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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky, Nikolai_Plisetsky
  Additional Tags:
      Slow_Burn, sort_of, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Yuri_is_still_an_impatient
      boy, the_title_might_make_it_sound_like_angst, but_it_isn't_at_all
  Series:
      Part 2 of Impatience_is_a_Virtue
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-21 Words: 11115
****** What Does This Make Us? ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     Yuri has to house-sit for his grandfather for a few days. Lilia won't
     let him be alone, so he invites Otabek to stay with him. Otabek
     agrees since he doesn't get to spend all that much time with his new
     friend. Of course, Yuri also intends to make good on their promises
     from that night they had over Skype.
     A direct sequel to Leggings.
Notes
     Unlike most of my fics which are a part of a series, I highly suggest
     you read Leggings before this. That's not to say this cannot be
     enjoyed on its own, but it is a direct sequel.
     This happens to be the longest one-shot I have ever written. =| It
     just didn't feel right jumping straight into the action. I tried my
     best to make the progression feel more natural than the spur-of-the-
     moment smut I typically write. But I didn't want to make it multi-
     chaptered, as I never finish those, so I did my best to not fill it
     up with a ton of fluff. It still got way out hand, though. Oops.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Yura, I meant to ask this last night: what does it make us?”
“What?”
“What we did. I don’t think that’s something normal friends do with each
other.”
“Tell that to Mila. I’m pretty sure she’s got at least two friends she sexts on
a regular basis.”
“I…don’t want to know how you know that.
Anyway, it doesn’t feel right to me to say we’re ‘just friends’ after that.”
“I don’t know it! I’m just guessing here. But really would it surprise you if
she did?
What? You wanna bring feelings into this or something?”
“I haven’t spoken to her all that much. I’ll just have to take your word for
it.
No! Nothing of the sort! It’s just…you have to admit things are a bit different
now.”
“So what? Would you prefer to call this ‘friends with benefits’? Pretty sure
that’s the term people use for it.”
“Yes, I’ve heard that used. I suppose that fits us better.”
“Then that’s what we are.”
“Alright. Long as we got that cleared up.”
*****
Otabek had that exchange with Yuri the morning after their impromptu Skype sex
call. If he was being honest with himself, Otabek did actually want to ‘bring
feeling into this’, but he knew Yuri. He knew the boy was not ready for and did
not want a serious relationship of any sort. What’s more was that the man felt
similarly about himself. And even then he was pretty certain he wasn’t in love
with Yuri, but it wouldn’t be far off to say he had a crush on him. Starting a
relationship on such flimsy, weak feelings would get them nowhere, even if Yuri
were the type to agree to dating him. This was especially true since it would
have to be a long-distance relationship. Really the more Otabek thought about
it, the more the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing sounded like the perfect
way to categorize them. That alone made him feel a little better, having a name
for it and all.
Nothing really changed between them after that night, either. They would still
text each other whenever they got the chance. They would like each other’s
posts on Instagram or tag one another if they thought something was of
particular interest to the other (such as the numerous stray cats Otabek would
take pictures of when he would go out for a morning jog). The rare hours they
had off that overlapped they would spend either over the phone or Skype.
Honestly the only thing different was that every now and then, maybe once a
week, Otabek would wake up to find that Yuri had sent him a series of messages
in the night whose contents would cause the man to need to spend five or ten
extra minutes in bed in order to take care of himself. Sometimes Otabek would
even start things. Say if he had a particularly stressful day and needed to
release some pent-up energy, he’d go ahead and leave Yuri a little something
nice to look at when he got off practice.
It was…nice…Otabek decided.
“You should come visit me.” Yuri muttered, stuffing his face with food one
night. He had gotten back home late and so was still eating when he and Otabek
hit each other up on Skype.
“I wouldn’t mind, but is there any particular reason?” Otabek asked.
“I’m gonna be housesitting for my grandpa next month. He’s going on vacation
with some friends and doesn’t want the place to be empty. Lilia said I could
go, but she doesn’t want me there alone.” He grumbled. “Katsudon offered to go
with me, but we all know if he goes then Victor does too. And I don’t know
about you, but the thought of those two being all, well, them with each other
in my grandpa’s house makes me wanna puke.”
“How long is he going to be gone?”
“Uh…” Yuri had to look at the calendar on his phone to be certain. “He leaves
on the 17th and gets back on the 22nd.”
“I’ll have to check with my coach, but that should be okay.”
“Awesome!”
*****
And so that was how Otabek came to arrive in Russia during the early afternoon
on the 16th. Yuri met him at the airport, calling out to him before Otabek had
managed to lay eyes on him. Somewhat to his surprise the boy practically
tackled him with a hug in greeting, a gesture he was all too happy to return.
In fact as a way to tease the boy a little about how enthusiastic he was,
Otabek wrapped his arms tightly around his middle and lifted him up off his
feet by several inches. Yuri let out a yelp, which of course drew several pairs
of eyes onto them and Otabek set him firmly back on his feet.
“What was that?!” Yuri shouted, his cheeks burning.
“Bear hug.” Otabek replied casually. He grinned when Yuri shot him a look of
disbelief.
“Whatever. Come on, we gotta catch a cab. Grandpa will have an early dinner
ready for us when we get there. Shouldn’t keep him waiting.” The boy muttered.
He sounded put-off, but from the color that was still on his face Otabek
surmised that he was just embarrassed.
It took some doing for Otabek to not fall asleep on the ride to Nikolai’s
place. Thankfully Yuri talked up a storm to him about how excited he was to
have a good, solid week to be spending with him without anyone else around to
bother them. When they arrived, Yuri paid the driver, dragged their suitcases
out of the trunk, and hurried up the front steps of the small, old house. He
knocked, but didn’t even spare a second after before opening the door and going
inside, shouting a hello as he did so. Otabek followed him inside, stopping in
the entryway to take the place in. Yuri’s grandfather called back to them from
the kitchen, and the smell of food wafted out into the short hallway. Otabek
hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the smell hit him.
Yuri left his luggage in the entryway and hurried into the kitchen. Otabek
followed once more, stepping into the doorway just in time to see the two of
them release each other from a big ol’ hug.
“Grandpa, you remember Beka right?” Yuri asked.
“Of course!” the man replied, he and Otabek exchanging a friendly smile as they
shook hands. “Otabek is my Yuratchka’s best friend; I couldn’t forget him.
Thank you for looking after him.”
“I should be the one thanking you for that, Mr. Plisetsky.” Otabek replied.
Nikolai let out a bark of a laugh and patted him firmly on the shoulder. “So
polite!” he shouted. “It makes me ashamed to admit that when I first saw the
news about your meeting I was worried Yuratchka had fallen in with the wrong
crowd.”
“Grandpa! Stop reading the things my fans post about me!” Yuri groaned.
