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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin/Yuri
      Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin/Jean-Jacques
      Leroy
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Jean-Jacques_Leroy
  Additional Tags:
      Otapliroy, Pliroy, otayuri_-_Freeform, Jjbek, Spanking, blindfolding,
      gagging, jealous_guys_physically_fighting, fight_kink, Jealousy, Angry
      Sex, Porn, abuse_of_a_Prince_title
  Series:
      Part 3 of I_Wanna_Be_Your_Lover
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-13 Words: 3955
****** Let's Go Crazy ******
by Blownwish
Summary
     Otabek is an immovable object, JJ is an unstoppable force, and Yuri
     is smack dab in the middle.
Notes
     It would help if you've already read "Little Red Corvette," and "You
     Need Another Lover (like you need a hole in your head)," but it isn't
     absolutely necessary to get the gist. This is just a bunch of filth,
     after all.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was just another day of practice. Yakov was yelling, Georgi was eating ice,
Viktor was dropping hints about threeways around Yuri while he practically
jerked Katsudon off in front of everyone, and Yuri was reading JJ’s nonstop
texts, which teeter tottered from pleading to threatening anyone and everyone
Yuri so much as spoke to in the last sixteen years. Especially Otabek.
God, that is hot. As hot as Otabek demanding Yuri never ever even thinking
about another guy while he practically kept him prisoner in his bedroom for a
whole week. He got tied to the bed. He was fed like a baby and had to ask
permission to use the bathroom, to watch television, suck Otabek's dick. And
when Otabek left the room, when Yuri was sure he wouldn't get caught, he would
run to his phone and tell JJ exactly what they had done, in explicit detail,
and send him pictures. Pictures of being tethered with a leather collar to a
bedpost. Pictures of every mark Otabek left on his body. Of the come leaking
out of his ass.
You are playing with fire, Chaton. You were warned.
But what the hell was he even going to do about it? Nothing, of course. He
couldn't even spend an entire night in the hotel room with him. Couldn't even
be seen near him in the rink. JJ was so full of shit. All talk. So when he
talked about actually showing up at St Petersburg with a manic list of crazy
(I'm going to claim you/ I'm going take you home with me/ You're getting
handcuffed to me permanently/ oh my god I just need to see you/ Altin can go to
hell and eat shit when he sees this/ You belong to me Chaton only me) Yuri blew
it off. If a week in Almaty didn't make him jump nothing would.
Otabek is another matter. He's heard nothing from him since he said that
ominous be good, at the boarding gate. And that silence has been louder than
bombs.
++
Otabek’s kisses were better than other guys’ whole routine. He cupped Yuri's
face and just touch his lips to his, over and over until Yuri gasped for
breath. Then he'd press his forehead against his and smiled. “You were amazing,
Yuri Plisetsky.” He even managed to make him stop wondering if JJ could see
them from this angle in the hallway.
The whole world seemed to think so after that insanely brilliant exhibition
skate. No one thought that lovey dovey bullshit EX Fatso and Baldy did could be
topped. Hell, Yuri's grandpa could top that mush. “You and me, we can run this
Division.” Yuri laughed when Otabek growled and clutched his neck, holding him
tighter. “We will rule the fucking world together.”
“I love you.”
Yuri blinked. They just met. They were friends. And, okay, they kissed. And it
was explosive, like fireworks and secret sips of vodka and landing a quad
Salchow, but love? Wow. And he thought eyes of a soldier was intense? This guy
really didn't know the meaning of the word chill. He… he liked that. Liked that
a lot.
Otabek took a deep breath. “Too soon.” He tried to pull back, but Yuri wouldn't
let him. He trapped his hands, refusing to let him move.
“So what?” He shook his head. “‘Too soon,’ is for losers who don't know how to
get what they want.”
The next kiss was even more reverent. Even softer, like silk. It made Yuri's
blistered toes curl. It made him want to scream and beg for more, more, more.
Then Otabek smiled against his lips. “I want to take my time with you.”
“You tease! Come on. Let's go back to my room and -”
Otabek out his finger on Yuri's lips. “Slow down.” He bent his head and kissed
his ear. His hair. His charcoal eyes and the tip of his nose. “I've waited so
many lifetimes for you. A little while longer is nothing.” Otabek refused to
move as someone walked passed their little nook. But Yuri was able to see over
his shoulder.
