Quick Flicks

It was the night before the closing ceremony of the Sochi Olympics. I stood outside of the apartment my brother and his teammates were staying in within the olympic village, which took over an expanse of area within the city. People were walking all over, the air buzzing with the voices of athletes and tourists alike. I shivered as snowflakes touched down on my face, rubbing my arms and shifting from foot-to-foot while waiting for my usually punctual brother.

"Sarah! Come inside!" I whipped around, seeing my brother standing in the doorway in a towel and a worried expression on his face.

"Ugh, Sid. Put some clothes on." I covered my eyes and shuffled inside, shaking the snow off and kicking my boots to the side.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you for a while." I looked at him confused, still averting my gaze from his essentially naked body and shedding my coat.

"What are you talking about? You said get here at 8:30. It's", I looked at my watch. "8:30, on the dot!" Sid walked over, thankfully wearing a shirt now, and grabbed my wrist, peering at the watch and removing it from my wrist. He chuckled and fiddled with it in his hands.

"Sarah, almost two weeks in Sochi and you still don't have your watch set to the right time zone." I gasped, about to defend myself. "Hey, at least this time you're only an hour early instead of five."

"Are you kidding me?" I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head. I hadn't grasped the being in a foreign country thing yet. Sid ran into the other room and returned quickly, wearing jeans that complimented his gray t-shirt nicely. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"What are you wearing?" I looked down, examining my outfit. I had chosen dark skinny jeans, brown riding boots, which were kicked to the side, and a black v-neck sweater. I didn't think I looked odd, and couldn't figure out what Sid was noticing either. He threw me a scarf from the coat rack and it clicked. I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room.

"You're gonna have to let me grow up someday, Sid. I am twenty-two, after all." The v-neck sweater was quite revealing, and the pushup bra that made my already perky boobs even perkier was certainly attention-grabbing. Sid was an extremely protective older brother, which I appreciated sometimes and abhorred at others. He was just going to have to accept the fact that I planned to enjoy myself tonight.

It had taken a lot of kissing-up and eyelash-batting to get my parents to let me go to Sochi with Sidney. They were here, as well, but they had planned on having me stay at home or, at the very least, essentially be trapped in their hotel the entire time. I had finally convinced them to let me go out on my own, although I did sleep in their hotel room at nights.

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Almost an hour later, I sat on the couch watching some Russian news channel. I squinted my eyes, trying to decipher the symbols on the screen and gauging some idea of the story from the quick pictures on the screen. I felt warm breath on my neck and heard a deep voice in my ear.

"He say, 'big snowstorm coming to the city. Stay clear of roads.'". Geno's voice sent shivers down my spine as I turned to face him, his face still very close to mine. I blushed and he hopped over the edge of the couch, sitting at my side. He was huge, assumedly in all senses of the word, and took up a good portion of the couch. I smiled and he rewarded me with a big smile as well. I couldn't form words, and was about to open my mouth to say something when I heard footsteps and jumped away from Geno.

"Hey G. You guys ready to go?" Sidney zipped up his jacket, oblivious to the awkward moment he had created. Geno nodded and stood up, as did I.

We bundled ourselves up to stay safe from the snow. I noticed Geno hadn't thrown anything on, but he had grown up in the Russian weather. Plus we were only walking a few houses down.

Once we reached the door, we were greeted by P.K. Subban, and I noticed a crowd of other hockey players behind him as music spilled outside. There were a flurry of players from all over the NHL, celebrating their victories and forgetting their losses. We shuffled in and hung up our coats- well, we piled them on top of the mountain on the floor.

I felt Sidney's grip on my arm tighten and I gave him an irritated look. Geno had gone off to join the crowd.

"Sid, what is it? Calm down!" He took a deep breath, but his jaw was still clenched and he wouldn't make eye contact with me.

"You need to be safe. Don't-"

"Sid, I've got this. Do not babysit me. I'll look out for myself." I wiggled myself from his grip, placed my hand on his shoulders, and forced him to look me in the eyes. "You- have fun. I'll have fun, too. I'll check in with you later. But, please, just RELAX." He closed his eyes and nodded, sighing.

"You're right. Just- just promise me that you will stay safe." I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he wiped off with the back of his hand. I skipped into the living room, which was crowded with people. I grabbed a cup off of the stack and poured myself a drink, making sure it was extra strong. I didn't need alcohol to have a good time, but it sure as hell helped.

I felt the buzz within a few minutes and stood at the edge of the room, occasionally greeting a familiar face. I looked over to the table where the booze was placed and saw Geno staring at me. He beckoned me over with a smile when we made eye contact, and I gladly made my way to him.

