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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
  Additional Tags:
      Love_Confessions, Love_Poems, Stereotypical_Romance, Yuri_is_very
      annoyed, Hand_Jobs, Face-Fucking, First_Time, badly_read_russian_poetry,
      Fluff_and_Smut
  Collections:
      NSFW_Yurio_Week_-_Unanon
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-11 Words: 1738
****** Wondrous Moment ******
by Ashii_Black_(ashiiblack)
Summary
     JJ asks Yuri to come to his hotel room and tries to romance him in
     the cheesiest way possible. Yuri is torn between punching him in the
     face and kissing him (spoiler alert - he chooses the latter). Written
     for NSFW Yurio Week Day 1: First Times.
Notes
     This was my attempt at fluffy Pliroy. Many thanks to Icicle for the
     beta job, and neuroglam for poetry recommendation and some awesome
     headcanon I drew inspiration from.
     Title is taken from Alexander Pushkin's "Wondrous_Moment." It's also
     the poem JJ reads to Yuri.
Yuri knocked on the door to JJ's hotel room. He wasn't sure why he bothered
with this; JJ was an idiot.
He supposed he and JJ were friends. It was an awkward and strange friendship,
as part of Yuri still wanted to punch JJ in the face each time he opened his
mouth. It didn't help that another part of him wanted to shove his hand down
JJ's pants and beat him off.
JJ and Isabella had been broken up for over a year, after JJ came out as gay.
It had been quite the scandal, and Otabek had insisted he and Yuri support JJ
through his time of need. After Otabek had returned to Almaty, Yuri and JJ had
kept in touch. They had gotten to know each other, and Yuri had decided that
maybe JJ wasn't the worst person in the world. Sometimes, it was a Snapchat of
JJ trying on new sunglasses, other times Yuri sent him texts bitching about
Lilia's latest diet restrictions.
The door opened and Yuri stared in shock. The lamps were turned down low, jazz
music echoed throughout the room, and fucking goddamned rose petals covered the
floor, leading to the bed.
JJ stood in front of Yuri wearing a short, black silk bathrobe that looked like
it came straight out of Giacometti's closet. He was grinning at Yuri like an
idiot.
Yuri somehow managed to find his voice. "Did I interrupt something? You told me
to come by at nine, right?"
He motioned for Yuri to come inside. "No, Yuri. This," he gestured with his
hands, "is for you." JJ flashed Yuri a brilliant smile.
Yuri bit down on his tongue to prevent himself from sending a stream of insults
in JJ's direction. This was for him. Did JJ want him? He was torn. As much as
he wanted JJ, this was awful. JJ's room looked like it have vomited every
shitty American romance movie cliche in existence.
"Why?"
JJ took Yuri's hand and led him inside. Yuri felt slightly calmer as he enjoyed
the feeling of JJ's fingers laced with his.
He motioned to the bed. Yuri took a look at the rose petals and grimaced, but
took a seat anyway.
JJ knelt down, practically sitting on the floor. He grasped Yuri's other hand
and stared straight into Yuri's eyes. He looked ready to propose. Yuri swore to
himself he would punch JJ if that happened. "I never thought you would say
anything nice to me, Yuri, much less be my friend. I don't have a lot of
friends. But I wanted to thank you for helping me through the hardest year I've
ever had. I've always admired you, and -"
"JJ - stop." Yuri couldn't take any more of this sappy bullshit.
JJ stopped speaking and gulped. "What?"
"What are you trying to say?"
His eyes brightened. JJ released Yuri's hands and dug through the pockets in
his robes, pulling out a folded piece of paper. "Yuri, this will explain things
far better than I ever could."
That was when the horror really started. JJ began to read a poem. A fucking
love poem. In Russian. With a terribleaccent.
"Kak mimoletnoe videne
Kak genii chistoi krasoty"
Yuri winced at the garbled Russian. JJ continued, adding inflection to all of
the wrong words, trying desperately to sound romantic. Instead, he just sounded
constipated.
"Jesus Christ, JJ. Stop with the Pushkin poetry. What the fuck is all of this?"
JJ bit his lip and put down the paper. "I like you, Yuri. I wanted to do
something special for you."
Yuri's heart drummed in his ears at JJ's confession. Still, he had to keep his
wits about him, because JJ was also a total and utter dork. "Do you really
think this -" he gestured around the room. " - is what I like?"
JJ looked unsure of himself. "Well, I didn't know, but my mom said -"
"You told your mom about this?" Yuri groaned and buried his face in his hands.
"Did she pick out the poem, too?"
JJ's shoulders slumped and he sat down on the bed beside Yuri. "I'm an idiot,
aren't I?"
Yuri pursed his lips and looked at the fucking gorgeous dork sitting beside
him. He had made the first move, something Yuri was too terrified to do
himself. Even if JJ had gone about things in the worst way possible, it showed
effort on his part.
"Calm your tits, JJ. I like you, too."
JJ's head shot up and he stared at Yuri like an overeager puppy. "Really?"
Yuri sighed. "Really. Now fucking kiss me."
