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Figure skaters are not required to be overly beefy in their upper bodies.
Yuzuru’s eyes are fixed on the contours of Javier’s arm muscles. It reminds Yuzuru of what has happened at the press conference of WTT: he gestured at his own slim toned forearm to Javier and just as Yuzuru expected, Javier tightened his biceps to contract the muscle for a few seconds for Yuzuru to feel. Yuzuru ran his fingers slowly on it and withdrew immediately before he could feel the warmth and smoothness of Javier’s skin.
“It’s so scary,” Yuzuru laughingly joked to Javier.
At that time they weren’t in a relationship yet. Looking back, Yuzuru realised that what they both had in their minds were beyond what was presently there.
He actually liked Javier’s gala programme, the one that he hadn’t had a chance to skate as often as his other programmes, like Super Javi or Bullfighter. He always found the programme sensual. Perhaps it was because of that costume that was considered unusual.
That white costume is a bit like the one he’s wearing now.
Yuzuru leans against the door frame of the bathroom, watching Javier sitting on the floor to fix the pipe. The tank top he wears is somewhat see-through. The fabric clings to the curves like a second skin, vaguely showing his tanned skin tone. Its sheer transparency leaves little to the imagination about how the muscles are squeezed when Javier applies downward pressure on the screwdriver. Yuzuru suddenly feels he is restless.
Javier seems to have a difficult time dealing with the screw. He stands up, turning his back to Yuzuru’s side. The tight, white tank creates a tantalising play of shadows and highlights on his back muscles.
There must be a reason why a plumber arriving to fix a clogged drain is frequently used in erotic scenarios. Well, Yuzuru still doesn’t quite get it. He just looks at Javier’s hardened muscles and broad shoulders where the innocent tank top failed to hide the two tiny fingernail scratches away.
Yuzuru looks down at his own hands. Oops, my nails got a bit long. I must remember to trim them when I get out of the shower later. He tells himself.
This was the first time Yuzuru noticed the scratches on Javier’s back. Yuzuru is destined to be unable to see Javier’s back no matter what kind of positions they take during sex. Now, Yuzuru observes his lover from behind. Each defined ridge and sinew seems to ripple with his slightest movement, like a leopard devouring its prey. Yuzuru got caught off guard for a moment. He hasn’t seen Javier in such a prepared state for a long time, ready to bounce into a battle, as if he’s going on a competition. Javier was always laid-back in front of him, especially ever since he retired. He has the magic to lure people to spend the whole day doing nothing with him on the couch.
Yuzuru silently moved his weight to the other foot, continuing with his observation. He uses his will to resist the urge to give Javier a big good hug. Javier is still there struggling with the pipe, seemingly having no idea what Yuzuru has on his mind.
In fact, Javier has noticed Yuzuru is there from the beginning. He couldn’t help peeking through the glare of the pipe’s medal part. Yuzuru is in a tracksuit, navy blue shorts, and a white T-shirt with the same colour piping. It is his school sportswear. The proof is that it has Yuzuru’s name sewed on it. The clothes fit well yet the shorts are a bit too short.
Javier swallows unconsciously. He feels lightheaded. Those shorts barely cover Yuzuru’s tights and are too short to be legal. Yuzuru’s skin glows like a porcelain doll due to his limited exposure to the sun. There are some rosy bruises near his butt, with the larger ones likely from the falls during the training, whilst the smaller and lighter ones more likely from their rough lovemaking.
Javier couldn’t help but recall how those bruises were made. He feels a bit sorry for hurting his lover yet he often struggles to control his impulses. On top of the finger marks, there are also kiss bruises on Yuzuru’s inner thighs.
Javier clears his throat by coughing a few times, trying to get more oxygen back to his not-so-well functioning brain. He is thankful that Yuzuru seems unaware that his mind is raced with tempting thoughts. He lifts a foot to scratch the other toe in an attempt to regain self-control.
Figure skaters’ feet are not always attractive. Yuzuru is no exception. The deformation on his feet has witnessed countless injuries which have left the scars and calluses caused by the repeated pressure and friction from skating. Yet, this is what makes Yuzuru Hanyu who he is today. This is for which Javier Fernández loves him with all his heart.
I must be a hentai. Javier sighs, taking a few moments for self-reflection. He had almost forgotten what he was doing.
“Is it done?” He hears Yuzuru asking him impatiently. “I want to take a bath.”
“Very soon.”
Javier turns the screw clockwise until it is snug. He then turns on the water to test the showerhead before placing the screwdriver back to the tool box. He tilts his head to Yuzuru and says, “Done. It’s good to go now.”
Yuzuru doesn’t respond but leans on the door, fingers dancing across the door frame, blinking slowly, holding Javier’s gaze longer before turning away.
It is a gesture that speaks volumes.
“Together?”
“I thought you weren’t going to ask me.”