So this is the first fic I’ve ever written and also the first time I’ve posted on tumblr too, so please be gentle I guess?
This is hella NSFW/18+, so now you’ve been officially warned.
Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky/JJ Leroy
This is set 3-4 years after the end of the series, so all of our engaged couples have been married for a bit.
JJ stared at the note in his duffel again, dumbfounded. For two reasons, really. First, where in the hell did they sell purple and yellow tiger-striped notebook paper? Honestly, really, where? Second, the note itself:
“Room 707. Midnight. Come or don’t. I don’t fucking care.”
There was a room key taped to the bottom in place of a signature.
Closing his eyes, JJ could almost hear the snarl. 11:30 - decision time. He whipped out his phone and began dialing.
“Hi honey! Is everything alright?” Isabella sounded as bright as ever, and he could hear competition recap playing in the background.
“Of course baby, I just needed to check in with my number one girl…I know I told you that I didn’t have anything planned this trip, but I got a last minute invitation.”
“Oh! Did Seung Gil manage to make it after all?”
“So the ice princess finally melted! He’s on our list, so you go and have fun.” Isabella’s voice lowered and JJ could almost hear her grin through the phone “I can’t wait to hear all about it when you get home tomorrow.”
JJ smiled, feeling his heart thud in his chest and his face flush. He’d say there ought to be a limit to how lucky one man could be, but the bottom line
was that he’d always known that it’s good to be king.
“I love you babe, can’t wait to see you again.”
“Love you more sweetie” JJ heard Isabella blow a kiss, which he returned before hanging up. It was almost go time.
Room 707 was on the same floor his own suite, so as soon as the clock rolled around to 11:59 JJ started walking down the hall counting slowly in his head - King JJ would never have anything less than perfect timing. Swiping the keycard right on the dot, JJ let himself into the room and shut the door behind him as quickly as possible. In the middle of the room on his hands and knees and wearing nothing but a ball gag and a blindfold was…Otabek Altin. The Hero of Kazakhstan’s body gleamed in the softly lit room as if he had been oiled down just moments before.
“What the hell dude!? I didn’t sign up for Altin!”
The bathroom door was closed, but Yurio’s response through it was clear, “You moronic moose! You don’t get Otabek! He’s mine!” At this, Otabek’s back arched slightly and his head tilted in the direction of Yurio’s voice. JJ raised an eyebrow (purely for his own benefit, of course) and called back to Yurio,
“You get the privilege of seeing whether you’re worthy of being mine for a night. Now get on your knees and take off your shirt or get the hell out.”
JJ waited a moment and then dropped to the floor in front of Otabek; from the lower vantage point he could see the other man’s ‘outfit’ was in fact completed by the silver cock ring that was restraining his massive erection. As he was pulling his t-shirt over his head, JJ heard the bathroom door swing open and hurriedly straightened his neck to see Yurio stride out in a leather trench coat belted at the waist and stiletto-heeled boots whose tops reached to some unknown point beyond the hem of the coat.
Yurio’s hair was down, swept behind his shoulders by a series of delicately intertwing braids; the Ice Fairy of Russia looked truly otherworldly as he tapped the business end of a riding crop against his open palm. Keeping his gaze locked on JJ, Yurio dragged the crop across Otabek’s shoulders and down his bronze back before snapping it against his buttocks with an audible smack. Otabek moaned and a fresh sheen of his drool began to slide down the gag.
“Otabek, turn!” At this command, he began slowly shuffling around until his body was perpendicular to JJ and Yurio tapped him on the head with the handle of the riding crop. Smiling, Yurio sat down on Otabek’s back facing JJ with one leg draped langurously over the other - revealing that the boots did not stop until the very tops of his slender white thighs. JJ swallowed. He knew this game, and it was one that he liked.
“So, my little moose, do you know what you’re getting into or do I need to walk you through it?”
