The good thing with Yuri being obsessed over his brother— was there were less interruptions when he was with Otabek. Yuri never had a problem busting in on them, regardless what they were doing and making them stop. Usually it was out of boredom, or just Yuri being an ass— JJ had gotten use to all of this. Yuri was, after all, Otabek's best friend— and he was definitely not going that kind of boyfriend.

The house was quiet as everyone had already gone off to sleep, they had dealt with Yuri pouting all day over Alex leaving for a few days (it was going to be a long three days, he already knew it) and he finally had Otabek to himself.

"You think Yuri is asleep yet?" JJ asked.

Otabek shrugged, "Last I heard he was texting Alex."

"How much did those two text this evening?"

"A lot."

"I've never known Sasha to be much of a texter," JJ said, scratching his head, thinking. No, Alex was more the type that called you— though he did text some.

"I mean, you know how Yuri is… he can get anyone on social media."

"This is true," JJ said, climbing on the bed, crawling over Otabek, kissing him. "Think we will be uninterrupted?"

"Did you at least lock the door?"

JJ nodded, kissing Otabek more, pressing his body into Otabek's. This was the best summer he was ever going to have, being with Otabek— yet again. Sleeping next to him every night, waking up to him in the morning, practicing on the ice and just enjoying each other. JJ could not have asked for anything more.

Small noises came from Otabek the more he kissed him and pushed his cock against his. The one bad thing about still being at home was how quiet they had to be. When they stayed in Almaty, Otabek had his own place and it didn't matter the noise they made— plus it was amazing watching Otabek walk around in just one of his shirts… nothing else.

"I wanna fuck you through this mattress," JJ said against Otabek's lips.

"Again?" Otabek chuckled out, grabbing at his shirt, trying to pull him tighter against him than he already was.

"Can't get enough of you," JJ said, kissing around Otabek's jawline and down his neck. He smelled so damn good, a hint of spice from his cologne— drove JJ wild. "Wanna fold you in half and fuck you senseless."

Otabek whined as JJ bit gently at his neck. The more he told Otabek what he was going to do, the more Otabek would fall to pieces. Otabek would pull at his shirt, push his hips up so their cocks rubbed together, spread his legs wider— make JJ's mind go to total mush.

Pulling up a bit, Otabek had a tight grip on his shirt, pulling it over his head. Looking down, he saw how flushed Otabek was, his face relaxed as he smiled up at him. Fuck he loved this guy. Running his hands under Otabek's shirt, his fingers digging in his skin, never able to get enough of Otabek.

"Are you just going to tease me?" Otabek asked, that mischievous look in his eyes.

"What? Like you teased me earlier?" JJ asked.

"I'd never tease you."

Otabek had been teasing JJ all day, small touches, gestures… then finally they got alone time and Otabek blew his brains out, but Otabek never let him touch him. JJ had been itching to touch and kiss Otabek all over since then.

JJ laughed, grabbing at Otabek's wrist, pinning them above his head, leaning down to kiss him, sliding his tongue along side Otabek's— opening his mouth wider, turning his head, devouring him. The deeper he kissed him, the more Otabek arched up into his body. He knew Otabek loved being held down, he would even try to resist at times and fight back— he also knew Otabek loved that challenge when he could keep him pinned down.

But tonight, Otabek was not giving him much of a fight. Pulling back from the kiss, both of them were gasping for air as he let Otabek's wrist go, moving his hands back down his body, pulling his shirt over his head.

"I'll never get tired of your body," JJ said, leaning down, kissing and licking at his nipples— hearing Otabek hiss out when he bit down on one. "Tell me you are still loose from this morning," JJ spoke against his skin as he kissed up Otabek's chest, sucking a spot under his collarbone.

"Why… don't you check?" Otabek breathed out, his voice catching on each syllable, his hands reaching for JJ, pulling him closer.

Every movement Otabek was doing, he watched as his muscles flexed, defining themselves then relaxing— JJ could watch his body all day, nonstop.

Hands moving down Otabek's side, coming to the waistband the jogging pants Otabek was wearing (JJ's jogging pants) he started to tug them down, kissing his way down his body, stopping to lick at his navel. Pulling the jogging pants down, Otabek had not even bothered with underwear— probably knowing all too well that JJ was going to take off whatever he had on.

Otabek handed him the bottle and JJ dripped some lube on his finger, feeling his hands around Otabek, smiling when he felt he was still partially opened. Otabek gasped when he easily slid in two fingers.

"I'm going to just keep you like this all summer," JJ laughed out, kissing at Otabek's hip, sucking a spot he had already colored purple there. Otabek was moaning softly, and gasping at each thrust of his fingers.

"Jean Jacques," Otabek breathed out.

Ok, maybe he was teasing Otabek a little bit, he loved just spending time kissing his body, making him about explode before he even fucked him. Sliding his fingers out, he quickly shed his pajama pants, slicked his cock down, and grabbed at the back of Otabek's knees.

