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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri
      Plisetsky
  Character:
      Katsuki_Yuuri, Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor_Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      Primarily_Yuri/Yurio, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Masturbation, Sexting, sort
      of, I_guess_it_counts_as_sexting, Established_Relationship
  Series:
      Part 3 of Russian_Sandwich
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-06 Words: 4630
****** A Short Time Apart ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     Victor is off gallivanting around Europe with Christophe while Yuri
     has to remain back at their appartment in Russia. Of course this
     means the Japanese man is slipping into depression, and quite frankly
     Yurio is worried about him. Thankfully he gets a brilliant idea to
     cheer not only Yuri up, but likely Victor too.
Notes
     HOLY BALLS this took way too long for me to write! I just could not
     for the life of me come up with a good premise! But as always when I
     am in a fanfic slump, my best friend came along and through a dumb
     little semi-RP served as my muse. =3 Go give_her_some_love_for_me, as
     I couldn't produce even half the fanfiction I do without her input.
     <3
     This fic is, like most of mine, good as a stand-alone. But if you
     want to know why Yurio is living with/banging Yuri and Victor you
     should probably go read the other entries in the series. ^_~ At least
     the second part, anyway.
See the end of the work for more notes
Mid-summer had come and with its heat came an invite from a certain Swiss
skater to go on vacation with him. Victor of course jumped on the offer, not
wanting to pass up a chance to spend time with who was perhaps his best friend.
Unfortunately Yakov refused to allow Yuri to go with him on two grounds. The
first was the obvious doubt that either of them would actually get any practice
in during the two weeks they’d be away if they were unsupervised. While Yuri
wasn’t his student, both men had to admire and appreciate the way the old coach
had taken to Yuri and was always looking out for his wellbeing. But that alone
really wasn’t enough to stop the two from taking off and going to Switzerland
anyway.
So of course it was the second thing that kept Yuri in St. Petersburg while
Victor went off prancing through Europe with his BFF. Despite Yurio’s protests
that he was “already sixteen” and how he would be just fine living on his own
for “only two weeks”, Yakov in no way was about to let the boy stay alone in
their apartment for that long. And since Yurio would likely have clung to the
door hard enough to rip it from its hinges if they tried to force him out to
stay with Lilia, Yuri and Victor reluctantly agreed that the Japanese man would
stay behind.
The first two days passed well enough. Sure, Yuri was a lot less energetic and
a lot more distracted and depressed throughout the day, but given what a mess
he had been in with only two days of Victor not being by his side before that
was entirely expected. On the third day he flubbed one of his jumps during his
practice and unfortunately that led to him taking a bit of a hard fall. He
wasn’t seriously hurt in any way, but Yakov insisted he go home to rest anyway
and hopefully let him clear his head. Yurio knew that wasn’t going to work the
moment it was suggested, as skating had always been the Japanese man’s way of
de-stressing. Despite this, Yuri agreed. With some arguing, Yurio less
convinced Yakov to let him go home too and more stormed out after Yuri without
getting permission to do so.
Not at all to the teenager’s surprise, Yuri became little more than an
unresponsive lump on the sofa after they got back home. Annoyance coursed
through Yurio’s veins at first. It wasn’t like Yuri couldn’t just call Victor
and chat with him if he was feeling lonely. There was no force on Earth that
would have been able to stop the Russian man from answering and talking to him
for hours if Yuri wanted it. It took until close to dinner time for Yurio to
get over his sour mood and instead begin to feel worried over the Japanese
man’s emotional state.
Yuri had the TV on, but while his eyes were on it he was most certainly not
watching. Whether he had actually watched anything at all that afternoon Yurio
didn’t know. What he did know was that when he left his bedroom to check on him
and start dinner, Yuri looked like hell. The boy didn’t need to take more than
glance at him to notice his puffy, red eyes and the tear-streaks on his cheeks.
With a grumble he set to work and made them dinner. When it was ready he
plopped himself down beside Yuri on the couch.
“Eat.” he told the man, setting a plate of pirozhki on the coffee table in
front of them.