"Drink, Sarah?" I nodded and watched as he poured me a double shot of vodka. I gave him a skeptical look as he handed it to me. "Count to three, okay?" I nodded and listened as he counted to three and tipped his drink back. I followed his lead and winced as the liquid burned my throat. Geno laughed at the face I made and took my glass, waiting for me to return to normal.

"Whoo! Thanks, Evgeni." He walked closer to me and placed a finger to my lips.

"No, you call me Geno." I nodded as his touch sent shivers down my spine.

Ten minutes later, I was feeling the effects. I wasn't much of a light weight, so I wasn't hammered. But, I definitely felt a little tipsy. Geno had been called away a few minutes ago, by a friend from the Russian team. I had lost sight of him as I leaned against the counter, scanning the crowd and laughing Sid, who was forced onto the dance floor by a few of his teammates. From the subtle glow on his face, I could see that my usually uptight brother had had a little to drink, as well. I could hear his laugh echo through the room, as he reluctantly attempted to dance.

I felt a hand on my waist and a deep voice hit my ear.

"Dance with me." I closed my eyes and nodded, my body filling with heat from the alcohol and from Geno. He took my hand and pulled me out onto the floor.

"I'm an awful dancer." Geno laughed at my comment and leaned down to whisper something.

"No worry. I am, too. Just relax."

I slipped my arms around his neck, as we both swayed back and forth to the music. Geno's hands moved from my sides to my hips, before sliding quickly to sit on my ass, pulling me closer to him. I smirked at his movement, looking deep into his eyes. Tightening my grip, I stood on my toes to close our height gap. He turned me around and I sighed, disappointed at the rejection. But, my disappointment quickly subsided when he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me flush to him, moving his hips against me as we ground against each other on the busy dance floor. I placed my hands over his, although mine were much smaller.

"You know how to dance." I giggled and leaned my head back against his chest, looking up to reach his ear.

"So do you." His deep laugh filled my ear as he placed his hands across my stomach, pulling me even tighter against him. I could feel his arousal and had to bite down on my lip to hold in a moan. I couldn't take it anymore. I was thankful when Geno spoke again.

"Let's leave." I quickly nodded and nearly sprinted to get my coat. I was stopped by what I thought was a brick wall, but was actually my brother.

"Whoa, where are you going?" He eyed Geno and I suspiciously.

"Sid! You promised you'd butt out." He clenched his jaw and shook his head, not wanting to budge.

"Come on, Sid, let her go." One of his teammates nudged him and, thankfully, my slightly tipsy brother was persuaded.

"Fine. You-" he pointed firmly at Geno, "don't be stupid. Same to you." He looked at me and was dragged back onto the dancefloor, so Geno and I resumed getting our things on. Once we were outside, we ran laughing through the snowstorm. I was thankful that we weren't going too far, because even with the extra warmth provided by the drinks, I was still freezing.

Once we reached the apartment, we both kicked off our boots and I shed my jacket. Geno turned to me and reached out to brush a few snowflakes off of my cheek, causing me to shiver.

"You cold?" I nodded, staring deeply into his eyes as his hand lingered. "I know way to warm up." A smirk came to his face, as I raised an eyebrow. I yelped when Geno picked me up, as if I were a feather, and carried me up the stairs.

He placed me on the bed and ripped off his sweater, revealing his flawless body. I shook my head in disbelief, as Geno helped me sit up and took my shirt off, as well. He whispered something in Russian, and from the situation I could gather it was something about my chest, which was thankfully covered in a sexy red bra, with sheer lace across the cups. I grabbed Geno's belt and undid it quickly, removing his pants shortly after. He pushed me back against the bed and I lifted my hips to help wiggle out of my pants, as well.

"You beautiful, Sarah." I blushed and giggled as Geno began planting kisses from my neck and down my body. He stopped to kiss above the bow in the center of my bra, before resuming and planting kisses slowly down the center of my abdomen. I couldn't help but arch my back as he kissed above the band of my thong, as I felt electricity shoot through my body, focusing in my core.

I pushed onto my elbows, looking down suspiciously at Geno as he knelt between my legs. He planted kisses down my inner thighs, and I couldn't help but tighten my legs around him. He let out a chuckle and moved himself back over me, as I whimpered at the loss of touch.

