn't felt in weeks, all his worry finally bled out of him, no longer afraid of what JR would say or think. "I'm...thanks," he said quietly, kissing the top of JR's head. "As long as you just keep feeling that, I think I'll be okay. And for the record, I'm not just planning to let myself go. Now I'm home again I can actually get to the gym everyday. And no matter how out of shape I am right now, I am always ready for you to keep me up all night." He grinned. "Bring it on."
JR laughed softly. "I'm hardly worried, Apolo. You go nuts after 10 hours without sweating, even if it's just to stretch out and jump around in place." He smiled and kissed Apolo's head. "I think you hold yourself to much too high expectations. You're RETIRED. No one is going to ask you to skate 5000 meters in the morning. I think you look amazing and I'm VERY glad you're willing to be kept up all night." He grinned, wide. "Cuz I'm ready to go again whenever you are," he hummed lowly, pressing his hips forward playfully.
Groaning playfully, Apolo huffed a laugh at JR and rolled him neatly, settling with his thigh between JR's and moving against him teasingly. "Are you kidding?" he asked, nibbling at JR's neck. "I am always ready."