"Y-M-C-A!" Jason sings as he and Liam return to their hotel room after the Opening Ceremonies. "Why didn't they just call that "Salute to Gay Disco" and be done with it?"

"God only knows," Liam says, shaking his head." I damn near laughed my ass off when they bought those cows out onto the ice. There's that art thing...Cow Parade...where artists decorate cows, and that's all I could think of." He grins. "Good thing you weren't doing coverage tonight; you'd have had to be serious about it."

"Do you think they had to draw straws to decide who was gonna be the arse on the giant skier?" Jason stretches and ruffles his feathers before sitting down on the bed to take his shoes off. "Let's see...tomorrow's actually a pretty light day. There's some snowboarding, but the skiing doesn't start until Sunday. I'll probably get up early to get some air time in, though, since the flight range is open to anybody. You interested?"

"Christ, it's gonna be cold and crowded," Liam says with a groan. "But yeah, after yesterday's flight, I could stand to stretch my wings." He laughs, remembering how many times they've been stopped already by autograph hounds and fans of winged sport. "If your groupies actually give you enough time to fly," he adds, kicking off his shoes and heading to the mini bar. "You want anything?"

Jason give Liam a mock-leer. "You know what I want, gorgeous. That throbbing disco beat got me all wound up."

"You're so queer," Liam says, rolling his eyes as he pours himself a scotch. "You hear 'I Will Survive' and you're like one of Pavlov's damn dogs."

That makes Jason howl with laughter, which he tries to muffle in a pillow. When he can breathe again, he goes over to Liam and wraps arms and wings around his lover. "I love you because you put up with me," he says.

"Ah my evil plan is working," Liam says, smiling. He leans back against Jason, tilting his head to rub a cheek against Jason's sleek feather. "And you put up with me being so stodgy," he adds.

"You're not stodgy--you're practical. God knows someone in this relationship needs to be." Jason sighs. "Speaking of which, I'd better set the alarm in my Palm so I don't forget to check in with Bob and company tomorrow. They're paying the bills, after all...though I've no intention of neglecting you, either."

"You're going to abandon me for all your flash friends," Liam says, putting a hand to his forehead and sighing dramatically. "I knew it."

"And you call me a drama queen," Jason complains. "Come on--help me get naked?" Jason has a great deal of practice at getting out of a padded jacket, but he's always been of the opinion that one of the benefits of being winged is that you have an excuse to ask for help getting undressed.

"Mmmm...one of my favorite things," Liam says, unsnapping the top of Jason 's jacket before pulling it off him. The rest of Jason's clothes follow and then Liam is stripping out of his own clothes in a hurry. "Want to fuck you," he murmurs, coming up being Jason again.

"That's good, because I really want you to fuck me." Jason shivers and grinds his arse against Liam's crotch. "Need you in me, Liam...please..."

"Yeah," Liam growls, looking at their window, which offers a lovely view of the moonlit mountains looming over the lights of Torino. "Lean against the window sill," he adds as he grabs the lube out of his shaving kit and turns out the lights.

Jason does so, spreading his legs and staring out the window. "Gorgeous," he murmurs, though he's speaking about his lover as much as the view. He takes a long, deep breath that makes his feathers rustle.

"Looks pretty good from here too," Liam says with a grin. "You skiers have such nice asses and you bend over so easily." He runs a hand over Jason's ass before bending to bite at it lightly.

"We have a lot of practice at it, even if we're not as flexible as the skaters," Jason says, breaking off with a moan when Liam bites him. "Fuck...Liam..."

"Mmmm," Liam hums against Jason's skin. He bites down a little harder as he slides lube slicked fingers between Jason's cheeks before pushing them inside him.

"Oh god...oh God..."Jason groans, writhing against the glass. "Please, Liam...I need it--need you--please..." His wings beat frantically in the air.

"Yeah?" Liam asks, standing up carefully to avoid getting a face full of feathers. "Hold still then," he teases as he works to guide his cock into Jason. Once he's in, he presses up against Jason, licking at the back of Jason's neck.

Jason moans and tries to stay still as Liam pushes into him. He loves this moment, the slight burn as he stretches around Liam's cock and the feel of Liam's skin against his.

