#justiel

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so, so married

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Justin and Daniel playing Guess Who

Justin: Is the person in question prettier than you?

Daniel: Yes

Justin: *proceeds to flip almost all of the tiles*

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After watching all the clips about the homescreens of Swiss skiers and learning that Daniel doesn't look at his phone before a race...

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A little oneshot that I've been chipping away for this weeks' osws fandom challenge for the prompt

❄️ Fake Relationship ❄️

Justiel, set somewhere after Justin's second knee injury.

Rating: M characters: Daniel Yule, Justin Murisier, Luca Aerni, Marc Rochat, Ramon Zenhäusern, Matteo Joris, Nicola Macron, OC length: 4'000 words

The training went well, the coach was in a good mood the entire morning, the weather promised to deliver another flawless summer day, and when the cardio coach announced that they would have the afternoon off, everyone should have cheered. The rejoicing was subdued though because a mysterious cloud hung over the group that cast a dark shadow over all of them. On the long gondola-ride down into the valley, Justin could not hold back any longer. He poked Daniel in the ribs with his elbows.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing!" Daniel snapped, and moved away as far as the narrow bench, and Ramon occupying the remaining space, allowed.

"Yeah, sure," Marc said from the opposite bench, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's why you've been in such a sunny mood the entire morning."

"I am not in a bad mood!" Daniel exclaimed angrily, his voice getting louder the higher Marc's eyebrows rose over his forehead.

"You have been snippy since we left the house," Luca threw in.

"You almost kicked a tourist up there," Ramon added, and nodded towards the mountain station that gradually became smaller and smaller in their field of vision.

"He was cutting in line!" Daniel yelled. "Just because you've travelled ten thousand kilometres and have one day to see Zermatt, Lucerne and Zurich doesn't mean you can just do as you please! This is…"

"Daniel!" Justin barked, and Daniel pressed his lips together. His furious glare crumbled like the snow on the glacier once he met Justin's eyes, and with a groan he let his head fall back against the scratched glass of the gondola.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"What is it?" Luca asked. "We can help you."

Daniel laughed joylessly, his eyes closed. "No, you can't. Not with this."

"Try us," Marc said.

For a moment, Daniel remained motionless. "We're going to Scotland for Grandpa's 75th in two days."

"And you…don't want to go?" Ramon asked when he would not continue.

Daniel shook his head. "I want to go but things have become so awkward since…since his neighbour got it in her head that she has to set me up with one of her grandchildren."

With a sigh, he sat up straight again, and stared gloomily on his feet while the rest of the people in the gondola tried to process his words.

"Does she know you're…" Luca began but petered off.

"It's her grandson," Daniel explained.

"So just tell her you're not interested," Justin said, and made Daniel laugh again.

"Wish it were so easy." He sighed again, and after a short hesitation added. "Because he is interested."

He looked up into the faces of his sympathetic yet also barely comprehending friends, and finally his desperation burst out of him. "He's fucking interested and he just can. Not. Take. A. Fucking. Hint! It's all 'oh, you see, at St. Andrews where I study…' and 'at St. Andrews we always do blah blah…' and 'My mates from St. Andrews and I love to go skiing in Courchevel. The French Alps are just so blah blah…" and every word out of his mouth just makes me want to vomit. I'm trying to be considerate and sensitive because my grandparents have been living next to them for the past fifty years, and they like their neighbours and I don't want to make things awkward for them but their grandson is just such a bloody bell end. And the worst of all is that you can't take one step up there without the old biddy knowing about it so as soon as I arrive on Grandpa's door step she'll call him."

Silence fell after that anguished declaration. It was Justin who broke it.

"That's it?"

Daniel's head whipped around. Justin's smile turned into a laugh when he saw the outrage on Daniel's face.

"I thought it was something serious, like an injury," he said while he pulled his phone out of his backpack. "Or that you want to retire."

He handed his phone over to Marc, and threw his arm over Daniel's shoulder. Marc understood him without words, and snapped a row of pictures of Justin grabbing Daniel's head, and putting their foreheads together.

"What the hell?" Daniel exclaimed.

Justin let go, and turned his face towards Marc. "Smile!" he ordered, and rested his head on Daniel's shoulder.

"And?" he asked Marc.

Marc shrugged, and flipped through the pictures. "He didn't smile but I think it just makes it better. It looks like he didn't know the camera was on him." He handed the phone back to Justin who mustered the pictures with a satisfied nod.

"Congratulations," he then said, and grinned at Daniel. "You now have a boyfriend."

"What?" Daniel repeated helplessly. "No, that's not…"

"It's genius!" Luca threw in.

"Thank you," Justin said, still grinning. He typed away on his phone, and shortly afterwards, Daniel's own gadget vibrated in his pocket.

"You can put one of the pictures as your home screen. When he asks you say we're keeping it low-key for the time being."

"Tell him you fell in love with a handsome country boy from another valley but his family doesn't accept you so you have to keep it secret," Luca threw in.

"Or you can say I just don't want to shout it from the rooftops yet," Justin said, and pointedly stared at Luca.

"Tell him they're savages in Val de Bagnes," Marc added. "Barely human. But you can't help yourself, the sex is simply mind-blowing."

"Excuse me!" Justin yelled.

"Tell him you bet you can't find a country boy like that at St. Andrews," Ramon said, and they laughed when Justin threw up his hands.

"Guys!" Daniel spoke up. "I can't…" He was interrupted by the telltale rattling that announced the entrance to the valley station.

"Hold that thought!," Marc grinned, grabbed his things, and jumped out while the doors were still swinging open.

They lugged their skis and material through the crowds of tourists and back to the house where they had spent the past week. Putting everything away took its time, and when Daniel had all his skis lined up the way Nicola liked it, and hanged the inside of his ski boots out to dry, and stuffed his suit and the jacket into the wardrobe, the others had long left for their own rooms. He smiled when he opened the message from Justin with the two pictures, and sank down on the edge of his bed. Justin found him like that when he came crashing through the door, and unceremonisouly dropped his things on his own bed.

"And you don't mind…" Daniel asked without looking away from the picture. It really was a lucky shot, Daniel's wide-open eyes hidden by Justin's hand, and his surprised exclamation frozen to something that seemed like a laugh as Justin came in for a kiss.

