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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Jean-Jacques_Leroy
  Character:
      Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Otabek_Altin
  Additional Tags:
      Slight_Crackfic, Underage_-_Freeform, Bad_Sex, Emetophilia, unfortunate
      blowjobs, Jjbek, Pre-Canon, poor_poor_JJ, Beka_is_a_bad_influence, Hung
      Otabek, seriously_there's_puking_in_this, I'm_Not_Ashamed, The_Author
      Regrets_Everything, gagging/puking, fucked_up_blowjobs
  Series:
      Part 2 of i_can't_believe_i_wrote_emetophilia
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-19 Words: 1339
****** I'm Gagging For You ******
by annabeth
Summary
     "Oral sex isn't sex anyway," Beks tells him. "It's like, gateway sex.
     It doesn't count."
Notes
     Written because ShadesofHades bunnied me in a comment to the first
     emetophilia I wrote. This, btw, is essentially a prequel to Bad_Break
     Blowjob.
     The "butt stuff" comment was made to me in a text from Ashii_Black.
     I was drunk on lack of sleep when I wrote this, so it's slightly more
     cracky than intended.
See the end of the work for more notes
"If it's just butt stuff," Otabek Altin says with an air of superiority, "then
it doesn't count against that stupid premarital sex injunction."
"Are you sure?" JJ is wearing footed pajamas because his mother bought them for
him, and he wants to please her—honor thy parents and all that. Even if
privately they make him feel like a little kid—the type of person who's not
ready for the things that his best friend is suggesting.
"Yes. It's not fucking a girl, and it's not masturbation, so it's not a
problem. Do you see?"
JJ is not at all certain he does see, but Beks is already so worldly JJ feels
like an innocent babe next to him, despite the fact that he's a year older.
He's even been dating Izzy for a few weeks now, and she's wearing a promise
ring—that she won't have sex before marriage.
"I don't know…" JJ says, trying not to make it a whine. Beks sits up straight
in his bed—he's actually in JJ's bed!—and reaches for JJ.
"Oral sex isn't sex anyway," Beks tells him. "It's like, gateway sex. It
doesn't count."
"You just want a blowjob," JJ says, trying to sound like he knows what he's
talking about. In reality, everything he knows about blowjobs was written on a
bathroom wall. Mostly a crude drawing, actually; a girl with hugely comical
tits with a dick stuffed so far into her mouth it bulged in her throat. JJ's
not even sure it's okay for boys to do that together, but he so wants Beks to
be happy. He's felt funny in his pants area for weeks now, whenever Beks is
around.
Yeah, something about Otabek Altin makes JJ's young, sixteen-year-old cock
excitable. He's tried willing it away; he's tried cold showers; he's tried
prayer on his knees in the little chapel on his parents' property. Nothing
works. He begs for intercession, but nothing happens! JJ doesn't understand
what he's doing wrong.
Worse, he never has this problem when he's around Izzy. He gets hard at weird
times, just like his father said would happen, but the only time it's
consistent is when he's around Otabek.
"I'll do you one too," Beks says. "I promise."
"Okay," JJ agrees, because he's sixteen, he's horny, the person he definitely
should not have a crush on is sitting in his bed, wearing only a thin
sleeveless t-shirt and boxer shorts. He's not beneath the blankets, either, so
JJ can see the beginnings of a bulge in his shorts.
"Come here, Jean," Beks says, softly. "I really like you. Can't you tell?"
He can't believe this is really happening! His crush is actually proposing to
do dirty stuff with him. It's got to be wrong—nothing that feels good is ever
not a sin—but surely he can make it right with God after? A few prayers, maybe
Confession, maybe some indulgences even. But then it will be all right. His
maman has always told him that he can get right with God at any time and be
forgiven.
And Beks is so convincing. How can it be wrong? JJ thinks there might be
something in his Bible about this, but he doesn't quite remember. He climbs
over to Beks's side of the bed and straddles his friend's lap, leaning in
close.