Yuri didn’t even need to pick one up to know that Yurio had made his
grandfather’s katsudon pirozhki. Heck, he didn’t even need to smell them to
know. The corners of Yuri’s mouth turned upwards as he picked one up. Yurio was
terrible at comforting people, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try in his own
Yurio-y way. If it had worked once before, who was to say combining their
favorite foods and sharing it with him wouldn’t work to ease the Victor-less
pain again?
“Thanks.” Yuri whispered, his voice hoarse from crying.
“Mhm.” Yurio grunted, devouring one of his slightly-burnt creations.
The two of them managed to down half a dozen pirozhki between them. Yurio
hadn’t expected Yuri to have much of an appetite in his state, but after taking
one bite the man ate with almost as much energy as Yurio himself did. Watching
him, Yurio was reminded that Yuri gained weight easily, and part of that was
because he would binge eat when he was upset. The boy made a mental note to
keep an eye on what and how much Yuri ate while Victor was away.
Their meal done, Yurio did something entirely unexpected. After he did the
dishes he went back to his room. Yuri was just thinking that of course the boy
would hole himself back up in there. That was what he usually did after they
ate. But instead he came back out only a moment later with his phone in hand
and dropped himself back down onto the sofa. After a few seconds of debating
with himself, Yurio even leaned against Yuri. It was wholly awkward, as the boy
probably didn’t even know how to cuddle, but Yuri appreciated it greatly
nonetheless. The Japanese man chuckled despite himself and put his arm around
the boy, pulling him marginally closer.
Some hours later, Yurio was beginning to feel sleepy. He looked up at Yuri and
saw that he too was fighting off sleep. He shifted a bit, sitting upright and
stretching. Yuri cast him a curious glance.
“It’s coming up on midnight, you know.” He told the Japanese Yuri. “Don’t you
normally go to bed at ten?”
“I’m waiting for Victor to say good-night. He always texts me.” Yuri replied.
Yurio shook his head. “Whatever. I’m going to sleep. Don’t be up too much
longer or Yakov will be angry.”
“Good night.”
“’Night.”
Yurio wandered back to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him and
falling face-first onto his bed. For all his ranting and raging that he usually
did towards his roommates, he really was worried about the other Yuri. How was
he supposed to last two weeks when three days had already wrecked him so much?
As his friend, his lover, there had to be something Yurio could do to help. He
groaned into a pillow. His hand groped blindly until it found his cat curled up
on his bed and gave its soft fur a few strokes.
“Victor even took Makkachin with him.” The boy mumbled. “So if anyone is going
to cheer him up, it’s gotta be me, right?” the cat purred as Yurio scratched
his head. “Because we all know you’re not going to do anything about it, lazy
asshole.”
The following day Yuri looked to be a little more in control of his faculties
than before. At the very least he was able to pay enough attention to what he
was doing to land every jump he attempted. Yakov and the others, not knowing
him very well, assumed he was already making a recovery. Yurio knew that was
not the case. His calm right now was only because he was pouring everything he
had into skating in order to forget his worries. If something wasn’t done soon
Yuri would sink right back into his self-destructive state from before.
Fortunately for both of them, Yurio’s opportunity to help the man out came that
night. He left his room close to eleven o’ clock to get one last glass of water
before bed. He noticed the light on in Yuri’s room and peered in. The man was
sitting in bed playing a game on his phone. A thought occurred to the boy and
he pushed the door open a little more. The movement and Yurio sticking his head
into the room caught Yuri’s attention and he looked up at him.
“Still up?” Yurio asked, as if it wasn’t obvious.
“Victor won’t be going to bed for another hour, at least.” Was the reply.
Of course. Yurio opened the door further and stepped into the room. Yuri didn’t
ask as the boy came around the bed and sat down on the edge beside him. Yurio
clearly hesitated before he hoisted himself up and straddled Yuri’s lap,
looping his hands around the man’s neck. Yuri placed his phone down on the bed
beside him moments before he met the boy’s lips in a tender kiss.
Yuri rubbed his thumbs gently against Yurio’s hips. “Well this is a surprise.
I’ve been trying to get you to sleep with me for months.” He teased.
