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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Otabek_Altin
  Additional Tags:
      Drunk_Texting, Sexting, Dick_Pics, Pining, Crushes, Infidelity, Post-
      Canon, Love_Confessions, Masturbation, Sexual_Fantasy, Making_Out, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex, Drunk_JJ_Dick_Pics
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-13 Words: 4029
****** Take a Dirty Picture ******
by Ashii_Black_(ashiiblack)
Summary
     Yuri tries to ignore the dick pics JJ sends him. He's just a drunken
     idiot. Eventually, he wonders if it can be something more.
Notes
     On a fateful Saturday morning, Blownwish, Phayte, and I spent WAY too
     much time headcanoning about Pliroy. One of those headcanons was
     about a drunken JJ sending Yuri dick pics. We each took the prompt
     and wrote something for it. Thank you so much to BW and Phayte, who
     encouraged me to write this, and also to Icicle for catching my
     commas and minimizing my helping verbs. You three are amazing!
See the end of the work for more notes
  This work was inspired by
      I’m_Drunk!_(here's_a_pic_of_my_dick) by Phayte, text_me by Blownwish
The first time Yuri gets a text from JJ, he promptly deletes it.
He had been minding his own fucking business, getting ready to head to the rink
for the day, when his phone chimes.
It's from a number he doesn't recognize. He clicks on it once he sees that it's
an image.
That's when he sees that it's a photo of JJ. It's a selfie. He's shirtless; his
shorts are unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing his crotch. He's got his long
fingers wrapped around his hard dick, and of course, he's completely hairless
down there. Knowing JJ, he probably waxes every month.
Yuri feels his cheeks heat up at the enormous dick looking up at him from his
phone, but he blushes even harder at JJ's expression. He's staring into the
camera, his blue eyes fixed with an intensity that Yuri's only seen when he
skates. He's grinning and biting his lower lip. Yuri can almost hear his words.
"Hey kitten."
As he examines the background behind JJ, it looks like he's in a public
bathroom, possibly in a bar. Is he drunk? He looks back at that stupid grin and
sees his face flushed and pupils blown. Yuri scoffs.
Yuri hates JJ; he hates the way he does the stupid JJ Style pose; he hates how
he lands a quad Salchow without any effort; and he especially hates how he
parades his perfect fiance around everywhere they go.
He hates that JJ can get under his skin like no one else. He hates how
sometimes, late at night, he thinks about JJ in a far more positive light. Yuri
shakes the thought from his mind.
There's no text attached to the image, so Yuri imagines he's probably too drunk
to text anything coherent. He stares at that hand gripping his cock for a
moment longer, then swipes left to delete the text. Saving dick photos of his
biggest rival won't do him any good.
After another moment, his phone buzzes. Yuri stares at the words in shock.
If u wan Ill sned u mor
JJ was a drunk asshole.
**
The next time JJ texts Yuri, he saves the photo.
It's been over two weeks since the first picture, and JJ hasn't made good on
his promise to send Yuri another photo. Yuri is laying on his bed, hand down
his boxers and scrolling through his phone. He's bored out of his mind since he
strained his Achille's heel the day before and is banned from the rink.
His phone buzzes in his hand and Yuri's eyes widen as he sees it's from an
unknown number. He briefly hesitates before clicking on the message.
This time, there are words below the photo.
Likeit?????
Yuri curls his lips into a smirk as he sees the photo. JJ is also laying in
bed, but this time the camera is pointing away from his face. Instead, the
photo displays JJ's fully erect cock, so huge it takes up most of the screen.
His mouth waters as he thinks about taking JJ's prick in his mouth, about its
texture and taste. Yuri's dick is almost fully erect just imagining the sounds
JJ would make as he bobbed up and down, sending the head of his cock to the
back of his throat. He'd probably moan and tell him how good it felt. Yuri can
almost feel JJ's fingers threading through his hair, urging him to move faster.
Yuri would shake his head and torture JJ further, going just shy of fast enough
to make him come.
He barely registers the fact that he's about to come. His balls tense up, and
he doesn't even have time to grab a tissue. He comes all over his stomach and
it drips down his hips onto his bed.
"Shit!"
He grabs a shirt from the floor and tries to clean off the wet spot before it
sinks in through the mattress.
JJ is engaged, but it's been over a year. If he's sending these pictures to
Yuri, maybe his relationship isn't as perfect as his Instagram claims it is.
