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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, background_Katsuki_Yuuri/Victor_Nikiforov
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Making_Out, Aged-Up_Character(s), Yuri_is_17, Otabek_is_20,
      Sexual_Tension, Misunderstandings, Angst, Grinding, Anal_Sex, Multiple
      Orgasms, Smut, Hair-pulling, Praise_Kink, Scratching, Barebacking,
      Asphyxiation
  Series:
      Part 1 of i_wish_that_i_could_quit_you
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-07 Completed: 2017-09-21 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 11302
****** make you crazy over my touch ******
by yamagusheep
Summary
     Yuri doesn’t know how he ended up here.
     Here specifically being on top of Otabek, in Otabek’s room, on
     Otabek’s queen-sized bed, lazily making out with him, two months
     before he left Russia for a whole year to go on exchange. Yuri thinks
     that, really, this is just an amazing dream, and that everything will
     be fine. At least, he hopes it will be.
Notes
     hey so enjoy this fic that i wrote in a span of like 4 hours... based
     on true experiences!
     also! yuri is 17 in this fic, otabek is 20, which is why it's marked
     underage... but they're both of age of consent, at least where i
     live.
     lastly, i don't know if this will turn into a series, but i left it
     open-ended in case i ever wanted to. enjoy!
***** you know i never get enough *****
Yuri doesn’t know how he ended up here.
Here  specifically being on top of Otabek, in Otabek’s room, on Otabek’s queen-
sized bed, lazily making out with him, two months before he left Russia for a
whole year to go on exchange. Yuri thinks that, really, this is just an amazing
dream, and that everything will be fine. At least, he hopes it will be.
The room is dark, lit only by a single three-wick candle that smells of apple
and cinnamon, like Otabek, and the only noise being the quiet electronic music
playing from Otabek’s bluetooth speaker. Yuri’s eyes are closed, but he can
feel the corners of Otabek’s lips turned upwards as they make out. It’s not
much, but it makes Yuri unbelievably happy. He thinks that this can’t end well,
but he can’t find a reason to care. In two months, if things are worse between
them, there will be a whole year they don’t have to even see each other, much
less talk to each other.
Yuri stops himself in his thoughts and instead focuses on the softness of
Otabek’s lips, slotting against his own at a slow pace, tongue dipping in and
out of Yuri’s mouth, causing the blond to shudder almost unnoticeably. However,
Otabek seems to notice and lifts Yuri, startling the younger a little, so the
lanky boy is completely on top of Otabek’s broad, built body. Yuri decides to
be bold, like he is in every other aspect of his life, and straddles Otabek’s
hips.
“You’re so beautiful,” Otabek murmurs when Yuri pulls back from their kiss to
take a deep breath and think about what he’s actually doing. A blush creeps up
Yuri’s pale skin, and he just scoffs lightly, though there is no actual heat in
his action. His insides flutter, really quite enjoying the praise. He’s not
used to hearing it so blunty, usually being on the giving-end of honesty. He
leans back down to kiss Otabek again, and he can feel himself smiling slightly,
before his breath is taken away when Otabek  fucking rolls his hips into his .
I’m fucked , Yuri thinks. Yuri can’t help but think about how good Otabek is,
how well his body moves with his own, and before Yuri can decide against it, he
grinds down against his best friend. They both let out soft groans and Yuri
leans down once more to kiss Otabek a little bit more roughly than the kisses
they previously shared.
Otabek takes Yuri’s hips into his hands and Yuri thinks he might fucking lose
it, his eyes closed, hips rocking steadily against Otabek’s. Yuri smirks
against Otabek’s lips as he acknowledges the elder’s hard-on with a quick once-
over with his hand. They stay in the position they’re in, with Yuri on top, as
Otabek slides his hands from Yuri’s hips to his ass, and then up under the hem
of the boy’s loose shirt. “May I?” Otabek asks lowly, looking into Yuri’s
startlingly green eyes in earnest.
Yuri can’t find words, so he simply nods and raises his arms so Otabek can pull
the shirt off of him. He’s excited, though he’s trying his damnedest to not
show it. Yuri feels himself blushing as Otabek’s intense gaze rakes over his
body and his rough hands gently brush up and down his sides. “So beautiful,”
Otabek repeats, his gruff voice soft and admiring. Yuri thinks he might burst
from the tangle of emotions going on inside of him currently. He stays quiet,
though, and kisses Otabek’s collarbone.
“Ditto,” he says stupidly after a moment, his mind drawing blanks on what to
say, when normally, Yuri could come up with something clever in a split second.
The dark-haired boy just chuckles and leans up to capture Yuri’s lips again as
he ruts his hips up and Yuri moans into Otabek’s mouth.
Yuri forgets about shame.
Yuri is snaking his lithe hands up Otabek’s shirt, hands tracing the lines of
hard abs and the planes of his pecs. He hums a question, a hand gripping the
soft cotton as he waits for Otabek’s answer. He receives a nod and Yuri pulls
back from the kiss to remove the shirt between them. When it’s flung aside,
Yuri leans forward, pressing his hips down harshly, all the while nipping and
licking at Otabek’s neck and jawline. He wants to find the spots that make
Otabek weak; he wants to make Otabek want him.
Just under Otabek’s jawline is where, Yuri discovers, the raven-haired man
shivers and grunts, tightening his hold on Yuri’s hips. Perfect. Yuri flicks
his tongue over that spot, feeling a little cocky when Otabek cranes his neck
for Yuri to take advantage of, and the blond happily accepts the offer. He nips
and prods the area with his teeth and tongue, hands exploring generously over
Otabek’s rocking body.
For months (since they met, if Yuri is honest with himself), Yuri had
envisioned this scene in his head going a million different ways, all of them
ending in either climax or crying. However, the Russian never really thought it
would  actually  happen, much less so quickly and out of nowhere. He doesn’t
remember who started the kiss first--they were cuddling while they watched a
movie, and Yuri, feeling brave, had rolled over to place his chin on Otabek’s
chest. They shared a long glance, and then they were making out. Yuri was still
processing the fact that he and his best friend, who he had fantasized and
yearned for for a long time now, were grinding on each other like they were
animals in heat.
Yuri focuses his hands on Otabek’s sides, his fingertips grazing tanned skin,
nails scratching lightly. The blond felt his best friend shudder under him, and
he murmured, “I love that,” before he let out a soft groan when Yuri bites down
a little bit harder than he meant to.
Yuri just hums again, his mind too focused on the fact that he wanted to make
Otabek squirm in pleasure, in want, in need.
He seemed to be doing his job well, as Otabek kept rolling his hips against
Yuri’s, gradually becoming more harsh, hands pulling on his hips to keep him
firmly against the older male. Yuri leaned flat against Otabek, moaning
quietly, “Fuck, Beka,” as he rocked back against him, parted lips pressing wet
kisses to Otabek’s chest and collarbones now. Yuri was relishing in the fact
that their bare stomachs were pressing against each other, and he was enjoying
it more than he thought he should. “Fuck it,” Yuri breathed, mostly to himself,
stopping the grinding that was getting rougher by the second.
Otabek looks up to Yuri, cheeks faint with a flush. He gave a questioning look
before Yuri sits back on Otabek’s thighs, a hand trailing down Otabek’s dark
happy trail. It hovers over Otabek’s sweatpants’ waistband, and Yuri tugs once,
waiting for denial or permission. Otabek gives a nod and Yuri tugs them down a
bit, with Otabek’s help. As he is doing this, Yuri can’t believe that this is
actually happening. He pushes the giddiness away, wanting to give himself fully
to the task ahead of him. Yuri slides down his thighs and rests in between the
dark haired man’s legs, hand generously palming Otabek’s hard cock through his
boxers. Yuri was pleased to hear Otabek’s soft groan from above him.
