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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky, Victor
      Nikiforov_&_Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin, Jean-Jacques_Leroy
  Additional Tags:
      otayuri_-_Freeform, Pliroy, one_sided_vituurio, Angst, Porn, Spanking,
      aggressive_top_jj
  Series:
      Part 10 of please_please_please_let_me_get_what_I_want_this_time
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-20 Words: 2594
****** third time's the charm ******
by Blownwish
Summary
     He had a crush, a secret and a true love.
He's like poetry on a motorcycle, all old school cool and sex in a leather
jacket, and he's in love with Yuri. It's been obvious ever since they met in
Barcelona, and it's obvious now, as he pulls up to the curb and pulls off those
Raybans and hesitates just before he says his name:
Yur-r-ri.
He feels like he rules the world when he climbs on and he takes him. Otabek
rides through St Petersburg, down Prospekt Avenue, Ploshchad Square, and Ulitsa
Street, like a conquering hero. Yuri hugs him, tight. His conquering hero.
“Where else do you want to go, today?” His voice rumbles with the engine.
Yuri presses his face against the black leather. “Anywhere.” Everywhere. Let
the world see. Let them all know: Otabek is here and Otabek is with him. Let
them imagine him bending Yuri over the handlebars and fucking him out. Let them
picture his hands all over Yuri’s body.
He shivers as he imagines these things, because when they trudge back up to
Lilia’s apartment, Otabek is going to sit on his tiger print bedspread, and
give him a couple of quick pecks on the mouth until he has to push Yuri off his
lap. He is obviously in love with Yuri, and that's wonderful and everything.
And that's a problem.
“I want to cherish you,” he told him the first time. “I won't be ashamed when I
make love to you.”
Fucking hell! Yuri wanted to shove the contents of every Rot Front chocolate
package hoarded under his bed frame into his face and scream. But he didn't.
“Look,” he took a deep breath and tried logic. “I want to, you want to, and who
cares what everyone else thinks?”
Otabek just laughed at that. “You know what I mean.” Their foreheads touched
and he traced the line of Yuri's lips. “This is not over, Yura. It's just
starting, okay?”
Just starting.
“Why are you laughing?”
He wiped a tear away. “Nothing, it's nothing.”
++
JJ Leroy was balls deep in Yuri within a matter of hours after winning Skate
Canada. All it took was returning a little eye fucking and a knock on a hotel
room door. He was all bravado at first. Come for a taste of the King? and,
Wanna sit that pretty little rump down on my bed?
But when Yuri passed Mr King Jackass during his babblefest, when he slipped out
of his clothes, when he sat on that awful floral bedspread, tossed back his
hair and asked, “Are you going to fuck me or not?” the smug asshole who fucked
up his win was gone. This shy, stammering, blushing virginal manchild took his
place. Yuri had to grab his hand and put it on his dick. JJ just stood there,
blinking like he never saw a dick before and didn't know what to do with it.
“You have to move your hand, stupid.”
Yuri had to give him a lapdance and a lot of beer. A lot of beer. “Crisse!
Plisetsky,” JJ gasped when the fifth Molson was pushed to his mouth. As Yuri
ground his ass up and down his crotch. As his hands, which Yuri had firmly
placed on his ass, squeezed just a little. “What are you doing to me?”
“Don't be such a bitch, JJ.” Yuri rocked his hips, side to side and -
“All right - I won't.” It was like flipping a switch. There was nothing shy
about the way he was suddenly grabbing his ass and standing up and dropping
Yuri on the bed - and oh, fuck! He was crawling on top of him, and the way he
was looking at him! “Is this what you wanted?”
Yes, yes it was. Yuri shivered. He wanted this. He needed this. He wasn't a
little boy and he was done with junior levels handjobs in the locker rooms. He
was ready to grow the fuck up and what he needed was someone big, someone
willing, and someone ready to fuck him like he should've been fucked - “Y-y-
yeah.”
“You really riled me up. You know that, Plisetsky?” JJ grabbed his hair - and
licked his fucking neck. What happened next destroyed an innocence Yuri didn't
even know he had. JJ found the lube Yuri had grabbed out of his pocket and
dribbled it all over and his fingers - oh oh oh fuck - Yuri nearly tore the
stitching off that cheesy bedspread. JJ growled when he whined and just kept
jamming his finger in harder, faster, watching Yuri's face with this insane,
hungry look. He kept looking at him that way when he finally tore off his pants
and flipped him over. JJ leaned over and whispered in his ear. “What is it
about you that makes me like this?”