Yuri picks up his phone again and stares at the photo. It's one of the better
dicks he's seen, thick and cut. The utter lack of hair makes it look even
larger. He sighs in resignation and presses and holds the photo until the "save
photo" option pops up.
He saves it.
**
Barely a week passes and JJ sends Yuri another photo. Yuri is out with Yakov
and Lilia at lunch, so he sneaks off to the bathroom to read it.
Thinkin ofu
Yuri stares at the picture on his screen. That enormous fucking dick is
spurting come. He clicks on the image preview and sees that it's a Live Photo.
He presses his finger down and watches as JJ comes, over and over again.
His own cock is painfully hard. He listens to make sure no one else is in the
restroom, and he quickly unzips his jeans and wraps his hand around his cock.
He plays the Live Photo as he works his dick up and down, his breath growing
ragged as he imagines JJ touching him.
Just as he feels his climax building, his phone chimes again. Yuri jumps and
nearly drops his phone.
A new message pops up below the photo of JJ's dick. This time, it's a selfie.
JJ is giving the camera a sultry stare, his eyes half closed in bliss. His hair
is mussed, and his skin glistens with sweat. Even more importantly, JJ is
licking his jizz-covered hand.
Yuri lets out a sob and comes so hard he almost loses his balance. He points
his dick into the toilet, hoping that his aim is good enough for it to get it
mostly in the bowl. He slumps against the stall wall, panting.
Fucking JJ.
Why is he sending Yuri these photos? Not that Yuri's complaining, of course. JJ
is fucking beautiful and his cock is drool-worthy; but he's engaged. Shouldn't
he be sending these photos to her instead of Yuri?
Yuri rests the back of his head on the stall door and tucks himself back into
his pants. JJ just has a nice dick. That's all it can be. He can't even let
himself consider actually trying to do anything. Plus, JJ only sends him these
photos when he's drunk. What if he doesn't even know what he's doing?
**
Yuri sees JJ a month later at the Grand Prix Final. They had somehow managed to
not compete against each other in the same qualifying events. JJ is as smug and
douchey as ever, giving Yuri thumbs ups and keeping his fiance close to him. He
wonders if JJ is embarrassed for sending Yuri those photos - or if he even
remembers sending them.
Being only human, Yuri sneaks a peak at JJ's crotch when they're in the locker
room together. He gulps as he sees the now-familiar hairless landscaping, his
dick hanging out as he bends to slide into a pair of track pants. Yuri's mouth
waters and he cranes his neck even further to get a better look. The sound of
Leo clearing his throat causes Yuri to jerk his head away. He glances over to
Leo, who is giving Yuri an amused expression. Yuri lifts his chin, gathers the
rest of his clothes, and stalks out of the locker room without another look
back.
He skates his short program almost perfectly. One of his spread eagles is
sloppy and he slips near the end of it. It puts him less than a point behind JJ
in the rankings.
Yakov yells at Yuri to stay focused, but all Yuri can do is watch as JJ exits
the rink with his entourage of worshippers, his fiance tightly clutching his
side. Yuri rolls his eyes.
The next day, Yuri edges JJ out of gold by two points during his free skate.
The fact that JJ hasn't mentioned the photo yet bothers Yuri, so he turns to JJ
and holds out his hand. "I guess you did alright, Leroy."
JJ's eyes widen and his face breaks out into a smile. He takes Yuri's hand and
shakes it eagerly. Yuri immediately regrets saying anything, especially after
JJ responds.
"I'll see you at the podium at Worlds, kitten. And maybe I'll send you another
present."
Yuri bites his tongue and tries to fight his body's instinct to blush. "I don't
know what you're talking about."
JJ turns back to the crowd and flashes them a JJ Style. Without looking at
Yuri, he speaks again. "You have your read receipts turned on, Yuri."
He fights the urge to punch JJ in the face in front of all of the cameras, and
instead holds up his medal higher as the cameras continue to click.
It isn't his fault that he desperately hopes JJ will continue to send him these
photos.
**
Yuri is drinking with Otabek. He knows it's a bad idea; Otabek has Four
Continents in the next week and a day spent hungover is a wasted training
day.Yet, it isn't every day he's in Colorado Springs to support his best
friend.
