A TIME QUAD FLIP FOR AGALIO!

[borschtkot]

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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[kingfuckboy]

"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.

[borschtkot]

"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.."

[kingfuckboy]

"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.

[borschtkot]

"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.

[kingfuckboy]

"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.

[borschtkot]

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?"

[kingfuckboy]

He picks up the shoe, and sighed seeing a few knots in it. He mumbled some French curse words, then started to work to untying them. He looked forward to the competition that would be there, between the both of them. There was going to be so many new faces here, too. He looked forward to seeing what would happen.

At the very least, it will be an interesting Grand Prix.

"Yes." His eyes fell on Yuri, almost finished working through the knots. "Will you answer? Because I won't bother wasting my effort if you won't answer." He untied the last knot, slipping the shoe onto his foot, and working on tying it.

[borschtkot]

Yuri leans down, yanking the laces free on the other shoe. It was delaying JJ from leaving in the brattiest way possible and no he wasn't sorry about it either. Nor was he going to out right ask JJ to just stay a little while longer.

"I'd answer, if I felt like it. Or wasn't practicing. Or didn't know it was you."

The last was just a little shitty aside, trying to goad JJ just a little into responding to the teasing.

[kingfuckboy]

JJ was starting to feel like this was some sort of game. He paused, noting his shoes were untied again. He sighs, taking the bait that was placed in front of him. He always did. JJ had a hard time resisting the temptation. Yuri just had a way of getting right under JJ's skin.

"I'm so hurt, Yuri." He starts on his shoes again. "Then I'll just have to call until you answer." He didn't think Yuri would like that answer, of course. He was mostly joking, though. He knew if he really wanted to see Yuri, and the call wasn't successful, the only other option would be to just show up.

[borschtkot]

Yuri leans down, sliding his fingers through JJ's to prevent him from being able to use one hand effectively. It meant his head was pressed against JJ's shoulder, forehead planted there as he pushes a little.

"I guess I would have to block your number after awhile... just so I could focus on practice.. Need to stay on the top of my game so it's an even bigger defeat for you."

[kingfuckboy]

JJ has effectively stopped tying his shoes, letting them set untied on his feet. He sighed deeply, realizing he was losing some battle that he wasn't even aware of until just now. He tangles his fingers in Yuri's, almost holding his hand - almost. His head shifting a little, not wanting to knock Yuri off of his shoulder.

"Of course you do. I thought you wanted me to leave." Maybe he didn't, though.

[borschtkot]

"Of course I want you to leave."

Yuri shifts a little closer, pressing his lips against the side of JJ's head, beside his ear. He's shifted so his free hand can slide up JJ's leg.

"I always want you to leave...Oh."

His accent gets thicker then, as he whispers into JJ's ear.

"My English is messy.. I meant I always want you to come"

[kingfuckboy]

JJ snorted. He moved one hand to catch Yuri's on his leg. "I'm sore, Kitten," he said. His voice was sincere, it didn't sound like a complaint, but he knew well that his body was going to rebel against it for now. He had asked for Yuri to be rough with him. He had liked it.

His thumb moved over Yuri's hand he had caught. It was slow, gentle motions. "But you know I can't say no." He couldn't resist Yuri. He didn't necessarily want to. He liked this time with him, and they had three years to make up for. "As long as you want me to come, I won't leave. You know you've only ever had to ask that of me."

[borschtkot]

"Who said I wanted to fuck you again..?"

Clearly there were other options. JJ couldn't be sore front and back after all. They could go back to the more familiar for another round and he hoped JJ would understand that was the option being presented.

Yuri shifts, pulling himself across JJ's lap. He finds familiar lips and kisses them. It was warm this time, a long yearned for want being poured out.

[kingfuckboy]

Yuri was all JJ wanted - and all JJ thought about. Upon seeing him now, he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to tell him no. "I think we can do something," he said uncharacteristically quietly, before he was pulled into a kiss.

JJ returned the kiss earnestly. It was filled with three years of want and need to be close to the person who occupied his mind, even when he didn't want him to. His hands drifted upwards, resting on either of Yuri's cheeks, as he held the other's lips to his own.

He panted a little against the other's lips, his tongue pushing past them.

[borschtkot]

Yuri didn't even need the sex. But the closeness he absolutely did need. He loops his arms around JJ's shoulders, biting gently then harder at the older skater's lips He cants his hips forward, grinding their groins together with soft moans.

His fingers tangle in JJ's hair, the same damn haircut the man always had as he kisses harder and deeper.

"I'm not letting you leave this room..." His voice was soft. "I'm not letting you run back to Canada."

