DAY 3 - Rivals

"Mr. Plisetsky!" the reporter called out. "Mr. Leroy just barely beat you! How does this make you feel?"

"That asshole got lucky!" Yuri hissed out, then groaned with Yakov's finger dug deep into his side. He didn't want to do this damn press conference as it was. Fucking JJ had just barely beaten him- all over some technicality bullshit he still challenged.

"Mr. Plisetsky!" another reporter called out. "You two seem to be back and forth with each other on your wins. How will you change your routine for your next skate?"

This time, Yakov leaned forward and did the talking for him. Good, he was sick of these damn questions as it was. It was the same shit- JJ won one skate, he won the next. Actually, he wa really sick of this entire fucking cat and mouse game they played. There were time he thought punching the fucker in the nose was the best option.

He let Yakov finish out the questions, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head. He would put his feet on the table they were at if he was sure Yakov wouldn't murder him first. He hated these damn things- stupid questions, mostly about that pompous asshole.

When it seemed like it would never end, Yuri saw a flash of the man he wanted to tear the heart out of in the back of the crowd. A gesture of his head and all Yuri managed was a nod.

"Well, as fun as this is…" Yuri said, sitting up and grabbing his bag, "It has been a full day and I'd like to go rest now."

"No stuffing your face full of junk food!" Yakov barked- forgetting there was a damn room of reporters.

Waving, Yuri headed out of the area and went exactly where he knew he would be.

The moment he stepped into the locker room, he saw him. JJ and his cockiness just smirking at him.

"Well, hello kitty cat," JJ said, crooking a finger at him.

"Don't think you can just beckon me whenever you want!" Yuri hissed, hating how his body walk towards JJ.

"Oh I think we both know you always come," JJ said, pulling him close the moment he got in arms reach.

He hated how tall JJ was. He hated how fucking perfect JJ's stupid body was. He hated how big JJ's fucking dick was. He hated that he was addicted to it all.

"Didn't you get enough last night?" Yuri growled, biting at JJ's bottom lip.

"I can never get enough of this," JJ cooed, his hands reaching down his body, cupping his ass.

If it wasn't for Yuri's brain short circuiting, he would have fought harder. Maybe if he had reserved his energy instead of fucking this idiot, he would have gotten gold.

"I don't like you!" Yuri hissed.

"Your body tells me otherwise," JJ said, spinning him around so his chest was flush with the lockers.

Gasping, Yuri braced himself, knowing what was coming, hating how his body was reacting to this. Why did he find himself so turned on by someone he fucking despised? Maybe he would seek therapy… but right now, his heart was slamming in his chest as his costume was peeled down his body, all the way to his thighs.

JJ wasn't playing around. A growl and Yuri cursed himself for the way his back arched, making his ass stick out. He didn't want to want this asshole, he wanted to scratch his damn eyes out.

"I heard what you said out there," JJ whispered in his ear. "And I'm always lucky when I can get my dick inside of you." Another growl from Yuri that quickly changed to a moan as wet fingers pressed inside of him. "Oh… still loose from last night," JJ hummed, biting at his neck.

"No more fucking me before competition!" Yuri hissed.

"Then don't come knocking at my door," JJ whispered, biting at his earlobe. "You're addicted to my dick and you know it."

It was then that JJ pressed quickly inside of Yuri, making him moan and press his forehead to the locker. He never would admit it, though the way JJ felt- he did enjoy it more than he wanted too.

"Come on, kitty cat," JJ said, thrusting hard back inside of him, making him gasp and try to hold the lockers in front of him. JJ was never gentle and Yuri liked that. He never acted as if Yuri would break. He would slap his ass, and pound deep inside of him. "No one fucks you the way I do, and you know it."

He refused to agree to any of it. Just pressing back and meeting each powerful thrust. JJ did fuck him the best, and that was why the few times they were in the same place together- he always sought him out.

"Just fucking get me off!" Yuri hissed.

"Of course, my little kitty cat," JJ cooed, reaching under Yuri, stroking him as his cock abused his prostate. "Love how fucking wet you get."

"Shut the fuck up!" Yuri growled.

Stroking, thrusting and Yuri felt his mind spinning. Why did it have to be JJ? Out of everyone, why did he thirst for JJ's stupid large cock? Another slap of their skin and he was screaming into the locker. His cock was pulsing, making a mess of the floor. JJ stroked him through it, then took hold of his hips tightly and slammed back into him. Gasping and whimpering, Yuri felt his body jarred back and forth as JJ continued fucking him.

He knew JJ was close as the hands on his hips tightened. He knew the bruises left there from before would be darkened. He didn't care. A strangled moan and JJ was pulling out, stroking and releasing all over his ass before slapping his ass cheek one last time.

"Always a pleasure, kitty cat," JJ breathed, fixing his own costume.

"You made a mess of my ass!" Yuri hissed, standing and turning trying to see.

"Your ass looks best covered in my cum," JJ said, moving behind him and smearing the cum.

"Fucking stop!" Yuri growled, though he wasn't moving away. "Get my damn towel from my bag."

Standing and waiting, Yuri tried to just catch his breath. JJ came over and wiped the towel over his bottom, then leaned over to kiss his neck.

"None of that lovey dovey shit," Yuri growled, pulling his costume back up. "Zip me and leave before I do. Fuck if I want people to see us together."

"Of course," JJ laughed as he helped to zip the back of his costume. "See you next time?"

"Wipe that damn smile off your face!" Yuri hissed when he turned around, facing the asshole in front of him.

Arms around him and JJ was crushing a kiss on his mouth. He found his body melting into JJ as their tongues swiped next to one another. JJ pulled back and kissed his forehead.

"I'm taking gold next time," Yuri whispered.

"You can try," JJ laughed, before letting him go and walking out the locker room.

Oh he hated how JJ always got the last fucking word.