((this is a continuation from the beginning of the last chapter… at the diner still - just the JJBek side of it all. (I think a certain artist was wanting to know what JJ was saying to Otabek?) Plus… we haven't had much Otabek POV… so why not now?))

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Jean Jacques Leroy was a fucking dead man. Otabek had no idea what he was going to do with him! He was getting more and more out of control each passing day. All through the meal. JJ was whispers really filthy… very descriptive details of shit he wanted to do with him. His hand under the table was way too high on his thigh…

He had gotten so wrapped up in the shit JJ was saying, and doing to him, it took Yuri throwing fries at him to get their attention. The table laughed and poked fun at them, but he couldn't even begin to engage- not with JJ palming his cock so fucking good and just right! Even as that asshole was feeding him fries and food off his plate, his mind was only on his leaking cock and JJ's stupid wonderful had. Damn that JJ! Even when he tried to pry his hand from his lap, JJ just went at it harder… better.

He had cum in his pants right as dessert came to the table. He was ready to just fucking kill JJ- but every time he looked at his… handsome, smiling face, that murderous rage left him. JJ had this smirk on his face, that all knowing, all telling fucking smirk. Pushing the ice cream bowl away from JJ, Otabek hoovered over it, not sharing.

"Beks!" JJ cried out, holding his spoon out and pouting like a kicked puppy.

"Seriously, Beka… You can't eat all that," Yuri pointed out.

"I can try," Otabek mumbled.

He was just thankful no one at the table caught onto what was going on. They were more involved hearing about the fight Alex was in. Sure, he was concerned too- and was listening… well for the most part… the first time they told the story.

As dessert showed up, his pants were sticky and they were on the fourth retelling of the story. Ace and Evelyne only seemed to get louder, regardless of Benjamin trying to quiet them down. Yuri was all starry eyed for Alex the more his face bruised up… and JJ? Well… JJ was dead man walking.

"Babe," Otabek whispered. "I love you… but I'm going to fucking kill you later."

JJ laughed and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, then dipped his spoon into the over sized sundae they got to split. He hated how he watched JJ's mouth encase the spoon, the way his tongue licked at his lips- everything.

Is this what love was? Wanting to kill your partner? But also knowing if you did, you would miss them way to much… so putting up with their shit regardless? Otabek shook his head and wondered where the hell he went wrong with everything. Somehow, at the end of the day, his heart was JJ's and he loved every annoying inch of that man.

"Just wait til we get home," JJ whispered in his ear, his tongue licking around his ear lobe. Squeezing his spoon, Otabek felt his body shaking- be it from rage, or for what was to come. Shifting a bit, he felt where he was uncomfortable in his soiled pants and got annoyed all over again.

What the hell was it about JJ that drove all of this out of him? They were so polar opposites! Looking back over at him, he felt his heart race as JJ was licking chocolate off his spoon, answering something Ace was asking him.

He had not been paying one bit of attention to anything being said at the table. He wanted to get home, get a shower, then strangle his boyfriend.

When it was finally time for them all to leave, Otabek pulled JJ along. His pants were drying, and not in the best of ways. JJ was yelling his goodbyes as they made it out to his car. Once settled in, JJ went to talk- but all Otabek could do was grab his chin- hard and crush his lips to his. He wanted JJ's lips swollen, he wanted them to even bleed a little bit.

"Asshole," Otabek whispered as he pulled back- both of them gasping as JJ started up the car.

"What was that for?" JJ asked.

"You fucking know what that was for," Otabek growled, shifting in his seat. "Fucking pants are drying and are very uncomfortable!"

"Oh let me feel!" JJ said, reaching out to him.

"Both hands on the wheel, Leroy!" Otabek growled, smacking his hand away.

"Oh I love when you get feisty!" JJ giggled.

"Just remember… I made no promises not to kill you."

"Yeah, but you would miss me too much!"

He hated just how damn true that was. Even with his pants as uncomfortable as they were, he knew he loved that idiot and he knew they were making plans for this to be their last year apart. It excited him, but also at a time like this, make him wonder if had gone clinically insane.

There was something about JJ- maybe it was how carefree he was, how emotional he was, or just how damn much they loved each other. He knew people found JJ annoying, but he also could easily ignore that. He knew JJ was cheesy as hell, but he kinda loved that side of him the most. What other guy purposely looks for lame pick up lines to read out to you… on a daily basis? What other guy picks flowers from the backyard and places on his side of the bed for him to see after his shower? What other guys goes out of his way time and again for him- regardless?