They catch up, discussing their latest skate stories and arguing over which
junior skaters are going to be their biggest future competition. Yuri gets
increasingly louder and more honest as he drinks more and more vodka, to the
point where he asks the question he's been dying to ask for months.
"You and JJ are friends, right?"
Otabek raises an eyebrow at him and hiccups. "I suppose you could call us
friends. We don't talk much anymore, though. Why?"
Yuri's tongue feels loose. He shrugs. "Does he really love his fiance? They've
been engaged for over a fucking year."
"I guess he does. They've known each other a long time."
"JJ texts me sometimes."
"What about?"
Yuri bites his lip. "I don't know. Stuff. It just makes me think maybe he
doesn't want to get married to her?"
Otabek frowns. "Be careful, Yura."
"Whatever."
Yuri's phone buzzes and his cheeks heat as he sees it's from the very person
they were discussing. "I'll be right back. I've gotta piss."
He looks at the gibberish text on his phone.
want u
fckng prefrct
pls yuri dont hatme u eveythig 2me
will u kiss me
????????
Oh fuck. Yuri's mind feels fuzzy, probably from the alcohol. Before he loses
his nerve, he clicks open the photo app and flips the camera, taking a picture
of himself sucking on his finger. He types a text as quickly as he can.
u sure u want me?
He presses send before he can stop himself. The photo shows that it's been read
and Yuri sucks in a breath. There's a pause, then Yuri sees the bubbles forming
as JJ continues to type.
Comeseeme
sheratonroom354
Yuri is drunk, but he has to know. He needs to ask.
what bout ur girl
An excruciatingly painful amount of time passes between his text and JJ's
response. Yuri realizes he's been holding his breath, and he releases it,
biting his lip and feeling like an idiot for fucking up what would have been a
sure thing.
JJ's response buzzes in his hand. He looks down. It's a far more coherent text
than the others.
She's not here. I want you. Please come see me.
Yuri sighs. He doesn't love the idea of fucking around with an engaged man, but
at the same time, it's JJ. This has felt almost inevitable since the first time
they shared a podium at Skate Canada. He just needs to give Otabek an excuse
for leaving early.
k
**
Yuri stumbles out of the Uber in front of the Sheraton. The driver clearly
knows that he's under eighteen and drunk but doesn't say anything. Yuri's money
is just as good as anyone else's.
He checks the text again and enters the elevator, pressing the button for the
third floor. The door shuts and he stares at his reflection. Yuri tries to fix
his hair and adjust his clothes the best he can, but he knows that it's obvious
he's drunk.
The bell dings and the doors open and he walks down the hall, eventually
finding 354. He knocks twice, ignoring his heart's urge to jump out of his
throat.
After a moment, the door opens. JJ stands in front of Yuri with a look of
surprise on his face.
He looks fucking hot, wearing a pair of black track pants and a light blue
athletic t-shirt. His hair is wet, and Yuri longs to tug on the damp strands.
They stare at each other for a moment, and Yuri isn't sure what to do. JJ is
always the instigator, and Yuri doesn't want to fuck up.
"Did you mean it?" Yuri's voice comes out as pitchy. He clears his throat. "Do
you really-"
JJ nods slowly, his eyes wide. Then, his expression changes from surprised to a
look of desire. "I didn't think you would actually come."
Yuri steps forward. They're centimeters away from each other and Yuri can feel
heat radiating off of JJ's body. "I want you to make me come."
The words are stupid and cheesy, but he knows JJ appreciates it. He smirks,
then grips JJ's shirt, pulling him down into a kiss.
JJ tastes like whiskey, but Yuri feels drunk on JJ himself. He kisses Yuri with
fire and passion, everything Yuri finds irresistible about the idiot. His lips
are soft, and Yuri lets out a soft moan.
While Yuri may have initiated the kiss, JJ quickly takes over. He wraps his
arms around Yuri and plunges his tongue into Yuri's mouth. Yuri gives as good
as he gets, kissing JJ until he feels dizzy from lack of oxygen.
Yuri pulls away and pushes JJ forward, closing the door behind him with his
foot. JJ presses Yuri against the wall and captures his lips into another kiss,
sliding his hands up and down Yuri's arms. Yuri cups JJ's face with his hands,
gripping his hair and further deepens the kiss.