Beks smells a little bit like sweat and motor oil. This last is probably
because his father bought him a motorcycle to fix up so that he can drive it
when he's old enough. He also smells a bit musty, probably because they haven't
washed before bed yet, but surprisingly the scent lingers in his nostrils and
makes his hard on increasingly worse.
"Okay, Jean," Beks says, putting a thumb at the corner of his lip. "I'm going
to kiss you now. Okay?"
JJ nods, eyes wide, watching every movement Otabek makes. Beks slides his thumb
across JJ's lower lip, and JJ doesn't really intend to do it, but he opens his
mouth and licks it. And then watches Beks shiver and tremble, his eyes
fluttering closed, his mouth quivering.
They sit like that for a long moment, breathing each other's air, and then Beks
wraps his arms around JJ and dives into a kiss that leaves JJ breathless,
gasping, and his world rocked.
A kiss from Izzy never did this to him!
"Do you want me to blow you?" JJ asks, reaching down between their bodies. He
barely grazes Otabek's stiff cock before his friend's head is falling away from
his.
"God, yes, Jean, that would be divine." Beks pants heavily, then adds, "It's my
first time for that too. I mean, I did it once, but no one ever did it for me."
"I get to be the first?" JJ asks, feeling lucky, chosen. So special that Beks
would want him to do it!
"Yeah. C'mon, Jean," and he has to laugh, because that rhymes. He eagerly sits
back, balanced on Beks's thighs, and pulls his dick through the slit in his
boxers.
It is. Fucking. Huge. JJ can't believe his eyes. He'd had no idea his friend
was packing a fucking bazooka in his pants. But he likes it—it makes him feel
less gangly and stupid, which probably makes no sense to anyone but JJ, but he
can't help it.
He slides down Beks's body, hands on his washboard abs, and then opens his
mouth.
Maybe he's too eager. Maybe it's a miscalculation. Maybe it's misunderstanding
the crude art on the bathroom wall. Or maybe it's just bad fucking luck.
But as JJ goes down, Otabek's hips rise up, and it's like a perfect storm: his
cocked and loaded gun drags against the back of JJ's throat and then slips in a
little, cutting off the air to his windpipe and nudging too hard against the
back of his throat.
He coughs around Otabek's cock, then gags. Then, to his mortification, his
entire dinner fills his mouth and he tries to pull away, but it's too late: he
vomits all over himself and Beks—all over that beautiful dick.
It runs in thick rivulets down Otabek's cock and pools on his belly, and JJ
lifts his hands to his face, heedless of the mess there, and tears collect at
the corners of his eyes. Oh, shit! Beks will never love him again.
Except Otabek's mouth twists, he gives a strange groan, and his hips come off
the bed—JJ's not prepared for the strings of come that hit him in the face, his
lower lip, his forehead. He thinks it might be in his hair.
JJ scrambles back, wiping at the putrid mess on his face, crying in earnest
now. This! This is why he's not supposed to do these things—God's punishments
aren't supposed to happen in life, but JJ never understood that; he always knew
it had to be wrong, and now he's proven right. He shouldn't have put his mouth
on another boy, especially before marriage.
Beks is breathing hard, lying back with vomit cooling on him, but he's in no
hurry for a shower, it seems like. Did he fucking like gagging JJ?
JJ can't get in the shower fast enough, grateful that his father and mother are
both already sleeping and no one catches him sprinting for the bathroom with
puke and come on his face.
In the end, JJ goes on a religious retreat—a silent one—to get right with
Jesus. His parents never understood why he wanted to, but they never pushed him
to reveal anything either. By the time he comes home, Otabek Altin has moved
his home rink again. JJ is relieved, and he's thankful he doesn't have to tell
anyone why.
JJ doesn't see him again for years, but he never forgets. And even though he
knows it's un-Christian, he never forgives.
Mostly because he's certain there's a place for him in Hell, and it's due to
his former best friend and very abbreviated lover.
                                     end.
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