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"Nng..hah..un!" Groaning, Yurio uneasily hurried along the shopping mall's busy long hallway; avoiding staring eyes. He followed the signs to the men's bathroom, not knowing why his body was acting like this. Beads of sweat made strings of blonde hair stick to his cheeks, lips, and forehead. He didn't notice, only suffering through the rising heat as it made his legs weak and his breathing harder.
His mind felt muddled, and Yurio caught himself quick enough to hold back a low moan. Thankfully, the busy atmosphere overpowered his voice. Even walking felt impossible. His jeans were too tight on his waist, and when he walked his thighs brushing together sent spikes of heat to his lower belly .
"Uunh, Shit..hah." Squeezing his eyes tight, he was sent through a full body shiver. What was this? What was happening?? Letting out a low whine, he involuntarily gripped his bulge - then instantly let go as a pen & poster were shoved in his face.
"It's really you! Yuri Plisetsky! Please, sign this, I'm a big fan." The body in front of him asked, pushing the items insistently. Yurio cringed back, barely standing, waving them away. "Ngh-No, not right now. Please." And with that he slipped to the ground in a fevery mess.
"Wh-whats wrong? Someone help!"
Gasps came from all sides as parents lead their children away and bystanders stared with wide eyes, recognizing the figure skater.
Yurio had come to the shopping center just to window shop, and had stopped at the food court only to unexpectedly find Victor and Yuuri. Reluctantly convinced to eat with them, he ordered, but the seedy looking cashier that had kept eyeing him gave him the creeps. He should've listened to his gut.
Halfway through his meal he excused himself to the bathroom, thinking the weird feeling in his bladder was just nature calling....
Icy blue eyes melted into tears as he curled up onto his side, fighting to keep his hands from touching himself.
The commotion and yells for assistance grew and suddenly his head was pounding, the lights too bright. The unrelenting feeling grew until his soft gasps escalated to full on groans and whimpers.
Running footsteps quickened and soon there were familiar voice's quieting the public and claiming that they were close friends to the emergency staff. The voices spoke his name.
"Yurio. Yurio, what's wrong. Hey, can you hear me?" Grey hair tickled his face and he was pressed against a warm firm chest. Shivering, he bucked his hips against the conveniently placed leg, not being able to stop the pleasured moan that feel from his lips.
"Eh? Victor, he's-"
"Uh- I....Something must've been slipped in his food." The handsome skater moved his leg back, instead trying to get him up.
Yuuri bit his lip, face dark and muttering back. "The cashier."
Yurio panted, hot breaths puffing onto a pale neck. "P-please.. it's so hot. Make it go away..." He wantonly reached after the leg he was denied.
Hands wringing together, Yuuri spoke to his coach. "L-let's just get him home, somewhere safe. We can figure it out from there." Some of the crowd seemed to already be pulling out their phones.
Nodding, Victor easily hefted the smaller male into his arms and started towards the exit.
Yuuri walked behind him, watching the usually cold and haughty teen pant and grind himself upon his boyfriend's chest. He scowled, even though he knew it wasn't Yurio's fault as he was obviously under some kind of influence.
The bouncing motion as he was carried only made Yurio grind his hips harder.
"Yurio! No, Yurio stop." Victor sternly moved him so he was now carried bridal style.
The teen threw his head back, arms looped tightly around a strong pale neck as he fought off an orgasm in shudders.
Whimpering, he hid his burning face in Victor's neck, wishing this was all a dream. Why was this happening to him?
Soon enough they arrived at the couple's shared black sports car, and Yurio was placed in the back while Victor and Yuuri took the front. Groaning, he somehow buckled himself in.
Perspiration melted from any unearthed pale surface, and he unconsciously let his legs fall open. If only he had taken more into account that disgusting pervert's clear as day signs, he wouldn't be in this situation.
Yurio gasped as the car roared to life. The powerful engine practically vibrated the car. Not being able to hold himself back, the figure skater all but desperately clamped both hands over his crotch and doubled over. He was so sensitive, even the slightest touch of air was electrifying on his skin. They pulled out of the parking lot with screeching tires.
In the front seat, Yuuri gulped and called back tentatively. "We'll be there soon. Would you like to go to the hospital instead?"
Hospital? They were going to drop him off at the hospital? "N-no. No hosital, the news," He stopped to lick his lips. "I don't want them to see-..nn!"
Shit, he was actually close! Fuck, if he came in front of Victor and the pig he'd definitely die. A bump in the road. The shaking of the car as they sped down the streets and probably past stop signs. They were all jumbled together, building into one big ball of pleasure in his belly.
A gasp. He was too loud.
"Oh! god-ohgodimgonna..."
Yurio all but shoved his cold and shaking hand down his boxers. Now slumped in the back seat, he shamefully hid his face, and pumped his cock.
"Nng! Ah-hahhhh!" The two stayed focused on the road, not sparing him a glance; he was grateful. There was no way he could survive being seen like this. The humiliation would kill him.
Biting his fist and breathing roughly through his nose, he shuddered violently as a choked groan escaped him.
A damp stain leaked onto the front of his tight jeans, his body twisting and mouth falling slack as he came.
He struggled to catch his breath, the figure at the front gripping the wheel tightly. Yuuri had his head down, shoulders hunched, and legs pressed tightly together.
A few moments passed, the car quiet. Victor and Yuuri both had light blushes painting their cheeks but kept their eyes on the road.
'Oh my god. I can't believe this happened.'
A whimper was heard, then.."I-I'm sorry.." Humiliated, he sobbed. The only thing that made him cry any harder was the fact that he was still hard.
The other two immediately tried comforting him. Yuuri pushed his seat back and turned, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey hey it's alright. Yurio, don't cry. We'll help you, it's okay. We're not mad. Come on." He nodded to Victor, a sign to hurry the fuck up and get them home.
Swallowing thickly at the want that curled low in his belly, Victor nodded. "It's alright Yurio. None of this is you're fault."
Truthfully, he'd always found the small blonde attractive but he was much too young It was a good thing they'd decided to take him home, or else the media would have gotten a kick out of this if they found out what happened to the prospering young skater.
The blond was quieter, still shaking but able to think a little clearer now that he'd gotten his release.
6 minutes later, Yurio was back to moaning deliriously, but they were finally home. Victor slid into the first parking spot he saw and asked his lover to go open the door for him.
"Okay. Don't drop him." He teased.
Snorting, Victor opened the back door. "Hey. We're here. Come on." Yurio was practically weightless in his arms, but the wriggling didn't help.
"Fuck. Shit, fuck I'm...hahh!"
The cry tore itself from his throat, and his body seemingly decided that listening to his brain was stupid. His muscles stiffened, blonde head thrown back, hands grasping at the air, and knees curling up into his chest. It hurt. It felt so good.
Too good.