"Of course not!" Justin panted, and kicked the shells of his ski boots under his bed. "I wouldn't have done it otherwise."

Daniel hummed, and switched to the other photo. Indeed, it looked as if Daniel was staring out of the window on the other side of the gondola, and not at Marc, his confused expression making him look as if he was deeply lost in his thoughts.

"I don't plan on ever going to Scotland," Justin said as he plopped down next to Daniel. "And I don't think you'll ever invite him here, so we're safe." He chuckled as he looked at the picture. "I make a great pretend-boyfriend."

Daniel snorted though he could not hide the fond smile washing over his face. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I do!" Justin exclaimed, and stood up again. He walked to his suitcase next to his bed, its contents spilling out on all sides. "I am funny, easy-going, romantic…what else?"

"You snore and you leave your stuff scattered all over the room," Daniel added.

"You love that about me," Justin retorted, grabbed his towel, and disappeared in the bathroom.

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The hottest weeks of summer passed, and with the first gust of autumn winds, the unending river of tourists pouring down on Zermatt died down to a trickle. Their absence finally left enough space in the restaurant at the top of the mountain for all the groups using the glacier as training ground and, as always, Marc and Luca had managed to snag the one with the best view. Justin joined them with a cup of coffee, and with a contended sigh sank down in a free chair. Training had picked up speed, the new season was fast approaching, and the coaches became sterner with every day.

"When will it end?" Luca muttered, his head resting on a bunched-up sweater.

"You tell me," Justin said as Daniel sank down next to him. "I have to do something. The coach's jokes about me changing the group are getting less and less funny. I don't want to leave! And he wants to send me to the giant-slalom-group of all things! Can you imagine having to train day in day out with that uppity Caviezel? Also I've heard they want to send the snooty brat from Hérèmence too. No thanks."

"Eh, Loïc's nice," Marc threw in. "He's just shy. And you're not exactly helping him come out of his shell."

"Snooty," Justin muttered in his cup before he turned his head to Daniel. "Anyway, I don't want to leave you guys. I love it here and…" He broke off. Daniel sat unblinking, his face white as a sheet. When he realised that everyone was staring at him, he flinched, and jumped up again.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" he muttered, and clamped his hand into Justin's shoulder. With a confused look back to their friends, Justin put the cup down, and followed Daniel into the hallway towards the souvenir shop and the gondolas.

"What's wrong?" he asked while Daniel restlessly paced up and down on the sturdy felt carpet.

"He's coming here," Daniel blurted out, and wrung his hands.

Justin frowned, and pressed against the wall to make space for Daniel pacing in front of him. "Who?"

"The guy!" Daniel exclaimed, and finally stopped. "Grandpa's neighbour's grandson! He…" Here Daniel gestured quotation marks into the air, "…convinced his mates from St. Andrews to come to Zermatt instead of Courchevel for a fun weekend before the start of the new semester."

Justin burst out laughing but Daniel was still in utter distress, and began to pace again.

"He wants to go for a pint with us. I don't want to go for a fucking pint! Not with him!"

"Daniel, that's no problem," Justin said, and grabbed him by the shoulder. "How often do you see couples over the age of 16 make out in broad daylight? It'll be the easiest thing to keep this up. All we have to do is sit next to each other, touch each other's arm once or twice, maybe call each other Honey Bear or Poulette, and we'll be fine."

"I can't keep going on with this," Daniel muttered, and stared into the distance. "I'll have to come clean; tell him I don't fancy him at all."

"What? And risk the good relationship between your grandparents and their neighbours?" Justin laughed. "It's our duty to…"

"I wrote to him that we broke up."

Justin's laugh fell, just like his hand from Daniel's shoulder.

"This was insane from the beginning!" Daniel spat, and tore his fingers through his hair. "What if someone from our team sees us in the pub and comes over? Or really just anyone who trains next to us on the snow? Back in Scotland I told him we're fresh, not even my own family knows about it, because what if he had talked to them? Or to his grandmother who would have told my Grandpa who would have told her that he doesn't know anything about a boyfriend?" He stared at Justin but he was too focused on his ski boots all of a sudden.

"I'll just tell him I don't like him in that way, and whatever happens in Scotland, happens. I don't care."

Justin's chest heaved with a short snort.

"You won't meet him," Daniel continued, "not if I can help it. But if you should cross him in the unlikeliest situation, just tell him we didn't pan out. Don't invent stuff, just…don't. Please."

"We just weren't meant to be," Justin said flatly. He smiled, though it did not reach his eyes. "Shit happens."

Daniel exhaled, and closed his eyes for a second. He tried to meet Justin's eyes. "Exactly. I'm glad you understand."

Justin nodded, and pushed away from the wall. "Of course. We should go, the break's over."

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The snow kept its form longer this time of the year, and did not turn into unskiable sludge like during the height of summer. The coaches had left the course from the morning to simulate a worn-out track, and one after the other the athletes hurtled down the slope. A small patch of the mountainside was fenced off. It was reserved for the first winter tourists, and amateurs of all skill-levels pushed the soft snow downwards. A handful of them always lingered near the fence, watching the pros at work. At first, nobody took any heed when another group stopped by, only when they started to hoot and cheer did they turn their heads. Their ski outfits were top of the line and pristine, their faces young and forgettable.

"Oh god, just kill me now," Daniel muttered, stepped into the pair of skis Nicola had prepared, and slid away towards the group.

"What?" Nicola asked into the air.

"Old…acquaintances from Scotland," Justin explained.

"He better acquaints himself with the course soon unless he wants to walk down to Zermatt," Matteo grumbled as he fiddled with the radio strapped to his chest.

“I’ll go first,” Justin said, and lined up at the start gate.

They practiced until the sun started to sink towards the mountain peaks. The group from before had long since moved onto the patio of the restaurant, and had watched them from above.

“We’re going for a beer first before we’re going down,” Luca said to Justin while they finished putting together their things. “Should I order one for you too?”

Justin shut his backpack, and threw it over his shoulder. He shook his head. "I don't feel so well. I'll see you back at the house."