“I don’t. I merely read the news headlines that happen to have your name in
them.”
“Yeah, and ninety percent of those are written by my fans for their dumb
blogs.”
The man shook his head with a smile. “You say that, but your fans seem to be a
reliable source when it comes to what you are doing in your spare time. But
come now, this is no way for us to be chatting. Sit down and let’s have supper.
We don’t want the food to get cold.”
The three sat at the kitchen table together and after taking in all that his
grandfather had made Yuri quickly went over what everything was for his friend.
Nikolai had an okay grasp on the English language, and Otabek’s Russian wasn’t
too bad, but Yuri doing all the explaining made everything that much easier.
Like the taxi ride over, Yuri did most of the talking. The boy busily told his
grandfather what he had been doing lately. Nikolai for his part seemed a bit
lost on some of the details Yuri was giving him about the program he had been
putting together, but encouraged him to keep at it nonetheless. When he felt he
had something to add, Otabek would chime in, but for the most part kept quiet,
more than happy to enjoy listening to his friend blabber on and on.
When they had finished eating and there was a lull in conversation, Yuri stood
and started to collect their dishes.
“Let me help you.” Otabek said as he began to get up.
“Nope.” Yuri shot him down quickly. “There’ll be plenty of time for you to be a
respectable guest and help me by drying the dishes later.”
Mildly impressed by the boy’s generosity, Otabek returned to his seat. Nikolai
chuckled at the two of them.
“Yuratchka’s a troublesome boy, but he knows his manners.” The man stated.
“Don’t go spreading lies about me!” Yuri shouted, a playful tone to his voice.
It was Otabek’s turn to laugh. He knew as well as anyone that Yuri did his best
to not be polite. It was only around his grandfather that Otabek had ever seen
him be properly respectful. It just went to show how much the boy really loved
him. That alone brought a smile to Otabek’s face.
“So tell me about yourself, Otabek. I haven’t gotten to speak with you properly
before.” Nikolai said.
Otabek gave him a short summary of how he first met Yuri all those years ago,
how he had traveled a lot since then, and how it was only within the last year
that he had returned to Almaty. He mentioned what his immediate family was
like, but that currently he lived alone. He also stated that thanks to having
practice every day like Yuri, they didn’t get a whole lot of time to just sit
and talk. It was at this that the man smiled at Otabek again.
“That’s a shame to hear that you two have so much work to do that you don’t get
to spend a lot of time together.” He began. “You seem quite taken with
Yuratchka.”
To say that both the teenager and young man turned red at that was an
understatement. From the sink Yuri shouted something that Otabek didn’t quite
catch due to the sudden embarrassment. All he knew was that it had Nikolai
laughing again.
“I meant nothing by it!” Nikolai told his grandson. “All I was saying was that
this poor boy here waited five years to be friends with you, and now you two
don’t ever get to talk face-to-face but a few hours a year.”
“I don’t mind it.” Otabek replied a bit too quickly. “We’re both busy, and our
work comes first. If either of us slack off we’ll fall behind.”
“Sure, sure. But that doesn’t mean young people like you shouldn’t learn to
balance work and leisure. You may think you are indestructible, but taking time
off is just as important to improving yourselves as hard work is.”
It was advice any and nearly every adult both Yuri and Otabek knew had tried to
give them at some point or another. That Nikolai cared so much for his grandson
and had clearly taken a liking to Otabek did make it sound a lot more heartfelt
that most people saying those exact same words. It warmed Otabek’s heart just a
little to know that the man was doing what he could to look out for them both.
“Trust me, we talk often enough. I’ve told you before that we can practically
send letters to each other in an instant.” Yuri stated. He set the last of the
dishes on the drying rack and wiped his hands on a towel on the counter.
“Ah but things like that are so impersonal.” Nikolai said with a wave of his
hand. “Even old fashioned letters written on real paper, with real ink, were
never as good as getting to see somebody you love in person. Your grandmother
and I would exchange dozens of love letters, but we were both happiest when we
could be beside each other.”
Yuri was pink in the face again. “That’s twice now you’ve made it sound like
Beka and I are an item.”
The man chuckled and got to his feet. “The sentiment is the same for friends,
Yuratchka. Now why don’t you boys go and do something else? I’m sure you two
don’t want to spend all of your precious time together talking to this old
man.”
Otabek got to his feet as well and was about to say something when Yuri cut him
off. “Talking to you isn’t a waste of time, Grandpa! Besides, we’re going to
have a week just to ourselves.”
Nikolai waved him off again. “Go! I still have some things to pack before my
program is on.”
Yuri grumbled and told Otabek to follow him to his room. Otabek told Nikolai
that it was nice to sit down and talk with him finally, a sentiment that the
man returned. Just as the two left the kitchen and picked up their suitcases
from the entryway, Nikolai shouted to them again.
“I know you boys are going to be alone this week, but while I am here I want
that door to be kept open! You hear?”
Yuri let out a loud, annoyed groan and didn’t acknowledge it further. Otabek
for his part chuckled as he followed his friend. Nikolai was an understanding
man, and he couldn’t fault him for at least asking that they not do anything
while he was home. There were plenty of people his age that wouldn’t want any
hanky-panky in their house and would be very adamant about it not happening at
all, whether they were present or not. What’s more was that Otabek and Yuri
couldn’t even say that nothing would happen. Or rather they could but it would
be a complete lie. They hadn’t talked about having sex, but Otabek had no doubt
in his mind that something was going to take place that week. Not when their
sexting had become a regular thing.
The boy showed Otabek to his room. He had been expecting it to be messy from
the pictures he had seen of Yuri’s room at Lilia’s place. He was quite
surprised to find that it wasn’t a total pigsty. Sure, there was a lot of junk
piled up on the desk, but otherwise the room looked immaculate. Yuri dragged
his suitcase over to the corner beside the closet and told Otabek to leave his
wherever. The man decided to put his close to the desk if only so that it would
be out of the way.
“So, anything you want to do today? We could probably get some sightseeing in
before it gets dark, if you’re interested.” Yuri offered.
Otabek shook his head. “Tomorrow, maybe. The flight was too rough to sleep
through.”
“Right. Then…” Yuri opened his closet, which was just as messy as the top of
his desk, and dug through it. “I’ve got my old game consoles here. Not the new
ones, those are at Lilia’s. Want to play something?”
“Sure.”
The two spent the rest of the evening playing one of Yuri’s favorite fighting
games. Otabek had never played it before, nor was he all too familiar with that
genre, but he picked up on it quickly and only lost most of the time. At almost
nine o’ clock sharp Nikolai stepped into the doorway to announce that he was
going to bed. Yuri hurriedly got up from the floor in order to give him a hug
good night.