Yuri didn't know and at the moment he gave no fucks, because JJ was spreading
his cheeks and pressing himself up against him and oh, fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Yuri knew no one would know. He hoped no one would know. He didn't want anyone
to imagine JJ pulling at his hair like he did. Ramming into him like he did. Or
Yuri moaning into the pillow as he came in big, sloppy spurts all over the
roses on the bedspread.
When it was all over, when JJ snarled one last time and jammed himself so far
up inside Yuri, when he rolled off of him and left Yuri to lay in his own mess,
when he got up, Yuri said: “This is just between you and me.”
JJ had his back turned when they were done. He nodded, then rolled his neck,
never looking back as he shut the door to the bathroom and started a shower.
Yuri just put his clothes back on and walked out the door. Funny how they still
fit.
++
They are kissing under the foyer outside the apartment, again. Otabek’s arm is
hanging over his shoulder and his hand isn't even touching his back. His lips
barely touch Yuri’s, as if he was fragile. Yuri wonders if his Angels are
getting a good angle. It's okay if they don’t. The kissing is getting better.
At least he's not pulling away after two or three pecks. But he pulls back when
Yuri opens his mouth.
Yuri tugs at his jacket. “Please?”
Otabek is afraid of getting turned on. Yuri can tell by the way he shifts his
body away every time Yuri rubs against him. It's like he thinks there's a magic
spell that requires time to brew around them. And maybe it does, but Yuri
already knows he wants Otabek, and he wants to make all the twitter speculation
real.
“We are in public.” Otabek doesn't really like this kind of thing. He keeps his
eyes open when they kiss, watching out for any gawkers. Yuri kisses his neck
and Otabek tastes like salt taffy. “Yura…”
Yuri frowns. “Don't worry so much? You're my boyfriend. This is normal.”
“But - ” Yuri shuts him up with another kiss on the neck. “Yura - “ He works
his way up to his ear. “No, not - “Otabek groans and Yuri smiles. He had no
idea he liked being kissed on the neck and ears and he's hell bent on
exploiting it. Otabek’s fingers grip his tshirt and it's glorious.
“Yurio?”
Yuri pushes his knee between Otabek’s legs and it's too soon, too far and
Otabek gently pries Yuri away and clears his throat. “Katsuki.”
Katsudon is shouldering a nylon shopping  with a celery stalk sticking out.
Yuri smirks. He might as well be talking to Viktor right now. “Hey, Piggie.
Send the old man my regards.” He tugged Otabek's hand and pulled him upstairs
where he would suffer Otabek's questioning looks as they watched bad television
in Lilia’s living room.
If he let Yuri have his way, they'd be fucking instead.
++
Rostelecom was supposed to be Yuri's chance to catch is eye and show him what a
stupid, stupid mistake he'd made. But Yuri arrived in Moscow on a mission,
fuming with the picture of The Kiss Heard Round the World burned in his
retinas. He needed something to take the edge off, after seeing his beloved
grandfather, and that something was a someone dressed in head to toe obnoxious
red and lounging on a stuffed chair in his hotel lobby, as if he was a big cat
waiting for his prey.
Yuri nodded toward the escalators and JJ practically jumped up to follow him.
They said nothing as they rode up to Yuri's floor. As JJ stood too close to him
while he swiped his key card. As JJ turned him around and pulled all his
clothes off. As he backed him into the bed and pushed. As he stared down at him
and took off all his own clothes as if the look in his eyes wasn't already
naked.
Yuri shivered.
Then he finally said something, after he crawled on top of him and pressed his
nose into his hair and took a deep breath as if he was catching his scent.
“Been thinking about you, Plisetsky.”
“I get that.”
“Been thinking about your tight little ass.” He bit his ear. His shoulder. His
lower lip and he hissed when Yuri reached for his phone when an alert went off.
That ding was only for one person. Yuri gritted his teeth when he saw them,
holding hands at Gorky Park, surrounded by snow and bullshit. “Damnit!”
JJ took the phone out of his hands and frowned when he saw. “Huh.”
“Give it back!”
JJ pushed him into the mattress and carefully placed the phone out of reach, on
the other side of the night stand. “So I'm a substitute, Plisetsky?”
Yes. No. Yuri groaned. Probably.
He held his chin so he couldn't hide his face in the pillow. “You… you have a
talent for egging me on.” He wasn't speaking, he was growling. “You - you don't
know when you've gone too far.”
“Like you do?” Yuri growled right back. “King JJ?” He wasn't just the gloating
bastard on the podium. He was also the hungry maniac who ate him alive in
Canada; Yuri wouldn't have been surprised if JJ actually salivated all over
him.
JJ pulled him up by the hair. “I'm no substitute, Plisetsky.” Then he threw him
over his lap. “And you're going to learn that.”