JJ smiled big and felt a warm rush of blood to his groin. Georgi might always be going on about ‘the flow of the moment’, but in JJ’s book, explicit consent was alway sexy as hell.
“You’ve got a green light on my end, let’s do this!”
Yurio nodded and drummed his fingers against the base of Otabek’s spine. “Then what are you waiting for? Get over here.”
JJ almost stood, but caught himself as Yurio locked eyes with him and slapped Otabek’s ass, leaving a momentary handprint and causing his pale fingers to flush slightly with the impact. Staying on his knees, JJ shuffled forward until he was just in front of Yurio and put his hands on his hips, thrusting out his chest and chin. A 'proper’ sub might have clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head, but with JJ you always got the king, baby. Yurio rolled his eyes and uncrossed his legs.
“You are so proud 'King JJ’. Now you get to prove to me that you’re as good as you think you are. Lick me.”
JJ leaned forward with a grin, reaching for the belt of Yurio’s trench coat until he was bopped on the nose with the riding crop.
“What the hell JJ? You think you deserve my cock? What did you ever do to earn that?” Yurio planted a booted foot on JJ’s chest, sliding it off center until the heel just began to graze his nipple, which perked up in response. With his leg up like that, JJ could finally see that Yurio was naked under the coat and his own cock began to strain against his jeans as he took Yurio’s foot in his hands and planted a kiss on the toe of his boot. Keeping his eyes locked with Yurio’s, JJ ran his hand across Yurio’s ankle and up his calf, feeling the muscles tense slightly even through the leather that separated Yurio’s skin from his touch. Gathering saliva on his tongue, JJ licked languorously up the front of Yurio’s leg and foot, stopping just below the knee and leaving a slick trail glistening against black leather. Yurio was gripping Otabek’s shoulder with one hand and his buttocks with the other, and he dug his fingernails into Otabek’s skin as he leaned forward to whisper in JJ’s ear,
“You think that’s going to cut it? You’re even dumber than you look.”
While he spoke, Yurio thrust his foot against JJ’s straining erection, stroking downward with his toe before grinding in with the ball of his foot. Feeling the
roughness of denim against his bare skin and the friction Yurio was creating, JJ couldn’t help but gasp a little. Regaining control, he grabbed Yurio’s thigh and pushed his groin harder against Yurio’s foot. Curling his back so that he could press his chest against Yurio’s shin, JJ began kissing and nuzzling around Yurio’s knee while he pushed his hands farther up Yurio’s thigh, carefully exploring the cuff of the boot. Just as his fingers found the zipper, JJ’s head was roughly pushed back as Yurio stood up and stalked over to the bedside table, throwing off the coat and exchanging his riding crop for a bottle of lube. Yurio’s bare skin glowed in the low light, giving him an almost angelic aura. JJ’s breath caught for a moment until Yurio’s bark snapped him back to attention.
Smoothly, Otabek switched from all fours to a bridge position, his erect member now straining skyward. JJ watched with interest as Yurio straddled Otabek’s pelvis and Otakbek’s back and legs tensed, but did not buckle. Yurio leaned forward and ran his hands over Otabek’s iron-hard thighs.
“Do you see how strong you have to be to even have a chance at playing with me?”
Yurio smacked the inside of Otabek’s thighs and then stretched one hand elegantly behind himself to pinch one of Otabek’s nipples.
“If you think you can keep up, get over here and face me.”
JJ swiveled on one knee and slid himself sideways until he was staring at Yurio’s face from between Otabek’s firmly planted feet. Retrieving the lube from the floor, Yurio slid his pink and already glistening cock up against Otabek’s and poured a generous stream of lube over them both. Using his hands to grip their cocks together, Yurio massaged up and down the length of their two penises, gently easing the cock ring off of Otabek before tossing it over his shoulder. Licking his lips, he turned to JJ,
“And why are you just sitting there like a dumbass? You have hands, don’t you?”
JJ grinned and began undoing his belt.
