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works/8639086.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov/Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor
      Nikiforov
  Character:
      Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, and_Yurio_is_a_little_kinky_himself, Fantasizing, Yuri_and
      Victor_are_noisy_af
  Series:
      Part 1 of Russian_Sandwich
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-24 Words: 2618
****** Keep It Down Up There! ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     What luck Yurio has! To be in the room directly beneath the World's
     Most Disgustingly Touchy Figure Skating Couple(TM) almost makes him
     want to puke. That is, until things start to heat up in the room
     above him...
Notes
     You know I try not to write smut for literally every fandom I join.
     But here I am, piling more and more trash into the can that I occupy.
     This is what I get for joking with my friend about Yurio trying to do
     something while his... Parents?... Boyfriends?... Friends?...
     Rivals?...are banging.
     This is supposed to take place while they are at the hotel before the
     Rostelecom Cup. Assuming Yurio is on floor 8 and Yuri (and Victor)
     are on floor 9, and of course Yurio's room is directly below theirs.
See the end of the work for more notes
Katsuki Yuri was perhaps the last person Yurio wanted to share an elevator
with. Or so he thought. The arguing going on between four other skaters in the
first one he came across suddenly made being in a small space with the Japanese
man seem like the most appealing thing in the universe. Besides, it meant he
could get some good old-fashioned pre-competition intimidation and trash
talking in…even if Yuri wasn’t taking the bait and reacting to any of it at
all.
It was strange. For all of his grumbling, Yurio couldn’t really deny that of
all the people at that competition Yuri and Victor were hardly the worst of
them. Sure, he wanted Victor for himself as a coach, and he had no clue what
the man saw in Yuri, but at least the two of them weren’t so full of themselves
as to write a song about how great they were, nor were they in the habit of
getting into petty arguments with other people in an elevator.
The elevator came to a stop on his floor with a quiet ‘ding’ and Yurio dragged
himself out into the hall. He had a room all to himself tonight, and once he
was inside he immediately made it his own. He threw his backpack down onto the
floor beside the bed and fell ungracefully on top of it. The rest of his
belongings had already been delivered by his coach, and a part of him wanted to
double check that Mila hadn’t tampered with anything. But the way the soft
covers enveloped Yurio made the boy reluctant to get up. He lay still for a few
minutes, just enjoying the peace and quiet and comfort.
With a groan, he sat up and dug through his bag and retrieved a plushy. It was
one that had been thrown onto the ice for him at his previous match. Normally
he didn’t care for the offerings at all, but the small lion toy had caught him
as exceptionally cute, so he had snatched it up and shoved it into the pocket
of his coat. If anyone saw the way he now gleefully hugged it to his chest as
he flopped back onto the bed, he’d absolutely die of shame.
He was already fifteen! He shouldn’t be so excited by a stuffed lion! And not
to mention he had a reputation of being the “Russian Punk” or “Russian Tiger”
to uphold! That was already hard enough when his fans were determined to liken
him to a kitten. He didn’t need to be adding fuel to that bonfire…
But in the solace of his hotel room, Yurio felt no pressure to be that punk or
tiger. He could just be himself. He could squee over how adorable and soft the
mane of his tiny lion was and nobody could bother him. He was busy running a
finger over its velvety fur, smiling at it and trying to come up with a name
for it, when he heard something in the room above him.
“Hello, Yuri!” shouted a muffled but familiar voice.
“Victor! Are you drunk again?!” yet another familiar voice cried out.
Oh great. Just great. Yurio could feel his anger seeping back into his body.
Yuri and Victor were right above him, apparently. He closed his eyes and
breathed deeply through his nose, praying that they wouldn’t stay so loud and
that he could pretend they didn’t exist some more.
He was just beginning to believe that he had gotten his wish some minutes later
when he hadn’t heard anything more from the disgustingly touchy couple. He
breathed a sigh of relief, slowly getting to his feet and intending on getting
a shower. He had barely taken a single step away from the bed before he heard a
most…unusual noise. It sounded like a moan, but it had been so quiet he wasn’t
sure.
He stiffened, listening intently. This wouldn’t have been the first time he had
overheard a couple in a hotel room next to him getting their freak on, but it
never ceased to amuse him whenever it happened. Sometimes it was even loud
enough that he could record it on his phone and play it later to his fellow
skaters. They never seemed to laugh with him about it, but it amused him and
that was all that mattered.