"Oh fuck yeah," Liam murmurs, nuzzling Jason's smooth scalp. He can feel the tremors in Jason's wings and he remains still for another moment, wanting this closeness. The next couple of weeks will be insane and this is Jason's world, not Liam's, and while he doesn't have a problem with being here, chances to be close will be rare during the Games.

Jason purrs and arches his back, stretching like an especially contented cat. "Yeah...fuck me, Liam, come on, give it to me so hard I'll be feeling it all day tomorrow..."

"Fuckin' greedy," Liam teases, and he grips Jason's hips tightly. "Maybe I don't want to do it hard," he says, setting up a slow leisurely pace. "Maybe I want to fuck you slow. All. Night. Long."

"Evil..." Jason gasps. "You're fucking...God!...fucking evil. 'S why I love you so fucking much...please, Liam, whatever you want, just do it, please..."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Liam says with a laugh as he keeps up the slow steady pace. He's as fond of a good hard shag as any man, but this is pretty damn good too, and it has the added benefit of driving Jason crazy.

"Oh no? Even when I tell you that it's never been this good with anyone, and how you fit inside me?" Jason reaches back so he can touch Liam, stroking his lover's thighs. "I love you, and I fucking want you all the time--I'm worse than...fuck...worse than when I was 18..."

"Mmmm," Liam murmurs, licking Jason's scalp. "I bet you were something at 18, fucking all night and skiing all day. Wish I'd known you then." He speeds up just a little, knowing he's still going slower than Jason would like.

Jason laughs. "Was a little wild, yeah...guess this means we'll have to work to make up some time, yeah?"

"Yeah," Liam says, bending his head down to bite at Jason's neck. He tightens his grip on Jason's hips and fucks him hard, knowing that Jason's not going to be sitting much tomorrow anyway. Be kind of fun to do this right before he has to call an event, Liam thinks with a slight smirk.

"Yeah...that's it, oh fuck Liam that's so fucking perfect!" Jason shoves back hard against Liam, bringing one arm up to muffle his shouts as much as he can.

"Not yet," Liam mumbles against Jason's neck. "Not yet." He's fucking Jason hard now, shoving into him deep with each thrust and he's not sure how long he's going to last, but for some reason he wants to see Jason desperate before they actually finish.

"Please, Liam!" Although they've never settled into any kind of formal arrangement, or even spent much time negotiating details, Jason suddenly feels like he doesn't even want to think about coming until Liam gives him permission to.

Liam's never thought of anything they do as being that kinky, and so he's a little surprised at how good it feels to hear Jason begging. "You sure you want it," he says, slamming into Jason and then going still. "You sure?"

"Yes, oh God, yes, please Liam, please, need it so bad, want to come with you in me, please!" Jason's wings are beating fast enough that he's shed a couple of feathers, and his cock is hard, pressed up against the cold glass of the window.

"Go on then," Liam gasps, picking up the pace again. He reaches down and grabs Jason's cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts.

Jason throws back his head and howls Liam's name as he comes, pumping into Liam's hand.

That's more than enough to push Liam over the edge and he bites down hard on Jason's neck as he comes. "Fuck," he mutters as soon as he can speak. "Goddamn, Jason."

"Fuck...that was...shit, I..." Helplessly flailing for the right words, Jason finally just starts laughing, turning around so he can hold Liam close.

"Yeah," Liam says with a little laugh. "That kind of sums it up." He holds Jason close for a moment and then maneuvers them both over to the bed. "Thank you," he says to Jason as they both collapse on the bed. "For ... I don't know."

"Thank you, lover," Jason tells Liam. "I dunno what got you in that mood, but I definitely liked it." He reaches around and strokes Liam's wings, first along the edges, then scratching lightly at the spot when Liam's wings join his shoulders.

"Mmmm," Liam hums arching his back a little. "Feels good. So...you don't mind?"

"Mind? Why should I?" Jason looks puzzled. "I thought it was fucking brilliant."

"It was," Liam says. "Bit kinky, don't you think?"

"I don't mind kinky," Jason says, snuggling close and pressing his chest against Liam's. "I'm certainly familiar with the pain/endorphin rush side of that stuff...I haven't done any of the D/s personally, but I know people who have."

"I don't know that I could hurt you," Liam says hastily.

"Oh...no, I'm not saying that I want you to, although I like it when you bite me and fuck me really hard, that sort of thing," Jason assures Liam. "It's just that between the ink and the piercings and the skiing, I've got some experience with it. Dominance games are something I only know about from the outside."