So this is how we're gonna play it? Well, if you get to tease me, I get to tease you. I pushed up on his chest, urging him to stand. He looked confused but followed my directions, standing with his hands on his hips. I moved off of the bed as well, and directed him so he stood with his calves agains the bed. I knelt down and looked up at him, mischief in my eyes as I grabbed the band of his boxers and pulled them down slowly. It came as no surprise that he was well-endowed, nor that he was fully hard. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and stroked him delicately, listening to the heavy breaths that left his lungs with each stroke. He swore under his breath and placed his hands on my head, gripping my hair. I looked up at his half-closed eyes and leaned in, taking the tip into my mouth. I took it out and quickly stood up, inciting a groan from Geno.

"Why you do that?" I giggled and placed my hands on his chest, leaning in close.

"You teased me, I tease you. It's just fair." Geno laughed and sat on the bed, pulling me down to straddle his lap. He attacked my lips with passionate kisses, which I eagerly returned. His hands traveled up and down my back, as mine remained fanned across his chest. He moved to kiss my neck, and I moaned as I felt him hard underneath me. "Geno."

"Yes, baby?" I groaned internally as he called me that.

"Condom." His eyes widened and he leaned back, grabbing his pants off of the floor and taking a condom from the pocket. I eyed him, amused that he had one on him all night, clearly planning on doing this. I moved back slightly and helped him roll it on, looking back up into his eyes as I straddled him again, him still sitting up and holding onto my hips.

I raised myself up slightly and lowered myself onto him, feeling my body expand as I adjusted to his size. My head rested on his shoulder as I took him in, feeling the wetness that had spread in my body finally have what it yearned for. He rocked into my body, hitting a spot that drove me crazy. I raised myself up and down slowly, biting my lip in order to prevent myself from being too loud. I couldn't take it anymore and felt a moan escape my lips and fill the room.

Geno kissed my shoulder, keeping a steady pace but not being too aggressive. I felt his grip tighten on my hips as he moved closer to the edge. I sat up and looked into his eyes, which were closed as he attempted to hold off until I was ready. I leaned to his ear.

"I'm so close", I barely whispered, my voice altered by the waves of pleasure that had begun hitting my body. Geno sighed and begun picking up the pace and the intensity, and I collapsed into him as he gave me what may have been the best orgasm I'd ever had. From the moan that escaped his lips as well, I could tell he felt the same way.

He fell flat on the bed and held me to his chest, our breathing heavy. I could hear his heartbeat pounding through his chest, as I lay flush against his warm body. I reluctantly moved off of him so that he could dispose of the condom. He quickly returned to bed, pulling me close and wrapping the thick blanket around me. We looked at each other and smiled, laughing quietly. After a few minutes of chatting about nothing in-particular and collecting our breaths, I spoke up again.

"I think I'm getting cold again."

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I slowly walked down the stairs, wearing one of Geno's shirts and feeling a bit sore from last night. We had made sure to keep each other warm quite a few more times. I was thankful for the stamina he had from his hockey career, and tried my hardest to keep up.

My feet hit the cold, tile floor and I snuck around the corner into the kitchen and I popped up onto the counter, tapping Geno on the shoulder as he looked in the fridge for something. He spun around to face me and closed the door. I laughed as I saw that he had a mouth full of food, which he quickly chewed and swallowed, a smile spreading across his face.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him fiercely. His hands rested against the counter on either side of me, and he walked to rest in between my legs. I wasn't wearing any underwear, which he quickly noticed. Just as his hands started roaming south, we were interrupted.

"OH MY GOD." Geno stood up and I pulled my shirt back down, whipping around to see who had interrupted us. Sidney stood leaning in the doorframe, one hand over his eyes and another wrapped around a bottle of water. "PLEASE, DON'T." I hopped off of the counter and walked over to him, grabbing his wrist and helping him uncover his eyes. He wrenched his hand away from me. "Don't- please, don't touch me. Go wash your hands. I- I don't even want to think about where they've been." I rolled my eyes and walked over to the sink, laughing as Geno sauntered over to put his arm around Sid.

"Good morning, captain!" Sidney tried to wriggle away, but Geno's size made it impossible. "Is no problem. I just help your sister stay warm."

"STOP!" Sidney escaped Geno's grip and covered his ears, humming as he walked out of the room as fast as possible. I walked into the living room, Geno close behind. We both sat on the couch, Sid next to us in the armchair staring intently at whatever was on TV.

"Hey, Geno." I kept my eyes on Sid, waiting to see his reaction. "Are you cold?" Sidney grabbed a pillow and covered his face, groaning into it. Geno's laughter filled the room and I couldn't help but join in.

Notes

Obviously taking place at the Sochi Olympics, and also including fake characters. All for the story, darlings! <3 :)