Inspired by the bold ‘Heated Rivalry” series but not similar, this story of love, passion and manipulation takes place in a fiercely competitive figure skating world between two rivals. Cami has a mountain to climb, Niko is at the top trying to hold on, his actions a weight bearing him down. Do read Chapters 1 to 3 to get the full score first.
Jump, Spin, Step and Fly
I connected with Rupert easily, he was in his early twenties now, still a phenomenal skater winning many lesser competitions. Through his own admission, he said he did not have that ruthless lack of fear to push boundaries and he had been injured badly in the attempt. He wanted to be part of a champion’s journey, he believed I was the one.
I just laughed, but he ruffled my hair and told me to wait and see what Bambi had in mind.
I did not want any secrets, the burden of deception would bind my legs on the ice. At the hotel, I sat with him and Bambi at supper in a quiet corner. I told Rupert that I had seen him with Niko, I knew what Niko had said to him, what he had done to me. Oddly Rupert smiled.
Then I told him what I had done in the office, but I had not expected to see him with Coach. Rupert was stunned. He stared at Bambi then laughed. I was gobsmacked.
He took my hand and told me that the stuff with Niko was just drunk sex and horny talking. He knew Niko wanted to be with just one person that night but it was not legal. So he obliged. Niko was hot and fuckable.
In the end, Rupert reminded me, it was love on Niko’s mind not just lust when he called my name out and that he had seen me watching and that was really hot. Maybe I picked up some tips.
Then he turned to the office incident. He said that he knew it was me, Bambi had told him I was there and he had come to stop Niko but it was too late. He wanted me to see what a love fuck looked like, to make me feel that intimacy was not just sex but love connected physically. Having a voyeur was so hot he said, as he explained that while Coach had taught Niko a lesson, he and Coach had been partners now for two years. It was just difficult to make it public, and they had become soulmates despite the age gap.
I asked if Coach knew, and he said yes, adding that he had admired my spunk for risking it all by fighting back. I apologised, showed him my recording, he took a copy, then I deleted it from my phone. He was chuffed to have it. I may lend you Coach one day, he said, as all of us burst out laughing.
My routine for the audition was set to the haunting, serenely beautiful music Interstellar and if I won the short program would be to the soundtrack 503 to Angels & Demons and my free skate to the theme from Love Story by Andy Williams.
(Readers do listen to these tracks)
Bambi and Rupert set the sequence of moves, and in his arms as he held my waist he danced with me for hours, pushing, pushing my limits, then he let me go. So that I danced by myself, Rupert had embedded flowing grace within my body, and I felt I flowed like water on the ice.
Niko still kept calling and leaving messages, and finally one morning with Rupert and Bambi in the small two-bedroom apartment Rupert and I shared, I called him back. He was so happy to hear my voice and asked how I was doing, what I was doing, he talked so fast, wished I was there ‘to support him’, just before I could say a word, Bambi stepped in.
She said that I was training, that I was making a good recovery from the way he had treated me, and I had taken a mental battering which included Niko’s chat with my coach and his underhand tactics in trying to stab his closest friend in the back yet again. Then she asked him to leave me alone politely, that Rupert was looking after me really well and that it was best that he did not contact me until after the competition. Winking at me, she stressed the point, ‘If he is still at MAI’ and if I still wanted to see him. I then softly added that he should work on his competition now and I would be just fine.
Then he added in his usual unthinking charismatic way that he loved me, missed me every day, but he wanted to win for both of us. But I stopped him and said that I would always love him but if he was to win, he knew and I now knew it was just for himself, and that he had to be honest with his intentions just as he could have been when he went to see Coach and had me removed.
There was a quiet moment, and I just added that he should do as Bambi asked and said goodbye. Rupert held me close and told me that grace was not just the way I moved, it was who I was. But at that moment I closed my eyes and wished it was Niko, his loving embrace, his body close to mine and just his touch pierced my soul, how I wished it was the two of us hand in hand taking on the heat and deception that scarred our souls. I still dreamed of that day when he would take me as his, a gift I saved just for him despite it all.