"Okay…" Luca said with a frown, and watched as Justin walked through the turnstile. Only a few people were standing in line, which only existed because nobody felt like sharing a gondola. Justin also stayed put while the couple ahead of him entered their cabin, even though there would have been more than enough space for him. Nobody except Daniel took notice of the man with the eye-wateringly expensive skis coming from the restaurant, and slipping past the queue.

"No no no!" Daniel yelled, and dropped the pair of skis he had in his hands, grabbed his jacket, and sprinted towards the turnstiles. "Dave, wait!"

Justin was too busy with his bags and backpack, and only realised that he was not alone in the gondola when the man was already sitting on the opposite bench. Daniel ran past the queue and the flimsy barrier separating the people from the exit ramp, and slipped in at the last second before the doors shut, and the gondola bolted out of the mountain station. For the first few seconds, while they were still rattling over the masts, only Daniel's gasps filled the silence. Justin stared at the guy with a blank look while he seemed very pleased himself. Daniel, meanwhile, looked miserable.

"I'm sorry for butting in like that," the guy eventually began, with a grin that showed he was not. He held out his hand to Justin. "I'm Dave."

Justin looked at the hand, and back at Dave without moving one muscle. "Daniel's grandfather's neighbour's grandson who studies at St. Andrews," he said.

Dave laughed, and dropped his hand back into his lap. His ski trousers and ski jacket were brand new. "The one and only."

Neither Daniel nor Justin said anything but Dave was not bothered in the least.

"I could convince my mates to change up our usual pre-semester trip," he explained. "Something different for once. It's not quite like Ibiza but almost. I guess that means we'll have to go somewhere warm for New Year's," he mused, and looked out of the window. "Maybe the Caribbean? Though everyone always loves Courchevel…" Slowly they crossed the tree line, and scraggly firs started to spring out of the ground.

With a shrug, Dave came back from his thoughts, and grinned at Justin again. "It's fun, I mean, getting out of the usual rut for once. And even more fun when it means I get to see Daniel." Here he winked, and stared at Daniel until he pulled his lips into a thin smile. Then, Dave turned to Justin. "But now I also get the chance to tell you what a bloody idiot you are."

Justin slowly cocked his head. That and a slight frown was the only indication that he had listened.

"He's just joking," Daniel pressed through clenched teeth.

"I'm not!" Dave laughed. "Do you know how many words Dan used to speak to me before he met you? It was like trying to communicate with a tree. A handsome, handsome tree." He let out an exaggerated sigh as he looked at Dan. "But then I ask one little question about the picture on his phone, out of politeness, I might say, and all of a sudden I can't get him to shut up anymore."

"I was drunk…" Daniel interjected, his cheek glowing bright red.

"It was early afternoon," Dave corrected. "And I learnt more about motocross than I ever cared to know in my whole life. Also I'm happy your knee is okay again, and also that your sister found another job, and…" He leant forward, and mustered Justin's face intently. "Yeah, those are grey. But not that pretty, no offence. I mean, if you're into that…"

Justin barely acknowledged him, his gaze locked in on Daniel who was leaning his head on the scratched window with his eyes closed.

"So imagine my surprise when I come here and learn that you broke up with him. I…"

"It was mutual."

Dave paused, and stared at Justin with a surprised expression.

"I didn't break up with him. We both agreed it's just not the right thing," Justin said softly, and looked at Dave.

As if he was finally realising the tense situation in the cramped gondola, Dave's eyebrows shot up. A short frown flickered over his face before it was hidden under another grin. He turned to Daniel again.

"All the better that I'm here now, right? I'm at the Cervo, we could take our pint at…"

Justin did not let him finish. "You could take a hint, for one."

Dave's glare was now unmistakably hostile but Justin still was unbothered, even as the silence stretched uncomfortably long, and only ended when the gondola suddenly sagged a little before dashing into the valley station.

"I'll write to you," Dave said to Daniel, and with one last, withering look to Justin climbed out.

Daniel and Justin followed him outside, and watched him trot away without sparing them another glance, his skis dangling against his leg. When he had turned the corner, Justin adjusted the straps of the heavy backpack, and lifted one pair of the skis on his shoulders.

"I've forgot my stuff up there," Daniel said, trying to fill the heavy silence. "I'll just…"

He broke off as Justin turned away wordlessly, and walked away.

"Justin!" Daniel said with rising desperation but Justin ignored him.

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Marc, Luca, and Ramon were lounging on the patio of their chalet when Daniel returned from his trip back to the glacier. The sun was setting in earnest behind the mountains now, and a cool breeze carried the first signs of the coming winter down the golden hillsides.

"Why is Justin sulking in his room?" Luca asked through the open door, and grabbed a handful of peanuts from a bowl in the middle of the table.

With hanging shoulders, Daniel walked through the living room towards the hallway. "I'll talk to him," he muttered.

"Dinner's ready in twenty minutes," Marc yelled as Daniel disappeared through one of the doors.

With his last strength he carried his stuff through the room, and dropped everything on the ground in front of his suitcase. Justin sat on his bed with his back to the wall, scrolling through his phone. Without a word Daniel shrugged out of his jacket and ski trousers, grabbed a towel, and walked to the bathroom. He stooped, the door in his hand, took a deep breath, and turned around.

His voice was brittle. "I'm sorry," he said. "About…everything. I should have shut this down way earlier, not…" He broke off, and took a deep breath. "Look, whatever you're thinking now, I don't want things to change between us. My feelings for you are my problem alone. It won't change how I…your friendship is too important to me and I'd never do anything to threaten it. So…yeah." He shrugged, and quickly fled into the bathroom but he had no chance to turn the key as the door was roughly pulled out of his hand again. Daniel flinched back, at the sight of Justin blocking the entire door , effectively locking him in the windowless room.

Justin did not move or speak, only stared at Daniel, and quickly he wiped over his cheeks. Justin kept staring even as Daniel helplessly stared back, until he finally gathered all his remaining little courage so he could look him in the eye. His breath hitched when he saw those bright, grey eyes lingering on him.

Lingering.

Tears swimming.

Daniel's shoulders slumped.

"Oh."

Justin laughed, and before Daniel could move, had him wrapped in a painfully tight hug.

"Oh…" Daniel sighed again as he clung to Justin like a drowning man.