Seeing Otabek with his legs spread open, his chest heaving, eyes half lidded— his fucking mouth just a the tiniest bit open in a pout— JJ was almost already undone. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed in, both of them breathing out as he did so. Otabek was so warm and tight around him.

He said he would fold Otabek in half— leaning down, pressing his legs back, JJ slowly pulled his cock in and out of Otabek— feeling every twitch and clench of his muscles as he did.

"Babe," Otabek breathed out, reaching for him, grabbing his hair and lifting a bit so they could kiss.

"Fuck… you feel so amazing," JJ breathed out.

"So do you," Otabek said, falling back on the bed, grabbing at the blankets around him.

JJ knew when he hit Otabek in the right place. The way he would moan out and gasp— keeping that angle, JJ continued to push his cock in and out of Otabek, hearing those little sounds more and more.

"Love you," JJ gasped out.

Otabek kissed him again, pulling him down on his body, wrapping his legs around his waist, thrusting his hips up. He could feel Otabek's cock between them, dragging against his skin as he slowly thrusted in and out. Each little thrust causing Otabek to gasp, and his cock to get harder. Pushing all the way in, JJ kissed Otabek just as deep, rolling his hips, feeling Otabek's body jerk against his. Otabek moved his hand between their bodies, stroking his cock as JJ picked his pace up, slamming into his prostate, causing Otabek to bite down on his shoulder.

"Come for me," JJ whispered.

"Ah!" Otabek gasped out, his body shaking and his hand stopped moving.

Otabek's face was sweaty, his hair stuck to his forehead, his chest was rising and falling while he gasped for air. JJ had been close all evening, something about Otabek just made him come completely untangled. Another hard push, a roll of his hips, Otabek clenching around him, and he was quickly spilling and releasing inside of him.

Arms around his back, holding him tightly, the legs around his waist not letting him up, JJ held onto Otabek as hard as he could.

Yeah, this was going to be a damn good summer.


The one thing he could do was work on his skating and still text Alex at least. It was just three days—he didn't know why he was in such a fit. He had just met the guy for crying out loud!

JJ and Otabek had been all lovey dovey kissy face – making Yuri sick. Even when he busted into JJ's room last night—Otabek kissing at JJ's stomach—JJ wearing almost nothing (not what he wanted to see), Otabek cutting eyes his way, never removing his mouth from JJ's skin.

"For crying out loud!" Yuri yelled, slamming the door behind him.

Stomping back to his room, Yuri laid back on his bed, trying to erase the sight from his brain. He started to google pictures of cats—then video of cats. It ended up his watching cat videos till he heard a knock at his door.

"Fuck off!" Yuri said, knowing it was Otabek.

"Yura?"

Yuri growled, rolling to his side, the meows singing from his phone.

"Uh oh… cat videos... what's wrong?" Otabek asked. Sitting on the side of his bed, resting his hand on his shoulder.

"Shut up… Go kiss your stupid boyfriend some more."

"Well I was going too, but that stupid boyfriend was worried about you and sent me in here," Otabek said.

Yuri puffed his cheeks out, he knew he was being unreasonable, but he was annoyed… and alone. Turning on back on his back, he glared at Otabek, "Fine, go do whatever with that idiot."

"Yura…"

"What?"

"Don't be like that."

"No, no, I'm not," Yuri said, turning off the video. "Just bored out of my damn mind!" He really was not mad at Otabek, he was just bored and felt like an outsider at times. When Alex was around... everything felt more complete.

"Well, watch a movie or text Alex," Otabek said, "You know it is good to be bored from time to time."

"No it is not!"

Otabek laughed, "Fine fine, maybe we can all go out one night. I hear there are a few clubs downtown."

Yuri sat up, "You mean they have that shit out here?"

"Yura, where the hell do you think we are?"

"Canada," Yuri laughed out, "I mean… I dunno!"

Otabek laughed, "Text your crush… I'll talk with JJ."

Yuri: Do they have night clubs around here? Alex: Of course. Yuri: I know a fun thing we can do when you get back! Alex: =)

Fuck, why was Alex so cute, even in texting? Yuri had to take the smile for something good. They had been texting all day, and Yuri jumped each time his phone had pinged at him. It wouldn't be much longer and Alex would be back!

He had loved the little bits of info he had gotten off of Alex as they did this. Even a few pictures back and forth. Alex sent him pictures of his skates before he headed out to the ice to practice—Yuri did the same. Alex sent him a picture of the boring hotel room he was staying in—Yuri sent him the small bed he stayed in at the Leroys. Alex even sent him a toothy grin that evening before him and team went out to eat—Yuri sent one as he was headed downstairs to dinner.

He had kept all the pictures, made a folder in phone he labeled 'Alex'.

Yuri: Ok, headed to bed… I like your house better btw. Alex: Night, Blondie! Yuri: 3