“Shut up.” Yurio grumbled, kissing him again just a fraction harder. “It’s
weird to think about having sex with just you while Victor’s here.”
The man laughed softly. “I think most people would find it weirder that you
refuse to sleep with one person at a time.”
Another kiss. “I think most people would find it even more weird that you and
Victor are sleeping with me at all.”
“Why? Because we’re engaged? Because you’re eight and twelve years younger than
us?”
“Because you two are annoying and I am way out of your league.” Yurio smirked
as their lips pressed together a fourth time.
Their lips parted, tongues sliding passed each other in an increasingly-
familiar dance. Yuri had already learned that of all things, Yurio appreciated
when the insides of his lips were teased. Yurio for his part still had no clue
what Yuri liked, so he simply tasted whatever his tongue could reach, not that
the Japanese man minded. Their kiss was cut short by Yurio, and the boy
couldn’t help the grin on his face when Yuri briefly tried to chase his lips
when he pulled away. He picked up Yuri’s phone and pressed it to his
fingertips.
“Take some pictures.” He suggested, leaning forward to nip at Yuri’s neck.
“Anything you think Victor would like.”
Yuri immediately got the idea and went scarlet. His hand was shaking a lot more
than he would have cared to admit as he took his phone back. Without any
further instruction, Yuri snapped a few pictures of Yurio sucking a mark onto
his neck. Sure, the others at the rink were probably going to ask how he had a
fresh new hickey when his fiancé was away, but neither of them really cared
about that at the moment. Yuri quickly decided which of four pictures he had
just taken was the best and sent it to its intended recipient, along with a
small caption reading, “Missing you.”
“You know what I think that idiot would enjoy?” Yurio asked, sitting back up to
admire his handiwork.
“What’s that?” Yuri asked, willing to do anything as long as it meant giving
his fiancé a pleasant surprise.
The boy kissed him again. “Teach me how to give head.” He whispered against his
lips.
Beneath him, the boy could clearly feel Yuri’s cock react with interest. Yuri’s
free hand worked Yurio’s shirt up and he rubbed a nipple with his thumb. Yurio
arched his back into the touch, exaggerating just the tiniest bit for the
camera. Yuri leaned in this time, starting to paint his chest with kisses.
Through slowly-building haze Yurio had the presence of mind to pull out his own
phone and start taking pictures for their absent party as well.
The pair stripped their clothing as hands and lips wandered. Yuri managed to
suck a few marks onto Yurio’s hips before the boy reminded him of what he
wanted out of that night. Yuri leaned back against the headboard, spreading his
legs for Yurio to kneel between them.
“Everyone is different, but I find teasing to be pleasant.” Yuri told him.
“Work on my thighs first.”
Obediently, Yurio placed his hands just above the man’s knees and dipped his
head to press a wet, open mouthed kiss near where his left thumb rested. He
moved up half an inch and sucked gently on the fleshy, muscled skin. Yuri let
out a shaky breath, boarding on a moan. Building confidence, he began to stroke
Yuri’s other thigh. Inch by inch, Yurio worked his way up. His hand dipped
further between his legs and his fingertips lightly brushed the sensitive skin
at the base of his almost-fully hard dick. Yuri nearly whined at the feather-
light contact and Yurio made it a point to bite and suck a mark as far up the
inside of his thigh as he could.
“When-” Yuri gasped out, his voice much higher than anticipated. He swallowed
before trying again. “Whenever you want, try licking it.”
Yurio nipped his thigh one more time before licking a long stripe up the
underside of Yuri’s length. It tasted strange. It wasn’t unlike the rest of his
skin, but there was a hint of something else. It was…lightly sweet? He looked
up at Yuri with a puzzled expression, only to be met with the man lowering his
phone after having clearly snapped a picture of Yurio’s first taste of dick.
“Is there a reason you taste like cheap artificial strawberry?” he asked.
The man’s cheeks colored brightly and he couldn’t look the boy in the eye. He
scratched at the back of his neck, partially in shame and partially from
shyness. “Flavored lube…” he mumbled. Yurio arched an eyebrow at that. “Wh-
what?! I was playing a game a few hours ago and I ran out of the normal stuff
so-”
Yurio dropped his forehead onto his thigh. “On second thought, I don’t want to
know. So. Now what?”
