Oh my god I am sooosorry it took so long to update. March was absolutely insane. Had a birthday, work got crazy, husband was ill (nothing serious but it was rough for a few days) and I did some traveling the last week of March. I'm hoping April will be a nice quiet month, and I've already got the next chapter rattling around in my head so yay! Hope you like it.

Yuri sat at the kitchen table one knee drawn up against his chest, a sheet of paper in his hand.

"You are currently performing postural education with a patient diagnosed with L5 spondylolisthesis. During treatment, the patient begins to complain of mild low back pain during exercise. In which position should you place the patient to reduce pain?"

Otabek's textbook laid open on the kitchen table, his face planted on top of it. He let out a muffled groan into the crease. They were heading into the second hour of studying for Otabek's midterms. The first forty five minutes had gone smoothly, but as Yuri grilled him with question after question Otabek felt his resolve start to slip. All the answers were starting to jumble in his head. He was certain his brain was starting to turn to mush.

"Come on Beka you know this." Yuri encouraged.

"I don't know it. I think my brain is broken." His face still mashed into his textbook.

Yuri let out a huff of air, "Lies, you just need to relax and think. Fuck, even I know half this stuff by now and I'm not even going to this class."

Otabek raised his head resting his chin in the crease of his book. "Yeah, well it's easy to remember this crap when you don't have a test riding on it. I swear the minute I memorize one bit, three other bits fall out of my head," He wiped at his eyes in frustration, "why did I ever think I could go to school for this? I must have been insane when I decided to do this. Why didn't you slap me and tell me to keep skating, it's all I'm good at."

Yuri stared at him, mouth open in awe, "I think those are the most words I've ever heard you say in one sitting." He set the practice test down on the table, "and you're going to school because, A you wanted to retire, B you're the idiot that decided that PT was the career choice for you, and C you're good at this. You've gotten good marks in all the classes, I don't know why you're so worried."

Otabek sat up. "This is different. This isn't some dumb quiz. These are midterms. There's a lot more riding on this. If I don't get a high enough grade I'm gonna be toast."

Otabek had been flying through his courses, but being the perfectionist he was couldn't stand for anything less than one hundred percent. It had been hard enough to go into it being slightly older than the rest of the class. It was tough to find his niche. It would have been easier if he were like the other students and could fly under the radar in anonymity, but most of the students and teachers knew who he was the minute he'd walked through the door. Expectations were high from the get-go.

Yuri walked around the table and stood behind him, gently kneading Otabek's shoulders. They were tight and he could feel the tension curling around his neck. "Maybe you need a breather, we've been at this for a while now. Why don't we grab some dinner somewhere."

Otabek leaned into Yuri's touch and groaned as he worked at a stubborn knot between his shoulder blades. "I can't eat right now, I'm too worked up. I'm just gonna sit here and study until I know it all...or die, one of the two would be fine with me at this point."

Yuri tsked him playfully. "I never thought you were the dramatic type."

"Yeah well, I'm full of surprises." Otabek turned a few pages in his textbook and quietly mumbled to himself as he read.

Yuri watched, still quietly kneading his neck and shoulders, at a loss for what to do. He had never been one for school. The last time he was in an actual classroom full of students was when he was ten, and he'd hated every second of it. Once his skating took off he thought maybe his days memorizing useless facts and figure were behind him. Little did he know that he'd be made to suffer through tutors instead. He had never been what you would call a model student. As a child he had thrown fits and hid from his tutors; to the point that Yakov and Nikolai had almost given up hope of him giving any sort of decent education. It wasn't until he was under Lilia's strict instruction that he finally understood how important an education was. She had put the fear of god into him (the way only Lilia could) as soon as he came under her instruction.

"Your youthful beauty will fade and your body will age. It's inevitable. You will eventually need to rely on the workings of your mind to make a living. Whether it is coaching, choreography or whatever career you end up choosing after you retire. You'll be utterly useless if you ignore your education. I expect the perfection in your skating, as well as your schooling, Yuri Plisetsky or I will drop you like a stone right here and now."