JJ narrowed his eyes, but he never stopped. Of course not. He just watched. He
never did anything.
++
Have I got a big surprise for you my bad bad kitty cat
“Yeah, right.” It's probably another dick pic. As if all it takes to make Yuri
‘his,’ whatever that even means to a guy with a fiancé, is a picture of him
beating off in the bathroom. It pisses him off, too, because it makes him
remember that week in Montreal. JJ was an annoying, dramatic ass, but he was
also an atomic bomb in bed. The bastard fucked like an animal, and that body…
Yuri gets hard just looking at those damn pics, and he is tired of Fatso
sucking him off in the locker room while Viktor watches and does that praise
kink shit, just to get a little relief. The only reason he cared, when Georgi
walked in last time, was because it was so stupid.
You're looking awfully cute today in those leggings I'm going to poke a hole in
them with my dick
What? He looks over his shoulder, but there's no one sitting behind the benches
or anywhere near him. Someone must've posted something on Instagram. Probably
Fatso, again. Yuri sits back and pulls his hoodie down. Fucking loser. He taps
out a rare response: go fuck your hairy taco
look to your left
His stomach lurches and his head, it's suddenly light. It's going to float away
but he is able to turn it and he sees -
he sees -
Something he sees late at night when he's hard and lonely and his phone won't
stop buzzing and all he can think about is Otabek telling him to be good. And
he can't be good because he isn't good at all and he's looking at that big body
in a red track suit and those eyes that won't ever stop watching him and he's
so hard -
JJ is here. Here. He's not smiling. No, he’s dead serious. “Surprise.”
“What are you -- ?”
He doesn't get a chance to answer because JJ is suddenly running at full speed.
Yuri is too shocked to get away, even if he wants to.
He doesn't.
But JJ isn't running towards him. No, he's not even looking at Yuri. He's got a
thousand yard stare trained dead ahead and that's when Yuri notices the black
leather blur charging from the right -
Otabek.
++
He walked a lot when he wasn't training. Montreal was beautiful in the
summertime, and he liked being able to flirt with the pretty girls (and boys)
while he shopped and fucked around on his phone. JJ would text him, asking
where he was what he was doing don't even think about anyone else.
And when JJ did show up at the hotel, late at night and half out of his mind,
he pushed Yuri up against the wall and talked all kinds of crazy shit. “Did you
meet someone today? Did you let them fuck you?” Yuri told him yes, even though
it was a lie. He just liked making JJ lose his shit. He'd slam him to the floor
and rip his pants of, then pound into him as he yanked him by the hair, fucking
Yuri through his first and second orgasm, then throw him on the bed, on his
back, and push his fingers into Yuri's mouth as he kept going. “I should make
you stay in a room. All day. Lock it from the outside and keep the key. The way
you look? The way you are?” He'd shake his head. “No way.”
And he really liked telling JJ about Otabek. It really pissed him off. “I think
he's my boyfriend?” He said as he sat in the mess they made of his bed sheets.
JJ was about to pull his ugly red JJ Style tshirt on, but he stopped and stared
with his mouth open, like he was looking at a car accident. “He's really sweet.
He keeps sending me these mixes and stuff. And he is such a good kisser, you
know?”
People were used to seeing King JJ - this happy, smiling face with the stupid
poses. His fans had no idea he could be the brooding bastard who was gritting
his teeth and throwing his shirt to the floor. “That guy? Altin?” He literally
punched the wall. Punched it. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I swear to Jesus,
Mary and Joseph, Yuri Plisetsky -- !” He snarled and punched it again. This
time he broke the plaster and he didn't even care that his hand was bleeding.
Fuck if it didn't make Yuri hard. And JJ saw it. “Come here.” Yuri didn't move.
“I said, come here.” He grabbed the bed sheet and pulled him up. His kiss was
rough and it was sloppy and it was wet and it was everything Otabek’s wasn't.
“No one kisses you like that. No one!”
Yuri was gasping for breath. How did he know?