Yuri tugs at the elastic waistband of his boxers in question once more, and
Otabek grunts, “Yes, please,” breathlessly. It sounds good on him, Yuri
decides. He wants to hear more, so he slips his hand underneath the waistband,
not quite ready to take in a completely naked Otabek quite yet, with his mind
reeling. Slowly, Yuri wraps his hand around the thickness, eyes searching
Otabek’s face for discomfort. What he sees is pleasure, Otabek’s eyes closed,
head leaned back on pillows. Yuri takes that as encouragement and gives a few
experimental strokes, getting a feel for the heft in his hand. He is thoroughly
enjoying this, and is mentally mapping out Otabek’s body, how his face looks,
his cock in his hand, the way Beka’s hands are clenched above his own head.
Yuri smirks to himself and strokes faster, his free hand scratching lightly at
Otabek’s sides, his chest, and through his happy trail. They end up on one of
his hard thighs, the very thighs that have Yuri’s mouth watering when they work
out together. Of course, Otabek didn’t know about that (yet). Otabek was really
good at staying quiet, even now, when Yuri has the tip of his cock peeking past
his boxers, and he’s leaning down to lick at it. He feels Otabek tense and arch
into the new touch, drawing a breath from the older man, but the only continued
noise is still the music, which has turned into some English rap song, but it
seems they couldn’t care less about it at the moment.
Yuri sees Otabek’s silence as a challenge and he starts sucking at the head,
his tongue swirling around, trying to see what would get Otabek writhing under
him. He found it when his tongue dipped into his slit, and suddenly, Otabek
groaned, “Fuck, Yura,” while bucking upwards. Yuri kept up the act, his tongue
flicking back and forth over the slit. He wanted to watch Otabek fall apart in
front of him. He was insanely pleased at the soft groans escaping Otabek, and
he stroked the length of him as he sucked and tongued at his cock.
Before Yuri could do anymore, and just when he was about to pull Otabek’s
boxers off completely, his goddamn phone had to ring. Otabek was panting, his
cheeks flushed fully. Yuri cursed under his breath and sat up, reaching for his
phone that lay on the ground next to the bed. It was his grandpa, of course.
He answered, hoping his voice didn’t give away what he had just been doing.
“Hello?”
“Yurochka, where are you? It’s one in the morning,” his grandpa said, his voice
clearly show his worry and drowsiness. Yuri realizes that he must have been
waiting up for him.
Fuck, Yuri thought. He hadn’t even checked the time before he and Otabek
started making out, much less during the act. His curfew was midnight, he had
broken it by a whole hour and some odd minutes.
“Shit, sorry, grandpa. I’ll be home soon,” Yuri promises, and he knows he can’t
break it. “See you soon.” He waits for his grandpa to return the goodbye before
hanging up and cursing once again. He looks to Beka, who has already pulled up
his underwear and sweatpants and is sitting on the edge of the bed, next to
Yuri. His usual, stony face is in place, the only sign of any dishevelment
being his hair, sticking up in odd places from being roughed against the
pillow.
“I have to go,” Yuri says, albeit reluctantly. He really didn’t want this night
to end, and it seemed mutual, if the downward quirk of Otabek’s lips is
anything to go by. Nevertheless, Otabek nods and stands with Yuri, handing him
his once-forgotten shirt and Yuri accepts it silently, slipping the loose
fabric over his head. He looks at Beka, who nods again as they start for the
door. Yuri nods appreciatively as Beka opens it for him and trails him down the
stairs, stopping only when they get to the back door, where Yuri has parked his
bike. They share a long look and Beka steps forward, gently placing his hands
on Yuri’s hips.
“Goodnight,” Beka whispers, kissing first Yuri’s forehead and then his lips.
Yuri sighs and leans into it, but it ends all too soon.
“Goodnight,” Yuri returns, unwillingly slipping from Otabek’s hold. He gives a
little wave as he exits, gets on his bike, and pedals away.
Yuri just hopes that things wouldn’t be weird between them now. Three years of
friendship and most of it spent crushing on Beka, Yuri can’t think of what he
would do without his best friend. If he got to have him as just a friend, with
feelings unrequited, that was better than not having him at all.
 
Yuri can’t wait to get home, Snapchat Otabek that he was home safe, and relive
the night over and over in his mind and through his dreams.
***** you may hate me but i can't hate you *****
Chapter Notes
     ya girl decided to do it....
     have this projection of my life onto these boys. i'm sorry in
     advance. they probably don't deserve this, ahahah.
     yeah um so this is a non-figure skating au i guess?
     also! please tell me if you think they're too ooc or if they're gucci
     because, tbh, i don't remember how to write after my long-ass
     hiatus... thanks so much i hope you all enjoy!
When Yuri woke up, he was feeling incredibly antsy, and he just had to tell
someone about what happened the previous night. Normally he would be telling
Otabek, but he was involved, so telling him was out of the question. The next
best option was Yuuri. Over the past few years, Yuri had grown quite fond of
the man and along with him, Viktor (mostly because with Yuuri around, there was
less time to annoy him).
Opening up his phone, his eyes still bleary with sleep, Yuri taps on iMessaging
and quickly types out a message.
fuck okay don’t say anything to viktor but last night otabek and i made out and
i may or may not have sucked his dick? help?  Yuri sent it as fast as he could,
too embarrassed to keep staring at the message. He had never been good at
communicating, much less communicating his feelings. It was a step he’d been
more determined to take in his life for the sake of others in his life. He was
still learning, though, and that was okay. Yuuri always knew how to help.
It didn’t take long to get a response, which didn’t surprise Yuri. What did
surprise Yuri, however, was that the response was not from Yuuri.
Yuri’s eyes widen and he can hear his heart in his ears. “Fuck,” he breathes
out. “Fuck!” he says louder, seeing that he had accidentally sent his message
to f ucking J.J.  of all people. He remembers that J.J. had sent him something
fucking ridiculous yesterday and Yuri had just left the conversation open, and
obviously forgot to switch back to Yuuri.
Oh? Interesting.  was all that the message read. Yuri knew instantly he was
fucked. He switches to his and Yuuri’s texts, his eyes now very awake.
yuuri. we’re hanging out tomorrow.
Three dots. A reply.
Sure thing. You okay?
yeah. just need a night out.
4 o’clock sound good?
perfect.
Yuri was so grateful that Yuuri didn’t question him excessively, no matter the
situation. Yuri would never say it out loud, but the older man was his closest
friend other than Otabek. Who, Yuri realizes, hasn’t texted him yet this
morning. It was already nearing ten o’clock. Anxiety pools in Yuri’s chest but
he pretends that he’s fine, and he goes to shower, wanting to distract himself
for a little bit. He plays his music loudly as he showers, and his heart picks
up again when it dies down in favor for a notification. He tries not to fling
himself at his phone, and instead focuses intently on washing his hair. It
seems to take longer than usual, but he knows it’s just because he’s all too
excited to look at his phone, and dreading it all at once.
He takes a deep breath and collects himself as he turns the shower off,
wringing out his hair once, twice, and then he is stepping out of the shower.
He towels himself off, pulls on his clothes over his still-damp skin, and grabs
his phone. The notification is from Otabek and Yuri is relieved. He opens up
his Snapchat and smiles when its the usual Otabek, shirtless, with headphones
covering his ears. “Good morning,” it reads.
Yuri quickly looks in the mirror and pushes his neck-length hair back, snapping
a careless-looking selfie. “good morning,” he replies, aimlessly wandering to
the kitchen, where his grandpa had already left a plate of food for Yuri. He
was probably in his study, Yuri notes as he sits, waiting for Beka to open his
snap.