With a heavy sigh, Otabek shifted in his seat, still very uncomfortable. Oh, he would get JJ back, that was a given.

What he was not expecting- was the minute they got back to JJ's room and having JJ behind him, undoing his shirt and kissing his neck. Somehow JJ grew another set of hands as his pants were undone and JJ was back whispering filthy nothings in his ear.

"Time to make you moan," JJ whispered.

"Shit… at least wait until we're on bed JJ!"

JJ hums in approbation, though clearly not listening. His hands immediately down into his underwear and pulling them down. Gasping out, Otabek fell to the floor, his cock growing hard quickly under JJ's touch- his mouth hot on his neck.

"Dammit, JJ!" Otabek growls out. The bed is literally right in front of them! Yet here he was, on the damn floor, his knees already protesting. The moment JJ breached him with a wet finger, it was quickly forgotten.

"Can't help it," JJ whispered in his ear, "Just being around you… can't keep my hands off of you."

"Bed… can… we?" Otabek's mind was gone though. JJ was spreading him quickly open, fingers deep and massaging at his prostate. All thoughts of killing him long gone, his mind clouded with lust- wanting JJ inside of him. Maybe this was JJ's weird power over him- pissing him off, then fucking him senseless?

He would think about it more… but later.

The way JJ worked his body was pure perfect torture. He had already cum once, and hell if he was not close already. Head falling on his arms on the floor, he pressed back into the fingers stretching him, feeling every kiss JJ peppered on his shoulders.

"They way your ass is sucking at my fingers," JJ mumbled, pressing deeper into him. It made Otabek moan, unable to think. "Fuck… you are so sexy like this."

Another moan and Otabek was ready to start begging. JJ was very good at torturing him when he wanted too. Most the time he was too damn impatient- but obviously today was not one of those days. Pressing back, meeting the rhythm JJ had going with his hands, Otabek was whimpering and whining softly.

"No one is home," JJ said, "You can be noisy."

"Ah!" Otabek screamed out. JJ had curled his fingers, pressing right into his prostate. "Fuck! Stop the teasing!"

JJ laughed, his voice deep and his chest rumbling against him. A kiss at his neck, and JJ's hand went faster- harder. Wet sounds loud around the room, Otabek crying out at each thrust of his fingers.

"How is it teasing if I plan to get you off… again," JJ said. Otabek swore he could hear the smirk on his face. He was about to bitch back, but JJ curled his damn fingers again, making his chest fall to the floor, his mouth hanging open- gasping and moaning.

Finally , JJ removed his fingers and Otabek sighed out. Knowing now JJ might stop the torture. They didn't even fully have their clothes off. His shirt was still hanging on him, one pant leg wrapped around his leg and for all he knew, JJ was fully dressed. He really did not care though- the moment he felt JJ press into him, he lifted up to his hands, his back arching and JJ holding him tightly at the waist.

It was fast and hard- exactly how Otabek was wanting it. He was pressing back as hard as JJ was thrusting him. Both of them grunting and moaning with each slap of their skin. He knew another set of hand marks would be on his waist from JJ was holding him so tightly- but he did like looking down and seeing them.

More thrust, and everything inside of him was winding up perfectly. It was different this time than at the diner. JJ knew exactly how to deeply fuck him to make him lose all sense of sanity.

"I'm getting… close!" JJ moaned out, snapping his hips hard against him.

All he could do was cry out, he had been close for sometime now. It was when JJ reached around, his long fingers wrapping his shaft that he cried out. It didn't take but a few pulls, and Otabek was screaming- releasing all over JJ's hand. A hand back on his waist, and JJ slammed in a few more times before his body started to shake.

Both of them falling completely to the floor, covered in sweat and their hearts racing. He was tangled in his clothes, and saw that JJ had only undone is pants.

"You are doing laundry," Otabek gasped out.

"Yeah… yeah, fine," JJ replied.

"Can we at least make it to the bed next time?" Otabek asked.

JJ started to laugh and rolled his was over where he was. Pressing his lips gently to his, JJ smiled and nodded. "Anything you want."

"I'd want to not cum in my damn underwear… in public."

"Not a promise I can keep, cupcake!" JJ laughed out, kissing his forehead and rising off the floor.

"You're lucky I love you," Otabek grumbled.

"Damn lucky!" JJ laughed out. "Now… wanna shower?"

He couldn't say no to that.