Chapter Text
Race You
(Uwe's house, during Juri and Jan's month alone together)
Jan raced up the stairs, laughing uncontrollably as Juri ran after him. Juri snagged Jan's ankle just as he reached the third step, dragging Jan down for a cuddle, both of them laughing too hard for words. Jan let Juri hold onto him for three seconds before he scrambled away, laughing. Juri grinned and picked up his pace but Jan was too fast for him, his shrieking laughter growing that much louder with every step he won over Juri.
But it was all lost when the stairs ended. Jan stood at the top and laughed down at Juri wheezing below him. He leaned forward and caught Juri's lips, more than a bit amused that with a two and a half step advantage he was actually looking Juri in the eyes.
"Out of shape, fatty?" he teased. Juri grinned crookedly at the insult and grabbed a fistful of Jan's shirt. He tugged his little lover down, the two of them falling to the landing in a tangle, Juri half laying, half propped against the wall with Jan on top of him. Jan clung to Juri's shoulder and kissed Juri, the drummer not quite prepared for the way Jan turned that one embrace unbelievably passionate. Juri gasped, his chest stinging with deep pleasure as Jan sucked on his tongue, kissing him so hard that it hurt but Jan couldn't seem to stop. Juri didn't want him to and whined softly when Jan did, pulling away and licking his swollen lips as he gazed up at Juri.
"I love you," Jan said seriously as he traced a finger over the line of stitches between Juri's hips, his cheek resting against Juri's heaving chest. Five months of pregnancy had taken a toll on Juri's body and the normally ripped drummer was carrying more weight than he was used to, making even running around Uwe's house a bit of strenuous exercise.
Juri smiled, still amazed at how hard his cock was throbbing from Jan's kiss. It felt like when they had first gotten together, their relationship new and wonderful. Every moment now Jan was at his side with kisses and soft caresses, not a night going by that they didn't sleep together wrapped around each other. And not a single day was it forced, not a single day did their passion wane. It had changed over the last month, becoming less possessive and more tranquil, but every moment was still infused with an endless affection.
Jan nuzzled Juri's sternum, his fingers still teasing over the sensitive skin around Juri's healing incision. Jan had not said anything to Juri about it but time after time he had fingered that incision, tracing over the cut that had saved his lover's life. He had not cried, Juri hadn't let him, but that constant, peculiar touch and the changes in Jan's mood that accompanied it let Juri know how scared Jan had been for him and how grateful he was that Juri was still with him.
"Juri?" Jan asked softly, looking up at him with those beloved sapphire eyes. Juri hummed reassuringly in response, rubbing his cheek against Jan's blonde scruff. "What are you thinking?"
Juri stopped and cupped Jan's face in one square hand, kissing him firmly.
"That I love you more than any sane person has a right to," he murmured, pressing a line of kisses down Jan's neck. Jan squirmed under Juri's mouth, wanting to give as good as he got and not able to as Juri grasped the front of his shorts and squeezed. Jan gasped and fell against Juri, whimpering as Juri slipped his hand past the band of Jan's boxers, eliciting a hard moan as Jan bucked into his touch, riding Juri's hand as Juri pressed his other hand into the small of Jan's back, holding his lover against him.
Jan's lips fluttered against the side of Juri's neck, and then attached to a spot in the middle, sucking and licking as he tried to pleasure Juri back. Juri growled and stroked Jan's sack, enjoying Jan's whimpers and the sudden brush of tongue on his neck. It felt good to have Jan out of control for a few moments; the little man had always been the calculated one in their lovemaking, directing Juri through positions the drummer would never have considered. Besides, a squirming, whimpering Jan glistening with a slight sheen of sweat was more than enough to bring Juri to the edge himself. Juri scraped his short nails over Jan's member, shifting to give Jan better leverage as he rode down harder on Juri, grinding Juri's hand between their groins in a delicious way.
Jan gasped, pressing his face under Juri's chin and whimpered as he exploded over Juri's hand, protesting when Juri pulled his hand away. Juri shivered as Jan's heavy breath chilled the sweat on his neck and Jan's fingers stroked over his deltoids and Jan's mustache scratched at his collarbone. Juri stilled, waiting for his breathing to slow from his climax. Jan's soft stroking was nice and calming, and Juri let himself drift off under his lover's touch, already dozing when Jan curled up in his lap, one hand tracing over Juri's sutures, his ear resting against Juri's heart, listening to its steady beating.