He eats in silence, snapping back and forth with his best friend as usual,
neither of them mentioning the night’s events. Yuri keeps remembering the way
Otabek had touched him so tenderly at the end of the night together; the way
his lips met his own so softly, like Otabek had kissed him a million times
before then. It was so lovely, but Yuri couldn’t help but think that it was a
one night thing. That thought makes Yuri want to cry.
Yuri opens the most recent snap from Otabek after washing his dish, and frowns
when Otabek plainly states that he has to go and he’ll talk to him later. Yuri
doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he just says, “ok, ttys beka,” and
cleans. He cleans the house up and down, finding the chore unusually
therapeutic. He sweeps, mops, vacuums, does laundry, and then when he’s
finished, he goes for a long run.
Yuri just wants to distract himself from his thoughts, but he finds it rather
hard when everything reminds him of Otabek. Normally that would make him happy,
but now, he just doesn’t know how to feel. He’s hoping that tomorrow, with
Yuuri, he can make some sense of it.
---
Four o’clock couldn’t come fast enough. Yuri had gone through a two-hour
workout, took a nice, long shower and bath, got dressed up, and even did a
little bit of makeup to pass the time. He took a selfie in his full-length
mirror, his cat Potya at his feet, and sent it to Otabek with some smiling
emojis. It was normal for him to send his best friend all of his best selfies.
Yuri sits on the edge of his bed, waiting for Yuuri to text him when he’s on
his way. He bites his lip when he gets Otabek’s response, and opens it quickly.
“You’re so cute,” it says, the caption atop Otabek’s prominent collarbones.
Damn , Yuri thinks,  he’s so fucking hot. What the fuck.
Yuri takes a picture of him, smirking. “i know, don’t worry,” he replies,
sending it without a second thought, before a message notification from Yuuri
pops up that says he’s on his way. Yuri gets up and leaves his room, deciding
to wait by the door so he can leave as soon as possible. First, he peeks his
head into his grandpa’s office and says goodbye, and sends another selfie to
Otabek.
“i’m heading out with yuuri, going to a movie. talk to you later!” Yuri taps
out and sends, tucking his phone in the waistband of his black leggings. He is
sporting a dark red flowy top, a leather jacket, his hair is half-up, half-
down, and he’s wearing his usual gray flats. He feels good, and that’s exactly
what he needed. He soon sees Yuuri pull up into the driveway, the silver
soccer-mom van glimmering in the sunlight. Yuri quickly exits the house,
locking the door behind him, and jogs to the passenger door. He gets in and
gives the Japanese man a small smile. He was actually excited for their night
out.
“You good to go?” Yuuri asks, grinning back at the younger man. Yuri just nods,
sitting back in the passenger seat and buckling his seatbelt. After a minute or
so of quiet, and Yuuri getting them on the road to dinner, he finally asked,
“So what’s on your mind?”
The question wasn’t pressuring, or invasive, really. It was whatever Yuri
wanted to make of it, and the blond really appreciated Yuuri’s sense of knowing
just what the younger man needed.
“Um. Well, it’s… about Otabek….” Yuri started, slowly, taking in Yuuri’s
reaction. The only thing that changed was an eyebrow quirking upwards.
“Did you guys have a fight?”
“Oh, no, um… well, we made out. And I sucked his dick. And I don’t know how he
feels,” Yuri said. “It was so good, though, Katsudon. Fuck. Like, we were
watching a movie, and then afterwards, we just started kissing, and he’s the
one who started to grind against me, okay? And then our shirts came off and
then I sucked his dick for a few minutes but then I had to go home and I just
don’t know--”
“Yuri. Calm down. T.M.I. I support you,” Yuuri said, though with a soft laugh
that told the blond that it was okay and that he really didn’t mind that much.
“I don’t think it’s a one time thing; you guys are too close of friends.”
Yuri nods, settling into the leather of the seat. “I just… I’ve liked him for
so long. I don’t want this to end our friendship. I don’t care if he doesn’t
feel the same, I’d rather have him in my life as just a friend than not at
all.” Yuuri hums in response, allowing Yuri to talk it out. “Fuck. Fuck. I
just… I want him. I want to fuck. I want to be his boyfriend. But I’m leaving
for a whole year, just when this is happening, so what the fuck am I supposed
to do? You know?”
“I think you should talk to him about it,” Yuuri suggested lightly, his eyes on
the road ahead of them. They were bright with cleverness.
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Why not? You guys are best friends, right? You talk about anything.”
“Yeah, but this  different .”
“Then wait it out. He has known you are going on exchange since you first
applied.”
“Fuck,” Yuri says finally with a sigh. He rests his head against the window.
“I’m gonna ask him if he wants to hang out soon.”
“That’s a good idea. Have things been awkward between you two?” Yuuri asks.
“Not really… they’ve been the same as usual. I think I’m overthinking.”
“You might be. I tend to do that a lot, even now, when I’m about to marry
Viktor. I think you should trust your first instinct and just do what feels
right, Yuri.” The Japanese man lets out a sigh, his face turning sad before he
smiles again. “You know, when Viktor and I first met, I never thought he’d give
me the time of day. I had so many anxiety attacks,” Yuuri laughs, although it’s
a little too dry for it to be with humor. “We… had sex… after only a couple
dates, and that was the worst of it. I thought he just wanted in my pants. But
it turned out okay, and we didn’t have a three-year friendship before that. I
think you and Otabek will be okay.”
Yuri stays quiet. He knew that Yuuri was anxiety-ridden a lot of the time, but
he’d only ever heard Viktor’s side of the story first--how much Viktor liked
this cute Japanese guy, who didn’t know what to do, who was entirely
captivating to anyone who laid eyes on him. Yuri hated to admit that Viktor was
right.
“Thanks,” Yuri grumbles. It means a lot, coming from the Russian. Yuuri hums
again and turns on the radio. “Aux cord?” the blond asks. Yuuri points to the
glovebox and the younger fishes it out, plugging it into the car and then into
his phone. He plays some electro-rock music, one of Otabek’s mixes that he was
feeling lately. They jam out quietly until it’s time to get out, and Yuri
decides to allow himself to have some fun for the night.
---
Yuuri and Yuri are laughing as they get back in the car, to some stupid joke
Yuri made about the movie they saw. Yuri turns on his music once they’re back
inside the car and on their way home, and he decides to turn his data on again,
his mind at ease and his body relaxed. He smiles when he sees that he has snaps
from Beka, ignoring every other notification on his phone. He opens the snap;
the first is from earlier when he left, saying, “Okay, Yura, have a good time.”
He taps to the next one and it says, “We’re hanging out tomorrow.” His face
isn’t its usual half-smile, half-indifference, but is full-blown indifference.
The vibe Yuri is getting isn’t good.
He snaps a selfie of him with his eyebrow raised. “um ok? any time in
particular that’s good for you?” he replies. Beka opens it conspicuously fast.
“As soon as possible.”
Yuri is starting to feel himself heat up. “Otabek wants to hang out tomorrow,”
he says to Yuuri, who hasn’t said much.
“Oh?”
Yuri doesn’t reply, knowing that he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to. He
focuses on replying to Otabek.
ok…. are you alright?
Just fine.
beka, we both know that’s not true. you know you can tell me anything.
The reply this time takes longer than Yuri likes.
I just didn’t think you were the kind to kiss and tell, Yuri.
Well fuck. Yuri’s heart sinks and his fingers are moving faster than he can
think across the keyboard. He is no longer sending selfies, just pictures of
the darkness.
beka, i didn’t mean to i swear to god. i’m so sorry.
