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A TIME QUAD FLIP FOR AGALIO!

Not every driver could be perfect 100% of the time. Otabek did his best. In fact, that day he wasn't legally at fault. The other drive was the problem. Yuri couldn't remember the accident. Probably for the best. It meant he couldn't remember his injuries at the worst time. He was told there was a lot of blood, that Otabek had managed to save himself from anything severe, and honestly if it wasn't for Otabek, Yuri would have been dead.

The accident was bad, but it could have been worse. It could have been a lot worse than some broken bones, torn ligaments and road rash. It did mean skating was on the back burner for awhile. Something that was extremely difficult for Yuri to take for over a year of recovery. It was going to be longer than a year. Depression clung hard and it made that first year very difficult.

The angry teenager was angrier. Cabin fevered, irritable, snapping at anyone and everyone. Then there were the moments of just depression where he didn't want to get up and do anything at all. What would be the point? He probably wouldn't be able to skate again, not like he used to.

It didn't help that he was rather suddenly cut off from what he would call his 'source of entertainment'. Apparently his Grandfather wasn't pleased with what he found on Yuri's phone. Threatened legal action, the whole thing. Yuri ended up with a new phone, his old one kept by his grandfather.

Harsh.

At least Yuri had a friend that was allowed near by. A few actually. During the off seasons he was visited by others. Victor, Yuuri... both would be retired by the time Yuri skated again, if he ever did. It meant Yuri would never get to skate on the same ice as Victor.

More depression followed that realization. Otabek felt guilty, Yuri knew that. He probably didn't help in that first year, reacting out of anger, saying things he shouldn't have said. He was eternally thankful for Otabek's patience. It was because of his friend that Yuri started recovering properly, regaining strength.

The scars he had were covered over with increasingly intricate tattoos, as he had little else to do except sit about. The idea came from.. well, he'd never admit it openly. His grandfather was happy to sign off on anything Yuri wanted at that point to make him happy and to help hide away the remaining reminders of young talent almost lost.

Almost.

Because Yuri was back on the ice.

Yuri had grown taller, reaching five foot seven and three fourths though if you look at his identification it said five foot eight. Only when standing next to Yuuri Katsuki or anyone else of that height did it seem slightly off. He wore heels more often than not anyway, making him taller than even Victor. He'd been short for so long, he liked to be tall. He was still long limbed and had adapted to the changes in his body quite well, probably because as he was growing he was recovering.

And his hair.. He had allowed it to grow and it hung past his shoulders now, often held back in some form of braiding or pony tail. Today it was a loose braid hanging over one shoulder, as he was just here to get a feel for the rink.

He hadn't posted on the social media networks in awhile. Everything was private on the majority and the skating SNS... he just hadn't put anything up. Not until about a week ago, at least. It was a photo of his old skates beside his new pair, the blade black with an etched red pattern. His heel was a bit higher than normal, he liked the look of it.

His phone had exploded with notifcations. Three years since his last time seen on the ice! And his doctors weren't exactly overjoyed. Yuri had pushed hard to be here, and his grandfather was glad this first competition Otabek would be there. The young man was a good friend and Yuri's grandfather was too ill to come.

It was nice to know people were still happy for Yuri to come back to the ice. He'd missed out on other skaters. Victor, Yuuri, Chris.. It was frustrating, but he still had years left. Yuri felt good enough to get back out there. He wasn't going to sacrifice any more years.

He sets his skate down against the ice, holding on the half wall with both hands. He takes a deep breath, knowing he probably should wait for Otabek, but... It was a competition rink. There were one or two skaters there just getting a feel, so Yuri didn't feel too nervous. He brushes his hood down, his clothing the same body hugging styles he always enjoyed.

There were new skaters around. Then the faces that he hadn't seen in awhile. He didn't approach anyone, wouldn't. He needed to focus. So he starts the warm up, drifting around the rink. It felt so.. good to be back here. It was just a stupid qualification competition, but his end goal.. Grand Prix.

He was going to get there. He was going to get another gold, and he intended on breaking more records. He fits his earbuds into his ears, making it very clear he didn't want to talk to anyone, even people he knew right now. Instead he just skates, letting himself go into step sequences made up on the fly and few small jumps, singles and doubles, just to get his muscles going.

This was just to get a feel, he reminded himself. The others were here for that same reason.

