"I'm not ignoring you by the way," JJ said as he passed a cup of coffee over to Yuri and sat on the bed.

Yuri had not been awake long and his eyes still not focusing properly. Blinking, he looked over at JJ with a scowl. "What the hell are you going on about? It is too early for this."

JJ laughed and sat back against the headboard of the bed. "You are so grumpy in the morning!"

"Piss off!"

JJ continued to chuckle as he sipped his coffee, pulling Yuri to his side, all Yuri could was sink into it and wonder what the hell was going on. Why did he fit so well next to JJ? There was no squirming and wiggling around to find his position- like it had been with Otabek, before he was pushed away. No, JJ did not push him away- he ran his hand over his messy hair and sipped his coffee.

"I'm not ignoring you in practice," JJ said again.

"I heard you the first time," Yuri growled.
"Well, your roommate seemed a bit concerned that you were missing me," JJ said. Yuri could hear the arrogant tone in his voice.

"Phichit is a dead-man!"

That got JJ laughing even more. "Oh you two are so cute together," JJ said.

"Whatever."

"No, seriously pussycat. I paid a lot of money for two weeks with the golden couple. I can't let anything get in my way this year."

Yuri sat up and pulled away from JJ. Why was he so concerned when he was one of the best out there? Paying Yuuri and Victor seemed a bit extreme.

"Isn't that a bit much?" Yuri asked.

JJ shrugged, "Not if I want gold."

It just did not make sense to Yuri. Drinking his coffee, he looked at the time, he still had time before ballet and knew his body needed to stretch a bit. He was not sure how long JJ was going to stay or what really happened at this point.

"So I gotta be heading on," JJ said as he stood up and grabbed his pants. Yuri watched him pull his clothes on then take their mugs out to the kitchen.

Grabbing his robe, Yuri tied it around his waist and followed JJ. When he made it to the kitchen, JJ was rinsing the mugs, then slipping his jacket on.

"See you at practice?" JJ asked.

All Yuri could do was nod. Why was he looking forward to it? JJ reached out, taking his wrist and pulling him to his body. Gasping, Yuri looked up as JJ smiled down at him. "No more trying to distract me at practice," JJ said, his voice low and rumbling through his body, vibrating Yuri's at the same time. JJ kissed him, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. Why was he so affected by this? The way JJ held him was almost possessive like, his entire body was pressed so tight to JJ, he could feel the muscles in his body.

Whimpering out, Yuri hated how this was all going. It was supposed to be a one night stand. Not him swooning in his damn kitchen over the asshole. Even as JJ's tongue slid into his mouth, Yuri was holding JJ's jacket as if it was the only thing keeping him grounding to the Earth.

He felt like a total dumbass.

"What the fuck did you tell him?" Yuri asked, slamming Phichit into the lockers.

"Dude! What are you talking about?" Phichit asked.

Pulling Phichit back and slamming him into the locker again, Yuri was ready to draw blood. "What the fuck did you tell JJ?"

Wincing, Phichit pushed Yuri off of him. "Ow dammit! That hurt!"

He could feel the rage building in him he moment he saw Phichit. Even in ballet, Lilia was all over him about his form and his head not being in the game. Yuri figured she thought he was still depressed over Otabek, but no, he was pissed that JJ knew he was upset over being ignored.

"You're lucky all I did was push you into a locker," Yuri hissed out.

"What are you so pissy about?" Phichit said, rubbing his shoulder.

"JJ said you talked to him."

"Oh, right," Phichit said, taking tape from his bag and sitting on the bench. Yuri waited while he started to wrap a few of his toes. "Yeah, I talked to him… he isn't as bad as you make him out to be."

Groaning, Yuri slammed the back of his head into a locker. "What the fuck did you tell him?"

"Just said you were pouting over him ignoring you," Phichit said, looking up and grinning at Yuri.

Taking his hands, Yuri covered his face and tried to suppress a scream. Why would Phichit say some shit like that?

"Are you fucking kidding me? Why would you do that?"

"Well you were so damn miserable… and you are finally pulling out of your Otabek funk," Phichit said with a shrug, "I didn't want to see you fall back into it."

"Stay out of my fucking business!" Yuri snapped at him. "Why the hell did you have to move to Russia anyway?

"Oh Yuri… so dramatic," Phichit said.