Yeah, me too.
Now  that  stings. Of everything Yuri thought Otabek would feel, he didn’t
think it would be regret. Yuri had loved every second of that night; he thought
Otabek had too.
otabek, im sorry okay? i didn’t mean for it to hurt you.
I trusted you Yuri. I thought the other night was awesome. Now I just wish it
didn’t happen.
fuck otabek im sorry
>>i don’t even know what to do right now im sorry it was an accident, i hate
myself fuck fuck fuck im so sorry beka
Me too. I just know it won’t happen again.
Yuri is willing himself not to cry, but he’s finding it incredibly hard. Before
he knows it, Yuuri is pulling into his driveway and he gives Yuri a big grin.
“Goodnight, Yuri. I had a lot of fun today. We should do it again.”
“Yeah, we should, Katsudon,” Yuri says, with no bite. “Goodnight, thank you for
taking me.”
“Anytime. Call if you need anything, okay?”
“I will.” Yuri closes the passenger door and makes his way inside, feeds his
cat, and goes straight to bed. He strips, crawls under the covers, and cries.
He doesn’t know what to do, and it hurt too much to tell Yuuri. There was no
Otabek, either. He had ruined their friendship because of the fucking
accidental text message. He knew it would bite him in the ass, fucking J.J.
He pulls out his phone again, blasting his favorite angsty music, and texts
J.J. “ Who the fuck did you tell, asshole? That was none of your fucking
business. ” It’s late, and Yuri doesn’t expect a reply, but he just needs to
let out his anger and sadness. However, his phone dings, and Yuri wipes his
tears away in order to view it clearly.
“ Tell who what? ”
“ You fucking know what. ”
“ I just told Leo. Chill. ”
“ Well thanks, now Otabek hates me. Sweet. Bye. ” Yuri was too angry to talk to
him any longer, but now Yuri has a legitimate reason to hate J.J. Knowing how
fast they all liked to gossip, he could only imagine who knew at this point.
Leo probably told Guang Hong, who probably told Phichit, who probably told…
fuck, Yuri doesn’t even know. It had gotten back to Otabek already in the
matter of barely two days. He pointedly ignores his phone dinging and sniffles
when Potya jumps up onto his bed with him. He pets her and falls asleep soon
after, his heart heavy and eyes wet.
***** crawling back to you *****
Chapter Notes
     ok so this is the last chapter of this piece! please notice the
     rating change and the added tags... aha... this chapter is very
     explicit, so be warned.
     there will definitely be another piece in the series, though i'm not
     sure how many chapters it will be/when it'll come out. i'm still
     thinking about how i want to continue on with this--either continue
     with it being my summer put into words or change it up so it ends
     well lmao. let me know if you have any suggestions!
     also! sorry it came out later than expected. i'm currently on foreign
     exchange in japan for the year, and i've been busy so i've had few
     chances to write without being exhausted. i hope you enjoy this
     chapter!
Yuri Plisetsky feels like 100% trash the next morning. He wakes up, his eyes
red-rimmed and a little crusty from falling asleep without wiping his teary
face first.
The first thing he does is check his phone, although he doesn’t really want to.
He opens Snapchat to find Otabek’s usual blue or red arrow is now a grey block.
What the fuck.  Otabek actually deleted or blocked him. He doesn’t know which
one it is, but personally he doesn’t care anymore. Yuri was more pissed at the
fact that their 321-day streak was now  gone .
Yuri doesn’t know when he started crying again, but there are tears landing on
his leopard-print comforter, and Potya is rubbing her face against his bicep,
purring loudly. Yuri takes a picture of Potya, captions it “text me if you need
me,” and sends it to his best friends on Snapchat, including Yuuri, Viktor,
Mila, and Georgi. Honestly,  fuck  the rest of his streaks. He exits the app,
deletes it , and gets out of bed, very angrily.
Fuck this, fuck that,  is all Yuri can think this morning, as he angrily
showers, scrubbing his skin and aggressively washing his hair. He feels god-
awful, and he can’t help but feel a hatred for himself for fucking  everything
up. Did Otabek really expect him to not tell anyone? It wasn’t like he  meant
to tell J.J.! They both knew they had a dislike for the guy, that now became a
burning hatred. He’d only meant to tell Yuuri, because how was he supposed to
deal with sucking his best friends dick alone?
He doesn’t know how long his shower is, but he is still seething as he steps
out of the shower and dries off, his music blasting louder than usual. He
towels off, wraps a towel around his wet hair, and gets dressed. He decides to
blow dry his hair today, because he knows how long the day is going to go by.
He was right, about the day going by slower than usual. He feels like shit all
day long, too, despite doing an extra-long workout that morning and going to
ballet practice.
Ballet does make him feel a little better, however, glad to have the
distraction of rising to a challenge and making his usual snide remarks back to
other classmates. Lilia, his coach, never goes easy on him, and it’s something
he particularly appreciates that day. When he leaves, it’s only half past two
in the afternoon, and Yuri dreads going home to have nothing to do, except
wallow in his own thoughts. He thinks he’ll probably clean the house again.
He showers again, sweaty, damp, and gross from exercising, and Yuri follows the
same routine from that morning: toweling off, getting dressed, and blow-drying
his hair. He even takes the time to braid two strands in the front and pin them
back to meet in the middle. Yuri heads back to his room and flops down on the
bed, his phone staring up at him from the nightstand. He glares at it as if he
could coax out the answer to all of his problems just by staring at it. He
debates whether or not he should download Snapchat again and just  check  and
delete it again. He decides that that’s what he’ll do.
Yuri isn’t surprised when his phone floods with notifications immediately after
logging back in. He skims the unopened snaps and his heart stutters when he
sees that Otabek added him again, and fucking snapped him an hour ago.  Fuck.
Does he really have the audacity?
He feels guilty for thinking that, but he thinks he has the right to be angry
at Otabek, too, for being immature about handling this issue. However, Yuri
fucked up the worst, so he doesn’t think much more of it. He opens everyone
else’s snaps, most of them just saying “okay” or “whats wrong?”. He doesn’t
answer them, instead opening Otabek’s, a lump in his throat.
“Hey. I’m sorry for acting like an asshole,” it reads and Yuri’s heart floods
with relief. He taps the snap, to see another one. “I was just angry and acted
on it and I shouldn’t have.” They are both over pictures of Otabek’s dark room.
Yuri is in a rush to reply.
“no, its ok. i’m sorry otabek. i didn’t mean to hurt you, i promise. i’m
sorry.” Yuri doesn’t know what else he can say except for sorry. Yuri feels
anxiety rising in his chest and throat as he plays loud music, waiting for
Otabek to reply, or even open his snap.  What would Yuuri do? Wait. He would
probably be having an anxiety attack. Keep yourself together, Plisetsky.
Ten long, agonizing minutes pass and Yuri finally gets a reply. He opens it
with haste, and  of fucking course .
“Do you want to hang out?”
Yuri reads the message at least a dozen times before he taps it away and
replies, “sure… what time?”
“Whenever.”
The response is fast and Yuri is freaking out. He changes from his sweatpants
and hoodie into a pair of leggings and a loose tank top. He wants to feel good
appearance-wise because he was already feeling anxious and fucked on the
inside. Plus, Yuri has a feeling that Otabek might go back on him saying that
“it” wouldn’t happen again.
“15 mins ok?” he sends to Otabek, heading to the bathroom to put on a smidge of
makeup. A little lip balm, a little mascara. He figures it’s normal enough for
it to seem like he isn’t trying too hard, when in reality, he is. He wants to
be good enough for Otabek. And, just like that night together, he wants to make
Otabek want him. Yuri stops his thoughts there before he gets a boner before he
has to leave and ride a bike.