“Now…uh…” he blinked, remembering what Yurio was doing in his room the first
place. “How is your gag reflex?”
“Dunno.” Yurio admitted. “Average?”
“Then just…just start with the head.”
The boy gave a shrug. He had the vaguest idea of what a bowjob entailed, having
been on the receiving end several times and having seen them in porn hundreds
of times more. If Yuri wasn’t going to give him specifics, he’d just fake it
‘til he made it. He gave Yuri’s cock another lick before parting his lips and
wrapping them around the head.
Beneath him Yuri inhaled sharply. Yurio swirled his tongue around the slit and
was met by a drop of precum. His eyes widened at the unexpected taste. It was
difficult to describe; like the way the rest of Yuri tasted, only more pungent.
He decided after a second or two that it wasn’t wholly unpleasant. Not getting
any more instruction, he tried sucking. Yuri’s toes curled and he threaded the
fingers of his free hand into Yurio’s hair.
“S-slowly take in…as much as you think you can. Try not to choke.” Yuri
breathed, his speech becoming labored. “Alternate sucking and licking as you
go.” Another deep breath. “And don’t be afraid to back off a little now and
then…if you need to adjust.”
Yurio complied. He lowered his mouth a centimeter further, immediately
realizing that giving a blowjob wasn’t quite as easy as it always looked in
porn. For one it felt strange to have something in his mouth that he had to
keep his teeth away from. For another the way Yuri was breathing and the
knowledge that he had the man’s dick in his mouth was stupidly arousing, which
made it difficult to remember to breathe through his nose. Slowly he took in
more, doing as Yuri said and licking and sucking with every downward movement.
He could taste more precum already. That alone told him he must be doing it at
least partially right. He pushed himself just a little further and had to
abruptly pull off completely in order to cough into the crook of his arm. Yuri
soothed him by running his fingers through his hair, brushing the silky strands
behind his ear.
“You’re doing really…really well.” He breathed.
Yurio stared down at him, taking a moment both to calm down as well as to take
in the sight of the man he was trying to suck off. Yuri’s eyes were half-lidded
and his pupils dilated with lust. His cheeks were flushed, and his bottom lip
looked like he might have been chewing on it just a little; it was more swollen
than Yurio had remembered leaving it. Swiftly the boy snapped a picture for
Victor before leaning in to kiss him again. Their lips parted and tongues
sloppily glided along and around each other to explore the other’s mouth. Yurio
bit the man’s lower lip before they broke their kiss again.
“You’ve been getting all this, right?” he asked, voice a bit husky. It was rare
that he wasn’t the one being made to lose his mind during sex, but he’d already
come to decide he quite like the way he sounded when he was more in control of
himself. Clearly Yuri did too because the man groaned softly before giving a
nod and lifting his phone a little in response. “Good.”
And just like that Yurio kissed a trail down his neck, chest, and stomach until
his lips wrapped around the weeping appendage yet again. This time he had a
better idea of where his limit lay and so he only sucked his way as far down
the shaft as he knew he could handle. He felt that in time he might be able to
push himself more, but right now he was pretty sure Yuri wouldn’t mind him
playing it safe.
He began to bob his head. He sucked each time he moved upwards, and the
movements were received by loud gasps. He lavished the head with his tongue,
mixing saliva with precum, before letting the muscle glide all the way down the
underside as he moved back down. On one particular suck, Yurio found his mouth
too filled with saliva and he swallowed, which resulted in a lewd slurping
sound as his mouth was still full of dick. Yuri whined at the sound and the
sensation, and Yurio could feel himself trying to smirk around his mouthful. He
decided to switch licking the slit with swallowing around the head and was
rewarded with more loud gasps from the man.
Having gotten used to the movements, Yurio picked up speed. He had probably
been going agonizingly slow, and now Yuri probably felt like he might actually
be able to cum sometime this century. Yurio felt the fingers in his hair
curling tighter and his dick twitched a little in response, and for the first
time he began to understand why some people liked having their hair pulled.