Niko had arrived in Prague. Nikolai Rustov and Armin Zimmerman had arrived, their reputations preceded them, two hot sexy studs. At the age of 18, the adult world of light and darkness opened like an oyster, it was giddy, Niko was handsome, always surrounded wherever he went. His team chaperoned their wards, excess would not be allowed. Here at a cocktail party, hosted by a sponsor, he sipped non-alcoholic drinks and was feted and in his element.
After his debauched fucking with Rupert and being a slut for Coach, he decided to save himself for his only true love Camille Carson, the midnight hour on the last night of the Championships would be his birthday and he would celebrate his win by taking Cami’s cherry as soon as he saw him again, making the world all right again for NikoCami. Then he thought of Cami’s last words to be honest with himself and his eyes wandered.
He saw Bel Ami lookalikes, one with his arm draped around Armin’s waist. Armin had come out and was open about his sexuality, Niko was still not ready, not without his love by his side. He looked around and saw beautifully sculpted boys, pretty sure here to service guests as sluts. He could not bear to be with a slut. Then he saw him.
For just a moment he thought it was Cami, that floppy dark hair, beautiful Gallic face, his slight figure that was lost in Niko’s arms. He wore black trousers and a matching waistcoat, then he turned fully carrying a tray with drinks, caught Niko’s gaze and smiled softly, just like Cami. He approached Niko and offered a drink. Niko leaned in and told him to get one drink and meet him in 5 minutes right where they were.
Niko went out of the room, saw an anteroom, which was a walk-in room for coats. Empty and lockable. He stepped out and picked up a small bowl of olives headed back to the spot.
The waiter returned and Niko told him where to step out, picking up the drink and replacing it with the bowl of olives. He gave the waiter a few minutes then joined him, taking his arm they marched into the anteroom.
Niko locked the door, wrapped the boy in his body, one arm on his ass, the other on his head as he hungrily ate into his mouth. The boy did not resist, he gave in as Niko’s lust took over, his cock strained in his pants, he was horny, he was on heat like a feral wild animal.
He swung him around, undid his own pants as his cock sprang free. Then he roughly yanked down the waiter's pants exposing his inviting ass, pure and unblemished with his pink hole barely winking.
Niko stuck his hand in the olive bowl and bathed his erect red-hot poker with oil, putting more on the crack and in the tight pink entrance he was about to bust wide open. Niko pressed his back, bending him down, using his muscled legs to kick the waiter's legs apart roughly.
The twink winced, fearful yet excited at this risky encounter, he was horny for this hot stud, he did these party gigs just to get tucked senseless by the Bel Ami crew later in an after-party orgy, this fuck was a massive bonus, he loved it big and rough.
Niko put one hand around his mouth, the other pressed his back down, pinning his twink who arched his ass up to meet its wrecker willingly. Niko’s cock breached the rectum, it was tight, he rubbed more oil on his cock, pressed the twink down harder as he pushed, at the same time pulling his chin up. His back was now arched back strained to the limit as he winced and groaned as Niko’s shaft stretched his pussy walls.
Niko took a small step back, leaned back and with his powerful hips rammed and slammed hard into his ass. He pulled him up to his chest, quickly pushed him up against the wall, leaned hard still with his hand clamped hard on his mouth and fucked the twink to oblivion, the heady mix of destruction and lust captured both boys trapped in a haze of ecstasy, the twink shot his spunk, as Niko worked his cock, then with a deep guttural howl filled that pussy, he slammed hard and spurt to lidge his spunk in his deepest depths.
They remained frozen, just caught in a haze, but then heard voices outside and quickly dressed, the waiter shoved a napkin into his crack, his pussy just dripping. They left quietly in turn, but not before Niko stood there all alone elated yet felt a sharp pang of guilt. Once again he had broken a bond with his only true love, he wiped a tear then walked out of the room and the party.