He heads downstairs to his grandpa’s office and steps inside. “Dedulya, I’m
heading out to Otabek’s, I might be back late,” he chimes, starting to head
back out when his grandpa grunts in affirmation that it was fine. He hurries
out of the house but takes his time pedaling to Otabek’s house, wanting some
time to collect himself before their night began. He doesn’t know what they’ll
be doing--they’ll probably watch a movie, like usual. Will things be awkward?
Probably. Yuri doesn’t want them to be, but it’s too late now. Yuri appreciates
the quiet of the night as he rides down the street, only a five-minute bike
ride to Otabek’s house.
Yuri remembers when he first met Otabek. They crossed paths at school a few
times, and Otabek had always nodded in acknowledgement. However, Otabek had
arrived just in time to save Yuri from a flock of girls trying to confess to
him. They had gone for a ride on Otabek’s motorcycle, and from there, Otabek
had told him he’d moved back and forth from Kazakhstan due to his father’s
work. Since then, his dad had a permanent job in Russia. He told Yuri that they
had taken ballet together at one point, and that he had always remembered
Yuri’s eyes-- they were “the eyes of a soldier”. Yuri thinks that that’s when
he started feeling  things  for Otabek.
Yuri tries to stop the smile from forming on his face, but it’s hard to do when
he thinks about Otabek and the memories they’ve made together in their three
years of friendship. He bites his lip as he pulls up to Otabek’s house, and
snaps him that he has arrived as warning. He goes inside without knocking, as
per usual, and heads to Otabek’s room, his nerves starting to come back. He
hopes he doesn’t run into Otabek’s sister or parents on the way up.
Yuri lets out a sigh of relief when he arrives at Otabek’s bedroom door,
rapping lightly with his knuckles. “Come in,” he hears, Otabek’s voice sounding
gruff and really fucking attractive.
Keep it together, Plisetsky,  he has to remind himself, again.
He enters the dark room quietly, anxiety eating away at his insides as he toes
his shoes off. “Hey,” he decides to say, with Otabek focused on his laptop, an
earbud in, and one out. He’s shirtless, and Yuri is trying not to stare at his
perfect body. Good thing the room is only lit by the T.V. screen and Otabek’s
laptop.
“Hey,” Otabek says in reply, looking up at him. Yuri feels like combusting.
Yuri sits on the edge of the bed tentatively, unsure of how to act due to the
last interactions, both in person and over the phone, they had. “I’m sorry,”
Yuri blurts out, looking down at his lap. He can feel Otabek’s eyes on his
back.
He hears Otabek’s laptop shut and get set on the ground, and then Otabek is
sitting next to him. “It’s okay. I overreacted and I’m sorry, too.”
“It’s just-- I didn’t mean to hurt me. And I didn’t think you would expect me
to deal with what happened all by myself. And why the fuck would I tell J.J.,
of all people? I meant to send it to Yuuri. I trust him, you know.” Yuri is
feeling vulnerable, spilling his thoughts to Otabek, even though he has done it
many times before.
“I know, Yuri. I just… I like my life to be private, and I felt like… like it
was something to be kept all to myself. I don’t know. I don’t want to lose you,
Yura.”
“I shouldn’t have told anyone in the first place without asking, so I’m sorry,
again.”
They sit together in silence, before Yuri speaks again. “I’m still pissed you
lost our streak, though.”
Otabek’s lips upturn slightly, but his face returns to its usual, indifferent
expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been so immature.”
They sit in silence again. This time, Otabek is the first to break it. “Do you
want to watch a movie?”
“Sure,” Yuri says, his voice soft as he crawls into Otabek’s bed, snuggling
into the comforter. He watches Otabek’s strong body, still shirtless, his
bottom half only in a pair of basketball shorts, as he sets up Netflix on his
T.V. Yuri sees a movie he wants to watch and Otabek agrees, setting the
controller down by the bed before sliding in the covers behind Yuri. Yuri
thinks about what this position led to last time. Yuri tries to tell himself
that he doesn’t want it to lead there again, but he knows that he’s lying to
himself.
Otabek and Yuri stay quiet as they watch the movie, only talking to make
comments on it, and at one point, Otabek slips his arm under Yuri’s head for
him to lay on it. Yuri feels warm all over, and he bites his lip hard when
Otabek starts to play with his hair. Yuri closes his eyes, his attention no
longer on the movie, which is almost over. Yuri hums contentedly, rolling over
in Otabek’s arms to nuzzle into his bare chest.
Once again, Yuri loses his shame and he figures that if he’s going to try
anything, he might as well do it whole-heartedly. Plus, it’s hard to ignore
Otabek’s half-hard dick pressing against his thigh.
Yuri and Otabek share a look, and before Yuri can stop himself or his best
friend, they’re kissing. Again. Yuri is trying really hard to keep it together.
Yuri brings a hand up to hold Otabek’s jaw as they kiss, his thumb stroking
circles into his smooth, freshly-shaved skin, as Otabek’s own finds itself on
his hip. Yuri presses closer to Otabek, their legs intertwining underneath the
blankets. It’s chilly in Otabek’s room, he realizes, as he feels his cold feet
press to Otabek’s warm calves. Otabek smiles slightly against Yuri’s lips, and
then Yuri feels his own tongue pressing against Otabek’s. It’s a different
sensation from anything Yuri has felt before. It’s hot, though, and Otabek
seems to be enjoying it thoroughly.
Yuri basks in the feeling of their lips moving in sync, their tongues dancing
between them as Otabek wraps his arm fully around Yuri’s waist, turning them so
Otabek is lying on his back with Yuri on top of him. It’s the same position
they made out in as last time.
They kiss and kiss for what seems like hours, their languidness increasing, but
the passion increasing just the same. Otabek’s hands are under Yuri’s shirt, on
his back, his fingertips grazing his skin lightly. Yuri has a hand on Otabek’s
chest, the other still cupping Otabek’s jaw, occasionally raking through
Otabek’s undercut.
They finally break the kiss when Otabek tugs on Yuri’s shirt, and Yuri allows
Otabek to pull it over his head. They resume it and suddenly Otabek is rolling
his body into Yuri’s, their hips meeting with a friction that has Yuri’s head
spinning. “Fuck,” he mumbles, pulling back again to sit up. He frames Otabek’s
hips with his knees, hands roaming over Otabek’s already bare chest. He lets
his fingers trail through Otabek’s dark happy trail, and he comes to a stop at
Otabek’s waistband. Yuri keeps replaying their last hangout in his mind. He
wants to do it again, but he wants more all at once.
Otabek lifts his hips and Yuri helps him remove his shorts. They go in for
another kiss, hips rolling harshly against one another. Yuri’s heart is
thumping and he can feel the blush that is already spread across his chest,
neck, and face. It’s both from slight embarrassment, but mostly arousal. Otabek
tugs at Yuri’s leggings’ waistband, and Yuri nods, lifting all of his weight to
his knees so they can remove the tight pants together.
Their clothes are thrown somewhere on the floor, and now both of them are down
to their underwear, Yuri looking down at Otabek from where he’s sitting low on
his hips. Otabek’s eyes are raking him up and down. “You’re beautiful,” he
says, his voice low, and Yuri shudders.
“Doubt it,” the blond dismisses, leaning down and placing his hands on either
side of Otabek’s head. They meet in a steaming kiss and before Yuri can react,
Otabek has them flipped over. Yuri instinctively wraps his legs around Otabek’s
waist, ankles hooking together. Yuri groans into the Kazakh’s mouth as he
grinds down. It goes on for a while, Yuri’s body aching with want and need and
pleasure, and the younger can tell Otabek feels the same.