"Yeah," Justin laughed, and noisily pulled up his nose.

“Why did you never say anything?”

“I didn’t want to lose you too,” Justin rasped. “Duh.”

Daniel laughed. Hugging Justin was not new, and yet it was, and he never wanted to let go of him anymore.

“We can never tell the others,” he said, and they both laughed again.

“Luca will never let us hear the end,” Justin muttered. “He will be insufferable.”

Slowly, Daniel released his grip around Justin until he could look at him. His head spun madly when Justin closed the gap for a kiss, and when he remembered that from now on, he could do it whenever he wanted, he laughed again.

“I felt like crying when you broke up our fake relationship,” Justin confessed, and a soft blush crept over his cheeks.

"I was sure you'd forgotten about it," Daniel whispered.

Justin shook his head. “But when that moron told that story…”

Daniel groaned, and leant his forehead against Justin’s shoulder. “You know the worst thing? I really was drunk.”

Justin burst out laughing. “In the middle of the day?”

Daniel sighed. “It was the last lunch, and Grandpa had pulled out his entire Whisky-collection for a tasting. I was just trying to get sober again in the garden when he came over…god, just the memory...”

“Lightweight,” Justin teased.

“Am not!” Daniel exclaimed, and pushed Justin off. “You have no idea how big Grandpa’s collection is!”

Justin grinned, and kissed him again.

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nothing to see here, just a married couple during game night

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Do you think if we stand apart as far as possible nobody will realise that we're wearing the exact same outfit?

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My first fic for the new osws fandom challenge was a loooong time coming. Also it is actually twice as long because I practically scrapped the whole thing save for the one sentence I once teased in an ask-game. 🤦 I had a little trouble finding the vibe but now it is done and it will not get any better, so...tadaa

prompt #1:

❄️ The First Time ❄️

After Shots

rating: E pairing: Daniel Yule/Justin Murisier, Daniel Yule/Justin Murisier/Sofia Goggia characters: Daniel Yule, Justin Murisier, Sofia Goggia, Federica Brignone, Kristoffer Jakobsen (mentioned) length: 4'400 words

The bar was packed to the brim with patrons, even more than usual now that the World Championships were in full swing, the noise loud enough to make eavesdropping impossible, and the light dim enough that nobody could see where Daniel's hand was resting as he sat pressed against Justin.

"Forget about it," he said, his next attempt to cheer his boyfriend up. "What is done is done. You'll have other chances to prove yourself, in real races."

Justin did not budge, his eyes locked on the drink in front of him. Daniel hated to see him like that, and he hated even more that there was nothing he could do to stop the re-run of the doomed slalom in Justin's head. As a last resort he grabbed Justin's drink, and with that finally made him look up.

"I said you have to let it go."

Justin huffed, and grabbed the drink out of Daniel's hand.

"You're better than this, and you know it. Everyone knows it."

"Right," Justin muttered, and Daniel had to lean closer to understand him over the noise. "That's why they're letting Gino start in the Super-G."

Daniel silently cursed the coaches for their decision. He squeezed Justin's thigh, trying to convey everything he could not say with words. Justin did not expect an answer though, and with a sad smile emptied the glass.

"I think I'm calling it," he said, and softly pushed Daniel away.

"But…" Daniel tried, though he could not finish the sentence as suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around the both of them.

Sofia glared at him sternly. "Whatever you're saying: Stop it!" She whipped her head around, and Daniel caught a mouthful of brown hair as Sofia mustered Justin.

"I hope you take that second run in the Combined as the sign that it is," she said. "Slalom is shit and will always be shit. Don't ever do that again!"

"Hey!" Daniel piped up, though immediately a warm feeling spread in his chest when he heard Justin laugh.

"I'm serious," Sofia said, and turned her head again. She stood on tiptoes and yet both Daniel and Justin had to bend slightly down on their barstools, and Daniel felt the tingle of his muscles in his back. He tried to sit straight again but Sofia kept them locked in her embrace, her body pressed against them at once soft and yet immovable.

"I really don't know why you're doing this to yourself," she said, and wiped another strand of her hair from Daniel's cheek. "You have so much more in you than slalom."

"Thank you!" Justin exclaimed on the other side. "I've been saying this for years."

Daniel returned Sofia's smirk. Her cheeks were flushed, and the feisty gleam in her eyes did not come solely from the lights above. Before he could say something, she finally let go of them, and slapped her palm on the bar.

"Shots!" she yelled, both an announcement and an order to the barkeeper who began to put a row of tiny glasses down in front of them.

"Are you…celebrating your result in the training?" Daniel asked.

"No! Not that one!" Sofia said, and the barkeeper stopped in his tracks. "Take the good one!" She watched as the barkeeper stood on a stepladder, and grabbed a bottle from the top shelf. Daniel tried to catch Justin's eyes but he was looking over his shoulder, staring at the booth the Italians occupied. Most of them had already forgotten about Sofia, and were deep in conversation again. Only Federica, sitting on the very edge of the couch, still looked at her; or, rather, glared.

"Is everything…okay?" Daniel asked as he turned back towards the row of shot glasses. "Between you and Fede?"

Sofia pushed one of the glasses into his hand, another in Justin's, and raised a third. "Cheers!" she said, and emptied the shot in one fell swig. They followed suit, and Daniel coughed as the strong liquid clawed its way down his throat.

"I am celebrating!" Sofia proclaimed, and smashed the glass back on the counter with so much force that Daniel was surprised it remained in one piece. "Because I am single, and I can do whatever I want, and what I want is get drunk and fuck someone. So!"

She handed Daniel and Justin another shot, and knocked back a second glass.

"You broke up with Fede?" Daniel asked.

"No, because we were never together," Sofia answered curtly.

"Again?" Justin added, ignoring her remark.

"Oi!" Sofia exclaimed, and wagged a finger in Justin's face. "You don't get to say something like that! Not after you tripped over the first gate."

"But you just said…" Justin said but was shushed by Sofia.

"Drink!" she ordered, and waved at the glass in his hand. Justin rolled his eyes but complied.

"You too," Sofia said, and looked expectantly at Daniel. With a sigh, he did as he was told. The second shot already hurt less, and a different kind of warmth began to spread through his body. For a moment Sofia looked around, at the bar and the ground, but before Daniel could ask she wrapped her arm around his neck again, and pulled herself up until she was sitting in his lap.

