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Title: The Scratching of Stubble
Pairing: Chazz/Jimmy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: first time, PWP (Porn With Plot... heh, sort of)
Word count: 4,200~
Summary: After winning the Wintergames, Coach insists Chazz and Jimmy begin training in total seclusion, away from anyone but each other.
A/N: This is for hill is a Vile Enabler of teh pr0n. ;) Betad by the wonderful lindy_grl123.


Jimmy didn't know how he did it, but Chazz never ceased to be able to shock him. He really should have learned to see it coming by now, but when Chazz opened his mouth one morning over breakfast - stating simply, "You know? It's a shame you don't have boobs." - Jimmy choked.

It took a full five minutes - well, that's how long Jimmy thought it took, but time does seem to move really slowly when you've got Fruit Loops lodged in your windpipe - before Chazz thrust his hand out, slamming the heel of his hand into Jimmy's chest and sending the cereal out of Jimmy's mouth and across the kitchen.

"Ow!" Jimmy coughed and rubbed his chest, and then Chazz's last comment popped back into his head. His brow furrowed. "What the crap are you talking about?"

Chazz tossed his head, flipping his hair over his shoulder in a well practiced move, then casually looked out the window as if what he was about to say was nothing. "You and me, living together, sharing a room..."

"Ugh, God, you're disgusting!"

"Hello? Sex addict... Anyway, the ladies like to call it freaky. I'm a wild animal. A stallion..."

"You're a freaking pervert."

"Yeah... What are you going to do about it?"

Jimmy stared for a moment and then realized his mouth was hanging open and shut it quickly. "I'm gonna go eat my breakfast in the living room. That's what I'm gonna do."

"That's right, run away! Run away from your desire to be possessed the Chazz-man."

"What?! Possessed?! Are you kidding me?!" Jimmy stopped in the door to glare at his skating partner, but Chazz was only hearing himself now.

"To be ridden like a pony in heat. I mean, I love the ladies..." Chazz paused to wink at Jimmy, and Jimmy shifted his weight, scowl still in place, mouth hanging open, and paralyzed by... was it morbid curiosity that wouldn't let him walk away just yet? "...but if you had boobs and a vagina we'd be all set."

"I wouldn't even if I did."

Chazz cocked his head to the side. "...What? That doesn't even make any sense."

Jimmy finally turned on his heel and left the kitchen.

"Come on, Jimmy, it was purely a hypodermal suggestion!"

"Hypothetical, idiot!" Jimmy called through the door.

"Tomayto, tomahto, mi amigo!"


***

Things had, in a lot of ways, improved since Chazz and Jimmy had won the Wintergames. For one thing, they weren't at each other's throats quite so much. They had shown each other so much trust that night... and Chazz's new tattoo... Jimmy couldn't help but feel a little warm and fuzzy about that, every time he thought back on that night... even if Chazz really was the biggest douche he'd ever met. At least he was a lovable douche, once you got past the drinking, and the sex addiction, and the near constant state of half-undress Chazz liked to walk around the cabin in, and pretty much everything else about him that made normal people (pure people, Jimmy told himself) cringe.

However, Coach had insisted on even more rigorous training after the games. Stranz and Fairchild were gone for good, but who knew when the next pair would come in to try and take their place? Coach had insisted on Chazz and Jimmy spending the months before the next set of competitions in total seclusion from anyone other than each other.

It was slowly starting to drive Jimmy crazy, and he suspected Chazz was feeling the same way.

Jimmy cracked his eyes open on a new morning and awoke to something he had been waking to more often lately, a fully erect penis. His own, thankfully, but it was still terrifying.


"Daddy, daddy!"

"Yes, Jimmy."

Jimmy pulled open his pajama bottoms to show his father. "It got big and I don't know what to do!" he whined.

Darren MacElroy knelt in front of Jimmy and gripped his jaw in one large hand. "Don't touch it, don't think about it, don't do anything and it will go away! I can't have you... distracted by such impure things! Think about... dead kittens."

Jimmy's lips quivered, and then he started to cry.

"There you go. That's a good boy... Now!" Darren smacked Jimmy roughly on the back, grinning broadly. "Go get dressed and lace up those skates!"


"No," Jimmy whispered harshly at the offending appendage. "Impure. Impure. Dead kittens." He laced his fingers behind his head and stared at the bunk above his. The dead kittens image still worked, but not as well after fifteen years of using it. He would just have to get a new horrible image to replace it with, he thought.