Soon, Yuri pulls on Otabek’s boxers weakly, and Otabek shucks them off with
little effort. It’s Yuri’s turn--and then they’re both naked, grinding their
hard cocks against each other with no shame from either of them. Yuri can’t
help but whimper, but Otabek’s mouth catches them all.
Otabek sits back on his calves a few minutes later, and stares down at Yuri,
both of them kissed-out. “Do you want to fuck?” Otabek asks, straight to the
point, as always. Yuri is baffled, and all he can get out is a meek, “Sure.”
Otabek stands from the bed and goes over to the shelf on the opposite wall,
reaching up behind books to grab what looks like a bottle of lube and a condom,
from Yuri’s perspective. Turns out he was right.
Otabek sits back down on the edge of the bed and Yuri is lying there, panting,
legs open for Otabek. It’s quite embarrassing, but honestly, he doesn’t care.
He wants this,  Otabek , more than anything at the moment. “Are you sure,
Yuri?” Otabek asks. Yuri nods enthusiastically and Otabek grunts.
 He watches as Otabek pops the cap open, coating his index finger generously.
Otabek settles himself in between Yuri’s bent legs, and Yuri jerks slightly at
the feeling of a finger that isn’t his rubbing around his hole. Yuri is glad he
showered twice today.
Yuri’s breath hitches when Otabek warns him and then pushes his finger in him,
slowly, working the tense muscle until it’s relaxed around the elder’s finger.
“You’re so good,” Otabek hums when it takes barely time at all to start to warm
Yuri up. Yuri covers his mouth with the back of his hand and smiles into it.
His cock is throbbing as Otabek slowly starts to push in his middle finger.
Yuri can feel some of the lube sliding from Otabek’s finger down onto the
sheets beneath them.
“Fuck,” Yuri groans, unable to contain himself when Otabek starts to really
move the two digits. “Fuck, Beka.”
Otabek smirks slightly and sets a medium pace, his free hand rubbing up and
down the outside of Yuri’s thigh. “You’re so beautiful, Yuri, all for me,” he
murmurs, his pace speeding up slightly. Yuri’s back arches up off the bed and
Otabek stops suddenly, making Yuri whine with lust. It feels so fucking good,
especially when it’s not him that is fingering himself.
“Patience, Yura,” Otabek teases, coating a third finger with lube and pushing
it into Yuri’s tight hole.
Otabek isn’t even a full two minutes into prepping him with three fingers
before Yuri moans, “Fuck, fuck me already.” Yuri hears Otabek hum in
contemplation. “ Please, ” Yuri begs, and Otabek can’t resist.
Otabek pulls his fingers out and tears the condom wrapper open, quickly working
it over his hard cock. The Kazakh applies extra lube to minimize Yuri’s
discomfort before he lines up with Yuri, who is flushed from chest to head.
Yuri returns his legs around Otabek’s waist, and Yuri holds his breath in
anticipation of Otabek’s cock. He’s thick, and a good length. Above average,
Yuri would say.
And then Otabek is entering Yuri’s tight ass, slowly, but there’s still the
initial discomfort of being penetrated. Yuri has never used anything more than
four of his dainty fingers, but the pain of the stretch is an odd turn-on for
Yuri. Plus, it helps that Otabek prepped him and used an excessive amount of
lube to begin with.
Otabek slow until he bottoms out against Yuri, and they’re both already
panting. “Fuck,” Otabek curses, hands on either side of Yuri’s head. “You feel
so good,” he mutters, close to Yuri’s ear. It makes the blond shiver. Yuri and
Otabek allow a couple of minutes for them to get used to the sensation, and it
helps so they don’t immediately orgasm when Otabek starts to finally move.
He begins slowly, Yuri clutching at Otabek’s shoulders and back. Soon, Yuri
whispers, impatiently, “Harder, please,” and Otabek is eager to give Yuri what
he wants. Yuri moans loudly, but quickly bites it back, embarrassed at his own
voice. Plus, there were other people in the house and he definitely didn’t want
them to hear.
Otabek leans down and kisses Yuri roughly, his pace picking up, and they’re
both breathing heavily into each other, and Yuri is gripping Otabek so hard, he
feels like he should apologize, but the thought leaves his mind as soon as
Otabek’s cock nudges against his prostate. The sensation is familiar, but
amplified by the fact that this is Otabek’s dick, thick and insistent against
that sweet spot.
“Fuck! Beka!” Yuri cries out, chest arching flush into Otabek’s.  Well, there
goes trying to be quiet.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, “don’t fucking stop,
fucking right  there! ”
Apparently the encouragement is well reciprocated by Otabek, as he has a hand
wrapped around Yuri’s back, the other firmly pressed against the mattress as he
fucks into Yuri roughly. Yuri only moans louder when Otabek is moaning softly
into his ear. His voice is deep even when soft, dripping with pleasure that
Yuri  is giving him. That thought makes Yuri grin, his face pressed into
Otabek’s neck.
“Fuck, Beka, I’m gonna come,” Yuri warns, breath coming fast as Otabek
relentlessly thrusts. They’re both groaning, and Yuri is almost spasming as he
comes--his toes are curled and his chest is heaving as he grips Otabek’s
shoulder blades, eyes rolled back. Otabek is grunting as he fucks Yuri through
his own orgasm, face twisted slightly and his bottom lip is caught by his
teeth. Yuri knows he’s holding back his voice, and he wishes he wouldn’t.
However, he’s too blissed out to care at that moment, and Otabek is lying on
top of him, sweaty and heavy.
They lie together in silence, the movie in its closing credits being the only
noise besides their panting. Otabek soon pushes himself off of Yuri to fetch a
towel and throw away the used condom, and he cleans them both up quietly.
“Tired?” Otabek asks teasingly, lying back down next to Yuri.
“Yeah, even though you did all the work,” Yuri laughs, finally moving so he can
cuddle into Otabek. He hears a soft chuckle come from the man. He doesn’t want
to bring up anything serious, but he knows he’ll have to, sooner or later. He
decides for sooner, to get it over with. “Hey, just a suggestion for next time;
feel free to pull my hair. Or choke me. Or spank me. I’d enjoy any of those
things. And you don’t have to be easy on me.” Yuri was hardly embarrassed to
make the suggestions, since he and Beka had already brought up some of their
kinks in friendly discussion long before any of this. They knew almost
everything about each other. Yuri moves to the edge of the bed quickly to fetch
the bottled water Otabek keeps there and takes a drink. He hands it to the
Kazakh who also takes a drink. They’re both thirsty from the fucking.
Otabek hums in contemplation and when Yuri lies back down in Otabek’s arms, he
seems all too willing to bring Yuri closer as they cuddle. “I was thinking
about it but I didn’t want to do anything too extreme for the first time.
Though I definitely will take you up on at least one of those offers next
time.” Yuri smiles as if he had won something.
Otabek puts on a movie that they don’t really bother to watch, instead giving
all of his attention to Yuri’s hair. It’s sexed out, his braids are coming
undone, and Otabek runs his fingers through it, gently combing through the
tangles and knots. Yuri’s eyes flutter shut as he burrows closer to his best
friend. They relax in quiet, but both of their minds are reeling.
It stays that way for a while until Yuri can’t handle the silence anymore. He
thinks this is the best time to bring up what he needs to. It’s a little less
important than what’s  really  eating him, but knowing for sure will help ease
his mind.
“Beka?” he chimes softly, head on Otabek’s firm, bare chest.
“Hm?”
