Okay so in between making proper oneshots I'll make short fillers so y'all don't get bored :P enjoy
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Yuuri had a problem, and he needed Viktor's help. This had never happened before and it was pretty embarrassing. Viktor was probably still out on the rink. If Yuuri shouted, then Viktor should be able to hear...
"VIKTOR!" Yuuri cried. No reply. "VIKTOR NIKIFOROV!" He shouted, louder.
"Yuri?" Viktor called.
"VIKTOR I HAVE A PROBLEM AND I NEED HELP."
Viktor was in the changing room before Yuuri could finish the sentence.
"Yuuri, are you okay? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Yuuri blushed at his protective boyfriend.
"No, I just... um..." he gestured towards his lower area. Viktor looked down and started chuckling. Yuuri frowned and blushed harder.
"It's not funny... it's embarrassing." He mumbled. Viktor smiled and walked over.
"I'm sorry. I'll help you, okay?" Viktor reassured, and Yuuri nodded.
Viktor grinned. "Okay, get ready."
Yuuri gingerly sat down on a bench and Viktor knelt down. "Ready?"
Yuuri closed his eyes.
"Y-yes," he answered. His eyes shot wide open when he felt Viktor's hands moving down his thighs. "L-let's not get t-too carried away, V-Viktor..."
Viktor smiled.
"I'll try,"
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Yurio walked into the rink, chatting to his boyfriend Otabek on the phone.
"I really miss you," Yurio admitted. "When will you come visit again?"
He listened to Otabek's reply as he walked to the locker room.
"Wait, wait, stop talking." Yurio said. He walked closer to the locker room and heard voices.
"V-Viktor! Not so... r-rough..."
"S-sorry Yuri! I don't want to hurt you..."
Yurio almost dropped his phone.
"Yuri and Viktor are doing the do in the locker room." He blurted out.
"Are you sure...?" Otabek replied. Yurio held his phone out.
"Damn, Yuuri... so t-tight..."
"Viktor... it h-hurts!"
Yurio put the phone back to his ear.
"Holy fuck." Otabek said, sniggering.
"Should I go in and scream at them? Or should I wait?" Yurio asked.
"Definitely wait," Otabek told him. "You don't want to see them having sex, do you?"
Yurio gagged.
"Absolutely not. Okay, I'll wait."
"Okay. I have to go now, but text me once they're done and I'll call as soon as I can," said Otabek. Yurio nodded.
"Sure. Bye."
"See you," there was a pause, "I, uh, love you." Otabek stammered. Yurio blushed and grinned.
"I, uh, love you too. Bye."
Yurio had to wait ten minutes before he heard;
"Yuuri... c-coming!"
"V-VIKTOR!"
Yurio cringed, his fists clenched. There were loud sighs before the locker room was silent.
Yurio stormed in. If looks could kill, Yuuri and Viktor would die.
"WHAT," Yurio screamed, "THE HELL WERE YOU-"
He stopped short. Yuuri was lying on a bench and Viktor was on the floor, on his back, clutching a skate. They were red faced and panting, but fully clothed.
"What...? But I heard - you were - what's happened in here?" Yurio asked, totally lost.
Yuuri and Viktor started giggling.
"My skate got stuck," Yuri said between laughs.
"So I helped him," Viktor said, before giggling again.
"Wait, wait... so, you weren't having sex? All those uncomfortable and awkward noises were because of a fucking skate?!" Yurio cried.
"Sex?" Viktor asked. Yuuri blushed furiously.
"What? Me and Viktor - we - we haven't done - haven't had sex," Yuuri stammered. Viktor winked.
"Yet."
"YOU GUYS I'M RIGHT HERE! GO TURN EACH OTHER ON SOMEWHERE ELSE!"
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HAHAHA this was fun to write >:3
ANYWAYS hope you liked this and get ready for a proper, longer oneshot coming up :)
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