My first try at a smutty oneshot. If people want a second chapter then let me know in the reviews and I could write one more, continuing on from this one. (It'll be more smut though.)
"Shit," Yuri cursed as his blades scratched against a bump in the ice below him. The sunglasses in his hand slipped from his grasp and went flying into the chest of the raven haired boy in front of him.
"Keep going," Otabek spat, locking eyes with the blonde. Welcome to the madness played on as Yuri flung his hand out for the taller boy to pull off his glove. He did so with his piercing eyes still locked in a magnetic gaze. The blonde changed arms and Otabek's teeth clamped into the leather of the second glove. Yuri stared up at him, his lip began to tremble slightly and his mind went blank.
"No," he sighed, shaking himself out of his dazed state. "Stop the music!" his disgruntled voice echoed around the badly lit building. In turn the music stopped playing and a ringing sound filled the room. "I can't skate properly in this shit-hole, the ice isn't even smooth." The Russian scowled as he turned his head to scan the dim, unkempt ice rink.
"Your fingers are still in my mouth, Yuri." The dark haired boy's voice was muffled as he grinned down at Yuri, who immediately pulled his hand away.
"Tch" the blonde scoffed and turned away, folding his arms in a huff. "I don't know how I'm ever supposed to perfect this routine when i'm stuck with this crappy, old rink to practice on."
"We're only here for a couple more days," Otabek told him. "It's going to be perfect, we've got time." He placed a strong hand on Yuri's small shoulder. The Russian turned around, the black eye-makeup highlighted the rage in his blue eyes as he stared the taller boy down with electric passion. When he saw Otabek's slightly shocked expression the anger melted away. Otabek squeezed Yuri's shoulder, "you feel tense."
"Yeah," his sigh was visible as the chill from the ice clung to his breath; which drifted from between his lips like a haze of winter mist. "Beka, I need a break, I think I need to blow off some steam."
"Sure, you're frustrated, I get it."
After taking off their skates, the two made their way back to the changing rooms and slumped down on the uncomfortable, wooden benches. Otabek's eyes traced over the slim contours of Yuri's body beneath his black tank top, and all the way up to the defeated expression that painted his face. "I keep messing up," Yuri's voice was stained with disappointment. "Why do I keep messing up?"
"It's always at the same part," Otabek smirked, "the part where you're in front of me, and I take off your gloves."
"Tch," Yuri's pale cheeks flushed with crimson. "So? And what about it?"
"Is it too much for you?" the taller boy's question seemed to be one of genuine concern, but Yuri took it as a blatant insult.
"Too much? You think I can't handle my own routine?"
"That's not what I'm saying."
"Then what are you saying exactly?"
"We need..." Otabek paused to choose his next words carefully. "We just need a better connection on the ice. You need to dominate." Yuri clenched his delicate hands into fists. He launched himself into his feet and stood in front of his friend with a smouldering fire in his eyes.
"Well then let's practice, right here." Otabek raised an eyebrow at him, but Yuri grasped his hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, we don't need to be on the ice to practice this part."
It seemed a little strange to be stood in the middle of an old changing room with no music, but the way that Yuri's icy, blue eyes were locked onto Otabek's lips made him feel slightly weak at the knees. He kept his eyes focused as he thrust his arm toward his partner, who in turn tore the glove from his hand with a lustful smirk. He threw his other arm forward, the cool skin on his fingers grazing against the soft skin of Otabek's lip. He could feel the boy's warm tongue glaze over his fingertips. The pressure of his teeth biting down on the material, roughly. Suddenly Yuri's mind went blank, and as the taller boy tried to rip the glove off the pale hand, the blonde didn't pull his arm back in time. It took a moment before Yuri realised what he had done and he yanked his hand away, throwing his head back in annoyance. "Damn!" he yelled. Otabek grinned wildly.
"See, you can't handle me, Yuri."
"I can handle you just fine, Beka!" He took a step backwards into position. "Let's try again!"
"What's the point?" A strand of dark hair fell over his deep, brown eyes as he spoke in a low tone. "This is not the way for us to gain a better connection." He paced forward until his muscular, tall frame loomed over the smaller boy. His hands grasped at Yuri's sides, earning him an anxious gasp. Otabek lowered his head until silky, blonde strands of hair brushed up against his face. The sound of Yuri's elevated heart beat echoed inside his eardrums. The taller boy's hot breath could be felt against Yuri's cheek. "You can handle me, Yuri?" his voice was a deep purr. "Then show me."
For a moment all that could be heard was heavy breathing as Yuri let his thoughts race through his mind at record speed. It was as if Otabek had lit a fire within him, and after a moment's thought, a decision was made. Two pairs of lips collided in a hungry, passionate embrace. Slim arms flung themselves around Otabek's broad shoulders, and larger hands tangled their way into longer, blonde hair. Still locked in a deep kiss, Otabek slid his hands under Yuri's legs and lifted him up. Curious hands explored the contours of Otabek's strong body, making their way from around his back to his front, snaking their way under his shirt. Wet tongues fought against each other for dominance as adrenaline coursed through their bodies like an electric current that powered them to kiss harder, faster, deeper.
