Ridiculously Beautiful

    

A/N So this is smut. Just saying. Onesided too. It has a couple Russian sentences in it and you can look it up and translate it but really it's just generic sex jabbering. Anyway enjoy!

     Yurio was gasping for air. His whole lower back and stomach felt like they where knotting up. His gasps came in sharp and his knees felt like they had scrapes from the ice he had been skating on. Lilia had not relented. She made him skate and do endurance building exercises, and of course Yurio was willing to push himself to the edge. Lilia looked at him coldly.
     "Get up." She said unamused. "Again. Do it again." She said. Yurio looked at her darkly his body heaving and his mouth open, trying to suck in all of the breath he could.
     "A-are you insane?" He asked, his voice wavering. Lilia tipped her head to the side.
      "I want you to be good." She said in a cruelly monotone voice. Yurio looked down at the ice, his stomach felt hot and uncomfortable like he was going to vomit. He took in several calming breaths and then shakily stood up. Lilia looked at him smirkingly.
     "Good. Now do it again" She said. Yurios feet felt heavy in his skates and his legs felt as if they were going to give out any moment. He leaned foreword slightly, preparing to go back into the exercise when the extra weight forward sent him collapsing to the floor, his legs completely giving out under him. He landed on his hands and knees when Lilia scoffed.
     "We've pushed you to your limit. Go rest Yuri." Yurio spread out over the ice, completely giving up and just letting himself sprawl with his cheek against the ice, his skin stinging from the contact. Lilia shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose.
      "Get up, you're going to get frostbite." She said gathering her things and exiting the rink. Yurio dragged himself up and lightly skated to the edge of the rink, his skates slamming into the barrier. He walked out of the rink and sat down on a bench on the outside, the sweat making his black shirt stick to him uncomfortably. He brought his hand up to his hair and took out the hair band that held his bangs out of his face. The blonde hairs cascaded down into his eyes, his body heaved with a deep breath and the hairs shifted foreword a bit before falling back into its usual place. He closed his eyes and breathed for a couple moments before bending over and untying the laces on his skates. His fingers felt stiff and hot and it took him a couple moments to get them loose enough so that he could pull his feet out. He groaned at the feeling of freedom that his feet felt. He stretched his toes and sighed. It's the little things isn't it
     Yurio stood up, happy that his feet were on flat ground, although his legs still felt brittle. Later that night he was more than glad to be back to his room. He walked into his room and fell onto his bed, the pleasure of relaxation seeping into him. He stretched his spine, a nice feeling pooling in his hips and lower back. His shirt still stuck to him and his hair was stringy from the sweat. He sat up and stripped his shirt off, disgusted by how he had to basically peel it off. His pants and underwear came next, all equally disgustingly sweaty. He walked towards the bathroom and turned on the hot water, waiting for it to heat, and then turned on the cold water, balancing the two until it was perfect for him. He then turned the third knob and the water that had been pouring out of the faucet was now cascading over his skin from the shower head. He closed the curtain and stood under the comforting water. He could taste the sweat in the water as it ran down his hair and over his nose and into his lips. He sighed and leaned over to a bottle of shampoo and pumped several squirts of it into his hand. He brought the hand to his soaked golden hair and began lathering vigorously. Yurio loved showers.
     After a good 20 minutes Yurio came out of the bathroom with a towel around his slender hips. He wiped his legs and chest down until he was dry enough to put clean soft clothes on. After dressing he snuggled into his clean bed, basking in the comfort and warmth. He loves the feeling of cleanliness and dryness. He closed his eyes for a couple minutes and then decided he better at least do something for his skating. He rolled over his bed and took his computer off of the floor and opened it up. He typed in "Viktor Nikiforov" into YouTube. Many videos came up and he clicked on one from one of his old competitions. Yurio thought watching Viktor would possibly help him.
     As always, Viktors movements were graceful and beautiful. His slender body bending and moving fluidly. Yurio sighed without even realizing it. Viktor put absolutely everything into preforming. His body language, his facial expressions, everything. He knew how to widen his focus instead of just focusing on doing it right, he knew how to do it well, in a way that made people's hearts stop. Yurio admired this heavily about Viktor and wished that he could control his emotions and remember to convey emotions. The piece Yurio had been watching had ended and Yurio laid back, in amazement. He leaned foreword again and went to his own video files, where he had a video of Viktor doing Agape and Viktor doing Eros. Yurio clicked on Agape and was immediately amazed. Viktors movements were graceful and full of Agape, so fluid. He moved his arms and they moved like silk. His hair would swing beautifully with his movements, and when he brought his arms up and closed his eyes, his nose tipped towards the ceiling, Yurio felt his heart clench.