If his judgement wasn't already compromised from the alcohol, it's definitely
impaired after kissing JJ. Yuri can't think of anything else except the urge -
fuck - the need to feel JJ's enormous cock inside of him. He reaches down and
squeezes the outline of JJ's erection through his pants. JJ lets out a groan in
Yuri's open mouth, and he leads them to the bed. Yuri allows himself to fall
backward, pulling JJ down with him.
"I need you, JJ."
JJ moans and begins kissing Yuri's neck and collarbone, his hands sliding under
Yuri's shirt. Every touch of his fingertips sends sparks down Yuri's entire
body, and he lets out a sob.
He pulls off Yuri's shirt and begins kissing Yuri's chest. "Can't stop thinking
about you." JJ sucks on Yuri's nipple, and he squeezes the bedsheets in
ecstasy. "I want you so fucking much."
Yuri thrusts up, desperate for friction against his painfully hard cock, but JJ
isn't paying it any attention. "Please."
JJ looks up, his pupils dilated in arousal. "What do you want?"
He bites his lip. "I want you to fuck me."
"Fuck." JJ scoots back up to Yuri and kisses him again.
Yuri tugs JJ's shirt over his head, and their lips break apart long enough to
get it off. He runs his hands along JJ's now naked chest, loving the feel of
skin against skin.
He's overcome with the reality of what is about to happen, and he lets out a
whine as he feels JJ reaching down, fumbling with his pants, unbuttoning his
jeans and reaching inside of his underwear.
Yuri throws his head back against the pillow and JJ takes that as an
opportunity to suck a mark on his neck.
"Oh - fuck - JJ - please - please-"
JJ moves down Yuri's body, eventually gripping the hem of his jeans and
underwear, and tugging them off. He stares down at Yuri's naked frame, and Yuri
wonders what he's thinking about. Judging by his expression, he doesn't seem to
regret what's about to happen.
"Stop staring and fucking fuck me."
A smile spreads across JJ's face and he bites his lip. "Just savoring the
moment, Chaton."
Yuri rolls his eyes, but feels himself blushing anyway. He's never been with
someone as attentive as JJ before. It seems only JJ can manage to infuriate and
turn him on at the same time.
JJ reaches for his bag beside the bed and pulls out a bottle of lube. He
squirts some into his hand and covers his fingers with the slick, then parts
Yuri's legs.
He closes his eyes as he feels the first finger enter him. It burns, but it
feels fucking fantastic. JJ is gentle, far more than Yuri ever would have
guessed. Yuri moans as JJ's finger begins thrusting in and out of him. He
begins moving his hips to the movement, taking his finger inside all the way to
his knuckle.
"Fuck, Yuri."
"Put another finger in me."
JJ obliges, slipping his middle finger inside his ass, and curls them both.
Yuri sees stars and clenches his ass around JJ's fingers, desperate for him to
brush his prostate again. Whatever restraint JJ had been holding was let go and
he begins fucking his fingers into Yuri at a far more punishing pace.
Yuri lets out moans with every thrust of JJ's fingers. It feels so fucking
good, and Yuri hasn't even had his cock touched yet. He knows he won't last
long if this continues.
"JJ - please - fuck me - I can't -"
He bends down and presses a harsh kiss to the inside of Yuri's thigh. "Are you
sure? I'm bigger than my fingers."
Yuri lets out a bark of laughter. "Don't you think I know that?"
"Did you spend a lot of time looking at my photos?" JJ pulls his fingers out of
Yuri and takes off his pants.
"Do I really have to answer that?"
Yuri's mouth waters as he sees JJ's cock in all its glory. It's so much bigger
in person, and all he wants to do is take it in his mouth and swallow it down.
But there's no time for that.
JJ slides a condom on his cock, sighing at the touch. Yuri spreads his legs
wider, scooting down impatiently.
"Yes." He takes a hold of Yuri's hips and lifts his body to position his cock
at Yuri's entrance.
"Yes, what?" Yuri frowns and looks up at JJ.
He teases Yuri's pucker with the tip of his dick. "Yes, I want you to answer
that."
"Fuck." He rubs his hole against JJ's cock. "I look at them every day."
Yuri winces as JJ's prick slides into him. He sucks in a breath and nods for
him to continue.
"Tell me more." JJ continues to press forward.
His toes curl, and he wraps his legs around JJ's hips. "I use your photos to
jerk off. That photo of you eating your own come-" He gasps as JJ pushed
further inside of him. "-I couldn't stop thinking about it. You looked - oh
fuck - I wanted to lick the come off of your hand."
