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Seventeen Days of Gold Chapter 11 - Part 2 Relieved, we made it out of there as fast as we could, back to the hotel. Entering our respective rooms first, I opened the door between our suites. Although I knew damn well I should be listening to my head and following the script I laid out at the press conference, I was tired of denying myself and doing what was supposedly right. Since letting go last night, I wanted him even more than I did before. And every glance from his smoldering eyes told me he wanted the same. How could I deny him? Sauntering toward him; our eyes transfixed on one another, both of us fully intent on continuing where we left off; I pulled him to me by his waistband. “So, what’s the deal with all these ‘girls back home’?” I purred. Apolo grinned mischievously. “Why? Are you jealous?” “No.” I lied. “I think you are.” “Think again. Besides, who needs all those girls, when you’ve got me?” I pressed myself against him and swirled my hips. “They are terribly outmatched.” “So you’d fight for me?” He said teasingly, as he ran his hands over my ass. “Anything for my ‘little brother’.” “Ugh, that just creeps me out!” I laughed. “Have you ever seen the movie, A Fish Called Wanda?” “I think so.” “Well, as Jamie Lee said to Kevin Kline: ‘Even if you were my brother, I’d still wanna fuck you’.” “That is just so wrong.” “But it turns you on anyway, doesn’t it?” “What do you think?” He replied, and kissed me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth. I brought my knee up against his hip, and he held it there, both of us grinding together. “Why don’t we move this to the bed?” I suggested, pulling away from his mouth briefly. “I really should get ready for practice.” Not that he was making any moves to do so. “Oh, now I’m the one getting denied?” I said in between kisses I planted down his neck. “No…I just…mmmm…” He mumbled, obviously distracted now that I was nibbling on his ear. I trailed my lips back to his and then stopped. “Maybe you’re right.” I announced suddenly. “We should cool this off before it gets too far. After all, you are here to skate.” He looked at me as if in shock. I just smiled. “I don’t think so.” He said, grabbing me around the waist and tossing me on the bed. We laughed as he jumped on top of me and I pretended to fight off his advances. Our playful session was quickly interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door. “Shit!” We said in unison, and scrambled off of one another. “Act casual.” I instructed, and dashed back to my room. I kicked Apolo’s clothes underneath my bed as best I could, and attempted to catch my breath quickly. I peered though the peephole and saw that it was Rusty, then opened the door, smiling nonchalantly. “Hey, Russ, how’s it goin?” I said in my most casual manner. “Fine, I um…are you OK? You look a bit flushed.” “Oh I uh, just had a coughing fit.” I fanned myself. “Kinda gave me a head rush there. What brings you by?” “We need to get to practice. They moved it up so they could squeeze in the quals.” “Oh, OK. Here, “I gestured toward Apolo’s room, “why don’t you go talk to Apolo while I change my bandages.” Rusty glanced at my bed as he walked by, covers bunched up and askew. “You’re quite the violent sleeper, eh?” “Um yeah…” Just then, Apolo came out of his bathroom and saved me from further explanation. “What’s up, Rusty?” Rusty looked at me strangely for a moment, shrugged, then spoke to Apolo. “We gotta head down to the ice, man. They bumped up practice for quals. You know you actually never did qualify.” Apolo absently rubbed his soul-patch, a move I found too sexy to tolerate at the moment and I turned away before Rusty noticed anything else out of sorts with me. “I guess I didn’t. That night’s still kind of a blur.” I heard Apolo admit as I sat down on my bed with the gauze and tape supplied from the hospital. I think they gave me enough gauze for the rest of the year, I thought, as I looked at the stack of pads in a plastic baggie. I eventually found my hand through all the wrappings, the last couple layers sticking a bit. No sooner did the air hit my skin than I felt nauseous. The room began to spin and I flopped backward on the bed. Apolo and Rusty suddenly stopped talking. "Mica? Are you OK?" Apolo asked as they both rushed to my side. Ah, my gallant knights, here to save me from myself. I began to remember a similar feeling when I dealt with the gunshot wound in my leg and tried not to move or talk much, waiting for the sensation to go away. Rusty placed his hand on my forehead and then my cheek, checking my temperature. "I'm OK, guys, really." I fanned them off. "This is just the first time I took off the bandages and it hurt more than I expected. It'll go away." I covered my mouth with my right hand as a burp came up. "I'll get you some water." Rusty said and headed for the bathroom. "Can I see your hand?" Apolo asked, reaching for my left arm. I jerked it away. "No, you don't need to see it." I didn't think he would be sickened like I was, but I didn't want him to feel any guilt over this. It wasn't his fault, but I could tell from the look on his face that he felt responsible for the pain I was in. "Why not? I'm not going to get grossed out, I promise." "I know, but...I just don't want you to see it. OK?" Rusty returned, stopping any further argument, and they both helped me sit back up so I could take a drink. The swirling in my head and stomach started to taper off. I told the two of them to stop fussing so much, although I secretly liked the attention, and they left me to my own devices, as I asked. Apolo gave me a concerned glance as they went back to his room and I began cleaning and rewrapping my injured hand--my new 'souvenir' of the winter Olympics. Chapter 11, pt. 3 Back to Chapter 11, pt. 1 Return to Home Copyright material TMS2006   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)