"Oh, right," Liam says feeling a little stupid. "So...what do we do then?" He has to laugh at himself; it's become almost second nature for him to assume that Jason is the expert on edgy behavior.

"Dunno..did you like it? Because if so, maybe we can do some reading up, see if anything grabs our interest," Jason suggests, nuzzling Liam.

Grateful that Jason's so casual about the whole thing, Liam nods. "Yeah, maybe we should," he says, leaning back against Jason. "I love you, you know."

Jason beams and runs a finger over Liam's lips. "I love you too." Not for the first time, he thinks that things worked out for the best with Viggo. He's got Sean and he's happy, and I've got Liam and I'm happy. It's a win-win.

* * *

The hotel is used to winged guests, so it's no problem for Jason to call down and arrange for food to take with them during the day. Jason grins as he hands Liam the bag with the four thermoses of coffee.

"I know it seems excessive, but trust me--you'll be thanking me by noon," he tells him.

"Cluck cluck," Liam says as they get on one of the buses that will take them to the Alpine free flying area. "You're like a broody mum."

"Hey, I'm being good," Jason protests. "I'm relaxed. All I have to do this time round is try to remember not to say 'fuck' on the air." He throws an arm around Liam's shoulders.

"That's all?" Liam says with a laugh. "You say that like it's small thing and not a major effort."

Jason chuckles. "You'd be surprised. Hell, I was surprised that I mostly managed it in Salt Lake. At least here the tape delay means that NBC can edit--though the Beeb may have a harder time with that." Jason leans in and licks Liam's ear; no one on the busload of wingfolk so much as blinks.

"I'll be keeping score," Liam says. "And I can do a play by play of your play by play."

"Do I get a prize if I make it?" Jason says, grinning.

"Yeah," Liam says, leaning over to whisper in Jason's ear. "You get the big prize."

"Ooh...now there's some incentive. It'll be quite a challenge; I'm already sick of people asking me what I think of Bode Miller." Jason rolls his eyes.

"Tell me, Mr. Isaacs," Liam says in a flat American accent. "What do you think of American hopeful Bode Miller?"

"I think it's a good thing we're getting off the bus now," Jason says, pretending to glare at Liam. "Bugger it, though, I need to settle on a nice, noncommittal answer, because I have a feeling I'm going to be getting a lot of that from the NBC lot."

"Seriously though," Liam says once their off the bus and following the signs to the flying area. "What's your problem with him?"

"I don't have a problem with him," Jason explains, "It's the people who are trying to paint him as this great skiing rebel that annoy me. They're hyping him, and then if he can't live up to it, they'll be the first to turn on him."

Saying nothing, Liam just rests a hand on Jason's shoulder, remembering when the British press tore Jason apart for the trick that led to his fall in Albertville. "Do you want to take the lift up the peak and then fly? Or start here at the bottom?" he asks after a moment.

"The lift is fine," Jason says. He could start from the ground, but when he's with Liam he usually doesn't, preferring to take off at roughly the same time. Besides, I'm not as young as I used to be, and my knees deserve a rest.

Once their on a chair, Liam turns and kisses Jason hard. It's good to be here, good to see the world Jason essentially grew up in. Not to mention that it's a gorgeous day, clear and crisp and perfect for flying.

Jason puts his arms around Liam and kisses him back just as fiercely. He's been looking forward to this trip for months, not just because he genuinely enjoys commentating and the chance to get in some good skiing himself, but because this time, he'll be able to see the Games through someone else's eyes. Turning a little, he leans in closer and spreads his wings, revelling in the sensation of the cold wind in his feathers.

"Mmmm" Liam murmurs against Jason's lips as they near the end of the line. "C'mon, you don't want to make an amateur mistake like falling off the lift." In spite of his words, they both make it off the lift just fine and Liam looks around, taking a deep breath. "God, what a gorgeous day."

"Fucking perfect--shit. Fuck. Argh!" Jason shakes his head. "This may be harder than I thought." He puts their things in one of the wire baskets before going out to the main platform. After stretching some, he looks over at Liam and smiles. "Ready?"

"That's three right off the bat," Liam says, settling in next to Jason. "What will people think?" Before Jason can answer, Liam steps away and forward a little, stretching his wings. "Shall we?" he asks.