"Better," she smiled, and distributed the last of the glasses among the three of them.

"Okay…" Daniel began before a whirl in the back of the bar caught his attention. Fede had grabbed her bag, and pushed towards the exit without care for the other people in the bar. Slowly, Justin turned around in his chair, and caught Daniel's raised eyebrows. He shrugged, and emptied his third shot.

Sofia cleared her throat. She sat quite heavily on Daniel's thigh, and he did not know how long he could bear her like that. She tugged at the collar of his shirt with the arm laying around his shoulder.

"We're all waiting for you," she said. Daniel sighed, put his arm around her middle to keep her from wriggling around, and drank the last shot. Sofia smiled, and plucked the glass out of his hand. Her body gave off warmth like a furnace, so much that Daniel wondered whether she was running a fever, and her perfume, fresh, almost tangy and as un-girly as he would have expected from her, made his head spin.

The shots definitely started to work.

"The same again, please!" Sofia said to the barkeeper, and swivelled her head in all directions.

"Okay," she said to Daniel and Justin, "who should I fuck tonight?"

Justin grinned, and looked around. "How about her?" he asked, and pointed at a pretty Blonde in a booth nearby. She and her friends had come straight from the slopes, and in the heat of the bar she had undressed down to her thermal undershirt that hid none of her curves. Sofia, however, wrinkled her nose, and shook her head.

"I don't want a woman," she said, and pushed three of the new glasses towards Justin.

"Right," Justin deadpanned.

"Tonight," Sofia added, and: "I want to fuck a man."

"Okay…" Justin muttered, and grabbed one of the glasses. He clinked it against Sofia's, winked at Daniel, and knocked it back.

"A few of the Swedes are on the other side of the bar," Daniel said, and nodded towards the impenetrable wall of humans around them. "How about Krille? He's fun, attractive…"

Sofia snorted. She handed him one of the glasses, and stared at him until he drank the shot.

"I'm sure he's also never had anything up his ass," she said. "He'd probably cry."

"Well, you see, when it's a man and a woman together in bed, nobody has to take it up the ass," Daniel said, slowly as not to slur. He was not sure if he could stomach another two shots. And to think that it was an ordinary weekday and he was supposed to be fit for training tomorrow…

The look of Sofia he received was full of exasperation. "I'm not interested in getting fucked by boys."

"We know," Justin smiled.

Sofia glared at him before downing another shot.

Justin joined her, and with a thoughtful look stacked his two empty glasses together. "That makes things a bit more complicated," he said. "It's one thing to find a man in a bar for an ordinary fuck but for pegging…"

Sofia pondered his words for a moment, and slowly drank her next shot in small sips. Daniel flinched when she suddenly jerked up, and slammed the glass down on the counter. A bright smile washed over her face, and she tightened her grip around his shoulders. Even four shots deep Daniel could see the idea clearly in her eyes, and he laughed.

"Nice try."

"Come on!" Sofia begged.

"Sofia, I…" Daniel began but broke off when his eyes fell on Justin. He had wanted to tell her that he had a boyfriend but said boyfriend was currently very busy biting through his lower lip with a look of pure hunger, and Daniel's brain froze. Sofia chuckled, and laid her other arm against Daniel's chest, effectively hugging him.

"I think he'd like that," she said softly. There was no need to tell Daniel, he had eyes too. The reason he could not form a coherent thought anymore, other than the alcohol, was that he had not known until this moment that Justin apparently had a fantasy that…

"You would like to…watch…me…getting…?" Daniel asked. The bright red flushing over Justin's cheeks was answer enough.

"Why did you never tell me?"

Justin shrugged, and hastily drank the last shot in front of him as well as the one of Sofia.

"I didn't know how," he mumbled. "But you look never more beautiful than when we're…and I sometimes think if I could watch it once from the outside, really see how you…"

Daniel stared at Justin, and only found back to the reality of the stuffy bar when a finger traced his jawbone. Sofia was still beaming at him. She snatched one of the two remaining shots in front of Daniel, and drank it without taking her eyes off him.

"I promise it'd be worth it," she smiled. "I'm really gentle. Or rough, if that's what you like."

Daniel looked at her and Justin, their cheeks both glowing, her smile inviting, his bashful, and he felt the insides of his head spin like the inside of a washing machine, and he laughed.

"That's…a lovely offer," he said, and pressed a kiss on Sofia's almost scalding cheek. "Wished I had known about it earlier so I could have come prepared."

Sofia's smile did not waver, and neither did her eyes fixated on Daniel until he understood.

“Seriously?” he asked.

Sofia cackled as she relished in his surprise. “What? I'm only travelling with the bare essentials.”

In her back, Justin burst out laughing, and with a wink, Sofia handed Daniel the last shot.

-----

Justin bustled through the cramped room as soon as the door shut behind them, kicking sweaty clothes under the bed, and closing the lids of his suitcases. He only stopped when Daniel wrapped his arms around him, and pulled him into a kiss.

"You know you can tell me everything," he whispered. "And I'm always up to try new things."

Justin sighed, and hugged Daniel tight. "I know," he said. "I just never knew how to even begin…it was just a fantasy, nothing more. I certainly never imagined it with Sofia, if you're wondering."

Daniel laughed, and leant back until he could look at Justin. "I wasn't but good to know."

A sharp knock at the door tore them apart. The short walk through Courchevel had sobered Sofia just enough, and the cold flecked her cheeks with a different kind of red. She threw the bag in her hand on the bed, and slipped out of her shoes and jacket. Daniel did not wait for an invitation, and rummaged through its content until he found the thing he was looking for.

"Huh…," he said. "That's actually quite a reasonable size." He held the black plastic contraption up by the straps dangling from one end, and pointed it towards a grinning Justin.

"Why so surprised?" Sofia asked with raised eyebrows.

Daniel shrugged, and with a smile put it back on the bed. "I thought you'd be freakier."

Sofia laughed, and stepped closer to him. She was more than a head shorter, and had to crane her neck. "I didn't want to traumatise you during your first time. It is your first time, right?"