“I’ll be leaving before you get up.” Nikolai told both of them. “I expect the
house to be in one piece when I return.”
“We won’t break anything.” Yuri promised him. “Not on purpose anyway.”
“Good boy.”
Nikolai bent down and he and his grandson gave each other a peck on the cheek.
Nikolai gave a nod to Otabek, a gesture which was returned, and then wandered
off towards his own room on the other end of the house. Yuri closed his door
most of the way, shoving a plastic doorstop under it to keep it open about four
inches. He returned to where he had been sitting and plopped down again.
“When do you want to go to bed?” he asked as he picked up his controller.
“I think I’ll be okay for another half hour.” Otabek replied.
Tired as he was he didn’t want to sleep too early or the jetlag would take all
week to get over. Plus playing games with Yuri was keeping him awake well
enough, especially with how loud and excitable the boy was at both his wins and
occasional loss. The loudness was turned down several notches with the
knowledge that Nikolai was trying to sleep, but the energy Yuri exuded was
still palpable.
A little after nine-thirty they decided to turn in as well. Yuri let Otabek get
the first shower. When he returned to the room, the boy had dragged out two
more pillows from the storage closet in the hallway and tossed them onto the
bed. He was reclining against his own and doing what he always did on his
phone. Otabek said nothing at the apparent invite to share the boy’s bed with
him.
“Your turn.” He said with a barely-stifled yawn.
Yuri grunted his reply and slid off the bed. He grabbed what amounted to his
nightclothes and left to get his own shower. Otabek walked around to what would
be his side of the bed and got comfortable. Like Yuri he brought out his phone
and scrolled through it, curious to see what his other friends had gotten up to
that day. He almost snorted at the sight of his three closest ones all standing
around a kitchen taking turns seeing if they could deep throat a banana. What’s
more was that he knew if he had been with them, he would have tried to do it
too. It made him pause and think about what Yuri would do if he knew what dorks
the people Otabek associated with were. On the other hand, Yuri might be swayed
knowing that Otabek had no problem trying to deep throat something.
“What are you grinning at?” Yuri asked as he came back into his room and closed
up the door most of the way again.
“My friends having some fun together.” He replied, purposefully not going into
detail. He looked up from his phone and his eyes widened marginally. Yuri was
only wearing a t-shirt and tiger striped underwear. “Is it normal for you to
only wear boxers to bed?”
“When it’s this damn hot, yes.” The boy stated. “Got a problem with it?” He
clicked on the small lamp on his bedside table before turning off the ceiling
light. Yuri lifted the sheet and slid into bed.
“No, it just caught me off guard.” Otabek replied truthfully. “It’s your room,
after all. Besides, I’m usually the same.”
“Take your pants off then. I don’t care.” Yuri told him, unlocking his phone to
finish his nightly routine by leaving distasteful comments on people’s
Instagram posts.
Otabek considered it a moment before stripping himself of the shorts he had put
on for modesty’s sake. He caught Yuri watching him from the corner of his eye
and smirked just a little. By the time he had tossed them across the room and
onto his suitcase, the boy was already paying attention to his phone again.
Otabek got situated under the thin sheet and rolled onto his side. Not ten
minutes later Yuri reached over and turned off the light and did the same,
facing the other direction so their backs were to the middle of the bed.
*****
Morning came all too early and Otabek was the first to wake. He scrunched his
eyes shut, trying to block out the light that came in through the window. Still
shaking off the clutches of sleep, it took him several seconds to process that
it was unusual for him to wake up with light in his eyes, and then several more
to remember that he wasn’t at home. Groggily he opened his eyes and raised his
head. Sometime in the night both he and Yuri had kicked the sheet off of
themselves. The boy had also rolled onto his back and sprawled out a bit,
taking up most of the space that had been left between them. With a smile he
reached under his pillow and checked the time on his phone. It was about seven
in the morning. Otabek wasn’t sure when Yuri typically woke up on his days off,
but Otabek had to marvel that his inner clock had already adjusted enough that
it had woken him at an appropriate time.
Not wanting to waste the morning Otabek got out of bed, retrieved his clothing
for the day, and went to the bathroom to make himself presentable. He didn’t
bother to close the bathroom door because really, why would he when it was only
him and Yuri? Halfway through brushing his teeth the boy sleepily stumbled into
the room with him. He was still in the same clothes he had worn to bed and
looked like he was still half-asleep. Otabek gave him a quick wave of his hand
in greeting and Yuri grunted back his own. The boy picked up his hairbrush from
the counter and began the task of getting all the knots out of his long
tresses.
“So what are the options for breakfast?” Otabek asked after rinsing out his
mouth.
Yuri had a couple of hair pins between his teeth. He removed them and fixed
them into his hair to keep it out of his face. “Grandpa probably has something
in the cupboards we could scrounge up. There’s also a little diner nearby that
he sometimes takes me to. It’s about a fifteen minute walk.”
“You’re the type who normally eats just toast in the morning, aren’t you?” the
man said with a smile.
“Yakov makes me get up so early I don’t have any appetite.” The boy grumbled.
“Do you do any exercises in the morning when you don’t have practice? I
normally go for a run at least.”
“Just stretches usually. You wanna run to that diner this morning?”
“That’s a very short run, but okay.”
“We can do better tomorrow.” Yuri promised.
With that Otabek left the bathroom so Yuri could finish getting ready. Back in
Yuri’s room, Otabek sat down on the floor and began to stretch. Yuri joined him
a short time later, fully dressed and looking much more awake. Otabek was in
the middle of trying to touch his toes from a standing position, but couldn’t
get his fingertips much further than passed the middle of his calves. The boy
couldn’t help but snicker at his friend before bending down and laying his
pressing his fingers flat against the floor.
“You are terrible at this.” He stated.
Otabek stood upright again and moved onto to a different stretch. “And I recall
you telling me once that Lilia thought you were abysmal.”
“I know, right?! I don’t know any other guy in our division who is as flexible
as I am!”
The two continued through their stretches, Yuri occasionally stopping to give
Otabek an extra push if the man was particularly bad at something. The rest of
the time the man couldn’t help but quietly admire the way Yuri could
effortlessly bend and twist himself in ways that would cause Otabek a
significant amount of pain. The man had just started doing some actual warm ups
when a grin flashed across Yuri’s face and the boy bent over and braced himself
with his arms outstretched and hands against the wall. With a breath he slowly
raised one of his legs up into the air until it formed a straight line with his
other leg. Otabek gawked.
“And that doesn’t hurt?” he asked after he had taken a second to find his
voice.
“Nope.” Yuri replied casually, his smirk hidden from the man’s line of sight by
his arm.
“Are you sure you have a penis?”
Yuri sputtered and lowered his leg before clutching his sides and laughing.
“Can’t you answer that yourself? You’ve seen it!”