++
He's holed up in his room in Lilia’s high rise apartment, like Rapunzel,
because somehow everything is his fault. As if he told Otabek and JJ to come to
St Petersburg and beat the shit out of each other at the skating rink. But this
was what Yakov and Viktor declared after the hockey team managed to pull those
two apart and escort them off the property - at separate exits - while they
hollered more threats and spat blood in each other's general direction.
“Are you happy, Yurio? Is this what you wanted? A scene? This is why children
shouldn't play grown up games, Yurio.” Viktor crossed his arms and tapped his
fingers, like he didn't just stick one of those fingers up Yuri's ass
yesterday.
Whatever. Yuri is stuck in this stupid apartment, in his stupid room, while
stupid Baldy and Fatso clutched their hypocritical pearls over teenagers having
sex with adults and what a horrible situation... right.
He's not a hypocrite. He's got no problem recognizing his dick got hard when he
watched JJ and Otabek go at it like fucking wild animals. JJ was snapping his
teeth and Otabek was roaring and their fists and clothes tore and there was
blood and - god! They came all this way to fight over him. He wanted to jerk
off right then and there when those hockey assholes ruined everything.
Fuck.
He tosses the empty Sprite can into an overflowing corner bin. An avalanche of
tissues and cans topples to the stained Berber carpet. Yuri should clean it up.
He imagines the process and the thought of walking into the kitchen for trash
bags and bearing the weight of Yakov and Lilia’s glares exhausts him. Fuck it.
He kicks the can that caused all the trouble, and it makes the weirdest tapping
sound.
And he hears it again. Wait. That wasn't the can. He turns around and sees a
rock - no, a pebble - hitting his window pane. Otabek. Yuri snorts.
“Hey!” He's leaning out of his open window and smiling, because he's right.
Otabek is standing on the sidewalk, illuminated by those sickly yellow lights,
black eye and all. “Took you long enough, asshole.”
He gets a shrug. “You're lucky I showed up at all.”
“Oh, please. You didn't come all the way from Almaty and out on a big alpha
male show, just to ignore me.”
“I should.”
He laughs. “You won't!”
Otabek nods at the big badass Harley. “You coming with me or what?”
Yuri suddenly has all the energy in the world to run through the apartment and
deal with way more than evil glares as he breaks out to get fucked by his
badass boyfriend.
++
JJ sat on the bench, waiting for him, in the locker room, his last day in
Montreal. He looked like a still life with his elbows on his knees and hands
clasped together. He didn't move, he just smiled when Yuri pushed the door
open.
“There's nothing to keep me here.” Yuri sat next to him, and started unlacing a
skate. “We’ll probably fuck again. But don't even try asking me to be a full
time dirty secret.”
“It's funny,” he smiled and Yuri knew it was hard for him to smile. “It's so
funny, you know? I knew you'd say that. I knew and I've been sitting here
racking my brains trying to come up with the words that would make you
understand…” His voice trailed off as he stared into his eyes. “I think I love
you.”
“Oh my god!” Yuri yanked off his pants and darted into the showers. “Tell Papa
and Maman what you've been doing every night, then.” He cut the tap on and fuck
the cold shower spray. It stung, and it felt good, like telling Viktor to go to
hell. JJ just stood there, watching him like he was never going to see him
again, and it was stupid. Of course he was. “Tell your precious Isabella.” The
water finally warmed up; Yuri turned his face into the stream. He kept his eyes
closed, even when he felt two hands on his shoulders. “You know I don't blame
you, stupid. I just don't believe you.”
“I know.” JJ kissed his wet hair. “I still don't want you to leave.”
“It's not enough.”
++
He should've expected it. He knew JJ wasn't going to just go away - he doesn't
want JJ to go away - but he isn't expecting to see JJ standing in front of the
apartment Otabek is actually renting just to be near him, playing with a yo-yo.
Otabek doesn't react. He walks his bike into the walkway and chains it to the
metal handrail as if the mail man is waiting for him at the door.
JJ’s lip is split, and he's staring at Yuri like a wild animal as he works the
golden yo-yo with a little too much ghusto. “Altin.” He doesn't look at Otabek.
“Back for more, Leroy?” Otabek puts his arm around Yuri. “I am more than happy
to oblige.” Then he kisses Yuri's temple. “It's about as much physical contact
as you're going to get.”
