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2010 WINTER OLYMPIC GAMES KINK MEME

Welcome to all winter athletes! This Winter Games is screaming for fic. Lots and lots of fic. So let's give them what they want! The set up is easy! Just (anonymously) post your favorite pairing, threesome, groupsome, etc., and a kink. All prompts are welcome, not just the kinky ones. If someone is interested,

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[anonymous]

I'll take this one!

FILLED part 1

[anonymous]

Evan Lysacek was pretty sure he was going crazy. He had just had the most insane, surreal, momentous event of his life-A FUCKING GOLD MEDAL-and instead of being able to enjoy the interviews, the attention, the pay off for all of his work, the culmination of his branding, all could think about was Johnny fucking Weir. And fucking Johnny Weir. Both. Whatever. One minute, he was standing on the podium-THE TOP OF THE PODIUM-waving at the crowd, enjoying the weight around his neck, the weight of glory, and then, like every other Olympian, he held it to his lips and kissed it. As he let it settle against his chest, he licked his lips

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[anonymous]

He’s pretty sure it’s not a poison. It might be a drug. Apolo has been drug tested for most of his life, so he really isn’t sure what the effects of different drugs are, but he’s never really heard of something like this, so maybe drugs are ruled out too. That still doesn’t explain what has happened to him, or what to do, or who to talk to. His father is out-how could anyone possibly go to their own father and say they think they’ve been given some foreign substance that has sent him into an uncontrollable and growing lust-craze? He would usually talk to JR. In this case, he’s pretty sure that’s probably not a good idea

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[anonymous]

Evan had barely slept in three days. With the pre-performance endorphins and adrenaline, he hadn’t slept much in the preceding week. The only rest he got, weirdly enough, was in the shower. Naked, with hot water and soap running down his body, he could just be alone and himself and try to figure out this problem. Even alone in his own room, he wasn’t really himself. The clothes in his luggage had been picked out for him, bearing the logos of his sponsors, picked out to go with his image. He had drawn the line at letting his agent pick his shampoo and body wash, although she had argued that a sponsorship from Old Spice could be the linchpin of his longterm success as a marketable product, the relatable man’s man figure skater. But Evan had refused to pursue it, wanting to have something of his own, even if it was just soap

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[anonymous]

So here, in the shower, with nothing but his body and his soap he could think about what he, Evan, was going to do about this insane Johnny Weir obsession. He leaned his head against the shower wall. He was getting used to thinking on top of the constant barrage of Johnny in his head, but it was also wearing him down. He still couldn’t figure it out, and he had told no one. Any easy decision, he didn’t have anyone to tell. He didn’t have friends, he had a coach, handlers, a publicist, an agent, a personal trainer, a nutritionist, someone to see to every aspect of his life but no one he really talked to about his personal feelings. Usually because he kept to himself, preferring to think things over while running or doing yoga, carefully consider how to proceed in one area or another, come to decisions and then give them to people

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[anonymous]

Apolo had nerves of steel. He never lost his cool. He yawned at competitions to psych other competitors out. He mastered mindgames, never let anyone fuck with his concentration. And he was shaking standing outside JR Celski’s door. He was Apolo Anton fucking Ohno, this kid was his friend, his confidante, his cheerful, sweet, tough JR, and he knew JR loved him, but this was just too fucking weird, and although he was attracted, and he was pretty sure JR still had a touch of a starstruck crush, they had never been intimate like Apolo’s feverish brain was imagining now, he had never seen JR’s eyes roll back in pleasure, had never tasted his skin or even touched his scar, had never licked every speck of ink on his chest, laving the nipple mixed in with tenderness, had never searched out his prostate with questing fingers or cock the way he wanted to with every fiber of his being this second

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[anonymous]

“I just was making breakfast, want anything? Poached eggs? Juice?” JR asked, trying to be normal, figure out what was going on

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[anonymous]

NOOOO MUST READ ALLLLL SO GOOD AHHHHHH KEEP GOING

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[anonymous]

oh my god this is perfect...funny and hot and just made of pure awesomeness.

so excited for more!

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[anonymous]

Keep going this is brilliant! I loved the part with Evan only having his soap to call his own. Poor bb. ♥

FILLED part 7

[anonymous]

Knocking at the door of another condo, Evan couldn’t decide which would be worse-Johnny answering the door, Tanith answering the door, or no one answering the door. Neither would be happy to see him, and no one being there wouldn’t help him. God he was selfish. Imposing his presence on the two people in the Village who REALLY wouldn’t want to see him because he couldn’t handle the thought of handling this alone. The door opened, and it was Tanith. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously

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[anonymous]

Evan might not be a genius but he wasn’t stupid either. “You’re lying. He’s here, isn’t he

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[anonymous]

haha, I KNEW I had picked an outfit for Johnny, then forgot, and put him in something completely different. Yay for no editing.

FILLED part 9

[anonymous]

Finally Johnny spoke, “Tanith said you came to see me, you’ve seen me, and if you came to talk to me, you should talk because otherwise, I’m going back to drafting my press statement and you should go back to being an American fucking hero

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[anonymous]

“Well, why don’t you sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable.” Johnny replied, seemingly unfazed by Evan’s stuttering declaration and obvious discomfort. He turned towards the living room, then went past it to the kitchen, his lithe gait drawing Evan’s eye down to his ass as he followed. Evan sat on the couch. There was a Vogue on the coffee table and he picked it up as Johnny went in the other room, trying to get his hands to stop trembling. Johnny reappeared with two bright red drinks as Evan flipped it open

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[anonymous]

He took a sip (how did Johnny drink this? It was gross…and Evan should know, he drank wheatgrass and protein) and quickly put the glass back, before wiping his palms firmly against his thighs, taking a deep breath and beginning, “Um. Something was wrong with my medal. I don’t know what, but I kissed it and something happened to me, and I know this is going to sound, like, totally freaky but from that moment you are the only thing I can think about.” He paused, looking Johnny square in the eye, and leaning forward with his forearms on his knees and hands clasped. “I don’t know what you think about me, okay, I know you probably don’t think about me all that much and it probably isn’t good whatever you think, but my point is I don’t usually think about you either. I mean, I think about you to wonder what your program will be like or whatever, but I don’t think about you as a person, I don’t wonder about your day or whether I’ll see you or what you look like when you come-“ Evan cut himself off, horrified that he had let that slip.