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A hand plants onto JJ's waist, forcing them back down. He wasn't going to let JJ have any power in this. Yuri was the one who was going to remain in control in this situation because he'd never had the opportunity to have this much physical control.

"Shalava." He responds in kind, thrusting fingers in and out. He didn't attempt anything particularly pleasurable. It was clear he was intending on taking his pleasure and not necessarily giving JJ any in return.

"Tell me how much you want it and I might give you a little."

"Heh," JJ mused, although he was frustrated and annoyed. He wanted to move, claim every bit of power he had. Each time he took some, it was pulled out from under him. He'd have to get used to this. He was breathing deep. It took a lot of will to not fight against the restraints at least a little.

JJ stared straight at Yuri. His brows furrowed in a challenge. JJ wasn't much for begging or pleading, but he was about ready to. No, he told himself, don't sink that low.

"I'm a whore aren't I?" he asked, having long since understood the Russian word Yuri had decided to use. He turned his head away, finally stopping himself from staring. "This is all I want right now."

Yuri was very glad to see the annoyed frustration. He wanted to drag it out, fucking him with his fingers. A small shift forward onto his knees and Yuri could kiss the inside of JJ's, hair falling forward. His eyes were still angry, especially as his teeth set on skin.

"You only want my fingers inside you? I can do that. I can do that all night. Do you think you'll be able to get off on it though?"

Yuri lowers his head down, lips hovering close to JJ's thigh.

"You'll be so disappointed after all this time waiting for it..."

Yuri was going to make him ask for it, wasn't he? JJ never had to ask for it before. He was someone who always seemed able to get what he wanted without really having to try. It was probably part of why he enjoyed Yuri. He was always a challenge.

"Fuck me, Kitten." He tried his damnedest to make the words not sound like a plea. But...they did, at least a little. He kept his voice as strong as possible. JJ didn't like how he sounded himself. He never liked sounding less than completely confident.

JJ sounded completely pathetic to Yuri's ears. He thought about abandoning the man again, maybe going down to the hotel bar for some celebratory drinks and appetizers. That was a thought, he could enjoy himself while JJ laid up here all by himself.

That wouldn't exactly be a good foundation for the beginning of whatever this was between them.

So instead he pulls his hand free. He rolls a bit so he can get himself fully nude before shifting between JJ's legs. He spits into his hand, clearly just so dedicated to making this comfortable for JJ before shifting forward, pushing into the older skater.

Not much fanfare or affection. Yuri still wasn't sure if he necessarily wanted to give JJ affection yet.

That hurt. A lot.

Okay, so he had asked for it, but he hadn't quite expected Yuri to approach it like that. He grunted, spreading his legs a little more and shifting his hips a little to help himself relax.

He didn't want Yuri to know that it had hurt. He'd not let Yuri have that. So he forced a smirk, and looked at Yuri, focusing on him.

"Good, Kitten." He was so tempted to challenge him a little bit. "Harder..." He muttered. He'd be sore, sure, but it would be worth it. He'd see how much he could get.

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Yuri would have pointed out that he'd asked for if JJ brought it up. The grunt was satisfying, maybe it was uncomfortable. More satisfying if it hurt a little. JJ had always liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, if the welts that often found their way to JJ's back were any indication.

Green eyes narrowed with irritation at the nickname, but if JJ wanted harder.. He would give it to him.

Nails dug into JJ's legs as Yuri shifts closer, forcing the older skater into a bit of an awkward position. Yuri's hips were snapping hard, denying JJ the comfort of a cuddle and adding the discomfort of nails dragging over his thighs.

The hurt was a tell-tale sign of who he was dealing with. He liked the marks. He'd let Yuri leave them all over his skin if he wanted. His skin for so long became a reminder of every time he had sex with Yuri. Even when he had been back in Canada, he'd catch himself moving his hand to where the welts had so often been on his neck.

Awkwardly, he shifted a little, his legs and body moved, since that was all that he could move. His legs would have welts, he would feel the soreness through his back, a reminder of what he had let happen.

He moaned as Yuri's hips moved. "Yes," he encouraged. That damn grin of his spread on his features. "You're strong," he complimented. Not a word he would have ever used. "I like it, Kitten."

The nickname was his little way to antagonize Yuri in the only way he knew how and could now - with his mouth.

Yuri wasn't kind. He was strong, just as JJ said and that meant more stamina. He would fuck this man until he was a mess. He wanted to get out every bit of frustration he had. He bent over JJ, blonde hair spilling forward against JJ's chest. Every thrust had it tickling across JJ's skin.

