I’m not going to lie — one of the things I love most about figure skating is watching the pretty people in sequins go out there and do amazing things on the ice. The pretty men in particular. 😀 I’ve had plenty of crushes over the years, but here are my pics for the top five hottest guys who will be taking the ice in Sochi (in no particular order).
Daisuke Takahashi – Japan, singles
Daisuke (pronounced “dice-kay”) is a rock star in Japan, and extremely popular the world over with skating fans (and cats).
Maxim Trankov – Russia, pairs
While Maxim has an unfortunate propensity for bad hair of late, his hotness cannot be denied. (Especially in tight leather pants!) He and partner Tatiana Volosozhar are strongly rumoured to be a pair off the ice as well. That is one hot couple!
Andrew Poje – Canada, ice dance
Andrew and his partner Kaitlyn Weaver are definitely a couple off the ice as well. And a very attractive couple they are!
Brian Joubert – France, singles
Bound for retirement after this season, this will be our last chance to appreciate Brian’s pretty face and spectacular ass…ets.
Robin Szolkowy – Germany, pairs
Robin’s hotness cannot even be dimmed by a neon bodysuit! He and partner Aliona Savchenko have always been quirky — and undeniably sexy.
Rivals on the ice — lovers in the locker room
In Cold War, my new m/m figure skating romance, American pairs skater Dev can’t stand Mikhail, his arrogant Russian rival. Although Dev is loathe to admit it, deep down he’s uncomfortably attracted to Mikhail. But after he lets his frustration with another second place finish get the better of him, hate explodes into passion.
After an explosive locker room confrontation with his Russian rival ends in the most surprising and intense sex of his life, American pairs skater Dev Avira needs to refocus. He’s worked for years to win Olympic gold, and he can’t let himself—or his partner—down. Distraction in the form of steely and smoldering Mikhail Reznikov is the last thing he needs as he prepares for the biggest competition of his life.
But with the Games only days away, they can’t keep their hands off each other. Dev soon learns that beneath Mikhail’s arrogant and aloof exterior is Misha, a passionate man who warms Dev’s heart and scorches his bed. They’re both determined to win, but for Misha his freedom could be on the line. Can Dev put his deepening feelings on ice as he goes for gold?
An excerpt from Cold War
After dinner in the buzzing dining hall, Dev left Bailey—still gossiping, and he had to admit he’d really enjoyed the story about the dressing room diva throwdown after one of the Canadian women cut the other off just before a jump in practice. He returned to the apartment block, and as he walked into the lobby, his heart skipped a beat.
Looking long and lean and utterly fuckable in jeans and a Henley, Misha leaned against the wall near a seating area, tapping at his phone. He glanced up as the door closed behind Dev with a soft thud. When he met Misha’s hungry gaze, Dev’s pulse rocketed. He stopped in his tracks. Should he go over? Should he run to the elevators? Should I slap myself because I’m acting like a teenage girl?
Without a word, Misha turned and headed for the two elevators on the far side of the lobby. He pressed the button.
Dev’s feet moved, and a moment later he stood next to Misha, watching the numbers tick down as one of the elevators neared. There was a foot between them, but Dev could feel an electric heat skittering over his skin. A few other people fell in behind them as they boarded the elevator.
When Dev moved to press the button for his floor, Misha caught his wrist before Dev could raise it. His touch burned, and Dev glanced at him, but his face was impassive. Keeping his gaze forward, Misha raised his other hand and slowly, with purpose, pressed the button for his floor.
Dev’s breath stuttered.
Get off on my floor. Press the button now before it’s too late. Press it. Press it!
Dev watched his floor go by without any regret. Anticipation roared through his body and his heart pounded as he followed Misha off the elevator and down the hall. He held his breath, hoping they wouldn’t run into anyone who knew them. Misha’s teammates were all likely housed nearby, and if they saw them—
But they didn’t, and a moment later they were inside Misha’s room with the door closed. It was identical to Dev’s, but on the opposite side of the building. Dev leaned back against the door. It was dark in the room, but the blind was up, and moonlight cast them in a silvery glow. Misha stood by the far bed near the window, watching Dev silently.
“Gone to dinner with his girlfriend. Spending the night at her hotel.”
“Oh.” Dev was breathing shallowly. “Okay.”
Misha peeled off the Henley and popped the button on his jeans. “Okay,” he repeated.
Dev wanted to lick Misha’s dark nipples and run his hands across his broad chest, down to his cut abs and lower. There was nothing left to say. Pulse thundering, he closed the distance between them and took Misha’s head in his hands. He traced Misha’s lips with his thumb, and Misha opened his mouth and sucked it in slowly.
They kissed deliberately, exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming until the need was too much and Dev had to be naked. Evidently Misha felt the same, and he tore at Dev’s shirt and ripped it over his head before rubbing their chests together.
Both moaning, they stripped off the rest of their clothes in a fevered rush, kissing and touching and grinding against each other like dogs in heat. Dev was going to get off soon just like that, standing there by the bed, but then Misha broke free and snatched a small bottle of lube off the bedside table. A box of condoms sat there as well, and Dev realized Misha had prepared for this—had waited in the lobby and enticed Dev back to his room.
Dev’s stomach clenched. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Angry? Flattered? Was this all a game? Was he being played? He searched Misha’s gaze and found only heat and longing there, open desire in his parted lips as Misha slicked his long fingers and climbed on the bed.
As Misha moved onto his hands and knees, Dev stared, mesmerized. The lean muscles in Misha’s back and arms gleamed in the moonlight, his thighs flexing as he reached back with his right hand to spread his round ass. His hole exposed, he started fucking himself, a breathy moan escaping his lips. He looked over his shoulder to where Dev stood, frozen.
If this was a game, Dev couldn’t do anything but play.
Copyright © Keira Andrews
After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, fantasy and paranormal fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.” You can find out more about Keira and her books at her website, and on Facebook and Twitter.
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