Yuri ran his hand down his face. He had ten missed calls from Yakov, and about the same amount from Victor. Had one picture really done all this?
Of course it had.
Grabbing his pajama pants, he slipped them on then excused himself. As he walked down the hallway- he remembered he left Phichit in bed with a naked JJ. Shaking his head to himself, he had to wonder what the fuck the internet would think of that!
Stepping out to the balcony, Yuri took a deep breath and ignored the notifications that continued to come into his phone. Scrolling through his contacts, he called the only person he could think of.
"Yurio?"
"Fucking hell pig!" Yuri growled out, "Don't-"
"-sorry."
Taking another deep breath, Yuri ran his hands through his hair, not even sure what to say.
"I… well…"
"It was bound to get out," Yuuri said.
"But… well… how bad is it?" Yuri asked.
"Well… Victor is currently on the phone with Yakov and they are speaking Russian to fast for me to keep up," Yuuri laughed out.
"Why is everyone making a big deal over this?" Yuri whined out, sitting in the plastic chair they had on the balcony.
"Think about it, you are a famous international ice skater… and so is JJ. I mean… you saw how big it all blew up when you and Otabek…"
Yuri groaned, yes he remembered. But he was younger then and loved that attention. Him and Otabek after Barcelona trended for almost a year on Twitter. It was great.
This was different. JJ and him were known rivals. So many memes and the fact his angels hated JJ. He could hear Victor's voice as he came into the room, he was definitely on the phone with Yakov.
"Hold the phone so I can hear them," Yuri said.
"-I dunno Yakov… Yuri will do what he wants, you know this! That brat is selfish and impulsive!" Victor said.
Yuri growled. Of course Victor was against him!
"-but he is also young and he has never been able to live the most normal life either. We know what I did! I took off to Japan!" Victor said.
"Ok, that I understood," Yuuri said, laughing into the phone.
"Well at least Victor is on my side," Yuri said.
"So um… Yuri…" Yuuri said, "This thing with you and JJ-"
"Call it a fling," Yuri said.
"Well that answered my question."
"What were you going to ask?"
"Well you did stop by the rink… you even kissed him… then the picture surfaced." Yuri could almost hear Yuuri shrugging on the other end of the phone.
Taking a deep breath, Yuri had to arrange his thoughts. This was a fling! Just a fling!
"Ok… I may like him more than a fling."
Where the fuck did that come from? How come he could never lie to Yuuri? He just wanted to get laid… he just wanted to live again. How did Jean fucking Jacques Leroy do this to him?
"I knew that already," Yuuri laughed out.
"What?"
"Yurio… sorry, I mean… You came by the rink… You've been spending time with him. You can't hide from me," Yuuri said.
He hated when Yuuri was right, he really fucking did.
"So what now?" Yuri asked.
"I mean, how do you see this all playing out?"
"I just wanted to get laid."
"But then it became more."
"Fuck off, pig."
"Fine… Yurio."
Touche!
"Asshole."
Yuuri laughed and Yuri even had to chuckle.
"So seriously… what do you want to do about this?" Yuuri asked.
"Can we just forget about it all?"
"Do you think your angels are going to quiet down anytime soon?"
"Fuck."
"Exactly."
"What do I do, Yuuri?" he asked.
"Well… I think Victor and Yakov want you to make a post on your social media, or at least make a statement on your blog."
"Saying what? Yes! I'm fucking JJ!"
Yuuri groaned, "C'mon… grow up."
"Fuck you."
"That's JJ's job."
"I'm going to kill you, you know that?"
"Yup!"
They both laughed. "Ok… let me get back inside… Let Victor and Yakov know I'll say something… well something."
"I think Victor wants to look it over first."
"Fine! Then tell the old man to make a fucking statement."
"Yurio… how about you take a picture with JJ and just some simple hashtags like his was? Maybe a small blurb so your angels can see it is the real deal."
"They think it is fake?"
"Have you not seen?" Yuuri asked.
"No, haven't been up long... I mean… It is the middle of the fucking night."
"True… Ok… so tomorrow, once we are all awake, let's have lunch, ok?"
"Fine, lemme go kick Phichit out my bed," Yuri grumbled.
"Do I even want to know?" Yuuri laughed out.
"Not one bit."