He hadn't decided if he actually wanted JJ to have his own completion. He was tempted to just get the man to the edge then leave him there to wait the erection out.

Would that be too mean? He wasn't thinking too hard about it at this point, as his own peak was approaching.

JJ was desperate for touch. He arched his back a little, and frustrated sound came from the back of his throat. He was getting no relief here, and he was getting frustrated. He didn't care if Yuri touched him, but at the least, he could be allowed to touch himself - relieve the ache and the need.

There was an annoyed tug at the headboard, his wrists pulled hard, and his muscles didn't relax, he just continued to tug and pull. His entire upper body was strained, muscles flexed, and brows furrowed.

There was a sigh of annoyance. "Yuri," he said, eyes focused on Yuri. It was an oddly intense look. One that Yuri probably wouldn't have been accustomed to seeing from JJ. No surprise there, Yuri wasn't used to seeing JJ like this.

He considered, before impulsively hopping on a plan to see Yuri in Russia, that it would be a bad idea. But, of course, he couldn't help himself.

Yuri didn't care about the intense look. The frustration was palpable and he was glad for it. Let JJ wait it out because how long had Yuri waited? Sure, he was carrying a hard grudge despite getting the apology he wanted but he wold be the one to decide when he was over it.

The strained muscles stood out so nicely. Yuri bent his head forward to kiss JJ's chest, then biting, scraping his teeth against the man's sternum.

His thrusts had slowed, holding back a bit, not wanting to come too early, but they weren't as consistent now. He knew he was getting close and he wanted to edge JJ closer.

"Beg me for it..."

JJ's body wouldn't, couldn't relax. He kept his muscles flexed. While JJ's appearance hadn't changed much, he had gotten stronger. He didn't want to get bulky and have it effect his skating.

"Please," he almost shouted out the plea. The word came from his gut, and his muscles started to relax a bit. "Please touch me." His muscles relaxed, and he was breathing hard from the frustration. "Yuri, please."

His muscles flexed again, and he grunted. The noise that came from his throat was almost feral, and desperate.

That shirt wouldn't hold forever under that abuse. But Yuri was willing to give JJ what he wanted, considering he'd begged so nicely. His hand finds its way to JJ's erection, grasping it to give it a few practiced strokes along with his thrusts.

He leans down to get closer, finding the Canadian's lips to take his kisses, biting at the bottom lip. He hoped JJ appreciated all this effort he was going through just to show him a bit of sweet pleasure.

Some nice.. delayed gratification.

JJ appreciated it, and he was keen to let Yuri know that he did. The moan he let out when Yuri started to stroke him, fell apart into almost a purr. His arms immediately relaxed. He could hear tell tale signs of the shirt caving the pressure of his tugs, and his own wrists were getting tired and sore from his body reacting to the frustration he was feeling.

He tried to keep his hips from moving and reacting, but he shifted them a little. His eyes locked shut. When he felt that kiss, his lips parted, gasping a little.

"Yuri," a mumble. He told himself he'd stick to the other's name. He wouldn't use any French or nicknames. He'd at least wait until he wasn't tied up.

Yuri didn't bother taunting JJ anymore. He just wanted to find his own completion which with a few more thrusts, lips parted against JJ's so little moans could fall out with each one.

He came deep into JJ without much of a care because JJ deserved to be filled with as much as possible if only to make him shut up.

He kept his hand going, willing to guide JJ to completion as well before rolling off him to the side, blond hair plastered against his shoulders and cheeks.

JJ grunted when Yuri came. He was preoccupied by the sensations running through his body. Between Yuri inside him, and the hand on him, he was moaning weakly into Yuri's mouth. It wasn't too long that Yuri would have to keep at it, before JJ came. When he did, his muscles flexed, he could hear the fabric of his restraints fighting hard to stay in tact. His body relaxed immediately after. He was trying to catch his breath.

He turned his head, eyes half-lidded, to look towards Yuri. "Untie me?" he asked. He was sure his wrists were going to be bruised, as he was feeling the ache in them from him fighting against the material. The constant tugging was his own doing, though.

Yuri's head lolled to the side and he peers at JJ. He's silent for a moment then shrugs.

"Why should I?"

He sits up, moving to clean himself up and slide back into his sleep pants. For a moment it would seem like he was really going to leave JJ there to be tied up for the rest of the night but he finally goes over to undo the knot he'd made of the t-shirt.