Daniel frowned, and thought for a moment. "Like, with a woman, or a threesome?"

Sofia rolled her eyes. Then, she leant slightly to the side until she could see Justin.

"Can I kiss him?"

"Why do you ask him?" Daniel exclaimed, and immediately groaned when Sofia pushed him backwards with surprising force. His foot caught at the edge of the bed, and he landed on the soft mattress. Now it was his turn to look up, and going by Sofia's smirk she enjoyed it tremendously.

"Because it is Justin's fantasy, and we're doing this show for him." She turned her head, and eyed Justin.

He chuckled, and cleared the armchair next to the window from a pile of clothes. "You can do whatever both of you like," he said, and sat down.

Sofia nodded, and turned back to Daniel. "I hope you like getting kissed," she said matter-of-factly as she stroked her fingers through his hair, and bent down. Her lips were soft, though Daniel mostly felt the absence of a beard stubble. It felt…not wrong, but unusual.

He kind of missed it.

Sofia sighed when he broke off from her, and focused his attention on the buttons of her blouse while her hands still stroked his hair and cheeks. She wore a sports bra underneath, and he paused while she pulled the tight-fitting garment over her head. Freckles of all sizes littered her chest, unlike the ones on her face they were not hidden under makeup. Daniel explored them with his lips, wandering from dot to dot, though he felt irritation rise at the constant flow of hair falling right in front of his lips. Sofia laughed at another impatient wave of Daniel's hand, and pulled her hair back over her shoulders, keeping it in place with one hand, and giving him clear view of her breasts.

Her nipples were already hard, standing up straight from the dark mound. She hissed sharply when he bit down into the soft flesh, and a first swear escaped her lips when his tongue flicked over the hard bulge.

"Fuck, that's…" she moaned, and grinded against Daniel, as if she could not be close enough. He looked to Justin lounging in the chair, and they winked to each other, though Daniel lost focus when Sofia's thigh rubbed against his dick, and a first sharp buzz spread through his loins. She felt his pause, and pulled away from him, grabbing his head between her hands.

"Did not know you had it in you," she muttered, and kissed him again. Slowly she sank down until she was kneeling in front of him, and between breathless kisses Daniel hurried to pull his jeans and pants over his hips.

"Why? It's not like there's much difference…" Daniel managed in the short respite while Sofia tore the jeans off his legs entirely.

She frowned. "Are you saying my boobs are small?"

Daniel winced, and tried to gauge the expected answer from her face. Before he could put his foot deeper into his mouth though, Justin clapped.

"Focus, please!" he said from the armchair. "I thought this show was for me."

Sofia laughed at Daniel, and combed his hair back. "You should see your face."

"Very funny," Daniel said, and pulled her onto his lap for another kiss. His hand wandered over her sides, the taut muscles under the soft skin, and further down between her legs. A breathless mewl escaped her lips when his hand stroked over her cropped bush and between her wet lips until he found the small, hard spot.

“Fuck!” Sofia moaned as she jerked away, and looked at Daniel with hungry eyes.

“Not yet,” she whispered, and kissed his jaw before moving down his chest and stomach. With a contended smile he leant back on his elbows. His dick was half hard, and his head lolled back when Sofia took him in her mouth with agonising leisureliness.

“Don’t stop…” he muttered when the pleasant friction left, and was replaced with her hand.

“I don’t know,” Sofia mused, and her tone brought Daniel right back. He lifted his head, and blinked at her.

“I just don’t get why you guy always have to make such a big fuss about…this thing,” Sofia continued, and gave his dick a short tug.

“Can you maybe not?” Daniel hissed, and jerked away from her grasp.

“Sorry,” Sofia huffed, and stroked Daniel’s thighs. “Just being honest.”

Before she could move, Justin’s hand landed on her shoulder.

“You’re really shoving your heterosexuality in our faces,” he said as he pushed her out of the way. Daniel laughed while Sofia gave them a pointed look.

“It’s just not aesthetically pleasing,” she said, and grabbed the strap-on from the bed.

“M-hm,” Justin said but his eyes only saw Daniel. He had undressed to  his underwear, and slowly pushed Daniel backwards until he was kneeling on top of him.

“I thought you were the audience of this show,” Daniel said.

Justin kissed him, well-known with beard stubbles and barely contained laughter. “Just felt like participating all of a sudden.”

Daniel bucked his hips until he touched with Justin, and rubbed over his hard bulge.

“Fuck…” Justin panted, and moved down Daniel’s jaw, pressing kisses on his neck. “I can’t wait to see you fall to pieces…”

Underneath them the mattress moved slightly as something heavy crawled up, and plopped down next to them. They both turned their head in unison, looking at Sofia who stared back smiling, her head propped up on her arm. She raised her free arm, and revealed a bottle of lube.

“My turn again!”

Justin moved quick but not quick enough, and Sofia cackled as she dangled the bottle out of his grasp. The cold strap-on poked in Daniel’s side as she moved, and pushed Justin off. She rose to her knees, and scooted between Daniel’s legs.

“Nobody said anything about two against….ah, fuck…” Daniel broke off with breathless laughter as Sofia’s slicked up fingers started to circle his hole and Justin kissed him again. Neither of them let him escape, all his straining caught immediately by a hand, and all his moans caught by a pair of lips. Pleasure surged through his body in earnest now, though his dick seemed to be the only part of his body that lay abandoned, and he mewled when Justin left him. His eyes needed a moment to find focus, and to see that it was Sofia who had grabbed Justin by the shoulder.

“Watch!” she panted, hitched Daniel’s leg higher until his shin was resting against her shoulder, lined the cold plastic against his hole, and slid forward. Daniel moaned, shamelessly and loudly, writhing in the sheets and grabbing the headboard for support as he was slowly torn apart. Sofia pushed on and on until her warm thighs hit against Daniel’s ass, and kept it there. Slowly, Daniel forced his eyes open, and his insides to unclench. His dick was aching for release, leaving a wet trail on his stomach. Justin lay next to him, staring at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, and kissed Daniel again while Sofia started to move again, pulled out a little bit, and pushed inside just brisk enough to hit Daniel’s softest spot. He moaned in Justin’s mouth, Justin’s hands everywhere where Sofia’s weren’t. She picked a steady pace, slipping in and out of Daniel with ease, pushing him further and further to the brink, until suddenly she stopped, and Daniel’s moans deflated to a pitiful whimper.