For an answer, Jason jumps off the plaform, catching an updraft and spiraling upwards. No matter how much he loves to ski, this will always be the ultimate for Jason. Nothing--not even his first Olympic gold--will ever match the sheer wonder of the first time he took to the air.

It isn't just the cold that makes Liam catch his breath as he watches Jason fly. Years of training have left their mark and even when Jason flies for fun, his form is perfect. Like every winged person Liam's ever met, Liam remembers the sight of Jason coming off that first jump in Sarajevo, and he can't help a smug little smile now. And he's all mine.

Leaning forward as he goes, Liam launches himself off the platform, letting his wings catch the wind. He glides for a moment and then brings his wings down in a strong motion that carries him up high. Looking for Jason, he spots him and chases after him.

Jason flies close to Liam; that alone distinguishes them from the athletes, who tend to maintain as much distance from one another as they can. He can pick out their countries based on their jackets; the Russians have that red floral thing going on; the Italians have the silvery space-age look; the Americans in blue and white. Jason doesn't envy them. He had a good run, and now he can enjoy the Games without the pressure to perform.

As usual, Liam is more than content to glide around Jason, letting Jason flap to his heart's content. He occasionally wonders what it would be like to have Jason's speed, but he's not sure if he'd give up the distance his own wings give him.

Arcing and going higher, Jason flies a little further out. He loves to watch Liam, to see those huge wings fully extended as he cruises, making it look completely effortless. I really am a lucky bastard.

By the time their both ready to go touch down, Liam can feel his stomach growling. I guess bread, cheese, sausage and coffee wasn't enough, he thinks, wondering what it would be like to eat only three meals a day. It'd save time on shoots, that's for damn sure.

Jason waves toward Liam and points at the landing platform. He touches down lightly, stretching down to touch his toes before furling his wings. "Come on," he calls to Liam. "We should have time to grab something to eat before we go off to...fuck, where's my Palm? What's next again?"

"Freestyle skiing," Liam says, having memorised their schedule. "Non-winged women's moguls. Let's eat and then go ogle the ladies in their baggy pants."

"I like the way you think," Jason says, laughing and slipping an arm around Liam's waist.

*****

"I'd have loved it if they'd had snowboarding back in the day," Jason says, joining Liam after he's called the men's winged halfpipe competition. "There's a sport that's really made for wingfolk."

"Ready to stage a comeback?" Liam asks with a grin. He didn't get a chance to hear Jason's commentary, but he's made arrangements to get copies of all of Jason's air time. For now, it's enough to see Jason looking so happy and so on.

Jason shudders. "God, no. It was fun, but I don't need to do that ever again, thanks--though we should go up to Lake Tahoe sometime. It's really gorgeous."

"I've never skied, you know," Liam says. "But I wouldn't mind trying it. Or snowboarding, I understand that's easier for beginners."

"Either one. Then we can go to the lodge and drink stuff involving chocolate and alcohol before going back to our rooms and having wild sex." Jason grins.

"I like that part," Liam says. "Maybe we can skip the thing where you hurtle down a mountain at...what's your best time? 90 miles an hour?"

"But that's fun!" Jason protests. "Well, right up to the point where you catch a ski and crash into something."

"Exactly," Liam says. "Every time someone does a profile on you and shows the fall at Albertville I cringe. I'm really quite a coward," he adds with a wink.

"I cringe when I see that footage," Jason says, sighing. "Mostly because I have to ask what the fuck I was thinking." He grabs Liam's hand and kisses it in an oddly romantic gesture. "I've grown up some, though."

"Mmmm," Liam says. "So you have."

 -end- 

Notes: We give up. What started out as a crack!fic idea became a whole AU in which a percentage of the population is born with wings. It's a typical Nancy and Ruth situation: we've taken one improbable/impossible thing, added it to the real world and then looked at how the real world works with that addition. It didn't hurt that we had a whole road trip from Salem MA, to Sacramento CA to work the details out. So no, people are not built so that they could have wings and be able to fly, but this is what we think the world would be like if they could. The series title is from Paul Simon's song "Boy in the Bubble."

In this,  Jason is not an actor but was an Olympic skier -- there are winged events at the games -- and is now a fight coordinator, having worked on LotR, PotC and pretty much any movie with big fight scenes. He does go back to the Winter Games every four years to do commentary for NBC.

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