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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:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Watersports, a_smidge_of_smut, Jjbek, consensual
      voyeurism, Catholic_Guilt, JJ+Catholic_guilt_OTP, Bad_boy_beka, Omorashi
  Series:
      Part 2 of Under_the_Golden_Sea
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-07 Words: 1375
****** Never Be The Same ******
by annabeth
Summary
     "If you're just taking a piss," Otabek says, "what does it matter if
     I'm here?"
     Or:
     JJ provides boner material for his male friend by peeing.
Notes
     So I co-opted (with permission) the idea of JJ taking a piss in front
     of a strangely obsessed Otabek from Blownwish and a fic she posted
     recently. I hope she hasn't forgotten I planned to write this, since
     it took a little longer to get to than I intended.
     Thanks to Jen for the beta, since she hates watersports. :P She's
     really taking one for the team, here. :D
See the end of the work for more notes
When Otabek Altin first arrives in Montreal, JJ learns that he's a quiet Kazakh
kid who doesn't say much verbally and says even less with body language.
Seriously, JJ's never met someone so completely expressionless.
But JJ is outgoing, and he likes people, so he immediately tries to be friends.
It's kind of a wash in terms of success. On the one hand, Otabek talks to him,
especially at night, when they're drifting off at the same time in JJ's
bedroom. On the other, he's still incredibly quiet and JJ can't figure out if
Otabek even likes him. Even a little.
But a few months pass, and JJ starts to see that Otabek has both a wicked sense
of humor and a very, very adventurous side. JJ has just turned sixteen, and
Otabek is about a year younger than he is, and he's already been
arrested—though not convicted—for trying to shoplift in a liquor store. JJ
finds this out one night when they're supposed to be sleeping, but JJ is too
excited about the jump he just learned and Otabek seems willing to engage in
that excitement with him.
"Really?" JJ whispers loudly. "You were arrested?! How old were you?"
"Fourteen," Otabek says, and there's a quick flash of white that suggests a
smile in the darkness. "I didn't think it would be such a big deal in the US,
but I guess I should have. That's pretty much the reason I left the US and came
to Canada to train with your parents. Who don't know about this, by the way."
"Wow," JJ says. He shifts in bed, suddenly uncomfortable. He drank too much
water right before bed. "I'll be right back, Beks, I have to pee."
Otabek always teases him for refusing to curse and for using baby words like
"pee" instead of "piss". JJ tries to explain that it's only polite, but never
mind that, Otabek thinks it's funny anyway.
He gets up, slipping out of his room as quietly as he can, because he doesn't
want to wake anyone, and soon enough he's in the bathroom. But there's a
problem. He's started having these… urges… around Otabek. His dick gets hard,
and it's all so confusing. He's popped plenty of boners in his Catholic high
school, but it always seems to be during gym class—and never from the sight of
the girls in the uniform skirts, rolled up to show as much thigh as they dare.
Detentions are given plenty of times for dress code violations, so the girls
spend all day rolling their skirts up and down to keep from being caught.
JJ has witnessed it for two years, and he even has a steady girl of his own
now, but he can't understand why the sight of her bared knees in her uniform
skirt doesn't give him boners the way the muscled thighs of the football
players do in the locker room.
Or the unbelievable butts on the hockey players, which JJ knows because
oftentimes his extra rink time is during the hockey practices.
But the worst is this. The way his body acts so uncontrollably around Otabek
and his incredibly fine, figure skating butt, and his strong thighs, and his
gorgeous jawline. Shit… JJ has it so bad he's not even angry with himself for
cursing in his mind, even though he knows that a sinful thought is just as bad
as committing the sin aloud or outside of your mind; swearing, even unspoken,
requires Confession.
It might be worth it, though, as JJ pulls down his sleep pants and regards the
erection he's sporting. He's going to have do something about that before he
can pee. So he grits his teeth and strokes himself over the toilet, measured
and slightly rough handling, until jets of come land in the bowl.
He flushes.
The door, which no one ever locks in his household because his parents won't
allow it, opens.
JJ freezes, cock out, hand still surrounding it, and glances over his shoulder.
Otabek is standing there, eyes fever-bright, watching him.
"You sick?" he asks in his low, velvety voice. "It's taking you a long time in
here."
"I-I just, I was, no, I'm fine." He's very obviously not fine. His face is
probably flushed, and he knows he moaned—just a little—when he came, and he
doesn't know how long Otabek has been waiting outside the door.
"You sure?"
"Uh, yeah. One of my younger siblings must have forgotten to flush," JJ says,
with a little "ha-ha" face. Otabek doesn't smile. "Anyway I'm just taking a p-
piss, so if you don't mind…"
"If you're just taking a piss," Otabek says, "what does it matter if I'm here?"
Okay, that's weird.
"Why would you want to be?" JJ asks, genuinely bemused by this development.
"I gotta piss too," Otabek shrugs, "so I might as well stay." He steps further
into the room, coming up so close to JJ that JJ can feel his warm breath puff
against his bare shoulder.
"You're so close," JJ squeaks, and hates the way his voice cracks. "Do you
mind?"
"I don't see you pissing," Otabek says. "Go on, Jean. Unless you're too shy?"
"I'm not shy," JJ rebuffs, but the truth is he feels really weird standing here
with his dick out and Otabek practically unblinking at his side. "You know
what, I guess I don't really have to go." He reaches down for his sleep pants,
and Otabek's hand is suddenly a heavy, almost suffocating weight on his lower
spine, just above the swell of his butt.
"Do it," Otabek whispers, throaty and heated. "I wanna watch you, Jean. I wanna
watch you piss, so bad. Do it for me?"
He drops his sleep pants in shock and feels a thrill run through him. This is
so… it feels so unholy, almost, but he can't resist that note in Otabek's
voice. It's delicious, like chocolate just as it starts to melt on the tongue.
"Why?" he whispers back, but his bladder is protesting him waiting so long, and
pretty soon that's going to take all option of choice away from him. He's going
to piss soon whether he wants to or not, and truthfully, he wants to know why
Otabek wants it, and he has a feeling the only way he's truly going to find out
is to do it.
"If you do it," Otabek murmurs, "I'll be able to show you why."
Suspicions confirmed, then. JJ heaves in a deep breath, then wraps his now cold
fingers around his dick and directs it over the bowl. He holds it loosely
almost, but takes careful aim—his parents don't appreciate when the bathroom's
a mess, and they always blame the boys—and lets out the breath.
"Let it out, for me," Otabek hums against his shoulder, his chin balanced on
JJ, and he can feel his avid gaze on… not on his dick, but the toilet. Jesus.
Add another sin to the list he has to confess: taking the Lord's name in vain.
JJ gives an internal shrug and begins to pee, and it's easier than it ought to
be to do it with an audience—or maybe that should be, with such an attentive
audience. The stream is full and robust, and it splashes against the water in
the bowl almost obscenely.
He's always been quick at this, and he's finishing up almost before he realizes
it's over, and just as the last trickles flow from his slit and into the bowl,
Otabek shifts behind him, wrapping an arm around his torso and pressing himself
against JJ from neck to thigh. Jesus, he's hard.
JJ shakes off the droplets and flushes again, then moves, forcing Otabek to let
go.
"You like it, Beks?" JJ asks, in wonderment. This is not something he's ever
conceived of nor expected.
"I do," Otabek says. He crowds JJ up against the tiled wall, rutting his
erection up against JJ's thigh until JJ starts to get hard again. Then Otabek
reaches up, gripping the back of JJ's neck, and directs his head down, for a
quick, but unbelievably dirty, kiss.
It rocks JJ's world, and he'll never be the same.
                                     end.
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