“You could be a master at Photoshop. I don’t know!”
Yuri turned towards him again, wiping a tear from his eye and grinning
devilishly up at his friend. “Is that your way of saying you want to see it in
person?”
Otabek flushed just a little. “It wasn’t but…I’m not going to deny that I want
to. But I don’t think that’s something we should do before we’ve eaten
breakfast.”
“Are you sure? Getting a lot of exercise immediately after eating isn’t good
for you, you know. Now seems like the perfect time.”
It was tempting. Really it was. But Otabek was also determined. They still had
several days to spend together, there was no need to rush things. He expressed
as such, earning him an eye roll from the boy who went back to the wall in
order to stretch his other leg. Otabek stared just a moment too long before
resuming what he had been doing, too. So that’s how it was going to be, huh?
Yuri was going to be teasing him every step of the way, it seemed. He had to
wonder just how long his will was going to hold out.
*****
Their breakfast was peaceful. The diner was small and pretty much everyone else
who was there and was not working were folks closer in age to Nikolai than the
two of them. One of the wait staff greeted Yuri by name, and surprisingly the
boy made a small effort to be respectful. That is, he didn’t raise his voice
and said things like ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. Otabek wasn’t sure if it was
because Yuri liked the place, didn’t want to ruin his own reputation there for
the next time he went with his grandfather, or a combination of the two. Either
way, the food was good and the atmosphere was calm, so Otabek decided that his
first impression of the place was a positive one.
They decided that while they were out of the house Yuri would take Otabek
sightseeing. If the man was honest he half expected to be led to the nearest
zoo to spend hours watching the big cats in their enclosures. Instead Yuri led
him at a leisurely pace around the city to anywhere he thought his friend might
find interesting. There wasn’t a whole lot within the city that Yuri wanted to
show off; a little museum, a couple of parks, and a movie theater. Anything
else was too far for the boy to bother with. All in all it only took them a
couple of hours to visit everything Yuri could think of that was close by.
“If I’m honest I don’t go outside much.” The boy stated as they took a short
break in one of the parks. “We can always wander around some more and see if
there’s anything else that’s interesting.”
It was just about late morning and the day’s heat hadn’t seeped into the air
quite yet. There were a number of families, couples, and general tourists
milling about the park around them enjoying the outdoors before it got to be
unbearable.
“Tomorrow.” Otabek replied.
They fell into a silence. It wasn’t uncommon for that to happen. Otabek was not
a horribly talkative person, so if Yuri couldn’t think of anything to babble on
about the two of them wouldn’t say anything. Sometimes their silence would last
a few hours, them just enjoying spending what little time they could in each
other’s company. Eventually something would happen or one of them would come up
with something to break the silence with.
This time something caught Yuri’s attention and he tugged at Otabek’s sleeve.
The man turned his head, finding Yuri’s eyes pinned to whatever it was and not
looking at him in the slightest. Otabek followed his line of sight as best as
he could. He had to squint just a little in order for the small shadow near the
base of a tree to take shape. It was a small black kitten. It was laying
quietly in the shady grass, eyes closed and probably asleep.
“Wow. That’s a real little one.” Otabek stated, genuinely surprised.
“Looks to be only four months old.” Yuri replied. “And it’s alone. Probably
means it either doesn’t have or lost its siblings. Poor thing.”
“Think it’ll be okay?”
“Well there’s a lot of people around here, and it isn’t bothered by the noise.
Probably means it’s used to having people feed it. As long as it stays out of
the road and doesn’t get caught by a larger predator it’ll probably be fine.”
The boy let out a sigh. “Makes you wanna take it home, huh?”
Otabek nodded. “I sometimes see cats and dogs like that in the mornings and
evenings. The older ones I’m not too worried about, but the young ones you
can’t help but sympathize with.”
Despite the somewhat sad conversation, Yuri chuckled. “I’d start my own shelter
for stray cats if I could. Waking up every day with thirty cats on my bed
sounds like a dream!”
“Thirty? That doesn’t sound like there’d be any room for you on that bed.”
“I’d sleep on the floor for them.” Yuri stated, beaming at the thought.
The man had half a mind to comment that Yuri wouldn’t sleep on the floor for
him, but he knew exactly where that conversation would go. It wasn’t a matter
of Yuri liking cats more than Otabek, it was that Yuri fully intended for them
to share the bed from the start. If they slept separately, that lowered the
chances of other things besides sleep occurring. And of course it wasn’t like
Otabek was the sort of person who would kick his friend out of his own bed just
because he was sleeping in it too.
“Think we should find a place to grab lunch?” Yuri asked, standing up from the
bench they had been sitting on. “Pick something up on the way home or hit the
grocery store and make something ourselves?”
Otabek stood up with him. “Sure. Are you any good at cooking?”
Yuri’s cringe gave away his answer before he had a chance to say it. “I can
make katsudon pirozhki…”
“I’ll cook.” Otabek decided.
He had heard that Yuri’s grandfather had invented something called a ‘katsudon
pirozhki’. From his understanding it was combination of Yuri’s favorite food
and something he had eaten during the few weeks he had spent in Japan a little
over a year ago. He also knew that ‘katsudon’ was something Yuri kept calling
the Japanese Yuri that was a competitor of theirs. One day he would get the
full story behind that. Right now he worried slightly for his friend’s
wellbeing that the boy could only cook one thing at the age of 16. No wonder
Lilia wouldn’t let him be alone for even a single week.
They stopped at a grocery store on the way back and Otabek picked up what they
would need for both lunch and dinner. Partway through their shopping, Yuri
muttered that he was going to run across the street to the drugstore and pick
up some new hair ties. Otabek didn’t think twice about it, aside from it making
sense that Yuri wouldn’t have any since the boy hadn’t had his hair tied up at
all since the day before despite the heat. He finished getting what he needed,
paid, and stepped out of the store. He spotted Yuri with a small bag in his
hand about to cross the street to meet him again. Sure enough while he waited
for the light to change he was pulling his hair back and off his neck, securing
it in place with one of the newly bought elastic bands. He hurried across the
road and the two of them continued on their way back to Nikolai’s place.
*****
After lunch Yuri dragged his gaming consoles out into the living room. The TV
out there was bigger and there was more natural light. They sat on the couch
playing three or four different games for an hour or two each. They stopped
briefly for Otabek to cook up something light for their dinner and continued to
play while they ate. It was around then that Yuri stopped suggesting they play
games that pitted them against each other and instead ones that had them doing
things co-operatively. Otabek found it funny, seeing as it felt like the boy
was trying to take pity on him since he kept losing. Honestly it was a bit of a
relief. Despite being able to find enjoyment in the act of playing games with
Yuri, he had to admit it was getting to be just a little frustrating that his
wins could be counted on one hand while Yuri had dozens.