Needless to say after that he applied himself to every lesson he was given and found that he actually enjoyed school. He was good with numbers, and excelled in math. Remembering dates and events however eluded him. History was a bore. He could do quads with almost no effort, but remembering which Czar did what and when was (and still is) a mystery. Subjects like science, biology and chemistry were even worse. Struggling through those courses had been humbling experience that had only helped to soften his edges. He may have been the Ice Tiger of Russia on the ice, but in a classroom, he was Yuri Plisetsky: average student.

Otabek on the other hand had juggled tutors, and skating for years and managed to excel at both. Yuri wasn't sure why it was so difficult for Otabek this time around. Focusing on one thing should have made things easier, but if anything Otabek was only putting more pressure on himself. These weren't just general studies, this was the building block towards his future career.

Yuri stopped mid massage. He needed to figure out a way to help Otabek focus. "What if we made studying into a game?"

Otabek frowned, "Yura, I don't have time for games. Can we just get back to it, please?"

Yuri rolled his eyes and slumped back into his chair. "Fine." He picked up the practice test and started from the beginning. "You have begun a gait training program with a deconditioned patient 6 weeks s/p CABG x3. You immediately notice that your patient displays forefoot contact and genu recurvatum. What would be the most effective treatment to improve this patient's gait pattern?"

"Hamstrings strengthening"

Yuri winced, "Oooh, no sorry babe. The correct answer is plantar flexor stretching."

"Shit, I knew that. I fucking knew that! " He jotted a few notes down, missing the look of disappointment on Yuri's face.

"Next question. You are treating a patient who experienced a biceps femoris strain one week ago. A physician orders the patient to begin a lower extremity strengthening program. Currently the patient displays 4 out of 10 posterior thigh pain. What treatments would best minimize pain provocation while also strengthening the hamstrings?"

Otabek sat back in his chair and tilted his head back, thinking. "3 sets of 10 concentric hamstring strengthening exercises at a gradually increasing intensity."

Yuri beamed at him, "Correct." Yuri hunched over, hands fumbling under the table. He plopped his socks on the table. Otabek cocked an eyebrow.

"What are you doing, Yura?"

Yuri locked eyes with him, waggling his eyebrows. "Call it a reward."

"They're nice and all, Yura, but I don't think I'd call your stinky-ass socks a reward."

"Maybe not, but we're just getting started." Yuri teased.

Otabek looked at the neon yellow and black striped socks and then back at Yuri. Yuri waited while the gears in Otabek's head continued to turn.

Oh….Oh! It finally dawned on him. " Okay," his eyes grew slightly darker, "I see what you're doing. Next question." He set his jaw, determined to get the next answer right.

"What test would be the least effective in assessing ACL ligament integrity?

Otabek grinned, confident in his answer. "Anterior drawer test."

The side of Yuri's mouth quirked up a bit, "Correct." He unzipped his hoodie, and hung it on the back of his chair. "A 30 year old male presents to outpatient rehabilitation with numbness and tingling on the 4th and 5th fingers of the left hand consistent with nerve entrapment symptoms. Upon further examination, it is noted that the patient has normal sensation on the dorsum of the hand on the ulnar side. Where is the MOST likely source of nerve entrapment?"

Otabek hesitated for moment, mulling it over. "Guyon's Canal."

Yuri pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor. Underneath it was a thin white tank.

Otabek scoffed, "Why do you have so many layers on? Normally you walk around here practically naked."

Yuri laughed, "I was cold. And that shirt looks awesome on me, but it's scratchy. You done whining?"

Otabek shut his textbook, taking Yuri's whining comment as a challenge. "I am. Next question."

Yuri went through two more questions without losing a stitch of clothing. Otabek was looking frustrated again. Yuri tossed his hair over one shoulder, letting it fall over his white tank top. He knew he was toying with Otabek, but he hoped it would give him a bit more incentive.

"Okay, Beka. Focus. A 59 year old male patient is being evaluated for left shoulder pain. The patient reports that his shoulder pain is closely associated with activity, including stress at work. The patient reports that at worst, the pain radiates into his neck, and he feels shortness of breath which subsides with rest. What would the MOST appropriate intervention be?"