“Go on!” he panted around Justin’s kisses. “Please, fuck…”

“No!”

“Fuck…” Daniel cursed when Justin left his side, and reluctantly opened his eyes again though it quickly turned into a breathless laugh when he saw Justin’s scowl, and Sofia’s hand wrapped around his wrist while the rest of his hand was hidden underneath his pants.

“Keep your hands away from yourself!” Sofia ordered. “Or I will stop right now!”

“No!” Daniel exclaimed, and Sofia giggled.

“How can you watch when you’re too busy wanking?” she asked Justin. Begrudgingly, he pulled his hand out.

“You little…” he growled but in that moment she pushed forward again, and tore another moan out of Daniel that buried Justin’s words. She picked up the pace again, leaving Daniel no more time to recover. Stars danced in front of his eyes with every move, and with his hand he clawed through the sheets until he found Justin’s.

“Fuck, I…” he panted as surges of electricity ran up and down his spine and he could do nothing more than arch his whole body towards Sofia and beg with every breath. She did not falter or even stop when he came, and simply pounded Daniel through the orgasm until he fell back into the sheets like a ragdoll. He did not even have the strength to hiss anymore when she pulled away from him, simply laid there, feeling the mattress move under his body. Justin’s hand was still in his, first soft and tender but after a few moments tense and strained. When he heard a quiet moan, Daniel opened his eyes.

“I thought you didn’t like…this,” he muttered, and waved with his free hand towards Justin’s middle.

With a wet sound, Sofia let go of Justin’s dick, and languidly stroked it in the rhythm of Justin’s jerking hips. “I said I didn’t get why you have to make such a big fuss about them. Of course I know how to handle them.” She grinned. “Not that it’s very difficult.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Justin whined. “Can you…”

Sofia gave a Daniel a look that said ‘See?’ before she bent over again and made Justin call out new swears. With his free hand, Daniel grabbed Justin by the chin, and pulled him into a long kiss, absorbing every moan and gasp the way Justin had done for him. It did not take long until Justin’s body shuddered before locking up, and his hips came to a stuttering halt. Daniel kept kissing him until they were both gasping for air, and looked up into the smug grin of Sofia.

“You’re welcome,” she said, gave both their thighs a pat, and lurched forward. Daniel groaned as she landed half on him, half on Justin, and wiggled until she was resting between the two of them. A few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, glued together by beads of sweat while the big rest continued to tickle Daniel’s face and neck. His hand was stuck underneath her back, and he pulled it out by shoving her closer to Justin until she was resting against his shoulder.

“Okay,” she panted, threw one leg over Justin’s thigh, pulled her labia apart, and pointed a finger directly below the vulva. “That’s the clitoris.”

Justin snorted, and pressed a kiss in her hair. “Now you’re underestimating us a little bit.”

“I can’t know that yet,” Sofia shot back. “So, anyway…” Whatever she wanted to say died in a choked gasp when Daniel unceremoniously put his hand over said area, and rubbed over her clit. With a sigh she arched her hips, trying to get more of the sweet touch, though her face fell when he pulled his hand back, and with a soft groan sat up.

“You think you’re so funny,” she grumbled.

“I know I am,” Daniel said while he crawled between her legs.

With a sigh, Sofia’s head fell against his shoulder, and she closed her eyes as Justin drew slow circles around her breast, smaller and smaller until he found her nipple.

“So, anyway…” Daniel echoed, and leant forward. Her cunt was as hot as her cheek back in the bar, and he felt the muscles clench underneath the wet skin as he licked over the hard nub, tearing a first, high-pitched moan out of Sofia. Her thighs pressed against his head, even though Justin strained to keep them apart.

“Fuck…,” she gasped, again and again. “Fuck, Daniel….fuck…more…”

Daniel took his time, circling the tip of his tongue around her clit, sucking and licking in succession, and eventually pushed a finger in the tight hole. Sofia writhed, gasping for air, and kept cursing as she came undone under Daniel’s touch. He kept his tongue in place, sucking her clit as it tried to retreat back into her body, until Sofia’s movement became weaker, and with a final gasp fell back against Justin.

She was still gasping when Daniel laid down next to her, cursed, sat up, pushed her long hair over, and laid down again.

“Damn, I did not know that about you,” Sofia eventually said.

Daniel shrugged. “It’s not that difficicult.”

Sofia chuckled, and softly shoved her elbow in his ribs.

A long silence followed. Daniel had lost all sense of time, though the crack in the curtains showed that it was still deepest night.

Sofia was the first to move, raising her head as far as her trapped hair allowed. “Okay…,” she began, “maybe I should…”

“Don’t be silly!” Justin interrupted, and picked up the blanket that had fallen down sometime during the action while Daniel tested the buttons in the wall above the nightstand until he found the light switch, and darkness fell over them.

-----

Hushed curses and the mattress dipping underneath his body woke Daniel up. He opened his eyes a crack, just enough to see Justin on the other side of the bed watching him motionlessly. He winked, and moved his chin just the tiniest bit toward his feet. Daniel turned his head slightly, and observed Sofia from the corner of his eyes as she slipped into her clothes, picked up her shoes and bag, and snuck out of the room. When the door shut with a soft click, Justin laughed, and put his arm over Daniel.

“And?” Daniel asked. “How was that for fantasy-fulfilment?”

“Not bad for the first time,” Justin smiled, and cupped his cheek. “Thank you.”

Daniel smiled back, and tenderly stroked his cheek. “I love you.”

Justin closed the last gap between them for a soft kiss. “And I love you.”

“Also, I have a terrible headache.”

Justin chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

[koenig-armon]

Happy Birthday

rating: T pairing: Justiel length: 1'200 words

Justin did not know what woke him in the morning but it was either the soft snoring coming from the other bed in his back or the dull, throbbing headache behind his forehead. He remained unmoving where he was, pressed against the warm body next to his on the narrow bed, one hand tucked under his head and his eyes closed. Of course he could not fool Daniel, and after a few moments, a finger started to stroke through his beard and over his cheek. Justin kept his eyes wisely shut, and smacked his lips a few times. He had something very important to say, and he did not want to sound like a frog. His mouth was dry, and his tongue had grown a layer of felt overnight.

