5. Angry Kiss | Pliroy | Rated PG

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"You flubbed your quad sal, JJ!" Yuri bit out angrily. "You can do that quad in your sleep and you flubbed it!" Yuri was all spitfire and energy, passionately defensive of those he cared about—a small group that JJ had, somehow, inexplicably, found himself to be a part of.

It had happened gradually, so slowly that he couldn't quite pinpoint the moment that it had happened. One moment they were fighting—JJ had thought bantering, until he learned just what their interactions meant to Yuri—and the next moment he was failing.

Failing at everything. At the Grand Prix, at his relationship, at understanding what it was to be himself. Yuri had inexplicably been there for him, fighting and arguing with him. JJ found himself pulling himself back together, to being competitive and more assured in his skin.

But then there were moments like this, when Yuri was just too much for JJ to handle.

"Yes, Yuri, I know I flubbed my quad sal. I was there, remember?" JJ was bitter. He should have won gold, or at least silver, he conceded to himself. "I just got stuck in my head again, okay?"

JJ wanted to scream. He wanted to punch something. He wasn't like this normally, but the energy was just thrumming under the surface and he had a public image to maintain, after all. Yuri's voice kept ringing in his ears. He knew that Yuri meant well, in his own way, but it was too much for JJ. He spotted the doors to the service corridor and dragged a protesting Yuri in with him, shoving the fiery blond against the wall and shutting him up with a kiss.

Yuri froze at the abruptness of the kiss, and then his tense limbs relaxed and he melted into it. JJ crowded into him, pouring out his frustration into the contact of lips brushed against lips, his heart thundering so loudly in his throat Yuri must feel it.

Yuri broke from the kiss first. He leaned his forehead against JJ's, panting to catch his breath.

"Are you finished now?"

JJ's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "No," he replied. "Can I—?"

Before he could finish the question, Yuri had wrapped his arms around JJ's neck to kiss him again. And again and again.

Until JJ's heart ached a little less at his defeat, and ached instead for what they could be, if Yuri would let him. JJ hoped he would.