Eventually the sun had set completely, and sometime after both started to get a
little bored. Otabek reclined against the couch, stretching his legs. Yuri
raised his arms above his head, silently agreeing that sitting for so long had
made him feel stiff. The hem of his shirt rode up his midsection, revealing
most of his stomach. He didn’t bother covering it again when he and fell back
onto the couch and dropped his arms in an undignified slump. The boy did not
miss the way Otabek’s eyes had flickered down to the newly exposed skin and he
smirked.
“Beka, my eyes are up here.” He teased.
Otabek blinked, not realizing he had been staring. He met the boy’s eyes.
“Sorry.” He said quickly.
The boy snorted. “Yeah like I really care.” He shifted, sitting up properly.
His shirt naturally fell back into its proper place and for a moment Otabek
missed being able to see the jut of Yuri’s hipbone. “What time is it…?” he
muttered. The man had noticed that the clock on the cable box was wrong,
somehow, so he hadn’t a clue himself. Yuri retrieved his phone from his pocket
and took a look. “Right about eight-fifteen.” He stated. “Damn! What do you
wanna do until bed?”
That was a good question. Part of Otabek wished he had agreed to just wander
around more earlier in the day, but of course there was nothing that could be
done about that now. Both of them would likely be awake for another two hours
at the least, and really that was too long to be playing more video games. He
glanced at the small assortment of DVD cases beneath the TV and asked if there
was anything worth watching. Yuri just about crawled off the couch, not finding
the short distance worth getting up for. He laid across the small space between
it and the TV stand and skimmed over the titles. For a moment Otabek’s eyes
fell onto his backside, which was sticking up just a bit too much for it to be
natural. He had half a mind to ask if Yuri had done that deliberately but the
boy found something that struck his interest and sat up on his legs in order to
get the DVD player all set up.
Of all things Yuri could have picked for them to watch, he chose a horror
movie. Yuri turned off the lights in the room and plopped himself back onto the
couch much closer to Otabek than he had been sitting earlier. In fact he was
practically right up against him. He had to wonder if the boy got scared
easily, but decided to wait and find out instead.
It only took around twenty minutes and the first real spook of the movie to get
his answer. Yuri flinched, but otherwise didn’t react. A quick look told Otabek
that the movie had the boy’s rapt attention, but the tension was only getting
to him about as much as it would anyone. Even the man had to admit it was a lot
scarier than he had expected it to be. Knowing that Yuri would be fine watching
it he turned his eyes back to the screen.
The next time a scare occurred, Otabek suddenly found Yuri’s hand gripping his
knee. The boy offered not even the slightest apology, still focused on what was
happening in the movie. Otabek slipped an arm around him and Yuri willingly
leaned against him. His grip let up, but the hand stayed where it was. The man
had half a mind to try and soothe the boy by rubbing his thumb against his hip,
but he didn’t get the chance.
For as soon as that thought occurred to him, Yuri made his true intentions
known.
The hand on Otabek’s leg slid up and the man’s eyes widened a fraction. He said
nothing as that hand continued to trail a slow, deliberate path up his thigh.
He couldn’t help but suck in a tiny breath when Yuri’s fingers shifted course
and moved inward, brushing against the sensitive area of his inner thigh.
Otabek still did not say or do anything about it, and the boy began to trace
small circles there, the muscles tensing up just a little at his touch. After a
minute of that his hand moved again, this time clearly aiming for the small
bulge that had begun to form in the front of Otabek’s shorts. Otabek quickly
grabbed his wrist in order to stop him and Yuri finally looked up at him,
pouting.
“Trying again to get me to play into your hands?” Otabek asked him.
Yuri looked down at his lap and back up in an exaggerated manner. “It seems to
be working.” He replied.
“You’ve been doing this sort of thing since this morning. You’re not as subtle
in person, you know that?”
Yuri raised an eyebrow. “Really? When was I ever subtle?” he blinked as
realization struck him. “Wait, you mean when I started texting you that one
time? Wow, I didn’t think I was being subtle at all!”
Otabek grimaced. Actually looking back on it, Yuri hadn’t been. Otabek had just
been so caught off guard and in denial that it took him a stupidly long time to
catch on.
“I guess what I meant is that when you actually touch me, it’s a lot easier to
figure out what you are trying to do.” Otabek substituted.
That was something Yuri couldn’t really argue with. He didn’t know when exactly
it was that Otabek had sprung a boner during that first exchange, but he had a
feeling that his hand on the man’s thigh had done a much quicker job of it. He
pulled his wrist free of Otabek’s grasp without hardly any resistance. His
fingers danced across Otabek’s upper thigh briefly before he sat up and got to
his feet.
“Wait here a moment.” He said, lowering his eyelids in what he hoped was a
seductive manner.
The man offered no protest as Yuri made his way down the hall towards is room.
In fact, the boy had a feeling Otabek’s eyes had followed him, focusing on his
legs and/or backside in the process. Otabek tried to focus on the movie again
if only to make the time go by faster. It almost worked. Almost. He was aware
that a possessed man was in the process of chasing his girlfriend through a
forest with an axe, but for the most part his mind was busy recalling that
first night things had become sexual between them. Yuri had gotten a new pair
of leggings and through a series of ever-more provocative images had made
Otabek lose his cool and surrender. It had to be one of the strangest ways two
people have ever hooked up, if that was what it could be called.
He was shaken from his thoughts by movement in the corner of his eye. He turned
his head and his jaw dropped. Yuri had changed and was now wearing the very
same leopard print leggings he had worn that night. It was evident even in the
low light that he had foregone underwear. Otabek blinked at him and had to
force himself to look up from Yuri’s crotch that was barely obscured by the
tight, clingy fabric.
“You said you wanted to see me in them.” Yuri stated, crossing the distance
between them and coming to stand between Otabek and the TV. “What do you think
of the view in person?” He stepped to one side so the light from the screen
shone on him better and spun himself around slowly so Otabek could get a good
look at him.
“Incredible…” the man breathed out, eyes raking over the form of Yuri’s hips,
legs, and both his front and backside.
Yuri smirked. “Now that’s a much better reaction than I got out of you the
first time.” He stated. He came to kneel on the couch beside Otabek and slid a
hand back onto his thigh. For a moment Otabek thought he saw something in
Yuri’s other hand. “So, are you going to keep resisting me like you have been
all day?”
“I don’t think I could even if I wanted to anymore.”
The boy’s grin grew wide and his eyes flashed dangerously. “There was something
you wanted to do to me. Do you remember what it was?”