He sat on the edge of the bed, straining his ears. He hoped and prayed to hear
it again, and after a moment his wish was granted. A long, drawn out moan
reverberated through the walls. Yurio snickered and fiddled with his phone,
getting it ready to record if the sounds continued. The next time he heard a
gasp, he hit record and set it on the bed beside him. Whoever was getting it on
sure was being loud, he was certain his phone would be able to pick up every
sound.
A part of him wondered which wall he should put the device by in order to get a
better recording, so he quietly got up and put an ear to each wall. To his
disappointment and confusion, the sounds didn’t get any louder. Only when a
particular moan floated to his ears did it hit him where the source was.
“Oh, Yuuuuriiii~ Do that again!” Victor moaned, clear as day from the room
above him.
“Victor, quiet down!” came a hushed, but still loud and clear reply from Yuri.
Yurio paled and he scrambled to pick up his phone. It was funny to record
strangers or even other skaters having sex, but he did NOT want Victor and
Yuri’s moans to be on his phone. They were the LAST people he wanted to hear
bumping uglies!
As his fingers fumbled with the device he heard another loud mewl from the
older Russian, and a strange shock went down Yurio’s spine. He stood stock
still, his phone still picking up all the sounds from the room above him.
Inside his mind was racing. He didn’t want to be recording this, but if he did
he might be able to use it as blackmail later. He also knew that he shouldn’t
be reacting to these sounds for many, many reasons, but neither Victor nor Yuri
seemed concerned about keeping it down, despite the Japanese man’s protest a
moment ago.
Slowly, Yurio retrieved a roll of tape he kept in his bag for just such an
occasion and tore off a length of it. He had to create a rather dangerous pile
on one of the chairs in order to reach the ceiling, but when he did, he taped
his phone to it. There. Now he could leave the room for a bit and his phone
would still pick up everything. Maybe he could go down the hall and get some
ice. Or go for a short walk. Yeah. Then he could have his incriminating
evidence without having to listen to it himself.
At least, that’s what he told himself he should be doing as he came to sit on
his bed again. Above him Yuri’s heavy panting had become audible, and Yurio
would be lying if he said there wasn’t something intoxicating about the way
Victor kept begging him for more. The boy lay against the pillows at the head
of the bed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. He was
beginning to wonder if he should be frustrated that his mind was conjuring up a
scene to go with what he was hearing or not. Either way, he could almost see
what was going on in the room above as clear as day.
Victor would be on his back, most definitely. He would be flushed from head to
toe, with his actually rather beautiful blue eyes blown wide and half-lidded.
His lips would be swollen from kissing, and maybe a little bruised. On second
thought they most certainly would be. Victor had always struck Yurio as the
type to like it rough, and going by the way he was groaning he had been spot
on. Victor’s hair would be a mess, partially stuck to his forehead with sweat.
His neck, shoulders, and collarbone would be littered with marks that would
make it impossible to wear t-shirts for a while without make-up to cover them
up. If Yurio could see his back, he’d guess there would be long, red scratch
marks marring his pale skin. The boy also imagined that the love bites didn’t
litter just his upper body. They’d be spotted around his hips and thighs as
well. And of course, the part that Yurio was almost ashamed to admit made his
dick throb, Victor would be completely hard, precum trickling from the head.
As for Yuri… Well Yurio may as well admit at least to himself that the Japanese
man had a good amount of sex appeal when he was on the ice. If the Yuri he saw
skating to Eros was the same one in bed with Victor now, things were probably
getting kinky up there. Yurio’s mental image shifted somewhat. Victor’s hands
were tied at the wrists above his head, his own tie used for the act
nonetheless. Yuri would be above him, glasses off and hair slicked back with
sweat, giving him that attractive face Yurio had seen mostly on TV. He’d have
Victor pinned by his hips, lips parted and tongue peeking out to tease at the
older man’s length.
As if hearing his inner thoughts, Victor moaned loudly again above him. “Yu-
Yuri! Don’t…don’t stop!” he whined.
Yuri would smirk at that and take the head, only the head, into his mouth.
Yurio wasn’t aware of the way he was biting his own bottom lip as he shucked
off his hoodie, finding it way too warm in the room suddenly. He caught a
glimpse of the tent in his pants and cursed. He was letting his mind runaway
way too much…but he couldn’t stop himself.