JJ didn't have to be told twice. He pressed his lips to Yuri's and let out a
gasp as Yuri kissed him back.
Yuri had only kissed several boys in his life, but this was by far the
sweetest. JJ was gentle, loving, his hands cupping Yuri's face sweetly.
He had wanted this for so long, even back when he hated JJ. Yuri had thought
about what it would be like to do this with JJ when he was alone at night, his
hand down his boxers, finger in his ass.
This was better than he had imagined. JJ's lips were soft, his tongue hot in
Yuri's mouth. Their kiss deepened further and Yuri let out a tiny moan as JJ
wrapped his arms around Yuri, pulling them closer.
Yuri grasped the front of JJ's robe and tugged him down so they were lying side
by side on the bed. He could feel the rose petals tangling in his hair, but he
couldn't bring himself to care.
JJ put his hands on Yuri's hips and squeezed, causing Yuri's toes to curl. "Do
you want to -"
He took JJ's hand and brought it to his half hard cock. He let out a whoosh of
breath at the touch. "Yes."
JJ wrapped his fingers around Yuri's cock, giving it an experimental tug. "I've
never - not with anyone -"
Yuri thrust into JJ's hand, desperate for more friction. "Me neither."
"Really? I thought - you and Otabek -"
He shook his head. "We kissed after my exhibition skate and decided that we
were better off as friends."
JJ surged forward, kissing Yuri again. Their legs tangled together and frotted
against one another. Yuri could feel JJ's hardness through his silk robe, so he
reached between them and grasped his cock.
JJ moaned. "If you touch me like that, I won't last."
Yuri pressed a sloppy kiss on JJ's neck, gently biting down on his pulse point.
The hand on Yuri's cock began to stroke, and he keened.
"Fuck."
JJ's hand slid below the waistband in his pants and began to stroke Yuri's
dick. Yuri threw his head back, arching his hips to meet JJ's motions. This
felt so much better than doing it himself.
Yuri peeked at JJ, who was watching him, staring at Yuri's face as he jerked
him off. Once he saw Yuri looking at him, he grinned and winked, tugging harder
on Yuri's prick.
God, Yuri wanted to do so much more than this, but there was no way he was
going to last. JJ stroked for another few seconds, and Yuri reached his orgasm,
spilling his seed all over JJ's hand and his pants.
"You're so beautiful like this."
Yuri rolled his eyes, trying to catch his breath. "You're such a sap."
JJ shrugged and propped himself up with his elbow. "You must like it a little
bit."
He fought a smile. "Maybe. I'd much rather return the favor."
Yuri sat up, grabbed JJ's hips, and rolled him over on his back. He untied JJ's
robe and discovered he was completely naked underneath. His mouth watered at
the sight of JJ's thick uncut cock. JJ stretched his arms over his head, then
flashed Yuri his "JJ Style" fingers.
"If you do that again, I'm leaving."
Yuri bent forward and took JJ's dick in his mouth. He had never given a blowjob
before, but he was a quick learner. He wrapped his lips around his teeth - even
though he sometimes wanted to bite JJ, this didn't seem like that time for it.
JJ let out a moan and threaded his fingers through Yuri's hair. Yuri swirled
his tongue around the tip as if he as eating an ice cream cone, then went down
on his cock again.
"So good, Yuri." JJ was panting and wiggling his hips.
Yuri pulled his mouth off JJ's prick and looked at him. "Do you want to fuck my
mouth?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
He shrugged. "I'll hold you down if I can't take it."
JJ angled his cock into Yuri's mouth, then began to thrust experimentally. Yuri
opened his mouth wide and gave JJ and encouraging nod. He began to move
quicker, eventually reaching the back of Yuri's throat. He gagged, and JJ
stopped immediately.
"I'm so sorry, Yuri-chan." He looked mortified.
Yuri narrowed his eyes. "Did I ask you to stop? I'm fine, JJ. You aren't going
to break me with your dick."
He opened his mouth again and took JJ's cock all the way to the back of his
throat. JJ bit his fist, eventually moving again, rocking his hips upward into
Yuri's mouth.
Once he found an angle that worked, Yuri hardly noticed his gag reflex. JJ
seemed encouraged, because he began to move more quickly and more forcefully,
chasing his orgasm.
For a moment, there was silence, just the sound of JJ sliding in and out of
Yuri's mouth. Then, JJ let out a cry and came without warning. Yuri coughed,
but took the salty fluid in his mouth, swallowing it all. He licked down JJ's
shaft, catching any come that dribbled out of his mouth before glancing back up
at JJ.
He was staring at Yuri in amazement. "You're so hot."
Yuri climbed up to meet JJ at the head of the bed and rested his head on his
chest. "It isn't like you're ugly."
JJ ran his fingers up and down Yuri's arm. "So - um - I need a little bit of
time - but - um - would you want to - go again later tonight?"
Yuri brushed some rose petals out of his hair, reached for the TV remote, and
turned on Food Network. "Jean-Jacques Leroy, I'm counting on you fucking me
tonight. But first, I want to watch Cupcake Wars."
That sounded like a much better plan than listening to awful Russian poetry.
FIN
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