It had been almost a year ago that Celestino needed knee surgery on both knees. They were not sure what to do about Phichit needing a coach. Victor and Yuuri stepped in, offering to help out. Celestino still did Skype calls to stay in the picture till he was healed, but Phichit moving to Russia was a way for Yuri to get his own place and stop bouncing between Victor and Lilia's place. On top of that, Celestino needed more work done on his knees and they were not sure how long everything would last at this point.

"I swear I am going to ship you and your rodents back to Thailand!"

Holding his hand up in defense, Phichit smiled warmly at him. "Yuri, seriously… if you had continued to go on like you had… JJ would have trained then left for Canada and you would have been unbearable to be around. Now stop being an ass and come wrap my other foot… you do it better."

With a heavy sigh, Yuri sat on the bench and took Phichit's foot into his lap. Last summer he had somehow managed to jam and break a few of his toes, and before practice he liked to wrap them in medical tape for support. It have become a thing where they helped tape the other up wherever they needed it these days.

"Can you tape my shoulder?" Yuri asked as he worked the last of the tape on Phichit's foot.

"Yeah, the same as before?" Phichit asked.

Yuri could only nod. He had fallen a few times and kept landing on the same arm that was jamming his shoulder up. The **medical tape that Victor had ordered them seemed to really work well with his muscles.

As Phichit pulled out the tape and Yuri pulled his shirt off and turned- his head went back to last night. The dinner, the movie- how comfortable he was around JJ. It was not making sense. Maybe Phichit was right in meddling, not that he would tell him that, but if JJ had not come over, Yuri knew he would have spent most the night scrolling through Otabek's Instagram account hating himself.

"So… did you two hang out?" Phichit asked, applying the tape to his shoulder.

"Shut up," Yuri growled out.

Phichit just laughed.

Yuri was not surprised that at practice all he got was a head nod and a smile across the ice, but he was able to focus more on his routine and getting his footwork in place. Yakov didn't yell at him nearly as much and he could see how much JJ was truly working- and not ignoring him.

Practice seem to fly by, and as Yuri stepped out the shower, he grabbed his phone to check the messages. There was one from JJ.

JJ: After your shower, you should come over. I can order room service.

So was dinner going to become an everyday thing? All of a sudden his phone was snatched from him and Phichit ran off giggling.

"Oh! Date with the boytoy?" Phichit asked.

"Give me my phone!" Yuri yelled, trying to hold his towel and chase Phichit. It was no use as Phichit locked himself in a bathroom stall. Yuri was beating on the door and yelling as Phichit continued to laugh.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Victor yelled.

Yuri yelped and jumped from the door. "Phichit has my phone!"

"That doesn't mean you run and scream in here! I could hear you out in the hall!" Victor said.

"Fuck off old man! This doesn't concern you!" Yuri growled out.

"It does concern me if you are trying to kill one of my skaters," Victor said.

The door to the stall opened, Phichit smirked at him before handing him his phone.

"All good," Phichit said, smiling at them.

Victor looked between the two as Yuri stomped away. When he looked at his phone screen he saw Phichit had replied back to JJ.

Yuri: Sounds great! I cant wait! 3 JJ: See you soon!

"Phichit! You are fucking dead!" Yuri yelled.

"Oh calm down," Phichit said as he grabbed his bag to leave. "And go have some fun."

What the hell was he doing? Yuri had run all the way to his flat to change real quick. He did not want to show up in messy track pants and a plain shirt again. Grabbing some leggings and a sweater, he braided his hair and ran back out the door to catch the bus. JJ's hotel was a few kilometers away, and he was already worn out from the all the day's work. He had even packed a bag with his workout clothes for the next day for ballet. He hated that he was packing an overnight bag, but he wasn't even going to kid himself.

His heart pounded as the bus got closer to his stop. He had not texted JJ since the last one Phichit sent out, but he also knew JJ would be waiting for him- and it was one less night to spend alone.

"He is just here for two weeks… don't think anything of it," Yuri said to himself.

The hotel JJ was staying at was nice. He had a small suite that consisted of a sitting room and then the bedroom. Yuri set his backpack down and looked around. There was a great view out his window. He was not sure what to say, as this was JJ of all people.

"I grabbed some wine on the way here," JJ said, walking over towards him, "Care for a glass while we order some dinner?"

Yuri nodded and took a seat on the small couch in the sitting room. The room was small but cozy. JJ had his jacket thrown over a chair, his laptop on the coffee table and random items around. It smelled like JJ in there. Yuri figured had to be that damn cologne he always wore.