I was hard at work, the trial would be a free skate program but to the timing of a short program skating to the graceful composition Interstellar, it absorbed my mind, it took over my body, I moved as though I was intertwined with Niko, making love in a heavenly aura.
I was up against 3 others, and the youngest. Mick Chara whose sheer athleticism drove the highest jump, the lean and tall handsome blonde Mick Jagger ringer August Capet, and then the firm compact and bubble butt Jack Horner all brought a touch of brilliance. The trial would be in Montreal.
The week of the trials arrived, and Coach had arrived that morning and would be staying a couple of days. I could see that Rupert was bouncing and I teased him to no end.
As the four of us warmed up our routines on the ice, we were asked one by one into a room and apparently ‘mock’ tested for drugs that would disqualify us from a competition.
Cocky confident Chara went first, his leaps were stunning, and all 6 requirements were completed perfectly.
Next was Jack, he again was on a ride, covering the rink perfectly, but at the last routine slighty lost his footing but recovered so well. He looked disconcerted when he came off but August went up hugged and kissed him on his head.
(Readers: do play Hans Zimmer's Interstellar here)
I stood still on the ice, in my head I lay with Niko, his hands ran down my body, my arms opened and floated on the ice as he took control, I flexed my pussy hole and opened it for the aura of ecstacy as I glided across the surface eyes closed, head thrown back, back arched, as his fingers breached my hole, I flew into a triple axel jump landing perfectly, he touched my prostrate, it sent me leaping into my second, a perfect triple jump.
I rode the near orgasmic flight, my body swaying gracefully, my arms and hands writhing harmoniously in a sequence of passion, but as he entered my ring and filled my wanting hole, a shocking quadruple and a triple was his cock driving my body to new heights. And finally, as he fucked spin after spin which reflected my mind caught in lust, finally I came, as he ejected deep my quivering body ablaze as I entered the step sequence, floating to the ground on my back to a stop, legs askew and completely fucked.
A dramatic silence followed, then the loudest cheer as I stepped out of my trance, felt a wet patch in my jocks, my 2min 40 secs short program was done, never had I felt both physically and mentally drained and had not realised I had included a quadruple jump, an unexpected first.
Bambi and Rupert were elated hugging me close, he even kissed my mouth and said it was so hot so sexy, incredible and unforgettable.
The judges came down to see us, Chara was not present, we were advised that the drug test was not a mock but real, hence we were the only qualifying competitors. The lanky tall and beautiful soul August held Jack’s hand and took mine too.
We were each given a judgment of our performance and at the end, Coach said that when I go to Prague to remember that some judges are quite conservative, and perhaps not drive everyone hot under the collar at just 17. I was stunned, but they all laughed, August lifted me high off the ground, and Bambi invited both to Prague to help me train for the big day. I still had that wet patch.
I texted Niko, saying no more than thank you for being you and that I loved him. And he texted back saying he missed me so much, he loved me too.
Strange, I thought, that even with the worst of actions, true love permeates our souls and never truly leaves us.
I headed to the showers, incredibly sweaty, cum in my pants, as I walked in the mist of the open showers, deep sounds and sighs grew louder as I approached, August faced the wall, his knees bent, his glutes contracted and extended, his golden body glistening, in between two shorter tight muscled legs straining to touch the ground as August drove his cock deep, one hand on the wall the other around Jack’s neck as he fucked him senseless, growling and grunting, the water cascading on top of them. I was a brutal fuck.
I watched, mesmerised by the sheer performance of both men, taking and giving it all. They came hard together, Jack turned and leapt around his waist as they kissed passionately. He caught my eye, came off and laughed, with Jack saying I hoped I enjoyed the show. And August said it was my fault he was so horny as I had made them wanna fuck hard after watching my show.
I just smiled, so sexed up, still a virgin and heading to Prague to take part in the World Championships and to bring in my 18th like no other
(Part 5 - The Final Spin to follow).
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