"Fuck, I know this. Most appropriate….most appropriate…"

Yuri leaned forward a bit, waiting for an answer.

Otabek sat forward, "A patient having signs of cardiac distress would be worsened with activity. I should postpone treatment and refer the patient to his physician for further evaluation."

"Correct." Yuri reached for the hem of his shirt.

Otabek watched with glee as Yuri peeled the white tank off his body and dropped it on the floor near his shirt. The room was chilly and his skin bristled with goosebumps, his nipples hardening.

"Beka, I'm ashamed of myself for not thinking of strip quizzing sooner." Yuri absently scratched his toned white belly, leaving faint pink trails as his nails grazed his skin. Otabek swallowed, he wanted to leave his own marks on Yuri's skin. The sooner he got this practice test over, the better.

"Next question." He said, his voice slightly edgy.

"Eager are we?" Yuri laughed.

"Something like that." Otabek saw a faint flush of pink spread over Yuri's chest and shoulders, and grinned.

Yuri cleared his throat and tried to compose himself. "A 22 year old female presents to the clinic with a chief complaint of knee pain following a twisting injury while playing soccer five days ago. The patient's knee is swollen significantly and is unable to jump or run. What special test would be the MOST appropriate to diagnose the injury?"

Otabek sat back in his chair with a smug look on his face. "Easy. Lachman's test."

"You sure?" Yuri asked, a single blonde eyebrow cocked.

Otabek didn't even flinch. "Positive. Take off those pants, baby."

Yuri smirked at him, undid his jeans and shimmied out of them wiggling his hips as he worked them over his knees. Otabek's mouth went dry. Yuri stood in a small pair of black briefs, the waistband slung low on his hips. The fine white hair trailing down his stomach glinted in the overhead light.

Otabek hummed in satisfaction as Yuri sat back down, pulling his knees up to his chest. He pushed his hair back so it trailed down his back.

"Okay Beka, last question. You ready?"

"Uh huh." He said voice slightly strained. "I got this."

"You are currently performing postural education with a patient diagnosed with L5 spondylolisthesis. During treatment, the patient begins to complain of mild low back pain during exercise. In which position should you place the patient to reduce pain?"

Oh shit. I don't have this…

"Umm," Otabek squeezed his eyes shut, racking his brain for the answer. "Plantar flexor stretching."

Yuri frowned at him, "Sorry, Beka. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wear my briefs forever then."

"Wait, what?" Otabek stood up quickly, his chair almost tipping back onto the floor. "No, no, no, that was the right answer. I know it was. Give me the paper you liar."

Yuri clutched the paper to his chest, "Nope, sorry, no answers here."

Otabek made a grab for it as Yuri shot out of his chair and sprinted down the hall laughing maniacally. Otabek was right behind him. He caught him half way down the hall and caged him between his arms against the wall. "Paper. Now." He growled darkly. Yuri's shivered in anticipation as he handed him the paper.

Otabek looked it over. "I knew I was right." he hummed darkly, "you know what that means right?" His hand trailed down Yuri's side, settling on the band of his briefs. Yuri stood still as Otabek sank to his knees and slowly pulled the black briefs down. Yuri's cock sprang free.

Otabek ran his hands over Yuri's hips trailing back to cup his ass, "It means I won." He leaned forward letting his lips trail lightly across the shaft of Yuri's cock.

Yuri's breath hitched, "I thought I was supposed to reward you, not the other way around."

"Maybe this is my reward." Otabek growled, throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

Yuri groaned as the wet heat of Otabek's mouth enveloped him. He bucked slightly into Otabek's mouth. Otabek stilled him with a firm hand on his hip as he fed Yuri's cock deeper into his mouth.

"Fuck, Beka." Yuri panted. He wanted to move, wanted to fuck his mouth right there in the hallway, but Otabek held him firmly as he tongued him, letting out a pleasing groan that sent Yuri's eyes rolling. He started to squirm, hating that he was being held still. "Beka, please."

