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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Viktor_Nikiforov, Katsuki_Yuuri, Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin
  Additional Tags:
      Injury, Hospitalization, Character_Sedation, Yuri_is_a_bit_loopy, I_don't
      know_how_to_tag_this, Smut, Otabek_is_caught_with_his_pants_down, Yuri_is
      16
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-18 Words: 2979
****** The Hospital ******
by confirmedpanda1
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"Fuck this shit! I want to go home!" The small blonde exclaimed over the
painful I.V. flushing the nurse had just finished with. She glared at him as
she exited the room to tend to other patients. He hated hospitals. He hated
people. He hated doctors. The room he was in was a lot bigger than the rest, as
far as he'd seen. What the hell was he thinking? Neglecting to drink water for
a week straight with as much practice and sweating he'd been doing. He was
pissing HIMSELF off this time. Not to mention the damned I.V. In his hand
itches like a bastard. Yuri held in some small yelps as he scratched around the
surgical tape holding the tube in his hand. He wasn't careful enough because it
shot pain and started bleeding.
"Ah, Shit!"
He became even more annoyed with each passing second of the stupid monitor
thing beeping. He couldn't wait for someone to finally turn it off. A nurse
that was passing by his door stopped to redo His I.V. in the opposite hand and
stopping the machine from beeping. 'It's about fucking time.' Yuri thought,
snatching his phone up off the stand beside him and texting his boyfriend.
"R u coming to see me?"
Otabek viewed his message but being busy he locked his phone and tucked it back
into his pocket. He was trying to report items stolen from his hotel room and
the manager denying that anything had been taken without even investigating
first. He didn't normally get pissed over petty shit but this, this was
thievery. It was fucking ridiculous. Leaving his room for three hours to come
back and find his debit card stolen, the spare few twenties he had tucked
behind his license and his favorite bomber jacket that Yuri had picked out for
him. Why does this shit always happen to him?
He didn't have time to argue any longer or get a room refund then move to a
different hotel. He had to go to the hospital to see his lover. He couldn't
quite make out what Viktor was trying to say over the phone, he was doing his
usual Drama Queen thingy and sobbing like a fool. But, from what he did gather
from the crying gibberish, Yuri fainted at practice from dehydration and hit
his head kind of hard. They were keeping him at the hospital for a couple of
days to make sure he's one hundred percent before discharging him.
"Sorry, I was preoccupied. I'll be there shortly." He responded to Yuri's text
and dropped his phone back into his jacket pocket.
Yuri waited for Otabek. And waited. And waited. It felt like FOREVER to the
overly bored teen. He had bothered the nurses so much that they won't even come
to his room when he buzzes for them. The room smelled of all kinds of cleaners
and that weird hospital antiseptic cleaner. He felt his face start to tingle a
bit, tears welling up in his eyes. The warm salty liquid seemed to make his
green eyes sparkle, in a way. He wanted Otabek there and he wanted him there
now!
Ever since young skaters grandfather passed away a month prior, his life had
been a lonely, deep, suffocating dark abyss of depression. To make things
worse, Viktor and Katsudon were the only ones that were willing to adopt and
give him a home to stay in. He was actually...grateful but he still resented
them. Or he thought he did. He didn't even place in the top four of his last
competition because of this black hole he'd been sucked into and so suddenly.
An hour passed and Yuri found himself stuck in his thoughts. He hadn't wanted
to be there. But Otabek hadn't shown up yet either. He wondered what was taking
so long as he replayed the scene of finding his grandfather lying on the floor,
cold and lifeless. They had diagnosed his cause of death to be a sudden onset
heart attack. He rolled over in the uncomfortable hospital bed and hugged his
pillow, silently crying into it. Ever since that day, he hated even being left
alone for just a few minutes even.
The door slowly creaked open and all negative thoughts were forgotten as he
looked up and saw his boyfriends face.
"Beka!" He said with definite excitement. Otabek's frustrated expression from
the hotel issue earlier quickly shifted into a calming smile as he closed the
door behind him and took his place in the seat next to Yuri's bed, "How are you
feeling, my love?"
"My head hurts." His eyes still wet and puffy from crying.
"Does it hurt that bad?"
"No, I was..thinking. Pain doesn't affect me like that."
Otabek leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon Yuri's soft lips. He felt
so much better now that his boyfriend was there with him, finally. "What took
you so long?" His boyfriend chewed his cheek, still a bit aggravated, "Hotel
thieves again and then I got stuck in traffic and decided to drive up the
sidewalk in which lead to me being pulled over and ticketed."
"Fucking dumbass."
"I was trying to get to you, Yura. It didn't help that I told the officer I was
going to see my boyfriend in the hospital. Apparently he was a 'homophobe' and
that just made things worse."
Yuri suddenly started giggling uncontrollably at how offended and irritated
Otabek looked explaining that. His boyfriend shifted in his seat, it being
incredibly uncomfortable as well. Every time something happened, Yuri would
suddenly erupt in a giggle fit. His face felt funny. He couldn't feel his nose
but it itched. He wiggled it at Otabek and he couldn't help my smile and
chuckle. Yuri was as high as a kite. Probably from the pain meds they gave him
for the fall he took. He kept looking around the room trying to process what
exactly this feeling was. Shit, Yuri hadn't been high before. This was fun
occasionally he would raise his hand and bump his nose to make sure it was
still there. "Yura, how come Mr. Nikiforov or Mr. Katsuki didn't stay here with
you?" He just shrugged, starving at the Kazakh.