“I thought you were interested in that chick you met at one your gigs. Lana?
What happened to that?” Yuri remembers hearing about how cute she was from
Otabek, and at that time, it had made him jealous. It wasn’t even that long
ago, only a month or so. Still, he didn’t want to fuck anything up further than
he already had.
“She only liked talking to me when she needed something,” Otabek says, hands
still combing through Yuri’s hair, slowly. “We don’t talk anymore. Plus, I’ve
always thought you were the cutest.” He shrugs casually, as if this was
obvious.
The confession makes Yuri gawk and his cheeks turn pink. “You’re lying.”
“I’m really not,” Otabek laughs. His laugh is so rich, Yuri always loved
drawing it out of the man.
“Whatever you say; I still don’t believe you.”
Otabek chuckles and kisses Yuri softly, and it easily puts the easygoing mood
back into a passionate one. Yuri is glad he got that conversation out of the
way, though; it had been worrying him that Otabek was just using him. He felt
relieved to know that he wasn’t and that Otabek wanted this; wanted him.
They made out slowly, Yuri smiling when Otabek pulled the blond on top of him
again. Yuri wasn’t sure of the time now, but he honestly couldn’t care less. He
was having too much fun, revelling in Otabek’s touch and his lips. He couldn’t
get enough.
Yuri smirked when he felt Otabek’s growing erection press against his thigh.
“Round two?” Yuri teased, gently rubbing his thigh against the Kazakh’s dick.
Otabek grunts and bites on Yuri’s bottom lip, earning himself a soft moan of
encouragement. Otabek sits up, leaving Yuri sitting in his lap, straddling him.
Their kissing is heated now,  again,  and the grinding is a constant back-and-
forth rocking of their hips, both boys clearly wanting more from each other.
Yuri feels his own cock twitching as Otabek’s tongue presses into his mouth,
and Yuri doesn’t care when it’s swiping over his teeth and the roof of his
mouth. It’s fucking sexy right now.
Yuri can barely take anymore when Otabek thrusts his hips up roughly into
Yuri’s. “Just fuck me already,” the blond practically demands, and Otabek
smirks. The elder quickly brings himself to his knees, Yuri falling out of his
lap and onto his back.
“Hands and knees,” Otabek says simply, reaching for the lube. “Yuri, are you
clean?” he asks quickly, his voice thick with lust.
Yuri nods. “I was tested last month,” he clarifies, following Beka’s
instructions to get on his hands and knees. Out of the two of them, Otabek was
the virgin before tonight. Yuri had only had one other sexual partner, and it
only lasted a few months. (As it turned out, Yuri figured out that all of his
attraction was to Otabek.)
“I’m foregoing the condom,” Otabek says, slicking up his cock and his fingers
simultaneously. Yuri doesn’t protest and he moans when Otabek starts to prep
him again, starting with two fingers. He’s still loose from the first round a
mere hour earlier, and Otabek is rougher with him this time around. Yuri is
living for it. He rocks his hips back onto Otabek’s digits, moaning when he
feels a third enter him. Yuri squeaks when Otabek brushes against his prostate.
“Just fuck me already,” Yuri whines, wiggling his ass. Otabek smirks.
“Fine.” Yuri feels Otabek’s fingers leave him and Yuri is breathing heavily in
anticipation. He throws his head back when the tip of Otabek’s cock pushes past
the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck!” Yuri hisses, pleasure already coursing through him again. Otabek was
new to this, but he knew what the fuck he was doing and it made Yuri crazy.
Otabek teases Yuri as he moves as slow as possible as he pushes all the way
into Yuri, grabbing a fistful of the blond strands when the young man starts to
fuck himself on Otabek.
“I don’t think so,” Otabek growls, leaning close to Yuri’s ear. He hears Yuri
moan.
Fuck, Beka, you’re so fucking sexy when you do that.
“Fuck me, then,” Yuri complains, having a love-hate relationship with teasing.
“Please,” Yuri begs when Otabek doesn’t move, only fisting his hair tighter.
Yuri cries out when Otabek’s first thrust is hard, the slapping sound of
Otabek’s hips to Yuri’s ass noticeable. “Fuck, Beka, yes, fuck,” is all Yuri
can think about saying.
Otabek groans, his voice becoming a little more unrestrained each time he lets
it out. “Yeah, you fucking like that?” he purrs, giving another hard thrust
into the skinny boy on all fours.
“Fuck yes!” Yuri crows, pushing his hips back against Beka’s as his hair is
pulled. The pace picks up and Yuri shivers at the sound of Otabek’s moan. He’s
too sexy for his own good, his voice reverberating down Yuri’s spine. It goes
straight to his already-throbbing cock.
Yuri’s back curves further as Otabek starts to pound ruthlessly into the
younger man. He doesn’t know how long it’s been anymore, it feels so good, and
Yuri is choking on his moans, his cheek pressed into the mattress, even as
Otabek pulls his blond locks. Yuri is cussing up a storm as his prostate is
repeatedly hammered. “Fuck, Beka, fuck yes,” he cries, tears of intense
pleasure rolling down his face. “Keep going,” he begs, when Otabek starts to
slow to check if Yuri is really okay.
He trusts Yuri to tell him, though, and resumes his harsh pace and roughness.
“Fuck, you look so pretty, taking my cock like a bitch in heat,” Otabek says in
the moment, but he’s pleased to find that Yuri clenches around his dick and
whimpers. The Kazakh moves his free hand from the small of Yuri’s back to his
hip, pulling the blond back on his cock as he fucks into him.
“Fuck! Beka, I’m fucking coming, fuck, holy fuck!” Yuri cries out and Otabek
grunts and moans in time with Yuri as they come together for the second time
that night. Otabek is panting, his chest shining with sweat as he lets himself
soften inside of Yuri.
Yuri’s body is shaking sporadically with the aftershock of orgasm and Otabek is
slightly concerned. Yuri pants, “I’m fine. Just… that was amazing. You’re
really fucking good at this.”
Otabek laughs softly and thanks Yuri, slowly sliding out of him, trying not to
make a mess. He can’t help but find that the view he has is undeniably erotic;
Yuri’s face in the mattress, his ass up, filled with his cum that is starting
to dribble out of him. Otabek has to look away before he gets another hard on.
Yuri collapses onto his stomach, letting Otabek clean him up again. They lie
together for a while, Yuri scratching Otabek’s chest and stomach lightly while
his best friend plays with his hair again. He claims he has to fix it since
he’s the one who messed it up. Yuri doesn’t know how much time has passed when
his stomach growls loudly.
He’s famished, and it’s probably really late, but he doesn’t want to go home
yet, nor does he want to leave the bed. “Beka,” Yuri groans. “I’m hungry. Feed
me.”
Otabek laughs as he gets up and pulls on a pair of sweatpants. “You’re needy
tonight.”
“That’s what happens when you fuck me twice in a night.”
“Fine, fine, I think there’s leftover pizza if my sister didn’t eat it all,”
Otabek says. “You have to get dressed though.”
“Deal.” Yuri gets out of bed, albeit a little reluctantly, and digs through
Otabek’s clothes to pull on a pair of really loose sweats, as he’s not in the
mood to try and get his jellified legs back into tight leggings. He pulls on
his own shirt, though, and follows Beka down to the kitchen.
The house is dark and quiet, filled with sleeping residents. Yuri feels his
face flush in embarrassment. The whole house probably heard them. Otabek
doesn’t seem to care.
Otabek switches on the kitchen light and opens the fridge, grinning when he
pulls out a box of leftover pizza. “Score.”
“Thank God, I’m famished,” Yuri groans, digging into the box eagerly. They
stand around the counter, eating pizza in the dim light. Yuri glances at the
clock and has to do a double-take. 3:43 A.M.
