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2010 Winter Games Kink Meme
Part 2

I never really expected this to take off so well, let alone end up with 4000+ comments. Now it's time for part 2!
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1. We are all here to have a little fun. Am I right? 

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[anonymous]

Apolo/JR

wall sex - apolo and jr have been careful around each other for quite some time, until something triggers inside of apolo and pent up sexual frustration leads to spontaneous rough and needy sex up against the wall.

[anonymous]

unf yes

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[anonymous]

(HI OP so this is like, one part rough needy sex to way too many parts emotions, but this entire thing WAS inspired by your prompt? idk I got super carried away with the "being careful around each other" bit. And then I wrote 5000 words of fic, and felt bad if I didn't post it, so um. This should probably still be open for people to fill, but hopefully you will also like this!)

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i'm the man who loves youIt happens slowly, is the thing. It happens so slowly that neither of them see it at all, and then suddenly, it's all happened at once

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[anonymous]

<3_<3

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[anonymous]

What Apolo thinks about in bed: the pillow is too warm. Girls he could fuck. He accidentally left the light on in the bathroom. Is he pushing himself hard enough at practice? Girls, again.

Celski is barely an afterthought, the first night he creeps in, a passing wonder, what's up with him? He doesn't talk at me like he used to.

The next night: What if I tried talking to him?Two weeks later, Apolo knows these things: JR likes to run things in the same control-freak way he does. He hates blueberries. He's good with kids but bad with dogs. He wants a thousand tattoos, to be covered in symbols, in a map of himself. He doesn't believe in himself as much as he thinks he's supposed to, but he does more than most kids his age

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[anonymous]

On JR's eighteenth birthday, he lies down in a tattoo parlor with his hand clenched around itself, cutting white crescents into his palm. He feels like a huge pussy, but he grits his teeth and tightens his fist, and afterwards it's worth it. He's bandaged, a square foot over his chest, beaming like an idiot. It feels logical to text Apolo - he wants someone to know, wants Apolo to know that he's tough: i'm bleeding for my heritage now. pretty hardcore huh?

u tool. cant talk now, call me later n tell me bout it

That night JR calls him lying down in bed, perfectly still on his back, and whispers so his mother won't hear. About the pain, the buzz of the needle gun, the way his skin is raised up now and hypersensitive. He runs his fingertips over his chest. He makes a joke in a rush of quiet, breathless laughter: "hey, I'm legal now, how about that?" Doesn't add and I'm touching myself, knowing it's perverse and weird, why did he think of that? It's not a funny joke. It's not funny at all

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[dreamweaver987]

He wants to lace his fingers through the word and dig his teeth in.

I. love. this. fill. Your writing is phenomenal, anon. I love this story and everything about it! Well done.

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[anonymous]

JR is past eighteen and his ink has settled into a deep charcoal gray. Lines always blur after enough time. Sometimes when he talks to Apolo at night they don't even talk at all, just lie there breathing together, thinking. Sometimes JR breaks the silence: tell me what. Sometimes he doesn't, and tries to guess the patterns of breath, what inhale means what heartbeat means -

Apolo, for his part, alternates between rubbing his hand over the low edge of his stomach and digging his nails into his thighs. One means I want to. One means I'll scar myself first.One night they go out for a drive, aimless, JR's parents have had one of their rare serious arguments and he can't stand to be in the house with its still, cold air. Apolo feels like a superhero, pulling up in his black car with the tinted windows to sweep JR away. The road rolls out behind them for miles. JR says, "Everything is all blurry. I forgot to put my glasses on

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[anonymous]

They're on another midnight drive. There's an all-night diner, a gas station, an expanse of suburbia, then a park. "Here," JR says

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[anonymous]

Against the old, chalk-dusted brick, JR is glowing gold in the streetlight, hands still above his head. He looks bound there. His cheeks are flushed and he's breathing heavy, pissed off, but underneath it something else is coming up to the surface. "That's it, Apolo? Really?" Apolo nods once, not taking his eyes away. "So how about you tell me what you don't want, then."

Silence.

"Go ahead. Please."

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The moment hangs still.

And JR just stands there, smirking, smirking at him, like. Yeah. Like he's such a fucking bigshot, like he's so grown-up, like he's winning and he deserves whatever the prize is. And you know what? Apolo just - he snaps. Goes somewhere else. Fine, he thinks. Fine. You want me so bad, you can fucking have me.Then he's back on him, their mouths slamming together so hard that JR's skull gets knocked into the brick, Apolo's hands fisted into his hair tight enough to pull strands out

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[anonymous]

This resolute belief lasts approximately four hours. For the next three days and eighteen hours, though, he's fucking miserable. Driving-around-all-night-alone miserable; listening-to-Yankee-Hotel-Foxtrot miserable. He's mumbling to himself: this is not a joke so please stop smiling. And later, even softer, a sigh of a whisper: you can come by anytime you want.

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For his part, if he knew the songs, Apolo would be singing: cheer up, honey I hope you can,

there is something wrong with me.Fortunately for both of them, melodrama never has quite as strong an influence over outsiders. Yuki catches JR after practice: "You're coming over for dinner tonight

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[anonymous]

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And so:

Apolo motions to the CD player and JR, of course, plugs in his iPod instead. Puts on Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (of course) and tips his head against the cool glass.

They drive silent through three songs. By the fourth JR is sitting up straight again.

Fifth track, Apolo's driving one-handed so he can lace his fingers through JR's.

In the aching ambience of the sixth, JR is whispering, so sorry, and Apolo is muttering back, only ever wanted to make sure you were safe,, and JR's laughing then, shaking his head, saying, "You goddamn idiot, you total douchebag, honestly - "

"What the hell? Seriously - "

Still laughing, dying down to a brilliant, beaming smile: "Like you're not the person I feel safest around in the whole world." Apolo raises one eyebrow, a trick JR's never been able to master. He just keeps smiling back anyway. "I trust you, you asshole. Can you trust me back on that, at least

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[anonymous]

Oh...my god. I think I'm in love with you.

This is just fucking brilliant. The set up and the tension and the amount of emotion you squeezed out of every paragraph was amazing. I want to crawl inside this fic and never come out again. I always want you to write a million more words of JR/Apolo because, damn, you have got it down.

Seriously, so good. I want MORE FROM YOU.

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[anonymous]

OH MY GOD. APOLO/JR AND YANKEE HOTEL FOXTROT.

ILU, ANON.

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[anonymous]

Awwww. This is great. So lyrical and lovely and sweet.

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[anonymous]

Oh god, that was beautiful.