It wasn't long before Yuri's silliness started to roll into the medication
making him drowsy. He'd dozed off several times and spooked himself awake again
or Otabek would shift in the uncomfortable chair and scare him. Yuri scooted
over in his bed and patted the extra space for his boyfriend to lay with him.
Reluctantly, he stood from the awful chair and removed a few layers of clothing
and his boots, leaving himself in his boxer briefs. He climbed into the bed
with Yuri and held him close to his chest. The blonde was already dozing off
again, now being a lot more comfortable in his lover's arms.
They both faded into sleep. Yuri having a flashback dream, the first time
Otabek stayed over at his house. They had plans of naughty bedroom activities.
His dream was very vivid.
[The dream]
They were alone at his grandfather's house for the first time. Otabek even had
permission to spend the night. It was a cold, snowy evening. Beka couldn't even
ride his bike over, the wind was far too dry and crisp. When a gust of air and
snow would come through, it stung like a thousand tiny knives or a multitude of
paper cuts. It may have been harsh outside, but that hadn't stopped them from
their planned events. Yuri was going to lose his virginity. Give it to the man
he so deeply had fallen head over heels in love with.
Yuri had rolled over pulling Otabek on top of him and squeezing his own thighs
around his boyfriend's waist, kissing the slightly tanned and toned skater
roughly. Their lips seemed to have been fighting for dominance. When they
finally had to come up for air, Yuri bit Otabek's lip and tugged it slightly.
Earning a moan from his lover, "I want you, Yura."
The small sleeping blonde was blushing and moaning aloud in his sleep.
With each piece of clothing that came off, the make-out session intensified
even further. Yuri was palming his boyfriends already rock solid length through
his sweatpants. Yuri's body got hot. He could feel himself becoming so aroused
that he could practically melt himself. His boyfriend was just too fucking hot.
His toned...sculpted body. The scent of his cologne. Everything. It was driving
him insane. He needed it. He needed it now!
Yuri woke to his boyfriend gently nudging him. He groaned in protest but it
turned into a moan when the older boys leg brushed against his groin. The dream
was over. Oh god, this is embarrassing. His boyfriend had caught him having a
horny dream. He grinned and didn't bother opening his eyes, "I'm gonna fuck
you."
Otabek's face got hot. Was Yuri still asleep? What in the world was he dreaming
about, exactly? Before Otabek could say anything Yuri moaned his name,
"Otabek...Beka...Bekaa~" he looked down to see Yuri's hand beneath the blanket,
making it rise and fall. He was definitely not asleep. He peaked under the
covers, his face got even redder as he felt his own erection start to form.
Before he had time to say anything, Yuri was already on top of him, kissing
down his boyfriend's neck, moaning a bit hushed into his ear.
He wanted his lover to finally penetrate him. The night they had planned had to
be stopped, because his grandfather came home early and they had to stop in
fear of getting caught. Having it be, Yuri was still technically illegal, even
with only a month until his 16th birthday. "Fuck me, asshole. Don't lie there."
Yuri lifted himself and ground down hard against Otabek's hard-on. His gown was
open in the back and his clothes were taken from him upon admission. His body
seemed to move on its own as he kissed down Otabek's chest, sucking some and
leaving a trail of hickeys, making his way down to the very large tool his
boyfriend possessed.
Ignoring his lover's protests, he pulled the waistband of Beka's boxer briefs
down allowing his cock to spring free. Yuri froze for a moment, admiring the
long and thick hunk of flesh standing straight up like the Eiffel Tower before
him. He still felt a bit loopy from the medication. Eh. Fuck it. He licked his
lips and slowly licked from the base of his boyfriend's cock to the tip. It
twitched a bit. Otabek made a small noise and bit his lip, watching Yuri go to
work. Letting out faint gasps of satisfaction as the small blonde struggled to
fit his cock in his mouth. He bobbed his head on the tip, making sure to swirl
his tongue as he wrapped his lips around it. He knew it felt good because Beka
couldn't hold still.
He was stiffly bucking his hips and his breaths got heavier and heavier. He
felt himself rising to climax. No, fuck. It was far too soon for that. He had
to somehow convince Yuri to slow down but he knew how difficult that would be.
The boy sucked him hard and scraped his teeth over the tip causing Otabek to
moan out, "Oh God, Yura~!"
He stopped and looked at the Kazakh. He had only seen him like this in his
fantasy dreams. He smirked devilishly. Seeing the look on the blondes face,
Otabek knew Yuri wasn't as loopy anymore and he was up to something.