Otabek was almost ashamed that it took him half a second to recall what the boy
was getting at. The moment it came to him he turned his own smile up at Yuri
and placed a hand on the back of his neck. He pulled the boy down towards him
and their lips met with ease. It was a brief, tentative kiss, as if afraid that
kissing would suddenly make them realize that they weren’t actually attracted
to each other at all, even physically. Otabek could still feel the tingle on
his lips as they parted and that made his heart flutter. Somehow the knowledge
that he had just kissed his friend was more exhilarating than the kiss itself.
His eyes slid open and he found Yuri staring down at him with a hunger in his
eyes. Again they brought their lips together, just a fraction more force behind
it than before. They parted for a split second before going in for another, and
then a fourth. One kiss melted into the other and each one got progressively
more rough and needy. Otabek shifted on the couch, moving to stretch his legs
across the length of it. Yuri straddled his lap, pressing himself against
Otabek’s chest as they continued to kiss. The man’s hands gripped the hem of
Yuri’s shirt and dragged it up so that he could run his hands across Yuri’s
back. The boy shivered at the touch and caught Otabek’s lower lip between his
teeth.
The man sucked in a breath and Yuri took that chance to slip his tongue into
his mouth. Otabek groaned before eagerly meeting him the same way. Neither had
much, if any, experience kissing this way, but it didn’t matter a whole lot.
Their tongue slid past each other enthusiastically, saliva mixing and both
getting a good, thoroughly arousing taste of the other. Yuri nipped at his
tongue and used the moment of surprise to change up the angle by titling their
heads the other way, though their mouths never left each other. One of Otabek’s
hands traveled down the length of Yuri’s spine, raising goosebumps in its wake,
before slipping down the back of his leggings. He squeezed one of the boy’s
wonderfully round cheeks and Yuri’s fists balled into the front of Otabek’s
shirt.
Finally their lips parted, a string of saliva still connecting them however
briefly before breaking. Both of them were breathing much harder than before,
about as hard as they had been upon arriving at the diner after their short
run. Yuri smirked and nuzzled at Otabek’s throat and the man willingly tilted
his head back. The boy showered the exposed column with wet, open mouthed
kisses before finding a spot he liked latched onto it. He sucked lightly,
testing the waters. Otabek let out a soft groan of approval at the sensation,
and Yuri sucked at it harder. He had never left a love mark before, nor ever
received one. The only knowledge he had of them came from porn, and everyone
knew that was an unreliable source. So he could only guess as to how it was
done. After several seconds he lavished the area with his tongue before
latching on to suck again.
When he released Otabek’s neck he could see a deep, red mark. It was anyone’s
guess whether or not it would darken and form a proper hickey, but he wanted to
move on already. Otabek too wanted to keep things progressing. He tugged at
Yuri’s shirt with his free hand and the boy leaned back enough to peel it off
of himself. Having the boy’s pale skin before him made Otabek swallow thickly.
He had half a mind to try and pin Yuri onto his back on the couch, but that
wasn’t readily possible with the way they were situated. He decided to save the
idea for later. Instead he brought his own lips down to leave tender kisses
across Yuri’s collarbones. The way the boy sighed and shifted into the touches
emboldened Otabek and his mouth traveled downward.
His lips peppered their way across his chest and found one of Yuri’s nipples.
The boy shuddered again when Otabek slipped his mouth over it and sucked
lightly. His hand on Yuri’s ass squeezed again and the boy tensed up, sucking
in a sharp breath. Otabek had a moment of panic and was about to ask if
everything was okay, but that effort was cut off before it could be made by
Yuri rolling his hips against the man’s and oh God…
Otabek hadn’t realized he was quite so hard. He had been too busy focusing on
all the other sensations and making sure Yuri felt good as well. He knew he was
aroused, but not standing at full attention already. Not to mention he could
feel Yuri so clearly against him now and somehow that had him even more turned
on. He breathed a deep groan against the crook of Yuri’s neck.
“I don’t think it’s fair that you’re still completely dressed.” Yuri whispered
in his ear.
The man shivered at the warm breath against the sensitive shell. He raised his
head and let Yuri pull his shirt up and off of him. The boy did not hide that
he was admiring the view at all. His eyes roamed slowly, deliberately along
Otabek’s pectorals and abs, taking in even the most subtle features of them.
After he had burned the sight into his retinas Yuri splayed his hands out on
Otabek’s chest and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth again. Their tongues
greeted each other once more and Yuri’s hands slid down the length of his
friend’s body, all the way to the waistband of his shorts. The muscles of
Otabek’s stomach twitched at the almost delicate touch and he gasped quietly.
“Beka, do you remember what else I said I wanted to do?” Yuri murmured.
Otabek remembered a few things, yes. He licked is own lips and met Yuri’s eyes,
which was a difficult feat as the boy’s lithe torso, pert nipples, and kiss-
swollen lips were incredibly interesting to study.
“Well, scratching aimlessly at my back isn’t in itself all that arousing.” He
stated, briefly amazed at how breathy his own voice was. “Which only leaves one
thing: you wanted to ride me.”
Yuri smirked and ghosted his lips against Otabek’s. “Correct.”
Correctly assuming that to be permission, Otabek slid his other hand into the
back of Yuri’s legging and began to pull them down. Yuri raised himself up onto
his knees to let him drag them down further. The boy let out a contented sigh
the moment his dick came free and Otabek had to swallow thickly again at the
sight. Yuri pushed his hands aside and pulled the leggings all of the way off
of himself, discarding them on the floor with their shirts. Before Otabek could
place his hands back on him, Yuri’s found the waistband of his shorts and
fiddled with the strings tied on the front of them. Otabek gave him a nod and
Yuri gently pulled one, the knot coming undone easily. The man hooked his own
thumbs into his shorts to remove them. It took raising his hips off the couch
and both of them having to shift around some for them to come off completely.
Logic would have told him to take off his boxers at the same time, but he
wasn’t thinking entirely straight. Yuri did not mind it in the least. In fact,
he was eyeing the way the breezy fabric did little to hide how erect Otabek
was. He was distracted from his gazing by the man sliding a hand around the
back of his neck again and drawing him in for yet another kiss. It was sloppy,
wet, and make lewd sounds with every press of their lips and slide of their
tongue. It was needy. Yuri pressed himself flush against Otabek’s chest,
suddenly feeling that even that much skin-on-skin contact was too little. For
his part, the man held him firmly against him, evidently desiring the touch
just as much.
When they finally broke their kiss again, Yuri shifted back some and was about
to start digging between the cushions for something he had dropped amidst their
foreplay. He stopped and stared down at Otabek’s lap, his mind suddenly
forgetting what it was he was about to do. For a second Otabek wasn’t sure what
was up, but a quick glance at himself had him turning red despite what the
obvious intentions of what they were doing were. While they were kissing the
fabric of is boxers had shifted just enough that the head of his dick was now
peeking out through the opening in the front. Somehow the sight felt even
dirtier than if he had just taken the damn things off, and Yuri licking his
lips did not help that any.