The sounds of sucking and Yuri’s moans were only broken by the occasional
slurp, and despite his best efforts Yurio could feel himself drooling just a
bit. Not that either of them cared. Yuri was fighting to keep his eyes open and
the camera, which he had set to record a video, pointed at the action. Finally
Yuri pulled his hand from the boy’s hair and wrapped it around the part of his
shaft that he was unable to take in. He stroked in time with the boy’s bobbing
head. He stopped to grab Yurio by the hair again and pull him off entirely
moments before wrapping his hand around his shaft and finishing himself off in
a couple easy strokes.
The two sat there panting for a second. Yurio reached out and plucked Yuri’s
phone from his hand. He stopped and saved the video, sending it to Victor while
the man collected himself and his breath. As soon as the man was ready, he
pulled Yurio back onto his lap and kissed him again. Yurio had just long enough
to get what amounted to a blurry shot of their mouths together in one corner of
a picture before Yuri’s hand found his dick.
Yurio was already close, and he decided that recording a video was probably for
the best. He bit the inside of his cheek as he hit record and pointed the
camera between them. Yuri blocked the view a few times, licking and biting at
Yurio’s nipples before remembering that they had an audience in the form of
Victor whenever he next checked his phone. So Yuri focused all his efforts on
getting Yurio to climax as quickly as possible. His hand flew at a pace that,
had it not been for the boy being painfully hard, probably would have hurt to
do without lube. The boy gasped, fighting to breathe at all and his hips
stuttered to try and match the pace. It was not long at all before he came
across Yuri’s stomach, his mess joining the man’s.
The boy promptly collapsed onto the bed beside Yuri. This time it was the man
who took the phone from him to send the new video to their mutual lover while
Yurio recovered. Yuri pardoned himself to go to the bathroom and wash up at the
sink. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth for Yurio and the boy took it with
barely a word of thanks. He wiped up what little mess there was on him before
also mopping up the sweat on his forehead with one corner.
“Mind if I stay here tonight?” He asked as he handed the washcloth back.
Yuri beamed at that. “Of course! You’re always welcome to.”
Yurio rolled onto his back. “Not enough room when Victor and Makkachin are
here.” He grumbled.
“I don’t think Makkachin will mind spending a few nights on the couch.”
The boy grunted, doing little more than to serve as an acknowledgement that he
had heard the man. Yuri tossed the washcloth into his and Victor’s hamper along
with the towel he had used to clean himself with. When he turned back to the
bed, he found Yurio had sprawled out more and closed his eyes. The man quickly
took another picture, sending it with another caption.
“I don’t think he wants to move.”
Yuri laid down beside the boy, pulling the sheet over both of them. After a
second or two Yurio rolled back onto his side and curled up against him. Yuri
put his arm around him, petting his hair soothingly. As the boy’s breathing
slowed and evened out into sleep, Yuri raised is phone above them for one last
photo.
“Good night.”
*****
It took Yurio half a minute the following morning to realize he wasn’t in his
own bed. It took him another half minute to remember why he wasn’t in his own
bed. He blinked and looked around the room. Yuri was nowhere to be seen,
although the spot on the bed next to him was still warm so he must have just
gotten up. The boy sat upright and rubbed sleep from his eyes. He spotted his
phone on the bedside table on the side Yuri had slept and assumed the man had
put it there for him. He picked it up and turned it on.
He had a text from Victor. The boy smirked. He had a feeling he knew what it
was and it only took a second to confirm. He had been expecting a playful
“thank you” message. What he got was that and a video message; sent only four
minutes ago, he noted. Heart beating a little faster in anticipation of
whatever it could be, he opened the file. He was not disappointed.
The video had clearly been recorded the night before. The only light came from
the screen of Victor’s tablet propped up somewhere between his legs and the
lamp on the table out of frame and beside the bed. What Victor was going could
be better describe as frantically fucking his own hand than jerking off. Two
fingers on his other hand were buried to the knuckle inside of his ass, pumping
in and out. Even in the poor lighting Yurio could see him rhythmically curling
them into his prostate as well. The video in total was just over a minute and a
half long, ending of course with Victor coming hard into his hand with a sharp,
loud cry. The boy had to wonder how Victor had managed to look at and watch
everything and get his tablet set up all before touching himself. Or maybe he
hadn’t been able to and that was why he had been so desperate for climax.