When Yuri went back in, Phichit was still in his bed with JJ still naked.
"Seriously, Phich! Get the fuck out of here!" Yuri said as he walked to the bed, hitting Phichit with a pillow.
"We are reading where your angels are starting wars with the JJ girls!" Phichit laughed out.
Yuri groaned and just climbed in bed. It should be weird having Phichit laying between them- but somehow it wasn't.
"Oh, JJ," Yuri said, "We are having lunch with Victor and Yuuri later."
"Lucky!" Phichit said, "Victor picks the best places and he pays!"
"Such a gold digger," Yuri said, shoving his elbow into Phichit, making him laugh. "Maybe if we are lucky it will be something Yuuri cooked."
"You did always like his cooking."
"Da, that shit is good."
JJ laughed, "Well then it is time to step into the fire, huh?"
"What do you mean?" Phichit asked.
"Well I was talking to Yuri-chan over there… but… I mean we do need to make an official statement or something," JJ said, scrolling his phone, his face turning red. "They will want to know what our relationship status is."
"And this is my cue to leave!" Phichit squealed and crawled from the bed.
"Well that is one way to get rid of him!" Yuri laughed out.
JJ wasn't laughing, he was staring at Yuri, seriously. Yuri groaned and sat back, running his hands through his hair again. He could read the question on JJ's face without him even asking.
Yuri dragged his hands over his face again, "Fuck man… I don't know, ok?"
JJ nodded, then set his phone down, before turning back to Yuri and taking him in his arms. "It's ok," he said before kissing the back of Yuri's neck.
Why did JJ always have to be so fucking reasonable? Yuri almost wanted him to make him admit to something- but it was something he was not ready to admit either.
They stopped by the hotel so JJ could get a change of clothes and then to head to Victor and Yuuri's. He still was not sure how to label him and JJ. This was seeming awfully official to him and ever since JJ asked him- there was like a huge drift that seem to be between them.
He knew JJ would not press him about it, but he could see it in his eyes. The usual sparkle he had was dimmed. Why was this so hard? He couldn't say he hated the asshole anymore- quite the opposite. He just wish he knew how to answer this question about what they were.
Yuri's angels were throwing fits all over social media. Saying JJ was doing this as a publicity stunt, which only caused JJ's girls to say Yuri could only be so lucky to have a guy like JJ.
Watching as JJ was going through is suitcase for a change of clothes, he tilted his head, looking at the man standing there. He never denied JJ had an amazing body- that shit always pissed him off. Well sculpted chest and abs, arms perfectly muscled… and ass he wanted to sink his teeth into…
Shaking his head, Yuri had to stop before he started getting hard… just staring at the asshole.
JJ was loud, JJ made bad jokes… JJ talked about himself at times in third person- and that fucking 'JJ Style'.
JJ also was there when he needed him. He took all his bullshit and had not kicked him to the curb. He treated his roommate nicely- hell, he was even going over to Victor and Yuuri's to deal with their bullshit.
Fuck! Why does he have to be such a good guy?
"Pussycat?" JJ asked.
Yuri had been lost in thought, just staring at JJ. Shaking his head, he was slightly distracted how JJ just stood there in his jeans and topless.
"Penny for your thoughts?" JJ asked, walking over to him, kissing his forehead.
What was it that he wanted to say? He wanted to tell JJ he hated him (though he didn't, but old habits die hard) … but at the same time he was falling for him. He wanted to punch JJ… but he also wanted to fuck his brains out. He wanted JJ to go back to Canada and never talk to him… he also never wanted him to leave.
How does he convey this? How can he make sense of it? JJ was only here for a few more days, and he had to deal with this shit now - but what about when JJ had to leave?
Yuri shrugged and found himself leaning into JJ more, knowing he would support him.
"This turned out quite messy," Yuri mumbled.
JJ wrapped his arms around him, "I'm sorry pussycat… it is all my fault."
Yuri shook his head, "No… I was being stubborn."
"But you are always stubborn," JJ laughed out.
"Ugh!" Yuri slapped at JJ's chest, hearing the slap echo from his bare skin in the room. It sounded louder than he intended it to be. "Shit! I'm sorry!"
JJ laughed, "It's ok, just kiss it and make it better."
