Yuuri groaned as he fell to the ice, his butt bouncing as he came to a stop. “You’re still over rotating trying to throw that quad, Yuuri,” Victor told him from the side. “I suggest sticking with the triple, you’ve been landing it clean.”
“Yurio will be throwing quads, won’t he?”
“Probably, I can’t offer you to much on his choreography,” Victor smiled. “But he’s a jumper. Just because he’s throwing quads doesn’t mean his step sequence is clean as yours. With your step and clean triples you have an advantage.”
Yuuri gave a pout, betraying his dynamic as he did. “I bet you give him a similar speech.”
Victor laughed. “I tell him the truth, like I’m telling you. What do you think, Yuko?”
“I agree with Victor,” the beta spoke up, closing her camera. “You’ve got the choreography down, and sequencing has always been your strong point. I think if you perfect your step, you could win with that alone. Figure skating isn’t just about jumps.”
“Exactly. Now, up you go, and run from the spread eagle, and give me a triple loop, alright?” Victor clapped, offering him a wide smile.
Yuuri climbed to his feet, pushing off with his right, circling the rink before stretching out into a spread eagle. He spun as Victor had shown him, extending his arm, bringing it back. He moved his body to the choreography, moving across the ice to gain speed, trying to focus on only rotating three times as opposed to four. “Triple, Yuuri,” shouted Victor as Yuuri turned to glide backwards, moving his right foot behind his left. Pushing off, he jumped into the air, rotating thrice before landing back on his left foot, extending his arms for balance.
“Hn, to weak to throw a quad?” Yurio taunted from the rink’s entrance. Yuuri ignored him, continuing through the routine, thinking about his next jump which would be a triple lutz.
“I told you not to spy, Yurio,” Yuuri could hear Victor berating. Yuuri took a breath, turning around, prepping for his lutz, being painfully aware of his arm placement as this jump would be closer to Victor’s current spectating position. If Yuuri didn’t keep his form tight, Victor would notice in a heartbeat. Left foot in place, he prepped his take off when suddenly his heart stopped, his body going rigid as he felt something trickle down his leg; something, someone was attacking his sense of smell. But it was to late, he was in motion, already propelling him into the air before crashing to the ice as heat spread through his core, pressing start on his natural biology.
“N-no,” he gasped to himself, trying to deny what his body was telling him. This was impossible. There was still four days till the Onsen on Ice event, which meant six days till his heat should start. Six days. He had six days. However, there was no denying the growing ache he was feeling between his legs, the burning in his abdomen, the pain of arousal that came from an omega’s heat.
“Yuuri!” Yuko called, her tone clearly concerned. Yuuri tried to open his mouth to tell her he was fine, to try and excuse himself, but the heat was growing, his limbs were refusing to cooperate. A wall of hormones was around him, compelling his heat to progress faster, urging him to present his rear to the first available alpha.