JJ smiles. JJ nods. And JJ pockets the yo-yo, so he can throw a right hook.
Otabek catches it, but Yuri can tell JJ is faking him out, the left makes
contact with Otabek's gut. Yuri isn't a good person because he didn't say or do
a damn thing to stop that, or stop Otabek from charging forward to ram JJ up
against the door and land a couple of quick jabs into his ribs. Otabek's keys
fall to the concrete and Yuri picks them up as JJ is kneeing Otabek and Otabek
keeps punching. Yuri unlocks the door, and whistles as he watches.
It's so fucking hot. He doesn't know who he is rooting for. He doesn't even
know if it matters. But they're both so strong, he can practically taste the
testosterone in the fucking air, and he wishes he could lick the blood
trickling from JJ's lip. When he groans they stop. When he groans they stare.
When he groans he realizes he's been touching himself, right there, outside, as
they tear each other apart.
JJ blinks and Otabek stands up, cocking his head as Yuri puts his hand behind
his back. There's no hiding his hard on, though. There's no hiding his red
face. There's no hiding the fact that he wants this. He likes this. No - he
loves this.
“Seriously.” JJ snorts when Yuri looks away.
“You're surprised? Oh, of course you're surprised. You're an idiot.” Otabek
spits on the concrete. “He gets off on us fighting over him.”
JJ reaches for Yuri's chin and Otabek slaps his hand away, but he crowds him
against the door frame, all the same. “And here I thought you couldn't push my
buttons any more than you already have.” Otabek yanks him back. “You - someone
oughtta teach you a lesson, Chaton. Someone oughtta spank you. Put you right
over their knee and spank you for being such a little shit.”
This time Otabek snorts. “No doubt.”
Yuri doesn't know what to make of the look they exchange. But they're not
fighting with each other when they push him into the apartment. No, things
changed in the blink of an eye, and now they're both grabbing his arms and
dragging him down a dark hallway. “Turns or at the same time?” JJ asks. “I go
first if it's turns.”
“Same time.” Otabek kicks a door open. Yuri can't see much, the light is out.
And then he sees nothing as something is put over his eyes. “We’ll both spank
him.”
“Truce. For now.”
++
Otabek would fix him in specific positions, posing him with his ass or legs in
the air, taking pictures with an old fashioned Polaroid, then lube himself up
and fuck. Sometimes he came inside Yuri, then made Yuri pull his cheeks apart,
and took photos as it dripped out. Other times he would come all over his skin
and make Yuri rub it in. “I'm marking you. You're mine, now.” And then there
were the times when he would stop, make Yuri sit up, and come into his open
mouth. “Swallow every drop.” And he did.
Other times, when Otabek was away, at practice or out to places he never talked
about, Yuri would sit in his bed and text JJ.
he's insane doing that to you
But it wasn't any different from the things JJ said he wanted to do - except
Otabek had the balls to actually do it.
can you leave? did he threaten you? I swear to God I will kill him for this
He had to laugh. King JJ? More like Drama King. He was so ridiculous.
jerk off for me
Kind of impossible with a cock ring.
Crisse! He put that on you? sick bastard! Chaton I would never do that ever how
can you be there when you know how I feel and know I would never ever
He didn't have the balls, and Yuri said so. You're just mad because you didn't
and he did
++
He's bent over. He's blindfolded. He's gagged. He's tied to a bedpost, naked,
and there are two hands coming down on his bare ass, spanking the shit out of
him.
He can stop it at any time. He can stomp his foot three times and they'll back
off. But fuck if he will because he deserves this. He's so fucking bad and this
feels so fucking right.
“You dirty, nasty little boy whore!” JJ won't stop talking. “Tabernac! You
drive me out of my mind! And you love it!” Smack! “You dirty whore!”
Otabek isn't much better. “You promised. You promised me and you still - you
still!” God! Fuck! It hurts and it's so good. Like he belongs here. Like this
is what he really needed, for a year now.
“He fucked Nikiforov and Katsuki at the same time.” JJ pinches and twists and -
oh, please ow! - he smacks again. “He told me. He told me everything in text
because he knew it would screw with my head.”