“Do you still know what I told you about trying to out-party Odi?” Daniel’s voice was a bit hoarse from sleep but as soft and as fond as the finger caressing his beard.

Finally, Justin opened his eyes. The curtains were shut tightly, and the harsh sunlight of the morning was dimmed to a pleasant twilight. The air inside was probably rank but also cosy and warm, and Justin decided a burst of fresh air could wait. Daniel watched him with an amused smile, and gently laid his hand on Justin’s cheek. Justin’s heart grew wings and fluttered in his chest; even after all their years together he could not get enough of Daniel.

“Let me remind you that he’s half a decade younger than you,” Daniel continued, and stroked his thumb over Justin’s cheek.

Justin cleared his throat softly, and moved his head a bit forward to kiss Daniel. “Happy birthday.” Pleased with the sound of his voice he moved his head back into the hollow that had formed in the pillow during the few hours of sleep. Daniel followed him though, and kissed him again, even though Justin’s breath must have reeked.

“Thank you,” he whispered when they broke off. For a while nobody said anything, and they smiled at each other while the soft snoring continued unperturbed, and ever so often a scraping noise sounded from the floor.

“Remember what you promised me last night?” Daniel eventually asked. “What we’d do to make it the best 30th birthday of all time?”

Justin’s heart skipped a beat, and a soft tingle rushed down his spine. No, he had not the faintest idea what he had promised the love of his life last night, and it was only Daniel’s obvious amusement that prevented Justin’s bad conscience.

Daniel moved his hand, and combed through Justin’s hair. Justin closed his eyes, and sighed.

“You said I’d wake up with your lips around my dick, and we’d have mind-blowing sex before even leaving the bed,” Daniel began. Justin winced.

“Then, we’d go for a hangover-breakfast and a spa day in Alexis’ hotel. Apparently you booked it with him personally, and he assured you we’d have the whole place practically to ourselves.”

“Oh no,” Justin whispered, and Daniel could not hold back a chuckle.

“It was exactly three a.m. when you told me that, and of course that immediately made me a bit uneasy. I wrote Alexis, and he wrote back that you called him only a few minutes earlier but he could not understand you over the music.”

“Oh nooooo,” Justin said, and drew the word out until he ran out of breath.

“Yeah,” Daniel said. “By the way, you don’t need to hurry with your apology. He said he blocked your number and will unblock you after the world championships.”

“That’s fair,” Justin acquiesced.

“M-hm,” Daniel answered, and kissed Justin on the tip of his nose. “Afterwards, you said we’d go back to the hotel, and then on a romantic walk along the reservoir for the artificial snow to that restaurant with the 400-euro-pizza for an early dinner. You said we wouldn’t have sex in the evening because, and I quote, I need to preserve my rocket fuel for the big race.”

“Indeed you do,” Justin muttered, and opened his eyes again. Daniel’s smile had turned to a full-on beam, and tenderly he stroked over Justin’s blushing cheeks.

“I’m sorry that I can’t keep my promise,” Justin said. “But if you want we could at least do that thing with my lips around your dick?”

“Please don’t.”

Justin froze, and Daniel laughed softly at his shocked expression.

“Morning, Loïc.”

“Morning, Daniel. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

Justin moved slightly, and threw a look over his shoulder. Loïc’s tousled hair standing up in every direction and one half of his frowning face was about the only thing he could see of him as he was on the very edge of his own bed, hidden behind two other bodies.

“Why do you get a bed just for yourself, and I have to share mine with these two?” Loïc complained, and moved around as much as the cramped space allowed. Gino, who was on his back and occupied most of the mattress, smacked his lips, and snorted loudly before falling back into his monotonous sawing. Marco lay with his back towards Justin, and formed the other end of the Gino-sandwich.

“Actually, you insisted they sleep in your bed,” Daniel explained.

Loïc groaned softly. “Really? God, I will never party with you again. I always end up with a headache and so much regret.”

“You felt really bad because you feared you might have ended Gino’s career,” Daniel explained. “Because apparently Gino was cooling his injured leg with the iced champagne bottles, and you wanted to help him with ice from your bucket. I don’t know how but apparently you tripped over the small table between the couches, and you both tumbled off the small alcove in the bar.”

“Huh…” Loïc said, and Justin moved back to face Daniel. “Yes, I think it’s coming back…”

“I didn’t see it,” Daniel continued while stroking circles in Justin's hair, “but you were very apologetic, and carried him almost the entire way back to the hotel. Honestly, I was starting to be a bit afraid that Odi would pitch a fit the way you were doting on Gino.”

“I almost did, actually,” Marco’s voice suddenly rasped.

Daniel smiled at Justin. “Morning, Odi.”

“Morning, Daniel. Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.”

“I was starting to feel a bit angry” Marco confessed, “but then I remembered that you’re not Gino’s type, and there is no reason to be jealous. Also, he really is so cute when he sleeps.”

“He’s been snoring into my ear non-stop,” Loïc deadpanned.

“So cute,” Marco cooed.

Daniel stroked Justin’s cheek again, and gave him a kiss. “We did almost end up with a third in our bed,” he explained. “Thomi was very insulted when he realised that he’s the only one left out.”

“Thomi!” Justin gasped. “Where is he?”

Daniel lightly jerked his head out of the pillow, and looked towards the foot end of their bed. Justin raised his head until he could see the corner of another mattress on the ground, and two pairs of feet poking out behind their bed.

“I asked Luca for a favour,” Daniel explained. “A birthday gift, if you will.”

“Fuck you, Daniel,” Luca’s voice piped up from the floor. “I hope your next decade will be miserable.”

“Thank you.”

“Is anyone actually still asleep in here?” Justin asked.

“You mean other than that oaf next to me?” Luca retorted.

“Gino!” Marco added sharply. “And don’t you dare wake him up!”

Tenderly, Justin grabbed Daniels hand, and they smiled at each other. For a moment, the room was filled with almost peaceful silence, only interrupted by Gino’s snoring.

“Daniel?” Loïc suddenly piped up.

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t know what happened to our medals?”