[kingfuckboy]

JJ moaned. How could Yuri always do this to him? No one that he had ever been with - man or woman - could quite get him turned on so easily. He seemed to do it with so little effort, too. He probably shouldn't have bothered getting dressed.

His arms wrapped around Yuri's waist. He returns the kisses eagerly, but then Yuri says it. He feels his heart beating harder than ever. Part anxiety and worry, part excitement to be wanted like that.

"I never wanted to," he said. His voice was quiet. "I'm not going to now."

[borschtkot]

"I don't believe you." Yuri whispered back, arms crossing over himself briefly so he could toss the tank top away. He wanted JJ to work for it. Just a little. But he'd give into this physically. Physical didn't mean as much to Yuri any more.

"I don't believe you and I want you to prove it. That this is all you could ever want."

Maybe a little domineering and demanding but Yuri didn't care. He wanted JJ to finally cement what Yuri knew this all was.

[kingfuckboy]

"How?" JJ asked. He wanted to know how he could prove it to Yuri that he was here for him, and that he had no intention of leaving him. He could say a lot of things, he could do things, but he wasn't sure how he would prove to Yuri that he had no intention of leaving him again. He didn't know how he could prove that leaving him last time was such a huge mistake.

His fingers tripped Yuri's face tight, focused hard on the other. "Tell me. I'll prove it to you." In that moment, he probably would do whatever was asked of him.

[borschtkot]

"You'll figure it out."

Yuri decided he didn't want to make it too easy on JJ. He wanted the man to have to learn to read him. To have to stay around long enough to understand Yuri better than he had before.

Just JJ staying would be a fine start.

"You should be making me as sore as you will be right now."

[kingfuckboy]

"Alright, babe," he said. It has been awhile since he felt Yuri like this, too. He was looking forward to it, because he knew that he would not be able to compare the feeling to anything else. He had one more thing he wanted to show Yuri which meant he was serious about this.

He was grinding his hips up against Yuri's, fingers fumbling around for lube. He said then, in Russian, "I want you more than anything. I even learned some Russian, Kitten."

His pronunciation was alright, better than any past attempts. He had tried over the past 3 years to learn and get better. He wanted to be able to share Yuri's language for him. "No more difficulties here." He also felt like it showed how much more serious he was about staying here.

[borschtkot]

Yuri bites at JJ's lips, finding it... exceedingly attractive that JJ was speaking in Russian.. not that he would let JJ know in so many words. No, he would make this difficult until the day he died. Make this man work for everything.

"Your pronunciation is a violation to my ears." He whispers back. Then he switches to that language he abhorred so much, that supposedly romantic garbage.

French. Ew.

"Perhaps you should try harder." Pronunciation was almost perfect, but that thick Russian was indisputably undercurrenting ever syllable.

[kingfuckboy]

Just hearing Yuri speak French to him could turn him on - if he wasn't already from the previous activities. He groaned, feeling weak to the power Yuri had over him. So much - too much. Why had he let someone, let alone this someone, have this over him. Of course, he had always heard that feelings were never a reasonable thing, and this definitely wasn't.

"Beautiful," hes said in Russian. "In time, it will be perfect." And then, he added. "I'll stick around until you make me leave." No one, not a single other person, would be able to force him away from Yuri. He fell confusingly hard for him years ago, and what he felt never vanished.

He lifted his hips to get out of his pants, settling the bottle of lube had fumbled for next to him.

[borschtkot]

Yuri never intended on perfecting his French. It was still.. satisfying that JJ liked the sound of the words falling from Yuri's mouth. It was a point of pride to perfect these kinds of things.

Even if it was something he didn't necessarily enjoy. Maybe he could come to like it better now that the one person who spoke French that he liked was back.

"I'm not going to let you leave." The hands were becoming possessive as he pulls at JJ, lips finding the man's to kiss and bite.

[kingfuckboy]

"I told you, not until you force me out," JJ said. Eventually, he'd need to get a place in Russia. "Anywhere I go, you're coming with me." He was glad the Grand Prix allowed for them to both to travel together. So Yuri would never have to worry about JJ running off without him.

"Or I'll go with you," he said. Clearly, he wasn't going to make Yuri come back to Canada with him. He didn't want to make him do anything. He wasn't sure the other would like it. But he was willing to stay here in Canada.

He liked the feeling of being wanted again. It had been awhile since he had felt like that. He leaned into the kiss, moving his tongue. He fumbled with the lube for a moment, fingers coated with it, before sliding a hand down Yuri's back, resting one hand on Yuri's ass.