“Now who’s the tease…?” the boy asked, turning a smirk up at him.
“Not intentionally.” Otabek replied truthfully.
Yuri snickered at that and finally resumed what he had first set out to do. His
hand pawed blindly between the cushions and the back of the couch until his
fingertips finally brushed against what he was looking for. He grasped it and
pulled it out. At last Otabek got to see what it was Yuri had practically been
hiding from him.
Yuri was holding a small bottle of lube. Otabek almost asked where he had
gotten it from, but then remembered the way Yuri had suddenly run off while
they were grocery shopping. Sure, getting new hair ties served as a convenient
and truthful excuse, but this had to be the real reason behind it. While Yuri
opened the bottle Otabek managed to remove his boxers. The boy eyed him up
contemplatively and a wave of concern washed over the man.
“I’m not too big, am I?” he asked.
Otabek had seen enough porn. He knew he was just a little more than average in
length, but he had a lot of girth. Yuri hummed thoughtfully before flashing him
a grin.
“No. Actually, I think you’re right about the size of my favorite dildo.” He
stated.
The man blinked, a lot more surprised than he knew he should be. “You have a
dildo? Wait, you have a favorite dildo?”
“I’ve got five of ‘em.” Yuri replied as if he were talking about the weather.
“One even vibrates, but I misread how big it was and it’s a bit small for my
tastes. I don’t use it much.”
Well that certainly opened a floodgate of wonderful images to flood Otabek’s
mind. “That… I’d like to see you using one, eventually.” He admitted.
Yuri laughed again. He took Otabek’s right hand in his and the man got the
idea. He held his fingers out for Yuri to squeeze a good amount of lube onto
them. Otabek got his digits nice and coated before bringing his hand around to
Yuri’s backside. He traced a fingertip across the boy’s hole and Yuri
practically melted into his touch. He lifted his hips so Otabek could reach
better, and with the knowledge that the boy liked using a thick dildo on
himself, slipped one and then a second finger inside of him, meeting little
resistance on the way. Yuri moaned at the pressure against the sensitive ring
of muscle and his insides quivered around Otabek’s digits. He slid them most of
the way out, enjoying how Yuri clenched around them. He waited just a moment,
wriggling his fingers just inside his opening, hoping to tease the boy on
purpose this time. It worked and Yuri tried to rock back against them. Otabek
smirked and thrust them back in, scissoring them apart in the process.
“D-don’t…forget t-AAH!” Yuri was cut off by a loud moan as Otabek curled his
fingers into his prostate. Yuri shuddered, hands gripping Otabek’s shoulders
tightly. Otabek did it again and the boy arched against him, his toes curling
as well. That was one more thing to check off the list, the man thought with a
chuckle. He continued to finger Yuri open, adding a third digit relatively
quickly.
He felt the lubricant on his fingers beginning to thin out and dry up and he
pulled his fingers away. Yuri protested with a moan, but understood what was
going to happen now because of it. He opened the bottle again and poured a lot
onto his hand. He wrapped it around Otabek’s too-neglected appendage and the
man’s breathing wavered at the contact. Yuri coated it thoroughly and
plentifully with a few easy strokes. He pressed a kiss to Otabek’s neck when he
stopped his hand. Yuri raised himself up onto his knees and Otabek gripped him
firmly by the hips to help stabilize him. The boy got them lined up, the head
of Otabek’s dick pressed against his hole. With a deep breath to relax him,
Yuri sank down onto him. He took him in slow and steady, but got all of him in
in one go. He let out another breath and gave himself a moment to adjust and
get comfortable.
Otabek was lost in the softness and warmth of Yuri’s body. How was he so tight?
How did he feel so good to be inside of? How did even the smallest of twitches
from that tender ring of muscle around his dick make him see stars? He panted
heavily, not even having the presence of mind to ask Yuri to move. Thankfully
the boy still had enough of a grasp on reality that he did so on his own,
raising himself off just a little and back on with a roll of his hips. Otabek
gasped loudly and began to rock against him as Yuri set a moderate pace for
them.
“God, Beka!” Yuri whined, his nails digging into his shoulders. “How is your
dick so amazing? So…big…”
Otabek had to draw several deep breaths, or as deep as he could get them, in
order to form a reply. “It’s your ass…that’s amazing…here.” He panted.
Somehow Yuri had the audacity to grin at that. “I told you it was.”
Their lips crushed each other, the movements of their mouths not synced or
deliberate at all. Any semblance of rhythm was solely focused on the conjoined
parts of their bodies. All the same their kiss served its purpose. It brought
them closer and were parts of themselves that had not been touching that now
were. Yuri’s hands slid from Otabek’s shoulders and onto his back. His short
nails scrapped at the skin of his shoulder blades, and in turn Yuri felt
Otabek’s grip on his hips tighten down even more.
Their bodies slipped and slid against each other with every movement of their
hips. Yuri’s dick, trapped between them, began to weep profusely, letting up on
the slightly uncomfortable friction just a little. At the slick feeling Otabek
had just enough coherent thought in him to pick up the bottle of lube that lay
tucked between his and Yuri’s legs on the couch. He got just enough onto his
fingers to coat Yuri’s dick and then pulled the boy close again.
Yuri’s pace increased, his climax not far now. Otabek did his best to meet him,
but keeping the rhythm was increasingly more difficult by the second. After a
minute, Otabek wasn’t sure there was even a rhythm at all anymore. It was all
desperate movements and panting and clutching and feeling, every last thing
pushing them agonizingly close to the edge.
With a rough bite to Otabek’s upper lip, Yuri clenched down hard on the man and
came between them, his gasp muffled by their mouths together. Otabek nearly
swore at how much tighter the boy suddenly got, and two more thrusts had him
ejaculating deep inside of Yuri. All at once every muscle in their bodies gave
out and the two fell back onto the couch in a tangled mess of tingling and numb
extremities. Their breathing was ragged, and the first thought Otabek had as
soon as even the smallest part of the post-orgasmic haze in his mind had
cleared was that he needed a drink of water.
After their breathing had calmed and feeling returned to their fingers and
toes, Yuri sat up and carefully raised himself up and off of Otabek. He leaned
back and let out a long breath. Part of his hair had come free from where he
had clipped it out of his face and Otabek brushed it back behind his ear
tenderly. Yuri smiled down at him.
“Well…” he laughed. “That was a thing.”
A shriek from the TV brought both of them back to reality and they whipped
their heads to see what it was. The movie had ended and the credits had rolled
while they were having sex. It had just gone back to the menu where a high
shriek normally greeted viewers upon putting the disc in. Both of them snorted
and burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of it. Yuri fell back down on top
of Otabek, and then man held him gently while they worked through the sudden
fit of giggles together.