Otabek looked up at him, brown eyes smoldering. He took Yuri's hand and placed it on the back of his head. "You wanna fuck my mouth don't you?"

Yuri nodded his head, "oh fuck yes."

"Then do it." Otabek growled.

Yuri laced his fingers through Otabek's black hair, gripping it tightly as he pushed forward with his hips. Otabek groaned, as he went to palm his own cock. He let Yuri thrust freely for a few seconds before pulling away.

"That the best you can do, Yura?" His voice hoarse, but dripping with challenge, "this is my reward after all." He slid his mouth back down.

Yuri's knees began to shake, this was altogether new. They'd had sex pretty much everywhere in their home, but not like this. Otabek rarely submitted himself like this, on his knees begging for more. Yuri wasn't about to waste the moment. He quickened his pace, hips bucking harder and faster.

"Fuck, Beka...your mouth feels so fucking good." Yuri whimpered. He managed to look down at Otabek. He had tugged his pants down around his thighs and was jerking at his own cock, almost in time with Yuri's frantic pace. Otabek looked up at him, eyes wide and pleading. He let out a sharp exhale through his nose and seized up, his mouth sinking as low as he could around Yuri's cock as he came. It was Yuri's undoing, watching Otabek come while he continued to fuck into him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Beka!" Yuri shuddered as he came. Otabek swallowing every warm pulse.

The moment Otabek pulled away Yuri sank to the floor, legs unable to hold him up any longer. The sat crumpled over one another breathing heavily. Skin sticky with sweat.

"I think You're gonna ace this test, Beka." Yuri said slightly breathless.

Otabek laughed quietly resting his head on Yuri's clammy shoulder. "I hope so. I wonder what kind of award I'll get for passing?"

Yuri leaned his head against the wall, "You mean besides the satisfaction of having passed?"

"Yeah."

Yuri ran his hand through Otabek's hair, brushing it out of his eyes, "I might be able to think of something."

Yuri paced the living room waiting for Otabek to get home, his stomach full of knots. Hoping that the endless amounts of studying they had done together had paid off. Yuri froze when he heard the lock on the front door turn. Otabek came in looking tired and worn. He quietly toes his shoes off and hung his bag on the hook near the door. Yuri was bouncing from foot to foot.

"Well?" Yuri asked.

"Well what?" Otabek said sighing heavily.

"You got your midterm grades back today! How did you do?" Yuri stilled, Otabek had a distinct frown on his face. "Oh shit. You did okay right, I mean you at least passed?"

Otabek stood silent for a moment, and then small grin broke through. "I got the highest scores in the class."

Yuri hauled off and smacked his shoulder, "You bastard! I can't believe you did that to me? You can't just come in here all grouchy and pretend it didn't go well!"

Otabek laughed, "Sorry couldn't help myself." He wrapped his arms around Yuri's waist and pulled him close.

"Beka, I'm so proud of you. I knew you would pass." Yuri laughed, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, I did. It was tough, but apparently your method of 'studying' really made the info stick. The only problem now is every time I hear the term 'plantar flexor stretching' I'm afraid of getting a hard on. It's a good way to study, but it has its downsides."

Yuri laughed, "I aim to please." Yuri pulled away, wanting to hear the details, but Otabek held him fast.

"So. Now that I've passed…" Otabek trailed off.

Yuri scoffed, but there was no malice in it. "Shouldn't passing be enough? I mean, you're not a child, Beka. You should expect a reward for doing well in school."

Otabek kissed his neck, "I don't know if expect is the right word." he grazed his teeth along Yuri's throat, "need might be a better. Think of it as half reward, half stress relief."

Yuri pushed him away and grabbed his hand, "Okay, okay. I guess you earned it. Fuck, I don't know what you'll expect for actually graduating. I'm not that creative." He pulled Otabek towards the bedroom.

"Mmm, I don't know either. Luckily I've still got three more years to think of something."

That was purely for my own amusement. Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you tink, or come say high on tumblr: Lupin 3880