"I guess I do have to to get you to leave."

Once he was untied, he shifted to sit up in the bed. JJ moves his hands to his wrists. He probably should have stopped himself from continuing to tug at his restraints, because they were sore as a result. He just kept tugging and pulling without really thinking about it.

He laughed.

He couldn't help it, since it was about what he had expected to hear from Yuri. "You'll even be happy to hear I'm at a different hotel." He looked to gather his articles of clothing so he could get himself ready to leave.

"I would have hated to ruin the surprise."

Yuri was seated on the bed again, blond hair hanging over his shoulders and partially in his face as he taps away at his phone with one hand, scrolling through the SNS.

"How horrible that would have been. I would have known to leave the rink earlier and never seen your stupid face."

He was doing his best to look like he doesn't care. He doesn't care that JJ was here or that he was kicking him out. Why should he care?

"You wouldn't have been able to stay away from me forever," JJ said, rather blunt about it. He knew that they would have found each other, even if they didn't necessarily want to at the time. But since JJ was actively there to see Yuri, there was no way that he'd let the other get away without spending a least some time together.

"And it's better now than at the Grand Prix." He couldn't imagine how it would have been there. And there would have been many more cameras, especially on Yuri - a returning gold medalist. No, it was better they get what they needed to out of their system now.

The next words sounded amused. "We would have been fighting on camera. And I'm sure the tabloids would love to have something juicy." He laughed. He could only imagine what they'd speculate on. He never found that he had much control over himself once they started fighting. It'd be an all too private conversation with an all too public audience.

He gathered his pants and boxers, slipping them on.

"The tabloids would have seen you for the garbage you are. How awful would that have been for you?"

Yuri put on the air of not caring very well. Honestly, at this point in his life, he didn't care who knew or didn't know. He was old enough to make his own decisions and if that decision meant making a spectacle of himself then so be it.

"The Grand Prix will just be when you get fucked for the second time, so.."

"Hah," JJ said. He cared about appearances, though. He didn't want to put himself in a bad place with the tabloids or with his fans. People still were quite loyal to him, even after an extended hiatus, which was pretty impressive if you asked him. He couldn't even manage to stay in Russia for a few extra months, but they stayed devoted to him for years.

"Cute, Kitten." Although his tone definitely said that he didn't think a damn thing that was said was cute. He wasn't impressed.

He knew how these tabloids worked. Much of his life was in the spotlight, especially since his parents were Olympians. He never escaped it. "No, the tabloids would have created something that didn't exist. They don't base anything on facts." He pulled on his shirt, and buttoned up his pants. He went to get his shoes. "They would have made up whatever suited them or got them hits online."

The shift in his behavior a few years back, after returning from Russia had caused some very interesting rumors back home. "It's better not to give them anything." He sat down at the edge of the bed, tying up his shoes.

"And Kitten," he said, looking towards him. "You don't know what's going to happen a the Grand Prix." The unimpressed expression he had held shifted into his typical, cocky smirk. "If you plan on fucking me, though - kiss me first." Although he had no intention of taking it easy.

He was well prepared for this year. This competition was going to be... different.

"Well, perhaps you should learn to care only for what the people who actually give real shits about you think about." Yuri's voice was a little sharp. He was never one to let media ideals guide him to where he wanted to be or how he should feel.

"If you plan on ever fucking me again you'll actually try calling."

Yuri would be taking the gold. It was as simple as that. JJ hadn't accepted that yet, so Yuri would have to show him again and again.

"Well, since the list of people who give real shits about me starts and ends with my family, I think I'll let myself be concerned about how the rest of the world perceives me, too." He sits down on the edge of the bed, tying his shoes.

"Not like I planned on fucking you today," he said. He just planned on seeing him, but this seemed to be a natural end for the day. "But phone calls first, whatever."

He had no intention of letting Yuri win, and no intention to let it be easy for him. He always worked to make each routine harder than the last. And this one would be.

It didn't matter if JJ made it easy. Yuri would take the gold and roll JJ across the ice in a puddle of his own half frozen tears. What he did today was just a taste. He was going to polish both further and his first skate would be getting an overhaul.

He kept it clean and simple for this competition. JJ had yet to see everything Yuri could do.

He looks over at JJ then leans over to pick up JJ's other shoe. He ties a few knots into the laces before tossing it back on the floor.

"Would you actually be calling then?"

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