He knew it was coming - something told him it would happen - and he was too
shocked to do anything about it when the first snack came down. It stung and
Yuri wailed and another came down and he kept wailing and JJ snarled and he
kept smacking and pulling his hair and Yuri couldn't stop wailingbecause - oh,
fuck! - he never realized how bad he needed -
His phone buzzed. “Did you want him to do this to you?” Smack! “Spank you?”
Smack! “Well, he's not here, baby and I am!” Smack! “Who's spanking you?”
“JJ!” He was breathless, sobbing, and hard.
“That's not my name!” He smacks again. “Say my name. Say it loud and say it
right.”
”Jean-Jacques!”
He rubbed his ass. Licked his ass. “Yeah. And who's the one who fucks you,
baby?”
“Jean-Jacques.”
He yanked him by the hair and kissed him hard, pushing his tongue deep inside,
scratching his back so hard Yuri was positive he was drawing blood. “You make
me so - so - “ Yuri was back on the mattress and JJ was kissing him again.
Touching him, breaking him when he pushed deep inside. “You make me lose my
mind, Plisetsky!”
“Jean-Jacques!” It was the only name he knew in that moment in time. But it
didn't stay that way.
Yuri spent hours on his phone after he left.
++
He doesn't mind if Otabek finds out about JJ, but he's never told him, either.
He never asks Otabek who he slept with. He wonders how many, if there are any
boys, or if he's the first. He likes that idea but he never says so. It’s like
he's beginning to believe in Otabek's magic spell and he's becoming
superstitious, wondering about certain and specific words which would break it.
Maybe he's falling in love with him, too.
He's noticing little things, not just cool things, but justthings about him as
he stays in St Petersburg. Otabek is very hygienic, and a neat freak. He always
brushes his teeth three times a day, and he folds his shirts like the clerks in
department stores do. He washes up his dishes after every use. The bathroom is
spotless after he's done using it. He uses his laptop for productivity and
reads a physical copy of Popular Mechanics for fun. He sneezes like a girl,
holding it in, and holds his breath when he hiccups, which never works. He
likes Potya but he dislikes the entire concept of a litterbox and refuses to
use the restroom where hers resides. It's strange, getting to know someone one
a human level. Special, even.
“So when will you kiss me?” Yuri's legs are draped over his thighs and Lilia
has left them alone to watch Monty Python’s Holy Grail, which she has condemned
as goche. He's like the Bridge Keeper, and this is the first of three
questions.
Otabek groans. “Yura! We kiss all the time!”
Wrong answer! He would so get thrown over the bridge. “Open mouth. With tongue.
When?” He nudges Otabek’s perfect abs with his knee and it's like poking at a
steel wall.
He sighs. “Sometimes I get the feeling you're rushing for all the wrong
reasons.” His eyebrow goes up. “I'm waiting for the right one.”
Oh. Yuri asks one more question because Otabek hasn't been flung across the
bridge despite the wrong answers. “You really love me, huh?” He never said the
word out loud and it was one of those dangerous words.
But Otabek smiles and when he smiles Yuri knows the spell is still working its
magic. “I've loved you for a thousand years, Yuri Plisetsky.” He touches his
cheek and bites his lip. “Come here?”
He pulls his legs back and leans forward and the light in Otabek’s eyes is so
bright and he huffs this little huff as Yuri tilts his head and opens his mouth
and then - it's so soft, so slow, like stars turning overhead and the moon
climbing across the sky, and they share their breath before they collide, like
galaxies, swirling together in infantesimal destruction, as Otabek's tongue
touches his, becoming something bigger, something new.
++
They declared war in Barcelona. Yuri stormed the ice and Otabek was his sniper,
taking aim and firing as he raised hell on earth. It was gloriously horrifying
and Yuri knew Viktor was watching him. Saw him. Finally saw him as something
other than an angel, a fairy, a kitten, a little boy. He was more than Eros. He
was wild, unstoppable Lust. The kind that drove men out of their minds and made
them imagine doing things they never dreamt of doing, before.
And when he stepped off the ice, when he pulled Otabek's arm around his
shoulders and rolled his eyes at Yakov, he caught Viktor's stare. He sneered
right back, right before he pulled Otabek forward and kissed him on the lips
for the first time. He hoped Viktor choked when he saw what he was missing.
But when he pulled back he didn't see Viktor. He saw JJ - King fucking JJ-
smiling as he clapped next to his fiancé. He wasn't looking directly at Yuri.
No, he was looking straight ahead - at what?
Otabek cleared his throat. “Yuri?”