Looking where he slapped him, he could see his hand mark start to bloom on his chest. He felt his face warm up as his hand gently touched at it, feeling the heat under his palm. Leaning over, he brushed his lips over JJ's skin, kissing gently at it. Flicking his tongue out, he tasted at JJ's skin, hearing a sharp intake of air from JJ.
"Pussycat," JJ warned.
"Hrm?" Yuri hummed against his skin, running his hands around JJ's body, fingers digging into his back. His mouth easily found his nipple as he started to lightly bite at it.
"We… have… lunch," JJ breathed out.
Yuri hummed again, pushing JJ to the bed- almost laughing at the way he fell backwards on the mattress. His hands worked quickly at the buttons on his jeans, pulling them down his body.
"Aren't I supposed to be putting on more clothes?" JJ asked.
"Shut up," Yuri said, crawling over him, pressing his mouth to his. That was the problem with JJ, sometime he talked to much and this was the easiest way to shut him up. Plus, the way JJ would run his hands up into his hair and kiss him- always made Yuri weak to anything else. Pressing his body into JJ's, Yuri moaned softly when JJ pulled at his hair.
"You wouldn't be teasing me, now would you?" JJ asked.
"Oh you would know if I was teasing you," Yuri said, smirking against his mouth.
JJ flip Yuri so he was on his back. Yuri giggled and yelped out. They really need to be heading over to lunch, but right now, his dick was starting to get hard, and JJ was half undressed. Hands under his shirt pressing against his skin as JJ's mouth worked down his neck. Loud open mouth messy kisses that made Yuri moan and arch his body into JJ's.
"We don't have time for this," JJ whispered against his neck, "we are already running late."
"Like I fucking care," Yuri said, "they aren't going anywhere."
JJ was gently sucking a spot on his neck, it would color, but not brightly. It was driving Yuri insane.
"I don't want to seem rude," JJ said.
"You stopping right now would be rude," Yuri breathed out.
JJ hummed, "We can't have that."
JJ started to slowly undress him, kissing around his body as he did so. Yuri was flushed and almost fully aroused. Stroking his cock while JJ got his lube, he stared over at JJ, unknowingly smiling as he did so. Why did it have to be him of all people?
When JJ came back over to him, Yuri spread his legs and pulled them back. He could see JJ blush as he approached him, biting at his lip.
"What?" Yuri asked.
JJ shook his head. "Trying to commit this picture of you to memory."
Yuri rolled his eyes, "Stop being a sap and just fuck me!"
"Yes my queen," JJ said, leaning down to kiss him and gently pressing in. It was tight and stretched him a bit, but they had just fucked not that long ago and Yuri moaned as he felt JJ fully bottom out.
Usually that comment JJ made would have warranted some growls or backlash from Yuri, but he could feel JJ so deep in him, rocking slowly, kissing at his neck- holding his wrist down to the mattress. He tried to pull his arms up, but JJ had him completely at his mercy.
"This is what you get for gawking at me so much earlier," JJ said, nipping at the skin on his neck, pressing harder… deeper into Yuri. His hold on his wrist was tight, and only turning him on even more.
Another moan and Yuri didn't give a fuck anymore. Let JJ call him whatever he wanted too. His mind was a jumbled mess as JJ continued to rock in and out of him, and he couldn't use his hands to rake his nails down JJ's already torn up back. Thrashing his head back and forth, all he could do was scream out.
"So loud, so fucking sexy," JJ said, thrusting deep in him, rolling his hips so Yuri felt everything . He was coming undone quickly- he could already feel it boiling inside. Another scream and he came the moment JJ thrusted- slamming into his prostate. Crying out, Yuri felt the tears sting his eyes and run down his cheeks. "Ah!" JJ cried out, his hands tighter around his wrist, his body falling on Yuri's, his breathing heavy on his neck.
Yuri fought at the hands on his wrist, but JJ wasn't letting him go. "Let go!" Yuri breathed out, struggling with his arms again.
JJ shook his head, "Not yet…"
"Ugh!"
"Let me have you a little longer," JJ whispered into his neck.
What the hell was that supposed to mean? Yuri's mind was foggy and lust ridden. "You can have me… just don't ever let go," Yuri whispered.
JJ gasped and closed his eyes. Those were words he thought he would never hear.
