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He knows it's going to be a disaster the moment he sets foot on the ice.

He's been trying. Celestino knows that he's been trying, everyone in Detroit knows he's been trying. He's at the rink more than he isn't. He's skating more than he sleeps. He's gotten back down to competition weight... more or less... and he's dedicated as anyone can be. But his heart's not in it and anyone who looks at his skating can tell that.

Jumps have never been where he got his points at.

His short program had been a disaster and he's not known for pulling out of those and he doesn't here, either. It's one of the worst free programs he's ever skated and he barely makes it out of the kiss and cry without the crying part... except once he can escape to the locker room or a bathroom or wherever he can manage to get alone, he's more left feeling completely numb. He tries to feel anything and there's nothing at all. There's nothing left.

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The noise that gets is grateful, as Minami manages to anchor himself again. Romance clearly agrees with him. Rolling through sweet and hot. Helps him settle into being touched, kissed. Enough to get hips rolling, pushing a bit into Yuuri's hand. Determined to participate instead of just feeling.

He's beginning to leak. And maybe that should be embarrassing, except now the slide is even better.

There's the dim thought somewhere that he thought this would be harder, that he's kind of had this weird complex about the entire thing: sex, other people, physical contact, and maybe it's all kind of silly, really. This doesn't feel difficult. This doesn't feel like something he has to reach for, or something uncomfortable. It just... flows, and he flows with it, and the realization doesn't quite hit his brain here, won't for a long time, but it's like moving to music.

He rubs his thumb over the head of Minami's cock and it does sort of strike him that, in complete defiance of everything, he's having fun.

So he does it again.

Minami hasn't had time to really consider such things. Definitely not long enough to have any hang-ups about it. Or consider that other people might. But all his reactions probably go a long way to helping someone get past them. At least for the moment, which is all Minami can think about.

He croons and clings. Shocked by how sensitive that one spot is. Tremors shaking through him.

Then suddenly it's not enough and his hand pushes between Yuuri's legs.

"Can - I -"

"Yes," he answers back before he really processes what it is that Minami is asking, because the answer is the same no matter what he means, right now. And that's another thing that probably also ought to be at least a little frightening that Yuuri sees like it's through glass. He does, however, figure out what he's actually asking a moment later, though, and nods, voice firmer, "Yes, please."

That's all it takes. Then Minami fingers push under the waistband, barreling past whatever's in the way. Until his hand closes around - what feels like quite a lot of -

"Um. Wow."

He has. No frame of reference. Except himself, and holding his own dick is nothing like touching someone else's. Touching Yuuri. The shock of this - the heat and the warmth and how hard it feels already - lock him in place for a moment.

"Wow," he whispers again. Kind of forgetting that he can do anything else. Like maybe move his hand?

Maybe, in another place and time, Yuuri would take that the wrong way, but right now he's so riled up that he's pushing back into Minami's grip as soon as he wraps around him, stroking him in time to the motion.

If he's honest wow feels about right for this particular moment-- it pretty well encapsulates his own feelings about touching someone else's cock for the first time, which he's only very very slightly ahead of Minami on. He kisses down Minami's neck almost frantically, grasping for something unknown and just out of his reach.

Minami stumbles back under that onslaught. Shoulders hitting the tiles. His leg rises for counter-balance, an automatic response after the years of dance. Settling on the outside of Yuuri's, though it would be easy enough to catch it. Hike it up higher.

Either way he dissolves from the kisses, touch, brain scrambled up in heat and Yuuri.

Yuuri's other hand catches around the back of Minami's thigh as though the move was choreographed and he presses forward into the space left behind, until their knuckles are brushing one another's as they move. His mouth moves back to Minami's and everything is just reaction at this point and in much the same way that it felt amazing to feel anything at all, it now feels amazing to not be thinking anything at all, demons silenced in a rush of hormones and living in the moment. It's the relief, more than the physical pleasure that has him moaning, but it's probably hard for Minami to know the difference even if he knew to look for it.

The moment after, unless Minami either does or says something to stop him or suggest a different course of action, he's sliding down to his knees.

There's a brief flail at the sudden drop. Minami ends up grabbing onto Yuuri's shoulders, which results in pushing him down faster. Gives the impression he's eager for it. Even more then already having his pants open, dick harder then he can ever remember in his life.

Of course Minami really doesn't have any idea what he's doing. But is eager for whatever this is to continue.

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Yuuri's not much better off. He's certainly never done anything like this. But he's running on auto-pilot and this is something he's always kind of been curious about. There's a dim thought somewhere that Minami is unlikely to laugh at him about it, that this is a pretty safe place to find out if he likes doing this. There's an equally vague thought to some kind of "to the victor go the spoils" kind of thing, which might be more ugly if he weren't so willing to think it or if Minami were less giddy about the whole thing, but instead feels weirdly playful.