Otabek laughs. “Like you fuck with mine.” He slaps Yuri's thigh. “Funny how
that works.” Wait. What? Yuri bites his gag. “Telling me what you're doing with
him. Sending pictures. Teasing me.”
“So easy to tease you, Beks.” They stop. Yuri can hear their heavy breathing
and he has to know what the fuck is going on. “Looking kinda hot and bothered
there, Altin.”
“Don't.”
“You know you wanna.”
Suddenly Yuri's blindfold is off and his hands are untied and he's watching -
he can't believe it -
JJ and Otabek are writhing together on the floor, rolling around as they bite
each other's mouths and grind against each other. Otabek stops to tear JJ’s
shirt off and shove his hand down his sweet pants. JJ’s cupping Otabek's balls
through his jeans and they're groaning and growling and one never stays on top
of the other for long.
Holy fucking god in heaven. Yuri whimpers and he whines and he rubs his dick.
They're still fighting, but it's not even about him, anymore. Otabek sits up
and throws off his jacket. His shirt. Their pants come down and their fisting
each other's cocks as they glare. As they huff and share some weird worldless
thing that's obviously happened before. Oh.
Oh.
He tears off his gag. “What is this shit?” Yuri jumps off the bed. “Some kind
of pissing contest between you two? Is that it?” He kicks their tangled legs
apart and inserts himself right in the middle. “Fuck you both, then.”
JJ grabs his hair and pulls him down. Devours his mouth until Otabek pulls him
off and pushes his fingers where JJ’s tongue was. “No, baby. I really do love
you.”
“Shut up, Jean. I loved him first.”
They touch him, shoving each other away, and rub their dicks against his
thighs, his ass. Yuri ends up on his hands and knees with JJ pounding his ass
and Otabek gagging his throat as they snarl and curse and bite each other's
lips. “He's mine.” They both say it over and over. It doesn't matter, neither
will ever back off.
Yuri knows that's part of the attraction between them. They snarl as they pull
out and come all over him. They flip him on his back and JJ is finger fucking
him. Otabek is jerking him off, and they're staring down at him, waiting for
him to pop like a firecracker. And when he does? When he explodes all over his
own belly and bears down on those two fingers jamming into him again and again
and again? They scoop his come up and slurp it like greedy bastards.
JJ is the first to kiss him. It's nasty, he's passing his own come back to him
and sucking it right back into his own mouth. “God, Chaton. Look at what you
make me do!”
Then Otabek yanks him off and kisses JJ with none of the finesse he ever used
on Yuri. His come dribbles down their faces and JJ is smirking when Otabek
pulls back. “He drives me crazy, I drive you crazy.” JJ pats his cheek. “Fair
enough, eh?”
“Go to hell.” Otabek stumbles when he stands up. JJ offers Yuri a hand and
somehow they all fall into bed together.
++
Yuri wasn't mad. He just didn't expect it to work out this way. JJ was staying
at Otabek's and Otabek was still calling himself Yuri's boyfriend, JJ was still
engaged, and Yuri was still being ‘punished,’ by Yakov and Lilia, with a
grounding he never respected, and then by JJ and Otabek for being a whore and a
tease. It was all bullshit. They were all hypocrites - even Otabek - but he
couldn't be mad, even if he didn't expect Otabek to be so into the both of
them.
He liked tying Yuri up and letting JJ loose in him, like letting an animal out
of a cage, and JJ would bite and lick and suck and fuck Yuri senseless until he
couldn't come anymore, while Otabek took picture after picture. Then, when he
was fucked out and JJ’s come was leaking from his ass, Otabek would piledrive
into him, kissing him gently, sweetly, reverently. “I love you so much, Yura.”
He couldn't be mad, because he was beginning to think he loved him, too.
“You're mine, though.” JJ was always right behind Yuri, holding Yuri's legs
back as Otabek rammed into him over and over.
“Shut the fuck up, Jean.”
God, this was crazy.
End Notes
     I just wanted to thank everyone for the amazing comments and support
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     want you to know it means the world to me that so many of you find
     enjoyment in these things. You guys are so wonderful. Everything I
     write is for you guys. You're the best.
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