“I’m never going to be afraid of that movie ever again.” Yuri snickered.
“Had you seen it before?” the man asked.
“Once. Most of it.” He admitted. “I like horror movies well enough, but well…”
he turned his head away shyly and grumbled, “Sometimes I have to look away from
them.”
“Cute…” Otabek thought. He pressed a kiss to Yuri’s temple. He felt a sting in
his chest at the affectionate gesture. He contemplated with himself briefly
before deciding that now was as good a time as any to bring it up. “Yura…” he
muttered. The boy raised his head and looked him in the eye questioningly. “I
don’t mean to sound pushy, and I’m happy if you still want us to just be
‘friends with benefits’. In fact, I’m not even sure if I want to be anything
more than that, but-”
“I like you.” Yuri stated quickly. Otabek blinked in surprised. “That’s what
you were about to say, right? Well, I like you too. You’re not annoying like
literally everyone else I know. Er…literally everyone else but my grandpa. I’m
not stupid enough to call it ‘love’, but that counts for something, doesn’t it?
So… I like you.”
Otabek smiled warmly at the boy on his chest. “Yes. I like you too, Yura. I
feel the same way. This isn’t love but it is something more than friendship.”
Yuri chewed on his lower lip. “Um… Do you want to figure out what this makes
us?” he asked. “You seemed so adamant about assigning a name to it before.”
Otabek shook his head. “Nah. ‘Friends with benefits’ still works just fine for
me.”
Yuri smiled back at him and planted another kiss to his lips before getting up
from the couch. “We need to wash up.” He stated, looking down at the mess
between them finally, as well as feeling it inside of himself upon standing.
Otabek nodded and sat up. “You go first. You need it the most.”
The boy hesitated, briefly considering asking if Otabek wanted to get a shower
with him. But he remembered the shower was really small and would be much too
cramped for the both of them to actually wash off in so he went off without a
word. Otabek breathed a deep, satisfied sigh and dragged a hand through his
messed up hair. He found his phone and unlocked it. Checking his Instagram, he
remembered what his friends had been up to the night before.
He stood and made his way into the kitchen. First thing was first and he
chugged down a glass of cold water, filling it up again to be drunk a lot more
slowly. There were half a dozen bananas on the counter and he picked up the
straightest one that was there. He went back to the couch and set it aside
while he lazily scrolled through what was new. Yuri returned a short while
later, once again only in a shirt and boxers. He had a towel on his head and
was still in the middle of drying his hair when he announced that Otabek could
get his shower now. Before the man could reply, Yuri noticed the banana sitting
beside him.
“What’s with that?” he asked. “You get hungry again?”
Otabek smiled and shook his head. “No. I wanted to see if you could deep throat
it.”
The look Yuri gave him spoke volumes about how much he was reconsidering having
said that Otabek wasn’t annoying. Quickly the man found he pictures from his
friends and held his phone out for Yuri to see. The boy tilted it to get a
better look and burst into laughter again.
“What is with that?!” he shouted.
“My friends are dorks.” Otabek replied simply, but affectionately. “I wanted to
show them that we’re having just as much fun, so I got a banana.”
Yuri rolled his eyes, a smile splitting his face. He plopped down on the couch
and picked up the fruit. “You better get a good shot of this, I’m only gonna do
it once.” He stated. Otabek raised his phone and watched as Yuri drew a deep
breath and slid a huge portion of the banana into his mouth. The sight
obviously filled Otabek with even more wonderful thoughts about what could be
done later, but he took the picture without voicing as such.
“Now go get your shower and put some clothes on.” Yuri told him after removing
the banana from his throat. “No way are you allowed to post that without one of
yourself doing it, too.”
Fair was fair, Otabek thought. He left his phone on the couch so Yuri wouldn’t
have to worry about him sharing the picture without his knowledge. After he was
cleaned up and presentable again, he let Yuri take one of him practically
choking on just the first inch and a half of the elongated piece of fruit.
While Yuri was laughing, he noticed something that the flash of the camera had
picked up that he couldn’t see in the TV’s low lighting. It made him grin.
“Want me to take this again from the other side?” he asked, showing Otabek the
picture.
The man had to wipe tears from his eyes and squinted curiously. His eyebrows
shot up the moment he spotted what Yuri was talking about. A dark purple mark
had formed on his neck while he had been showering, the hickey having been
successfully made after all. Otabek took his phone back and went ahead and
posted both images, tagging his friends and Yuri, captioning them with “You’re
not allowed to have all the fun.”
“It’s fine.” He stated as he did so. “Knowing us, it was going to show up in
some selfie while we’re out and about this week. May as well add it to the
flood of creeping the banana is going to cause anyway.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Yuri replied. “Stupid crazy, dumbass fangirls…”
Again Otabek wanted to point out the obvious that they were only about as crazy
as he was, but kept his mouth shut. Over texts or Skype he didn’t need to fear
getting kicked, but in person? He’d rather hickeys be the only bruising he got
that week. Speaking of injuries though he got Yuri’s attention again.
“How badly am I scratched up?” he asked, turning so that his back was to the
boy.
Yuri lifted his shirt and his eyes skimmed over the damage. He grinned
wickedly. “Not nearly enough.” He declared and pulled it back down pointedly.
“I’m not bleeding?”
“Not that I could tell.”
“That’s a relief.”
“Am I not allowed to draw blood?” Yuri asked.
Otabek smirked and stood up. He gathered up his discarded clothing as he spoke.
“Oh no, you’re welcome to. So long as you help me clean and dress them
properly.” He jerked his head towards the hallway. “I’m going to bed, you
coming?”
Yuri quickly shut down the DVD player and TV, picking up his clothes as well.
“Yeah, may as well get an early rest. I’m beat.”
Once in bed, Otabek was half expecting Yuri to turn away from him again. It
came as a pleasant surprise that he curled up against his side and pillowed his
head on Otabek’s chest. The man was fairly certain they wouldn’t stay that way
all night, as it was too warm for that sort of thing. But it was welcomed as
long as it lasted and he curled an arm around Yuri as well.
In the morning, Yuri had to turn his phone off in order to stop getting
notifications from all of his fangirls freaking out at the pictures Otabek had
posted. Hopefully his grandfather would not read those‘headlines’ about him.
End Notes
     ONE OF THESE DAYS, WILO WILL LEARN HOW TO END A PORN FIC WITHOUT
     EVERYONE GOING TO BED! HAHAHA, I TOLD A FUNNY JOKE! 8')
     *cough*
     Upon beta-ing this I realized just how many headcanons I threw into
     the Nikolai segment and I don't think I am as sorry for that as I
     should be.
     Also, credit where it is due: the_whole_bit_about_deep_throating
     bananas_is_not_my_idea.
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