"What are you mumbling about?"

"Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"I wasn't sleeping."

"Oh."

Jimmy lay there for a minute while he waited for his erection to flag, but it wasn't going away. It seemed like a lifetime before Chazz spoke again.

"So, two dudes... does one, like, grow a vagina for the other one? ...Like a... mangina..."

That did it. Jimmy's prick went almost instantly flaccid. "Mangina?!" He was suddenly tense and his stomach wasn't too pleased with what his mind was envisioning.

"I haven't had sex in 3 weeks, Jimmy! I'm dying!" Chazz suddenly shouted, and the bed shook when his slammed his fists into the mattress above Jimmy's.

Jimmy sighed and rolled onto his side. "No, no one can just grow a vagina. They do it another way."

"What other way could there possib–"

The abrupt stop and total silence that followed told Jimmy that Chazz got it, though the longer the silence lasted the stranger this conversation seemed.

"Well, you'd have to be the chick," Chazz said, trying to sound offhanded.

"What?! No! I mean– We're not even talking about this!" Jimmy pushed out of bed and stormed out of the room.


***


It wasn't as though Jimmy had never considered the possibility that he was gay. In fact, he was pretty much okay with the idea - even if the idea of sex was so foreign. The first time he'd been hard, he'd been watching the next door neighbor's sons running through the sprinklers on a hot day, and things hadn't worked out with Katie because he had eventually found that, while the kissing had been nice, he had absolutely no interest in the mounds of fat - these breast things - on her chest.

It wasn't even as if he had never looked sideways at Chazz when he thought Chazz wasn't looking either, but he blamed that on their close proximity on a daily basis and all the touching they had to do in the rink... and on that tattoo, if he was completely honest. As far as Jimmy knew though, Chazz had never had any interest in him before now, and he was not about to lose his virginity to a man that just "needed" to get laid.

Jimmy shook his head, trying to force out all thoughts about this as he circled Chazz on the ice now. The Iron Lotus had become a signature of their performances, so they were practicing a lot more often, trying to build as much muscle as they could so they could do it with either partner getting thrown in the future (because, truly, Chazz had never mastered it, and Jimmy had simply gotten lucky at the Wintergames). This meant they were doing a lot of the easier lifts a lot more often than they normally would.

Chazz took Jimmy's hands as he skated close, and then turned him into an overhead lift. Everything felt good, normal; it was almost something they could do with their eyes closed now. Chazz shifted his hand to grip Jimmy's crotch and Jimmy raised his arms out to the side, smiling as though he were in front of an audience. Good, normal, easy – until he felt Chazz's thumb slide in a not so accidental way over his balls.

"What the–?!"

Jimmy's automatic jerk away from the touch caused a chain reaction, throwing Chazz off balance. Chazz faltered on the ice and fell and Jimmy - thankfully, considering how high he'd been - crashed down on top of him.

For a moment they just lay there in a heap, panting, already bruised and trying to recover from the shock of falling on something so easy. Before either of them had found the voice to speak, Coach ran out on the ice. "What the hell happened?!"

"Chazz touched my balls!" Jimmy shouted reflexively, like a child caught doing something wrong. He jumped to his feet to point at Chazz. He had said it more out a desire to make it known that the fall wasn't his fault more than a desire to actually tell Coach what happened. In retrospect, Jimmy wished he hadn't said it after his face went bright red.

"Oh yeah?! You just put them willingly into my hand, princess!" Chazz was on his feet now, too, and glaring at him.

"What?! It's part of the routine, you fat sack of crap!"

"Fat sack of crap? You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"I don't know my mother and, anyway, you leave her out of this!" Jimmy hurled himself at Chazz, defending the mother he never knew, and slammed him against the warehouse wall. "Douche!"

"Pretty boy!"

"Pervert!"

"Rainbow Brite!"

Jimmy paused, distracted momentarily, his face brightening. He couldn't even stop the toothy smile. "Aw, I loved that show!"

"Thought as much, Mary!"

Then the distraction was over as quickly as it started, the smile replaced with a glare, and before Jimmy knew it they were throwing punches, black, studded leather and lavender spandex flying in their wake until they were both on the ice again and Chazz was shouting in full, over-dramatic wails. "I'm your brother! How could you do this to your brother?! You just let him suffer!"

"Brother or not, I'm not having sex with you!"

