“What the hell?” Yuri hissed at Angelo, but quietly.
“What crawled up your arse and died? That boyfriend of yours break up with you or what?” Angelo practically gloated at him. Apparently, he didn't like Simon either. Perversely, that made Yuri less happy they’d broken things off.
“No, he didn’t, numbnuts. Which you’d know if you hadn’t been ignoring me for months now,” Yuri lied. There was no way he could bring himself to admit to Angelo that he was right.
It was hard to tell in the dim light of the room, but Yuri thought that Angelo's face flushed. “Yeah, well, you didn’t exactly go out of your way to find me.”
“Why would I? You’re nothing to me.”
Angelo flinched back a little, then stiffened and frowned. “Nothing? You sure about that, princess?”
“You don’t get to call me that. I've told you a million times.”
“Stop me,” Angelo taunted.
Pinned as he was, Yuri couldn’t do much beyond trying to buck Angelo off of him. “Fuck, you’re heavy.”
“I’ve been playing rugby,” he said. “And working out. You’re too thin, princess.”
“So that’s why I stopped seeing you at lacrosse matches!” Yuri exclaimed before he could stop himself.
Angelo grinned hugely. “I knew your sad little arse missed me.”
“Fuck you.” Yuri closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see Angelo’s smug grin. “You’ve got a girlfriend. Probably lots of them. Why do you care what I think about you?”
“I don’t. But Alex yelled at me and said you were pining for me and told me to fix it. He didn’t care how, but he wouldn’t allow me to upset you. And then I saw Philippe going to bed and he just looked at me.”
Yuri refused to open his eyes to see the disgust mirrored in Angelo’s gaze. “Oh, fuck me. And him. And Philippe. And you. Fuck everything. Just go away, Angelo. I don’t need you to fix dick-all. I never did.”
That was met with a disbelieving snort. “Right.”
“Right,” Yuri agreed, his voice firm. “Now get the fuck off me and leave.”
Angelo’s weight scooted down Yuri’s body until it hovered over his legs, then he found himself flipped over onto his stomach with his face muffled in his pillow. He could breathe, but not easily.
“So you’re not at all interested if I pull these pjs down?” Angelo did so and Yuri felt the cool air of his room on his exposed skin.
Yuri tried to tell Angelo to stop it, but his voice was too muffled to be clear.
“Hm? What’s that? You want me to spank your bare arse? Are you sure? It’s been awhile. Not sure your arse is up to it.”
Yuri groaned. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Not after months of absolute radio silence from Angelo. This was a dream. It had to be.
“Guess there’s only one way to find out,” Angelo said, sounding gleeful. “Now take this like a man, princess.”
Angelo began to spank him, each blow falling with absolute perfect timing, force, and pressure. Yuri had missed this. So much. He’d known that Simon wasn’t Angelo, but Yuri hadn’t realized how much better this was until now. Simon spanked him, when he could be bothered to do so at all, like he was a maid beating a dusty rug. Angelo, on the other hand, played Yuri’s arse like it was a musical instrument.
Yuri sighed happily but still felt tears prickle, and not the cathartic kind. These were tears of anticipated loss because this didn’t fix anything. Not really. It was, at best, a temporary bandage. Even so, Yuri relished every second of Angelo’s hands on him. He shamelessly bucked his aching cock against his mattress, wanting to come—needing it—but not daring to let himself go.
“Jesus,” Angelo muttered. He stopped, making Yuri let out a whimper of protest, then laid his hands on Yuri’s already sore arse. “So hot. Your skin is always so hot.” Then he went back to spanking Yuri, only this time it was harder and more insistent, like Angelo was pleading with him to break.
He did, of course. Yuri always did. He came on his mattress and himself then shattered into thousands of tiny shards. It let out something he’d kept trapped inside him, and ugly sobs started to come out of his mouth. He cried from loneliness and fear and the despair of knowing what you want and at the same time knowing you’ll never get it. He sobbed because this was his life and there’d never be any escape.
Angelo laid down behind Yuri on the bed and pulled him close, spooning his body. They’d done this over and over throughout the years and it didn’t mean anything to Angelo. Not like it did to Yuri. He couldn’t seem to stop crying.
“That’s it, princess. Let it all out. Let every bit of it go.” Angelo stroked Yuri’s hair lightly while he held tight to his body.
“D-don’t call me that.” Yuri refused to feel comforted by Angelo’s solid presence behind him. It was nothing but an illusion. Angelo might be his, but he’d never belong to Yuri. Not really. No marriage certificate could ever give Yuri what he really craved.
“Make me stop,” Angelo whispered.
Yuri shivered. It was completely unfair that being spanked by a man who wasn’t at all attracted to him was better than the very best sex he and Simon had ever had. Yuri couldn’t remember the last time he’d come this hard. He hoped Angelo didn’t realize the power he had over Yuri.
“Shouldn’t you go? Back to your own room, at least? Back to sexting with whatsherface?”
“Probably not the sexting. Livy broke up with me. That’s why I’ve been preoccupied, you dick. I’ve spent the past few days arguing by mobile.”
“Oh,” Yuri said, feeling a million times better, even if he’d never admit that to Angelo. “Yeah. Sexting is probably not a good idea. But you have a bedroom. And a bed. That you could go sleep in. By yourself.” Because I swear to god, Yuri added in his head, if