Yuri hated admitting it, but he liked it.

"So pussycat, what you want for dinner?" JJ asked, sitting next to him, handing him a glass of wine and throwing his arm around the back of the couch.

"Anything but chicken," Yuri mumbled, sipping his wine.

Laughing, JJ rubbed at his shoulder, "Whatever you want."

Yuri was not sure what to do as JJ ordered their food and waited on it. As easy as it was talking the other night, it wasn't happening as much today. He found he drank his glass of wine too fast and had poured another. JJ said would take an hour for their dinner to get there- what does he do with an hour?

JJ was rambling on and on about his training. Victor had him doing some hardcore weight lifting that morning, and then stretching a lot afterwards. JJ complained how sore he was and how he had never worked out like this before. Yuri noticed when JJ moved, his body was stiff and he knew that kind of pain- it was a pain you only got when Victor was training you.

Knocking back his glass of whine, Yuri set the glass down and stood up. Holding his hand out, JJ looked up at him.

"Well come on asshole," Yuri said as JJ took his hand. He dragged him into the bedroom and motioned to the bed. "Strip and lay on your stomach."

JJ gave him a smirk, "Pussycat, I wasn't planning on bottoming."

Groaning loudly, Yuri lightly punched at his shoulder.

"Fucking pervert! Just lay down and take your damn clothes off!" Yuri stomped over to his backpack and knew he had some muscle ointment in there. It was something he had in all of his bags. He never knew when he needed it and it came in handy at times.

Coming back into the room, he had to appreciate the view of JJ laying on his stomach, his red briefs cupping his ass perfectly. Why did the asshole had to look so damn good? Moving over to the bed, Yuri climbed up and straddled JJ's hips.

Opening the ointment, Yuri felt how cold it was on his fingers. Chuckling to himself, he dropped some on JJ's back. Hearing him yell out, Yuri was fully laughing now.

"What the hell is that?" JJ asked.

"Shut up! It is some stuff Katsuki brings back from Japan. Works magic on muscles," Yuri said, smearing the ointment on JJ's shoulders. He knew if Victor was working him out, they did a lot of shoulder and core work. It was important to have strong core muscles, but Victor was sadistic with shoulder work too.

Working his hands over JJ's upper back and shoulders this way, Yuri was able to stare as long as he wanted at the muscles outlining JJ's body. He could feel knots all over his back and worked the best he could to ease them some. JJ's breathing slowed a bit and Yuri noticed his hands were working lower on his back, he hated how much he liked touching JJ and hated that his body reacted so much to this asshole.

"This doesn't smell like that other stuff I use," JJ said.

"Dah, and it works a lot better. I make sure the piggy brings me a case back every time he goes," Yuri said.

He was not sure how long he had been rubbing down JJ's body till a knock at the door startled them both. JJ was still in his briefs so Yuri went to get it. A tray of food was waiting for them. Bringing it in, Yuri saw JJ slip on some jogging pants- they fell way too low on his hips - and meet him in the sitting room.

"Oh that smells amazing!" JJ said, walking to Yuri and kissing his cheek. "Thank you for the massage, I can already feel a difference."

He knew he was blushing. Dammit- he needed to get ahold of himself. It was bad enough JJ was just sitting there with his shirt off, those stupid tattoos on display and his insanely perfect abs. Yuri could feel his cock slowly swelling as JJ sat back in his chair and smiled at him.

"Aren't you hungry, pussycat?" JJ asked.

Growling, Yuri stepped over where JJ was, taking his face forcefully in his hands. Staring into those blue eyes only made all his resolve snap. Mashing his mouth to JJ's, it was all tongue and sloppy. He was not sure what had gotten into him- but he blamed JJ for it all.

He felt all of this was a damn set up- and if fucking was what JJ had on the agenda, then Yuri was finally going to get it. Letting JJ's face go and stepping back, they were both gasping. That stupid grin was wiped off JJ's face. Taking his wrist in his hand, Yuri pulled JJ behind him.

Dragging JJ into the bedroom, he pushed JJ on the bed.

"I'm tired of these fucking games," Yuri said, pulling at JJ's pants. "You are going to finally fuck me and get it over with."

Notes:

**The Kinesio® Taping Method is a therapeutic taping technique offering support to muscles, but also rehabilitating the affected condition as well. (not going into great details on it, but you can see a lot of athletes use this)