"Stranz and Fairchild did it!"

"Eugh! Stranz and Fairchild were really brother and sister, moron!" Jimmy shouted, his voice shaking in rhythm with Chazz shaking him as he tried to pry his sequins out of Chazz' grip. "It wouldn't be half as gross as that if we had sex!"

And suddenly the shaking stopped and Jimmy looked up to see Chazz looking down at him with passion burning in his eyes again. "It wouldn't?"

Oh, God... What did I just say?! Jimmy could only stare up at Chazz, horrified at what had just come out of his mouth. Chazz had him pinned against the ice and Jimmy wished he could just sink into it.

Then Coach cleared his throat loudly, and both of them broke apart and scrambled to their feet, acting like teenagers who had just been caught in the act by dad.

"Let's, uh... Let's work on..." Coach's eyes darted between them, his expression strange. "Side by side quads, okay? Let's not... touch for a little while, alright?"


***


"Can I come down there?"

"No!" Jimmy hissed at the bunk above his.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm sleeping."

"You are not, liar."

Jimmy frowned, pulled the blankets up to his neck, and rolled over to face the wall. He could hear Chazz shifting above him but continued to pretend to be asleep. Just when it seemed like Chazz wasn't going to say anymore, he spoke again.

"Did you mean what you said?"

The voice was too close now and Jimmy jerked his head around to see Chazz's poking down from the top bunk, peering at him through the darkness. He flung out his hand and swung at Chazz's face.

"Get out of my face!"

"I'll get inside your face!" Chazz hissed and dropped his arms down to take a swing at Jimmy.

"You really need to come up with a better comeback for that, idiot!" Jimmy rolled over and swatted Chazz's hands away.

"Oh yeah? Well you need to come up with a better... thing to say for me to... come back at..."

"What?!"

Chazz swung again, and this time he came falling head first off the top bunk. Jimmy cringed and sat up in bed. With a groan, Chazz rolled over and out of the strange position he had fallen into, rubbed at his shoulder for a moment, and then reached out a hand. "Little help here."

Jimmy pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and then leaned forward to pull Chazz up. To his surprise, however, Chazz pulled him down, out of bed, and just when he was preparing for another physical fight, he felt Chazz's lips pressing against his, and his tongue urging them open.

"Mrr!" he attempted to protest, but the stubble brushing the edges of his lips felt good, and he opened his mouth instead and reached forward, gripping Chazz's still-pudgy middle. The little sparks of electricity running down Jimmy's spine caused him to moan softly... and the realization that he had made any kind of encouraging sound caused him to tense. He'd never kissed a man before (though thoughts of Johnny Weir often kept him up at night, cursing at his body's interest), and it was better than it ever had been with Katie.

Chazz shifted so that he had pulled Jimmy into his lap and the reality of the situation finally dawned on Jimmy through the haze of excitement. "Wait... wait." He pulled away and looked down at Chazz from his new position, perched on Chazz's lap and feeling Chazz' growing excitement beneath him. "You don't really want me, you just want sex."

"Shut up, dollface."

Chazz leaned up to kiss Jimmy again, but Jimmy avoided it and held him away. "I mean it."

"Oh my God, you really are a girl..." Jimmy pushed away, but Chazz held him tight, muttering against his neck. "C'mon Jimmy, I want you... you..."

It was difficult to pay attention to what Chazz was saying, considering the tickling and licking and oh-so-wonderful scratching of stubble Jimmy felt against his neck. In fact, he relaxed in spite of himself and found himself giggling just a little.

"Heh, just like you wanted - ah oh mmm - all the others...?"

"More..."

"You're lying." Jimmy wished his smile wasn't so obvious in his voice.

"That tattoo? It isn't Oksana Baiul. I just picked it out of the catalog." Chazz's fingers were exploring Jimmy's torso, finding the openings in his pajamas and touching as much bare flesh as they could. "Just like the rest of them..."

"And the one of me..."

"The only one..."

"Except..."

"Except I haven't boned you yet."

Jimmy tensed at the crudeness of Chazz's words. "Damn it, Chazz!" He struggled in Chazz's grip to pull away, but when Chazz gripped his jaw and kissed him fiercely, he didn't complain... well, at least not until he pulled away.

"Can you at least take a shower and brush your teeth first? You smell like sweat and taste like beer and bologna."

"Is that a bad thing?"