Resigning himself just a little, he palmed at his own erection and hit play on
his imagination again. Yuri was sucking the head of Victor’s dick, right? Yeah,
that was right. His thumbs would be rubbing gentle circles over Victor’s hip
bones, too. He could hear Victor’s breathing getting ragged above him, and he
imagined that now Yuri would be slowly, agonizingly slowly lowering his mouth
further and further down his length. Finally when he had taken all of it in, he
would suddenly draw back, nearly coming off of the man before licking the head
again and going back down. Victor mewled, and now Yuri was building a steady
rhythm, Yurio matching it with his hand. This carried on, accompanied by the
short gasps and whines. And there was quiet muttering to be heard.
“Turn over, Victor…” he heard Yuri say, no longer quite sure if it was just his
imagination or if the man had actually said it.
Yurio didn’t care. Victor was now propping himself up on his elbows, ass in the
air and face buried in a pillow. Yuri leaned in and bit one of his butt cheeks,
making the man whimper. There was silence for a few seconds, and Yurio’s mind
supplied with him the image of Yuri tearing open a condom with his teeth and
rolling it onto himself. He could see with clarity the way Yuri snapped open
the bottle of lube and spread a generous amount over his length.
The last shred of the boy’s self-control snapped, and he quickly kicked off his
pants and boxers. His dick was so hard, angry and red. He ran his fingers down
it, teasing the tender flesh and waiting for the sounds of his fellow skaters’
love making to pick up again. They did, this time with a drawn out moan from
Victor and a heady groan from Yuri. Yurio took himself in his hand and gave it
a few strokes.
Yuri was now thrusting into Victor. His hips shook with the effort it took to
control himself, wanting to be slow and teasing, to make the Russian man beg.
Yurio stroked himself similarly, his teeth worrying his lips again in the
process. Victor gasped above him, and Yurio knew Yuri had found his prostate.
They continued at their slow pace for some time, breaths becoming ever heavier.
Finally, more imagination-fuel floated down to Yurio’s ears. “F-F-fas…ter…
Please!”
Yes, that would be what Yuri was waiting for. Now he would begin to snap his
hips at a more reasonable rate. He would pound into Victor’s ass with fervor, a
speed and intensity all three of them desired. Yurio’s hand was quick to match
his speed, and the boy choked out a few breathy moans of his own, punctuated by
curses. He heard a smack from the room above him, no doubt Yuri having brought
his hand down on one of Victor’s perfect butt cheeks. Yurio could see the way
Victor’s dick would twitch at the shock of it, now spilling precum with ease.
The boy’s own cock providing some slickness for the movement of his hand.
“Yuri, I’m…so…” Victor’s words were cut off by a length moan.
“Me…too…” Yuri replied, gasping.
Yurio wasn’t holding out any better than they were. He brought his free hand up
to his mouth, biting down on it to give his lips a rest. At this rate they’d be
as bruised as Victor’s! Both of the men’s pants, moans, and gasps drifted
through the floor, Yurio’s ceiling, and the boy felt like he was going to drown
in the sounds and images flooding his mind.
A sharp cry sounded from above, belonging to Yuri. The Japanese man had just
come! Somehow that thought went straight to Yurio’s dick, and he could tell he
was not going to last any longer. He could envision Yuri pulling out, his hands
reaching around Victor’s hips to stroke him firmly. Victor moaned again,
stuttering, and choking on his own voice. Oh God, the Russian man too…
Thoughts of Victor spilling himself onto the sheets below him was more than
enough for Yurio to bear. He came, harder than he had in recent memory. The
boy’s head fell back, mouth open with a fairly loud moan of his own. His own
cum splattered over his abdomen and chest.
He lay there for several minutes, breathing deeply and desperately as he came
down from his high. He draped an arm over his eyes, suddenly finding the lights
in the room way too bright. It wasn’t until he was breathing normally again and
his dick having gone entirely flaccid that he even dared to get to his feet.
The sounds from the room above him had ceased, and Yurio had to wonder just how
accurate his mind had been. He stripped off his shirt and was about to pay a
visit to the shower when he remembered his phone taped to the ceiling. Getting
it down in his shaky, post-orgasm state was more difficult than he had
imagined, but he managed somehow without hurting himself. He pressed the stop
button and wasted no time in saving the recording. He was certain his own voice
had been picked up in addition to the older skaters’, so this would perhaps be
the one file he would never share with anyone else.
Still, the knowledge that he could now play the sounds of Victor and Yuri (and
himself) having sex whenever he wanted was a thrill in and of itself. He
discarded the device on the bed and retrieved his pajamas from his bag. A hot
shower was all he could bring himself to care about right now.
End Notes
     I wrote this instead of working on my GanLink NaNoWriMo project. >_>
     I regret very little.
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