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you’ve cashed in enough
responsibility chips taking care of FP. Be stupid, be young, but be smart when
it counts.”
Fred pulled him into a hug and for the first time, Jughead felt almost as lucky
as Archie.
===============================================================================
*Tap, tap*
Jughead looked up from his laptop to the only window in his basement room of
the Andrews’ house. Outside, he could see red Keds belonging to the one and
only Betty Cooper. He opened the window and helped her crawl in.
She caught him off-guard, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“I didn’t get a chance to properly thank you for earlier,” she explained.
Jughead was slow to open his eyes, fully enjoying the taste of her mouth on his
again.
“So how much trouble are you in with Alice Cooper?”
“Actually none, she bought my excuse that I was home looking for her award-
winning articles to inspire me for the Blue and Gold. Then Polly came home and
pregnant daughter takes precedence.”
They laughed together, Jughead sweeping her in his arms and throwing them into
his modest bed.   
“That was some quick thinking, Cooper,” he whispered against her lips.
“I’m pretty proud of myself too,” Betty whispered back, taking advantage of the
moment to climb on top of him. “Because you really knocked me off my feet
before my mom came home.”  
“Did I?” He arched an eyebrow at her. Good girl Betty Cooper was long gone and
this side of her that no one had ever seen, it honestly made him hard.
“Mhmm…” She straddled his thigh, rubbing her center against his jeans.
The friction from Betty alone made that deep need inside him grow.
“I wanted to properly thank you…” she trailed off, moving to unzip his jeans.
He grabbed her hand, “Betty, you don’t have to.”
She smiled sweetly, “I want to.”
And with that, she removed his jeans and he helped her take off his boxers.
Betty started with slow, hot, breathy kisses up his shaft and progressed to
taking all of him in her mouth until the length hit the back of her throat.
He gripped the sheets and she had to use all of her strength to keep his hips
glued to the bed. Just the sight alone of the girl of his dreams with her
perfect mouth around his dick was enough for Jughead. And he moaned, loudly.
===============================================================================
The sound travelled up the stairs, through the kitchen and into the living room
where Archie and Fred were watching football. Archie froze, because he knows
Jughead is not alone down there and this is not good.
“You know son, I’m craving a burger from Pop’s," Fred said suddenly. 
Archie follows his dad’s lead and puts his Letterman jacket on but can’t stop
himself from asking, “You’re not going to do anything about that?”
Fred grasped the boy’s shoulder as they make their way to the truck, “Jughead’s
been through a lot, let’s let him have this.”
“So I can take girls up to my room?” Archie asked.
“Not chance in hell, kid.”
===============================================================================
When the orgasm subsides, his animal instincts kick in. Suddenly, Betty’s
beneath him, naked. He probably owes her new clothes but he doesn’t care.
They’re both breathing so hard that their chests heave against each other.
Jughead soaks in the blue of Betty’s eyes and he’s frozen. She’s beautiful and
she’s kind and she’s way more than he deserves. The doubts begin to creep back
into his mind.
“Betty…”
She takes his face in her hands and places a chaste kiss on his lips, “I need
you inside me, Juggie.”
He rolls the condom on and lines himself up with her. He slowly, slowly pushes
himself in and watches her face for any sign of pain. Her face is tense and her
eyes are closed, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his back as he
continues. When he’s fully inside, her eyes snap open and they seem impossibly
more blue. She pulls his face to hers and opens herself further for him. They
settle into a rhythm and Jughead finds himself trading off between kissing her
and enjoying the raspy moans in his ear.
Soon he reaches behind her and takes her ass in his hands, gaining enough
leverage to push her just past her breaking point. In waves, she unravels over
him and bites down in his shoulder to keep herself from screaming. Surely that
would catch Alice Cooper’s attention. When he feels her clench around him, he
lets go and follows her off the abyss.
They fall back onto his bed, sweaty and exhausted. He gathers his flannel
sheets and covers them, pulling her into his arms.
“I love you, Elizabeth Cooper,” he says, pushing her blonde hair from her
sweaty temple to behind her ears.
“I love you more, F…”
“Don’t!” He threatened with a smile, prepared to tickle her into oblivion if
she used his legal name.
“...Jughead Jones.” she finishes with a giggle.
He holds her in his arms, her heart beating against his chest. The sun had long
gone down and the Andrews’ house is quiet. After three tries, of course this
house would be where they’d finally be able to be together. As Fred and Archie
kept reminding him, this place was his home now too.
And as Betty’s breathing evened out and they fell asleep, Jughead’s last
conscious thought was that he had a girl who loved him, a roof over his head
and people who cared about him. Maybe his luck was finally changing.    
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