Either way and despite the video being so short, Yurio was already hard again.
He threw off the sheet covering him and left the bedroom, not bothering to
clothe himself at all.
He found Yuri in the kitchen, wearing only a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants.
Judging by the frying pan the stove he had just started to get ready to cook
them breakfast when he had received Victor’s message. Yurio could tell it was
that message that had interrupted him because he could hear it playing. Yuri’s
back was to the boy, so he was able to creep up behind him. He waited silently
for the sounds of Victor’s climax, and watched as Yuri’s grip on the edge of
counter tightened marginally. Yurio took that as his cue to lean forward and
wrap his arms around the man’s middle, sinking his teeth deeply into the skin
of his shoulder.
Yuri let out a loud hiss and arched his back in surprise and pain. He craned
his neck to watch as the boy licked the teeth marks, less to apologize and more
because he didn’t want to stop tasting the man.
“Your stupid fiancé caused this.” Yurio mumbled against his skin, grinding his
hips forward. His dick rubbed against Yuri’s backside. “Why are you wearing
pants?”
The man couldn’t help but laugh. It seemed he had not one, but two bite-
y Russians who got horny all too easily in the morning. He wondered just how
pouty Yurio would get if he pointed out the similarities between him and
Victor, but decided that he wanted another round almost as much as the boy did
after their little ‘return gift’. Instead he turned around in the boy’s grasp
and pulled him closer, dragging the boy up to straddle one of his thighs.
“I was wondering why Victor hadn’t said anything about what we sent him. Seems
he was holding out until he knew both of us would be ready to go again.” Yuri
stated. His grip on Yurio’s hips allowed him to pull at the boy until he got
the picture and began to grind against him.
“You haven’t answered my question.” Yurio reminded him with a smirk. “Your
pants. Why?”
“Because you haven’t taken them off yet.” Yuri teased.
“Dick.”
“Yours is dripping already. You’re going to stain them at this rate.”
“Shut up and kiss me, and then I’ll see about taking them off for you so that
they don’t get ruined.”
Yuri supposed that was a fair enough trade.
*****
Victor had just stepped out of the shower when his phone alerted him to a new
message. He picked it up and saw that he actually had two. The newest one was a
large, blossoming bruise upon Yuri’s shoulder, teeth marks still somewhat
visible, accompanied by a message from his fiancé.
“This is how the tiger decided to greet me this morning, thanks to you.”
Already the Russian man was smirking and he quickly checked what it was Yurio
had sent him.
“This is entirely your fault.” Is what he had to say along with a picture of
what was clearly the end result of Yurio rutting against his fiancé’s thigh and
Yuri touching himself.
For once Victor was more than willing to own up to the consequences of his
actions.
End Notes
     I was totally going to include a bit at the end about how Victor had
     actually set this whole thing up. Like he had set it up with
     Christophe that he would ask them to go on vacation with him. Knowing
     Yakov wouldn't allow it and Yurio wouldn't want to go, Victor then
     "reluctantly" went alone (with Makkachin of course, because gotta get
     the dog out of the way). So Yuri and Yurio would be left to satisfy
     each other. But I couldn't figure out a good way to work in bits
     about Yuri trying to get Yurio to have sex with just him (and Victor
     wanting to make it happen). And then the part I left off at just felt
     too right that I couldn't ruin it with tedious and convoluted
     explanation. So I didn't. Until just now. =|
     And in case you're wondering, the "dumb little semi-RP" that sparked
     my imagination and created this had to do with 1) Yuri trying over
     and over to get Yurio to sleep with him, and 2) me posing the
     question of "How pissed would Yakov be if Yurio 'accidentally'
     uploaded a bunch of sexy pictures of himself to Instagram?"
     Aside from that, my goal with this fic was to make something Yuri/
     Yurio that did not ignore Yuri's relationship with Victor, but did
     not directly involve him or a threesome. I think I did pretty well,
     if I do say so myself.
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