"What about the first one? What did you do?"
JJ begins to move his hips back and forth at an agonizingly slow pace, and Yuri
lets out a sob. "I - I - fuck - I deleted it."
He keeps going, and JJ is so fucking big. Yuri's being split open in more ways
than one, and he can hardly take it.
"Why?"
Yuri covers his face with his hands and moans as JJ continues to fuck him
slowly, sliding in and out of his ass with ease. He's never felt so vulnerable,
but he's so turned on, he can't fucking stop the words from coming out.
"I don't want to think about you, JJ." He reaches for his dick, but JJ swats
his hand away. "You don't want me like - like-"
JJ begins moving faster, almost as though Yuri's words are releasing something
in him, too.
"You don't want me like I want you."
He doesn't respond, but he leans forward, almost bending Yuri in half, and
kisses him. Yuri pulls him down further, eager to use his mouth for something
other than embarrassing confessions.
JJ fucks into Yuri, brushing his prostate with every thrust. Their lips are
still touching, but they're both groaning as they grow closer to their orgasm.
Yuri reaches down for his cock, and this time, JJ doesn't stop him.
It takes just a few strokes for Yuri's orgasm to crash over him. Every muscle
in his body tenses as he comes, spattering the sticky fluid between their
torsos.
JJ sits up and snaps his hips back and forth, thrusting deeply. His ass is so
stretched out, he slides in and out with ease. Yuri watches as his face begins
to crumple into an expression of bliss. Their eyes meet, and chills run down
Yuri's body. He's never seen JJ look like this before - not on the ice - not
with his fucking fiance - this is something only Yuri has seen. He gives JJ an
encouraging smile.
That seems to be enough for JJ. His hips stutter, and he drops down, moaning as
he comes inside Yuri. He runs his hands up and down JJ's back, feeling the
droplets of sweat rolling down his spine. Eventually, he stills, his breath hot
against Yuri's chest.
Yuri lets out a long sigh as he pulls out of him. JJ rolls the condom off,
tosses it in the trash can beside the bed, and plops down next to Yuri. He
takes his forgotten boxers from the bed and wipes Yuri's stomach, then presses
a kiss on the top of Yuri's head.
JJ draws in a breath. "Do you want to stay?"
He nods and moves closer to JJ. Yuri doesn't want to say anything. He's already
said too much.
JJ flicks off the light switch and slides his arm across Yuri's chest, stroking
his hair. "About what you said-"
"Don't."
He rubs his thumb along Yuri's temple. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw
you step out on the ice."
Yuri doesn't respond. His heartbeat matches JJ's, and he can feel the thump
thump ringing in his ears. Instead, he closes his eyes and savors this moment,
this one night where he can call JJ his.
**
Yuri wakes up to the sun shining in JJ's hotel room. They're naked and sticky,
and his head is pounding. He's hungover and his ass hurts, but he's never felt
so sated in his life.
JJ is still holding him. As Yuri begins to stretch, he stirs.
"Morning."
He looks up into JJ's eyes. They're both sober now. What if he doesn't fully
remember everything? Even worse, what if he regrets what happened?
Then, JJ tilts his head down and presses a lazy kiss to Yuri's lips. Thank
fuck. Yuri melts, reaching up and resting his hand against JJ's cheek, running
his thumb against his stubble.
The kiss ends and Yuri rests his head on JJ's chest. He isn't big on cuddling,
but Yuri doesn't know if he'll ever get this opportunity again and wants to
milk it for as long as possible.
"I have to shower and meet my parents for lunch, but um -" JJ shifts, causing
Yuri to sit up and look at him. "Would you - want to do this again?"
Yuri stares at him in shock. "You want to-"
JJ nods. "Whatever this is - I'm not ready to stop."
He frowns. Yuri knows that JJ is engaged, but they've been engaged for over a
year now, and they haven't even started planning the wedding. Wouldn't it be
worth it to explore this before he gets married - or calls the whole thing off?
Yuri speaks slowly, trying to come up with the right words - and also trying to
avoid sounding too pleased with the idea. "Okay. But promise you'll send more
pics. And sober."
JJ smiles and squeezes Yuri's shoulder. "Oh, baby, you'll need extra memory
with all the photos and videos I'm gonna send you."
He leans in and kisses JJ. "You'd better."
FIN
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