"I didn't know," Otabek huffed between heated kisses, "you had it in you."
"Shut up," Yuri breathed pure lust into his ear, causing his knees to buckle as the two fell back onto the wooden bench with a thud and a pained groan. The smaller boy straddled his friend, grasping at his larger hands and pinning them down by the sides of his head. Yuri thought that the look on Otabek's face was priceless when he began to grind his body down into his crotch. His darker cheeks began to turn red as he gazed in awe at Yuri, who's eyes were narrowed with fierce with determination.
"What's the matter, Beka?" he smirked, grinding down into him again, listening as the moans his friend was trying so hard to stifle began to escape. "Can't you handle me?"
"Fuck," his teeth clenched down onto his bottom lip and his eyes squeezed shut as he tried desperately to compose himself. Both of them could feel the tightening in his jeans. Yuri shifted himself down slightly so he was able to fumble at Otabek's belt buckle with his slim fingers. "Wait, Yuri, you don't have to..." he was cut off by quick lips and he groaned into the kiss as a warm hand stroked across the bulged denim.
"I'm going to show you that I can be dominant."
"Ok...ahhh!" Yuri's hands had made their way into Otabek's pants, and he grasped at the hardened length that he found there. As soon as the hand was there, it was gone again. Yuri raised his hand toward Otabek's startled face.
"Spit." He ordered, Otabek hesitated, then complied. Yuri's hand, now lubricated, grasped Otabek's length once again, this time moving up and down slowly. He looked over at Otabek who's body seemed to be paralysed by lust. He could only watch as Yuri's hand worked up and down, his usually innocent looking face painted with a mischievous and seductive smile.
"Nnngh..." the dark haired boy gasped as Yuri quickened the pace.
"You like that, don't you?" he grinned, his eyes burning into Otabek's body as he watched the way that it writhed and twitched when he payed extra attention to the most sensitive parts. "I'm asking you a question," Yuri frowned down at the boy beneath him. "Answer me." Otabek simply replied with a long, loud moan as Yuri worked his hand around the head of his length. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Yes, yes" his voice was breathy between gentle moans. The blonde moved up so his face was in level with Otabek's, his hand still working skilfully.
His warm lips puckered against the other boy's neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. "Ahh... fuck." Otabek's hips began to buck upwards into Yuri's hand. "Yuri... ngh... i'm getting close." A satisfied smile spread across the blonde's face, and he gently bit against his partner's neck.
"Before I let you finish," he purred into Otabek's ear. "I need you to tell me that I can handle you."
"W-what?" the taller boy questioned him, which was met by a significant slowing in pace.
"Ahh! N-no, please!" Otabek protested, desperately bucking his hips upwards, trying not to lose the building ecstasy.
"Tell me," Yuri ordered, his tone serious and strict.
"Ok, Ok!" he growled, "you can handle me just fine, now for gods sake Yuri, finish me." Satisfied with the situation, the blonde quickened his pace. Otabek bit down on his lip as a warm feeling built up inside him. Yuri watched longingly as the dark haired boy's face twisted into an expression of pure pleasure. The euphoric feeling spread through his whole body. He let out a deep groan and grasped his fingers into the skin on Yuri's back as he finished, twitching into his hand.
It took a moment for the two of them to come around from what had just happened. The scent of passion hung in the stale air, and the sound of heavy breathing filled the room. Yuri broke the silence first.
"You thought that I wouldn't be able to handle you?" he smirked, letting his glistening eyes meet with Otabek's deep brown orbs. "One little touch and I had you pining for me."
"Hey!" Otabek scowled, "Not fair, you caught me off guard!" The two smiled at each other sweetly, blushing a little. "Let's see how you fair when I have my turn with you then, hmm?" His hand reached forward to cup Yuri's face, but the blonde batted it away.
"No, not yet." he barked. Otabek raised an eyebrow at him in concern. "I need to use this energy to skate my routine perfectly. We can continue later. Meet me out on the ice in five minutes."
"What? Seriously?" Otabek tried to protest, but Yuri stood up and placed a delicate finger under his chin, lifting his face so their eyes met.
"Next time we get to the part where you bite off my glove, i'm going to picture what you looked like, all helpless and horny underneath me." Otabek's face flushed bright red. "I don't think i'll be nervous about that part any more." He turned and made his way out of the room. Otabek's head tilted to the side as he watched Yuri's slender figure strut away, filled with confidence. He leant backwards, supporting himself with his still shaking arms as he took a moment to compose himself. After a minute or two, his expression turned to one of determination and he lifted himself to his feet. 'Let's get this routine right,' he thought to himself, pacing out of the musky changing room. 'Welcome to the madness.'
If you could let me know how I can improve in the reviews then that would be amazing! And let me know if you want one more chapter to... finish them both off...