     "What the...?" Yurio wasn't usually emotional in this way but...
     Yurio clicked out of Agape, even though he knew he should be studying it. His pointer hovered over the video for Eros. Yuris piece. Yurio knew that he shouldn't watch Eros since he was focusing on Agape, but his sudden strange impulse got the best of him.
     Viktors Agape in the last video was replaced with that sexuality that Eros was supposed to have, the one that Yuri could hardly get and that Viktor always oozed. Yurio watched Viktors opening, Viktor snaking his arms around his head and then giving that sensual look to the camera. Yurio felt a tingle go up his spine. Viktor then went into the vigorous and sexual piece, and Yuri was right, it was enough to get a man pregnant. Yurio swallowed as he couldn't keep his eyes off of the way Viktor moved, his sexual appeal, and how he somehow managed to be graceful as hell. Yurios breathing began to become heavier and his lower half started to heat up, along with his ears and cheeks. Yurio hissed and slammed the computer shut.
     "That bastard..." he said draping an arm across his eyes. His chest went up and down with his breathing and he dragged his hands up his face and clenched them in his hair.
     "This is not- how I'm supposed to feel!" He said gritting his teeth frustratedly. Yurio laid there, a rush of tingling traveling up his stomach as he thought of Viktor and how his body moved. Images of the times Yurio had seen Viktor naked flashed across his mind, Yurios head becoming increasingly hazy as he did so. Yurio brought his hand down to the waistband of his pants and tugged them roughly up. A pulse of pleasure resulted along with a massive amount of frustration. Yurio opened the computer back up and opened up a new page and typed "Viktor Nikiforov bath". He blushed in shame but decided he was just going to give a big "Fuck you" to dignity that day. Viktor was quite comfortable with having his picture taken without clothes, for a matter of fact, he kind of liked it, so there were many pictures for Yurio to torture himself with.
     Yurio clicked through the pictures, his erection beginning to press uncomfortably against his pants. He let out a few breaths at the throbbing pain that was somehow also pleasant. Yurio swallowed. His throat began to feel dry as he found a picture of Viktor coming out of the water completely naked, his hair flinging water. He looked so fucking beautiful it was ridiculous. Yurio shamelessly whined and absentmindedly began palming his own erection. His pants tightened painfully. He closed the computer and laid flat on his back and began to visualize Viktor, Viktor naked with a blush gracing his beautiful pale skin, his eyes hooded and filled with lust, Viktor above him, crawling backwards, lowering his head down and biting the zipper on Yurios pants.. So beautifully erotic.. Yurio panted while pulling his pajama pants and boxers down, kicking them off. Yurio licked his lips and wrapped his hand around his erection, imagining Viktors mouth lowering onto it. Yurios chest heaved up and down, his mouth open as a shameful moan escaped his throat.
     "O-Oh Vichann.. V-Vi.. Please" he mumbled, imagining his hands clenching in Viktors soft silvery hair, pulling his head up and then shoving it back down.
     "Pozhaluysta, Vityan, Oh Pozhaluysta!" Yurio moaned loudly, rocking his hips upward and pretending he was rocking them in into Viktors face.
     "Tebe nravitsya eto, ne tak li?" Yurio growled. He imagined Viktor moaning high pitchedly, his voice bouncing as his face was slammed into and imagined the slapping sounds of Viktor pleasuring himself as he bobbed his head up and down around Yurios manhood.
     "Vitya, ya chuvstvuyu sebya tak khorosho.." Yurio moaned, sweat beading up at his temple. Pressure began to build up in his member along with a wash of building pleasure as he felt himself become close.
     "Your fingers- ang- you beautiful m-mess" Yurio moaned to the imaginary Viktor before bringing one hand up to his mouth and sucking on his fingers, pretending that they were Viktors. Yurio was still stroking himself when he dragged the hand out of his mouth and down his ribcage and down his thigh, and then to his entrance.
     "Yes... Viktor..." Yurio said as he pushed a finger in, and then another. Yurio arched his back so that he could get a better angle to his prostate and matched the strokes with his cock. The effect was immediate. Yuri gasped and a long moan slipped out of his mouth. In his fantasy, Viktors head was between Yurios legs, sucking him off, with one hand by his entrance. Yurio imagined the dirty sounds coming from that beautiful piece of stubbornness as he rolled his hips upwards, the pleasure from his prostate and his cock blending together and building up very suddenly before with one raspy cry Yuri Plisetsky came all over his own stomach to the image of Viktor Nikiforov.
     "V-Vityaaa..." He trailed off, going limp. Yurios breathing slowly went back to normal and he felt like melting into the bed, but what he really needed was another shower.

A/N Thanks for reading! I have a bad habit of writing smut to be honest. But it's easy for me and fun for other people so why not? Anyway, My otp is hella Victuuri, but I friggin LOVE experimenting with ships. Expect non- Victuuri stuff from me, but keep in mind, Victuuri is my favorite and always will be. Anyway, I bid you adieu! Vote and comment please! I'd love your support! :) and of course,
Live on Yuri on Ice!
~Questionable