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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Jean-Jacques_Leroy
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Jean-Jacques_Leroy
  Additional Tags:
      Minor_otayuri, Blowjobs, Daddy_Kink, Underage_Drinking, Cheating
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-09 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 1330
****** JJBek Ficlets ******
by djdaddybek_(llyn)
Summary
     JJbek ficlets from tumblr
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Shots *****
“Beka, what’s your type?”
“Blond,” Otabek says, staring over the rim of his shot glass into the middle
distance like a Hollywood general lost in his memories. The dusty light in the
bar helps set the mood. The place is less a dive than a sinkhole but they don’t
check ids and the music plays so loud no one can hear conversations like this
one.
JJ hums, “Alright. But you’d fuck yourself if you could, right?”
“That’s–” Otabek just shakes his head–Jean is strange–and takes the shot,
grimacing. “Your girly shots are killing my entire image, do you know this?”
JJ shrugs, “They taste good. Why suffer if you don’t have to?”
Otabek scowls, waving the bartender over for vodka and vodka only–no lemons,
limes, pineapples, cherries, oranges, syrups, or sodas–vodka. JJ’s protests go
ignored.
“But you  would  fuck yourself, wouldn’t you?” JJ asks again after they settle
down, tilting his head and blinking blue eyes at his rinkmate.
“Is this really my life?” Otabek asks the ceiling.
JJ’s shoulders slump. “I think it’d be fun.”
“You’d get too attached.”
It makes JJ laugh. “You’re so cold, Beka,” he says and takes his shot.
Otabek expects the subject to drop, but that’s too optimistic an attitude when
JJ’s set his sights on some dumb and distant impossibility.
“But, you know, hypothetically–”
Otabek orders a preemptive third round of shots.
“–you know, if we were sharing some pretty boy–” an elbow nudge, “as we’re
known to do.”
“We did that once,” Otabek says.
“Well if we did it again, maybe we could–like maybe we could all–”
“I’ve had drunken whores fall into my lap with more subtlety.”
JJ shrugs, all wounded pride, “At least I tried.”
“The girly shots are going to your head,” Otabek says, but fondly enough that
JJ stops pouting at his shot glass to look at him and grin, sheepish. “So you
want to suck my cock,” Otabek says, and JJ chokes on his vodka. “That’s
understandable. Just ask.”
“I did.”
“I know, but I want to hear the words.”
“I already embarrassed myself.”
“I know,” Otabek smirks. ”It really does something for me.”
“I want to suck your cock,” JJ says. “I’m good at it.”
“With a mouth that big you should be,” Otabek says, enjoying himself now. Jean
is strange but he’s honest, and teasing him for that honesty is–aside from
chasing pretty boys and skating–Otabek’s main occupation in Canada. So it’s his
fault too, in a way, for letting JJ lead him home, weaving through the snow and
ice in black boots.
And if JJ is a fruity shot–playful and impulsive on his knees for Otabek, not
even in his flat but in the stairwell leading there–then Otabek is the vodka
burn–too rough,  too mean, leaving marks on JJ for the pleasure of his whines.
 
After JJ proves he’s as good as he says–moaning around the cock like it’s as
sweet as his shots–Otabek holds his head back with a hand twisted in his hair.
He misses his mouth, coming on his cold-stung cheeks. JJ’s grateful for this,
too, though, wiping it up with his thumb to lick it off like tasty honey and
saying, ridiculously, “Thanks.”
Otabek doesn’t know what to do with him or his gratitude–so he pushes him down
on his back on the landing to help lick up the mess, telling JJ he’s a good
puppy, but daddy’s not done with him yet.
***** Next Time *****
“Are you ashamed of yourself, Jean?” Otabek asks, tugging JJ off of his cock by
his wet hair.
JJ licks his lips before answering, breathless. “Almost never,” he says. “Is
that what you like?” Licking up Otabek’s cock, letting it drag over his cheek,
“Want me to blush?”
“No,” Otabek says. “What I like–” guiding JJ’s mouth back to the head of his
cock, regretting pulling him off in the first place, “–is when you shut up and
do what I tell you.”
JJ grins, bottom lip dragging over the slit, blue eyes flashing up. He sinks
his lips slowly, slowly down onto Otabek’s cock until his throat’s tickling in
protest.
Otabek groans, toes curling, “Finally found a use for you, you cocky piece of
shit.”
JJ hums happily, closing his eyes. Otabek watches, trying not to admire his
long, dark lashes still beaded with water. So Jean loves sucking cock. He’s not
surprised. Jean’s an eager puppy. He wants to be liked. Sucking cock is a good
way to make yourself popular. Unless–a troubling thought–it’s just Otabek’s
cock he wants.
No, that’s not right.
His phone buzzes on the bedside table, again–Yuri’s got a sixth sense for when
his Beka’s up to no good–but Otabek ignores it. The way JJ’s gagging on him
makes it hard to think. And it’s all fuzzy how they got here, anyway. One
moment JJ was crowing about his jumps, dripping at the end of Otabek’s bed in
their shared hotel room, a tiny white towel doing nothing to cover his thighs.
The next moment he was on his knees.
Otabek’s blameless. A victim. And if he  had  ordered Jean to suck his cock it
was only out of pity. It’s what Jean wanted– desperately, obviously–and they’re
fr–
The thought makes Otabek jerk up to sitting. JJ pulls off to look up at him,
tilting his head. Oh god, are they  friends ?
“You alright?”
“Yeah,” with effort, he schools his expression and leans back to lounge on an
elbow again, fisting his hand in JJ’s hair. So what if they’re friends?
Otabek’s making the most of it. “Who told you to stop?”
JJ smirks, sucking Otabek so slow it’s almost torture, then pulling off to lick
down the length, all the way to Otabek’s balls and back, moaning. His cock is
sloppy wet with spit and so red, so hard that Otabek’s embarrassed by how much
he wanted this, wants it, will want it again.
JJ’s proud of himself, it’s right there in his eyes. He’s wanted this longer
than Beka has, and he’ll want it again, too. Otabek tries to frown at him, to
tell him silently  no fucking way . They may be friends but there’s not a
chance this is gonna be their thing. They can’t have a thing. Problem is, it
feels so good it’d be a crime to stop now, and besides he can’t talk without
making some noise he’ll regret. This was a bad idea. All Jean’s ideas are.
“Beka, your cock’s so big,” JJ murmurs, letting his lips drag all over it while
he catches his breath. “Are you gonna fuck me?”
“Maybe if you had better tats,” Otabek says through gritted teeth–he’s so
close.
JJ laughs, “I’ll wear you down. You’ll go back to that little princess and
think of me every time he chokes.”
“Watch your mouth, Jean.”
“You’ll see.”
Beka’s about to tell him he’s dumber than he looks, thinking he stands a chance
against his tiger, but JJ chooses that moment to take Beka’s cock to the root,
tonguing the underside even as his throat spasms around the head. His fingers
tease his balls until Beka’s seeing white, coming hard and holding JJ’s head
down when he tries to pull off. If Jean wants it so bad he’s gonna swallow
every drop.
“Next time you talk shit I’ll slap you with it,” Otabek warns him as he sets
him loose, satisfied. “Maybe I’ll come in your hair, too,” he adds, brushing
JJ’s hair backwards with a gentle touch that seems to surprise them both. They
end up staring into each other’s eyes. It’s not ideal.
“Next time?” JJ asks. His voice is all naked hope–and it’s true: he’s not the
least bit ashamed. He wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand
and treats Beka to one of those lazy grins.
“Yeah,” Otabek sighs, caught. “Next time.”
End Notes
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