***


Jimmy had been sitting stock straight, legs together, hands laced and perched on his knees, and staring in horror at a single loop in the berber carpet for the last ten minutes. He could still hear the shower running in the next room.

What had he been thinking? Chazz?! He had imagined his first time being with someone elegant, someone who whispered sweet nothings in his ear and held him long into the night, not someone who called him "pretty lady," ate breakfast in the nude and thought belching the national anthem was quality entertainment.

He nervously played with the hem of his Garfield pajamas and tried to calm himself. Maybe if he just lay down he would be okay. Maybe if he just tried to put himself in the mood... He shifted, positioning himself over the pillow in what he hoped might be a seductive look, lifting his eyes to the bathroom door and letting his lids droop... and then he almost instantly felt ridiculous and pressed himself up against the wall and drew his knees in to his chest.

The water turned off.

"Ohgodohgodohgod... I'll just tell him I changed my mind, I'll just–"

The door opened and Chazz was standing silhouetted in the frame, completely nude and, oh god, he was hard. He obviously hadn't dried himself properly because his hair was dripping, leaving thin rivulets running down his body. "I see you're impressed."

Jimmy shut his mouth, having not even realized it had been hanging open, and could only seem to respond with a small squeaking noise that didn't even sound human.

"It's alright. Drink it in." Chazz was running his hands over his torso now, spreading the water through the thin curls that covered his chest, and Jimmy's mouth felt open yet again.

"I– I– I changed my mind." Jimmy wished his voice hadn't sounded so small.

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

Chazz seemed to not buy it, even the second time, and he was making his way toward the bed. He ducked under the top bunk and crawled right up to Jimmy. "There are no givesies-backsies."

Jimmy gave Chazz an unsure look, bit his lip, and then finally asked, "Can I... keep my pajamas on?"

"I've seen you in your underwear before."

"Chazz..."

"...Alright, fine, my nervous little foal."

Jimmy rolled his eyes, but was quickly taken off guard by Chazz's sudden advance. Chazz had kissed him with such force that Jimmy slid away from the wall and Chazz now had him mostly pressed to the bed. Chazz's hands were moving faster than Jimmy's suddenly overwhelmed senses could keep up with, and it wasn't until the reached a very particular region of his body that he almost choked. How had Chazz got the front of his pajama bottoms and his briefs pushed down so quickly?

"Oh my god," Jimmy gasped as Chazz's fingers closed around his cock. "I've never– I mean– Oh!" Jimmy could barely think. He wasn't even sure why he had almost admitted to Chazz that he, let alone someone else, had never touched himself like that. In spite of the fact his thought had gone unfinished though, Chazz gave him a knowing look.

"I'll take you all the way through it, cream puff, just relax."

"Did you wash your hands well?" Jimmy managed to choke out between erratic breaths.

"I even used your special anti-bacterial soap. Everywhere."

"Oh, god! Oh, damn it, Chazz, that's disgusting, it'll - ohh - have your hair all stuck to it now."

"Shh," Chazz whispered into Jimmy's ear and then nibbled on the lobe gently.

With Chazz pressed against his body, one leg tangled in one of his own as if he thought Jimmy was going to suddenly close his legs and pull away, Jimmy felt himself growing dizzy. Between the maddening strokes of Chazz's hand on his prick and the hot breath against his neck that told him Chazz was still there, still in the moment, every nerve in Jimmy's body was on fire in a way it had never been before. It was almost more satisfying as being on the ice. No, it was more satisfying, but in a different way.

Suddenly Jimmy's mind was filled with images of skating naked with Chazz, their warm bodies pressed flush against each other as the cool air whipped around them, their pricks grinding together as Chazz lifted him and settled him again against his hips, his own legs wrapped around Chazz's ass.

Before Jimmy even saw it coming, every nerve that had been humming in his body seem to speed toward his groin and, in an instant, Jimmy felt himself come. He let out a high pitched noise and arched his back as his insides seemed to melt, and then he was panting, falling against the bed in a sated heap.

It only took a few moments, as he tried to catch his breath, for embarrassment to flood him. His face heated, and he was sure it had gone red. That had been so much - so much, so quickly, and Chazz had seen it all.

The time for embarrassment, it seemed, was not now though, considering Chazz was rolling himself on top of him and kissing him hard, tongue battling with Jimmy's as Jimmy tried to regain his composure (oh, who was he kidding? What composure?). One of Chazz's hands was fumbling at his pajama bottoms and briefs, pushing them down farther, as the other dug in the duffle bag that lay by the bed.