“Nyet! Who the hell said you could take your pants off?”
Yurio bareds his teeth and bucked his hips, smacking his cock against Otabek’s with a soft sound. JJ could see sweat starting to drip off of Otabek’s legs and chest with the exertion of having to support Yurio.
“You better get going JJ, you come when I’m ready for you or you miss your chance.”
Keeping one hand firmly wrapped around himself and Otabek, Yurio thrust the other into JJ’s mouth, pulling him forward by his lower jaw. JJ braced himself against the floor with one hand and shoved the other into his waistband, beginning to jack himself as fast as he could within the already strained confines of his jeans.
“What? Are you so distracted that you forgot who you’re here for?” Yurio shoved his fingers farther into JJ’s mouth and squeezed his tongue between his middle and index fingers. JJ nearly gagged, but then began sucking furiously on Yurio’s slick fingers, tasting the faint sweetness of the lube and feeling the almost powdery softness of Yurio’s skin.
“Yes, that’s right, now get ready.”
JJ flicked his tongue against the skin between Yurio’s fingers and felt Yurio’s knuckles scrape against the sides of his teeth. In his peripheral vision, JJ sensed a slight tremble in Otabek’s legs as Yurio increased the pace with which he stroked them together. Frantically, JJ enveloped the head of his penis with his palm and rubbed, smearing precum over his hand and his cock until his muscles tensed and his hips began to thrust as if of their own accord. Yurio wrenched his fingers from JJ’s mouth and buried them in his hair, gripping tightly. JJ let himself hang from Yurio’s clenched hand as he quickly shoved his other hand into his pants and cupped his balls, gently squeezing as he pulled himself into orgasm. Sensation spread from deep in his pelvis to tingle and warm every possible nerve ending and JJ pumped hot come into his hand and all over the inside of his jeans as Yurio’s fingers twisted and tightened against his scalp. Looking up momentarily, JJ was rewarded with the sight of Yurio and Otabek coming together, their cocks sliding together in a mixture of semen and lube, Yurio with his head thrown back panting and even the stoic Otabek clearly struggling to maintain his posture.
Gasping, Yurio dismounted and pulled Otabek upright, gently easing out the ball gag before sliding down the blindfold and kissing Otabek’s face all over and carefully massaging his jaw. Pulling Otabek’s arm over his shoulders, Yurio half carried the much more solidly built man to the bathroom in a tableau that JJ would have had to laugh at were he not so utterly spent. JJ heard the familiar sound of water filling a bathtub and a few moments later Yurio emerged alone, now bootless and bearing a comb and a warm washcloth. Sitting down on the floor in front of JJ, Yurio carefully eased off his jeans and wiped down JJ’s groin and thighs with the washcloth before moving on to gently un-mussing JJ’s hair, first with his slender fingers and then with the comb. Partway through, Yurio kissed JJ on the cheek and bumped their
foreheads together.
“You were good JJ. I wouldn’t kick you out of bed for eating crackers.”
JJ just laughed and slid his head down to rest it on Yuri’s collarbone. After letting him rest there for a minute, Yurio stood up and wrapped JJ in the fluffy hotel spa robe that had been laid out on the bed. Pressing Yurio’s and to his lips, JJ let himself be pulled into the bed and tucked in, robe and all. Yurio then disappeared back into the bathroom where JJ heard faint splashing and Yurio and Otabek speaking softly to each other in Russian as he sank easily into half-consciousness and finally, sleep.
Some time later JJ woke to the outline of dawn around the not entirely closed curtains, highlighting the sleeping form of Otabek, with Yurio nestled against his chest, Yurio’s head pillowed on his arm. JJ began easing himself out of bed when Yurios eyes snapped open.
“Do you have an early flight or something?”
“Then stay, sleep. If you’d worn out your welcome, you’d know it.”
JJ smiled and lay back down, savoring the warmth of the bed and the satisfaction of a night well spent.
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