What Yuri had done next surprised them both. He was always curious how far he
could swallow something whole, and he did just that. Stuffing that thick length
into his mouth and forcing it down His throat until it was all in. He reared up
some but swallowed around it, reaching to choke himself whilst he bobbed him in
and out of his throat. Otabek threw his head back into the pillow and gripped a
handful of Yuri's soft blonde hair, "Ah! Fuck, Yura!" he bucked his hips,
loving the sudden surprise. It felt amazing. He was going to cum. He couldn't
hold it anymore. He needed to release. 'Shit shit shit shit!' He was done for.
Yuri didn't have a gag reflex but he mimicked it taking his boyfriends cock
back into his throat once again. He barely got halfway back down on it before
Otabek was taking two fistfuls of his hair and tensing. Yuri's green eyes
widened, feeling a warm heavy liquid pour down his throat. 'He just fucking
came! What the fuck?! I want finished. What an asshole!' Yuri thought as he
pulled Otabek out slowly, not bothering to swallow. He looked pissed and Otabek
knew he was in trouble.
The Russian casually spit his boyfriend's cum into the palm of his hand and the
Kazakh looked offended beyond belief, "Oh, fuck off. You're the one that came
without even warning me first." his voice more raspy sounding, probably from
the sudden hung cock he crammed down his own throat. Yuri looked at the cum in
his hand, so thick and white. He wrapped the semen filled hand around Otabek's
cock, coating it and wiping the leftovers against his tight virgin entrance.
"Yura, don't. I need to prepare you first or it's going to hurt." Beka
explained. Yuri just stared at him as he straddled over 'Kazakhstan's very own
Eiffel Tower.' Otabek gripped Yuri's hips and rolled over on top of the blonde,
"Yura. I said, 'Don't' and I meant it." This just pissed him off.
 "Then Fuck me."
Otabek smirked and pinned the petit blonde's legs to his chest, positioning
himself at his entrance, "Are you ready?" Yuri just grinned as if he'd asked
some idiotic rhetorical question, "I've been beyond ready all night." That was
all Otabek needed to hear before he slowly pushed in his tip. Yuri gripped the
back of his boyfriend's arms, digging his nails into him and scratching as he
pushed further. Who knew cum could be quite suitable lube? The older skater had
to fight the urge to just ram inside of the younger. He didn't want to hurt him
but he could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead as he finally buried
himself completely inside of his boyfriend. He exhaled the air he didn't even
know he'd been holding in.
Yuri allowed Otabek to thrust, it hurt a bit at first but when he got used to
the feeling, it felt amazing. He completely filled the lithe blonde's insides.
Otabek released Yuri's legs to fall around his waist, he pressed their bodies
together and began to thrust harder, faster desperately needing to move inside
and please his lover. Yuri's cock throbbed and he squeezed himself around
Otabek, making him go harder. The young skater's body was burning up. Like
someone had lit him on fire. Scratching down Otabek's back and moaning like a
desperate whore not even caring that they were in a damned hospital. With each
of his boyfriend's thrusts, he could feel himself fading into incoherence due
to the intensity of pleasure he felt, "Oh fuck, Beka! Harder! Yes! There! Oh~
fuck!"
Beka growled a bit and rolled the small blonde over until he was propped up on
his knees. Without hesitation, he slammed back in and grabbed a massive handful
of blonde locks pulling Yuri's hair back as he pounded into him from behind. He
was going to cum again! As soon as Otabek tugged Yuri's hair, that was it. He
shot his load up the bed and yelled out almost, "You son of a bitch!"
SMACK!
Otabek brought a muscly hand down and struck Yuri's ass, "Did I say you could
cum yet?" The blonde moaned loudly, a red welted handprint formed on his ass
cheek. It stung. But he loved how the pain and pleasure mixed as his ass
ripples on the impact of Otabek slamming into him and his pelvis hitting his
ass, his cock was too big to simply hit the boys prostate. Yuri was stretched
tight around Beka's cock. But he could still manage to tighten himself and make
it harder for the Kazakh to resist the urge to cum.
Beka moaned. Actually moaned, and slammed into him one time, so hard that it
pushed Yuri face first into the pillows, "Oh god! Oh fuck! Yes! Beka!" He was
now panting and drooling. Otabek fearing they'll get in trouble, he had enough
and reached forward covering Yuri's mouth so he couldn't yell out anymore. The
blonde came again and began to tremble. His body felt like gelatin. He didn't
want this to end.
The older skater pushed in as deep as he could and released his load, filling
the younger up. They were both panting heavily, trying to steady their
breathing. Yuri's stupid heart monitor thing was going nuts the whole time and
they'd ignored it. Just as Otabek was about to rest himself down and relax with
Yuri, the door swung open.
"Yurio! We're finished-" Viktor stopped mid-sentence and dead in his tracks as
he walked in. His mouth flew open and his hand covered it. Yuri and Otabek both
scrambled to cover themselves and Beka just couldn't manage to stop
apologizing. "Viktor get out!" Yuri demanded and Viktor looked at him, a way
he'd never seen that silver-haired Russian, "I think, not."
Yuri didn't say another word. He just paged a nurse to help him get into the
shower to clean up for bed. He knew Viktor was furious. He'd never seen him
look like that in the entire time he knew Nikiforov. It scared him a little.
Only a little though. Otabek, on the other hand, was mortified.
End Notes
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