Jimmy had no idea what in the world he was supposed to be doing, so he just let Chazz control what was going on. He felt a little odd just laying there and receiving, but Chazz made no complaints, occasionally muttering about wanting to be inside Jimmy (which flooded Jimmy with fear). When Jimmy saw the bottle of lube that Chazz pulled from the bag, however, he was downright terrified.

"Oh... Chazz... I–"

"So perfect. My little porcelain doll..."

"Chazz–"

Chazz had shifted them both so that he was lying behind Jimmy and Jimmy heard the cap of the bottle being opened. He could feel his heart racing so fast he thought it might burst through his chest.

"Chazz–!"

"Jimmy," Chazz practically purred, leaning up on his arm to look down at Jimmy. Jimmy was sure the panic was evident on his face, and he hated it. "Smile for me."

"What?!"

"We can do this, Jimmy. Smile for me."

Jimmy wasn't sure this was the best method of relaxing him, but he gave Chazz an awkward smile. Chazz trailed his thumb down the middle of Jimmy's lower lip (which wasn't as soothing as he imagined Chazz thought it would be) then moved his hand behind Jimmy. When Chazz's forefinger circled Jimmy's entrance, Jimmy's inhibitions went out the window again. He made a strangled noise and pushed back as the finger explored. How could one area ofhis body be so incredibly sensitive?

Jimmy suddenly wasn't afraid anymore. He just wanted more of this feeling, and he was finding it harder and harder to contain himself as Chazz slid first one and then more fingers inside of him. And then Chazz's fingers hit something that made Jimmy shout. Chazz's hand was quickly covering his mouth.

"Coach!" he hissed in reminder before he unclasped his hand from Jimmy's mouth.

His fingers continued their evil dance inside him, though, until Jimmy was whimpering, and all he cared to say when he felt Chazz's fingers gone and the blunt head of his cock at his entrance was, "Did you– wash–"

"Scrubbed it like the kitchen floor."

For someone who claimed to be straight, Chazz sure seemed like he had done this before, but Jimmy was far from caring. Chazz pushed inside of him, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from shouting. It was just as pleasurable as it was painful, and Jimmy gripped at Chazz's hands where they were clutching his hips.

"My... pretty lady," Chazz panted as he thrust slowly.

"Oh my god, Chazz... stop with the... lady stuff..."

"Oh, yes, gonna take you around the world and back, my sweet, sweet flower!"

Jimmy moaned, somewhere between arousal and exasperation, but, when Chazz sped his thrusts, Jimmy lost the ability to form words, let alone sentences. Chazz wasn't doing much better, either. All that Jimmy could make out were words like "princess," and "tight," and something that sounded suspiciously like "zamboni." Jimmy braced himself against it, feeling each thrust race through his body until Chazz finally groaned, pressing deep inside him and going still.

Then the room went quiet, save two bodies heaving for breath. It took a long time for Chazz to soften and fall out, but he didn't move away. Instead he pulled the back of Jimmy's pajamas and briefs up and then pulled Jimmy tight against his body.

Jimmy wasn't sure how he was supposed to behave. This whole idea was still so strange to him, in spite of the fact he'd just done it. He relaxed as best he could, but he couldn't fully.

Just as Jimmy was starting to feel like maybe Chazz should go back to his own bunk, Chazz whispered in his ear. "I told you you'd have to be the girl."

Jimmy scrunched his face and elbowed Chazz, though the statement seemed to lift any discomfort he had been feeling. It was still just Chazz, nothing had really changed. "I'm so going to kill you."

"I'll kill you with my wiener."

"What?!"

"Shut up and sleep, MacElroy." Chazz dismissed the argument, the last name rolling teasingly off his tongue, and pulled Jimmy closer. This time Jimmy settled more easily.

"Why don't you make me?"

"Maybe I will."

Jimmy smiled to himself, feeling like this was the right place to be if there ever was one - in the arms of his partner, his only partner ever, in more ways than one. He almost wished they didn't have to go to sleep. He wanted to stay awake and talk (or even bicker), all curled up and cozy like this.

"If you tell anyone I didn't really bang Michelle Kwan, I won't do this again tomorrow night or ever again."

Jimmy couldn't help but laugh, and he closed his eyes, settling in closer and pulling the covers up over them. "My lips are sealed."