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borschtkot) wrote2017-01-10 01:03 am
borschtkot) wrote2017-01-10 01:03 am
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.
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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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."
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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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.
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"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.
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"I don't care where."
It was a quick thing to blurt. Yuri thought he might care but honestly, he found he didn't. He wasn't sure how well his career would work, parted from Russia but he didn't care. Maybe JJ would bend and accept that he was getting too old anyway.
He presses hips forward, grinding against JJ's hips. That hand, oh it was going exactly where he wanted it to go and he moans aloud for it.
"Come on, stop holding back on me.."
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He slid one finger inside of the other. It had been awhile since he had felt this, so he was taking his time to enjoy the way that it felt.
"You do care where," JJ noted quietly. Maybe after they both retired, it wouldn't matter. Maybe they'd just do somewhere different entirely. That was a long time down the line. Yuri had a good ten years left in the sport. JJ had maybe five.
"So I'm going where you'll be."
He added a second finger. Yes, he was taking it slow, but the moans he would get were worth it.
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"Follow me all over the world if you want, so long as you enjoy silver medals."
A little dig but it was being swallowed up by a moan. Yuri's fingers curled against JJ's cheeks, nails digging in. He wished JJ would get on with it but this also.. it wasn't bad. It was nice to have someone be attentive.
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As his fingers moved, adding his third so that he could move this along, he said. "I want you. Not silver medals."
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Yuri arches his back, hair falling loosely back to brush against his back and leave goosebumps over his skin. He drags his nails down JJ's neck, over his chest. He was still flexible, see? He would be glad to show it off for the Canadian.
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"Alright, Kitten, you ready?" he asked, removing his fingers. He needed to coat himself in lube, which he did, before wiping his hand off and gripping Yuri's hips, tugging them towards him.
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e shifts closer using his own muscle, grasping JJ's face to kiss him hotly again. He didn't like to wait, obviously and he felt like he'd been patient.
"More than ready. You're the one taking too long, as usual."
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He returned the kiss, leaning into Yuri's touch. His heart was pounding, and it took him a few moments to gather himself before he started to move his hips. He was afraid his fingers would bruise Yuri's hips with as tight as he was gripping them. He broke the kiss for a brief moment, and said, nearly breathless, "I missed you."