There's no thought at all that he's Minami's idol, because of course there isn't. He licks the first stripe up Minami's cock looking up at him without that having even occurred to him. He sinks his mouth down over him a moment later, experimentally.

This isn't about winning. Or losing. Minami couldn't begin to think about it that way. He does things because he loves them and wants to share. The joy of life just too big to hold in his small body. And sharing this with the person he admires most - doesn't it make perfect sense?

"Yuur - i -!"

Then Minami remembers where they are. Slamming a hand over his mouth. Eyes wide and shining with astonishment, cheeks now as red as his hair.

There's a whole body shudder at the first lick. An amazed whimper as Yuuri moves on. Starting to swallow. Whatever Minami expected, it wasn't that. He only has bare ideas of possibilities. Fleeting glimpses of things he maybe shouldn't be Googling before closing the screen in embarrassment.

But this still feels - strangely - like playing, Minami moves his hips a little. An encouraging nudge, like in a practice.

(And nothing like in practice.)

This should be serious, shouldn't it? It's the first time he's ever done anything like this and based on Minami's reactions he'd be surprised if it wasn't the first time for him, too. That's supposed to be something monumental, isn't it? That's always how it's seemed to him-- something special, something you "save".

Well, he's never going to get to do anything like this with the only person he might (stupidly, foolishly) be saving this for, so what does it matter? It's a bitter thought, but the moment itself is anything but bitter. There's a part of him that needs this, something he'll barely recognize even in the future looking back on this, but which he feels, unexamined, in the moment.

He chokes just a little, a bit too enthusiastic, but he's a quick learner, figures out how to wrap a hand around the part of Minami that doesn't fit in his mouth, to stop him if he pushes a little too hard, and then he just kind of... weirdly relaxes into it. The decision about doing this is made, he's figured out a way to do it, Minami is clearly enjoying himself. Everything else just seems... curiously secondary. He makes a little noise, more felt than heard, to Minami's exclamation, the sound of him clapping a hand over his mouth. It's somewhere between a moan and a laugh and he might be doing all of this more because he's a little bit crazy at the moment than because he really feels anything in particular for Minami, but the sound is impossible to mistake for anything other than fond.

Minami unspools from that. It's like sunshine, pouring out, the realization that he's gotten Yuuri to sound happy and it's because of him and this is better then the medal.

Why would he hold any of it back?

...only the warmth keeps building... from sunshine to a supernova and the muffled noises go urgent.

The sound is pretty universal, not a lot of ways to mistake that, and Yuuri's not super big on porn, but he's seen enough to know he definitely doesn't want to try to deal with the spit-or-swallow dilemma right now. But he's also not sure what else to do about it, definitely isn't suave enough to like, stand up and keep pumping his hand or anything, is mostly short-circuited out, himself. So he just pulls back, shallow, more tongue and his hand moving than his head anymore, which to him seems like a reasonable solution. They're in a bathroom, they can clean up.

What Minami is doing is probably coming on his idol's face, but Yuuri still hasn't really made that particular leap of logic, and neither of them probably really have any idea that that's skirting the line of kinky. It's just kind of the thing that happens.

Minami isn't sure what to do with that. The things he's caught glimpses of are - cleaner, but it's all too good to care. The release shorts out his entire brain. Leaves his ears ringing.

For a few long seconds the only noise is deep gasps for air. Echoing in the stall. Then Minami brings a shaking hand to Yuuri's cheek. Dragging his thumb wonderingly through the mess.

Yuuri will of course still need to get taken care of. Can move on to that right now, Minami won't stop him. Minami just... doesn't have forward momentum right now. Stunned and maybe stiller then he's ever been in his life.

Yuuri licks his lips, also experimentally, catches some of what's all over his face and neck and hair. He squints one eye shut on the worst side to protect it, but it makes the look a little saucy without him meaning to, like he's winking even though it's practical. It doesn't taste all that bad-- not really pleasant, but not gross either, exactly. He does actually reach for some toilet paper to get the worst of it off before he even stands back up, though, because otherwise it's going to make a bigger mess, but it doesn't seem to totally halt his own momentum or signal an end, either, if the way he helps clean Minami up is any indication.

There is a little moment of tension as he comes back up to his feet, though, because he's not actually sure Minami is going to want to keep going. He's... weirdly okay if he doesn't, actually. Things feel strangely settled in his head, now, a calmness he's not used to in the past two months.

The image of that burns into Minami's head. Very likely the template for anything else he's ever going to want. As soon as Yuuri's back in range for it, there are kisses. Slow and wondering at the unfamiliar tang of salt and semen.

"Do - you - You should go ahead. If you want. I want you to."

Minami's babbling a bit, but that's probably excusable. He means it, and is starting to catch on that for this there needs to be a - drive? Is that what it is? But it's some quality he seems to have Yuuri doesn't.

Why shouldn't he share it?

(Especially when he means every word. Doesn't want to be finished, especially not before Yuuri's had a turn. That only feels right.)

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