Fuck, Dedulya is going to be pissed. Oh well. I’m already here this late, might
as well stay as long as I can.
They talk quietly for a little bit and Yuri catches sight of a box of donuts
sitting behind Otabek. “Beka, donuts,” he snaps, smirking when Otabek pulls
them around. He opens the box and Yuri takes two glazed rings, despite having
had already eaten two slices of pizza. Beka takes two as well. They eat
together in silence and Yuri watches in disgust as Beka pulls out the half-
gallon of milk from the fridge and drinks straight from it.
“You’re disgusting,” Yuri says, both seriously and joking.
“Who the fuck eats donuts without milk?” Otabek retorts. Yuri glares and puts
his plate in the sink.
“At least use a glass, you nasty.”
“Waste of water.” Otabek puts the last two pieces of pizza back in the fridge
along with the milk and Yuri thinks that he could get used to this.
They head back upstairs, where Yuri quickly undresses and delves into the bed,
sheets and comforter strewn everywhere from the careless fucking.
Otabek laughs and gets back into bed with him, turning on the lamp next to his
bed, since the T.V. timed out from inactivity.
Yuri cuddles close to his best friend, sighing happily when he is met with
light rubbing. It’s comforting and Yuri is exhausted, but he doesn’t want to
sleep. He wants to spend as much time with Otabek as he can.
They talk for a while, and they make out lazily in between topics. Yuri’s eyes
widen when he realizes that Otabek is hard,  again . “Jesus, Beka, you’re
insatiable.”
“I didn’t work out today,” he says, as if that explained it all.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Normally, I work out and it tires me out so  this  doesn’t happen,” Otabek
clarifies. “So not working out, plus making out with you is a bad combination.
I could go all day.” He’s smirking and Yuri is  quaking.  Otabek is so sexy.
“I bet you could. We’ve already practically made it through the night.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Maybe,” Yuri smirks.
“You’re on,” Otabek laughs, pulling Yuri close and kissing him while smiling.
Yuri is laughing against his lips, sitting in Otabek’s lap.
“Can I ride you?” Yuri asks against his lips. Otabek nods, and they’re both
already half hard. Yuri pulls back and situates himself in between Otabek’s
legs first, wanting to feel his cock in his mouth again.
Yuri helps Beka remove his sweatpants and licks his lips all the while staring
Otabek straight in the eyes. Otabek laced his fingers in Yuri’s hair, keeping
it out of his eyes, now that his braids were completely gone from the night’s
escapades.
Yuri is experimental again, tracing a vein with the tip of his tongue on the
underside of Otabek’s cock. He can feel the man under him shiver, and it’s
encouraging as he slips the head into his mouth. The weight of his dick is
heavy on his tongue, and Yuri likes it. He keeps a hand wrapped delicately
around the base, the other finding the toned muscle of his thigh.
Otabek moans softly and is actively trying not to fuck Yuri’s mouth. Yuri is
humming around his cockhead, tongue swirling around it, and Otabek is fucking
loving it. “Fuck, Yuri, you’re good with your mouth.”
Yuri smirks and pulls away to say, “I know,” and quickly resumes. He takes his
time, wanting to show Otabek how good he could be.
He takes more of Otabek’s cock, sucking and tonguing at it. He pulls away to
dip his head down, licking softly at his sac. It makes Otabek’s breath hitch
and Yuri is eager to explore. “Fuck, Yuri,” he hears, but he keeps going,
pressing his tongue flat and dragging it all over. Otabek’s hips lift slightly.
Yuri returns to sucking his cock, taking him as deep as he could, which is over
half, and sucks harshly. “Let me fuck you,” Otabek breaths out, his voice gruff
and just how Yuri loves it. He pulls away and grabs the lube quickly, spreading
the cold gel over his own fingers. Otabek can’t keep his away from him as Yuri
fucks himself open with his fingers. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Yuri flashes his best friend a grin and pulls his fingers out of himself when
he thinks himself ready. He coats Otabek’s cock in lube, laughing softly when
the cold gel makes the tan man jump.
Yuri straddles his waist and lines himself up easily, slowly dropping his body
so he can sheath Otabek’s cock in his ass. He moans loudly as he lowers himself
all the way. The discomfort lasts only a minute before Yuri is aching to get
some movement going. Otabek is biting his lip, his head against the wall behind
him. Yuri starts to bounce up and down and it has Otabek practically begging
for more. Yuri can get used to this.
“You like that, Beka?” he moans into his ear, riding his cock with confidence.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” Beka groans. Yuri moans into Beka’s ear before licking a
line down his jaw, making the elder thrust his hips up into Yuri. It has the
blond crying out again. Otabek settles his hands on Yuri’s ass, groping as the
pleasure builds as a heat in the pit of his stomach.
Yuri doesn’t expect it when Otabek quickly switches their position so Yuri is
lying on his back with Otabek on top of him. Yuri doesn’t complain, however,
when Otabek starts fucking into him roughly. They’re moaning together for who
knows how long and Yuri grins when a hand wraps around his throat, if only for
a brief moment. It’s enough to make Yuri shiver with a lust he had never
experienced.
Yuri has his first ever dry orgasm that night, and though it’s a different
sensation, it’s just as intense., if not more. Yuri’s eyes shut tightly and his
mouth opens, though there is no sound, just a gasping for breath.
Otabek is grunting, and sweating, again, as his pace is fucking godly, and
God, where the fuck did his stamina come from?  and he’s coming inside of Yuri
once again. Yuri is shaking from the night’s events, all finally crashing on
him.
Otabek looks just the same, his body sagging with exhaustion. Otabek pulls out
and cleans them up, and they’re cuddling once more. Yuri checks his phone, and
gapes when he sees that it’s almost five in the morning.
“That was lovely,” Yuri says, his voice rough, as he rests his head on Otabek’s
chest. Otabek nods.
“Next time you should really spank me, though.”
“Next time,” Otabek repeats, as though it’s confirmation that he will. They are
quiet, but Yuri knows that he has to ask  the question  before he leaves or
falls asleep.
“Hey, Beka?” Yuri starts, his voice noticeably quieter and less bold and daring
than it had been the entire night. Otabek looks down at him, eyebrow quirked.
“Hm?”
Yuri braces himself and he sits up slightly so he’s no longer resting his head
on the firm chest. “What are we?”
Silence.
Fuck, I probably fucked up again, shit, he probably doesn’t even like me--
“Friends with benefits?”
Oh. Yuri expected something along those lines, but for some reason, it hurts
more than he likes. “Okay,” he says, though he’s not really okay with it. It’ll
have to do, though, because he loves Beka, and would rather keep him in his
life as a friend with benefits than not have him at all.
“I mean, Yuri, I just… you’re leaving soon.”
“I know.” And he did. But they’d been friends for almost three goddamn years,
and if they entered a relationship now, it’s not like anything would change…
“Okay.”
There’s a silence again, but this one is different from all the rest they had
shared that night. It’s almost unbearable.
“Beka, it’s past five. I should probably go,” Yuri grumbles, though he doesn’t
want to leave for the night. He wants to share Beka’s bed.
“Okay, Yuri.” Otabek joins the blond in standing up; Yuri gets dressed while
Otabek fixes the sheets and makes his bed. “Looks like I’ll actually have to
change the sheets,” Otabek jokes, and Yuri laughs softly. He can get over the
awkwardness that has just hit them.
Yuri grabs his phone and smiles at Beka. “I guess I’ll be going now.”
“I’ll walk you out,” Otabek says, and Yuri is remembering the other night. They
go downstairs together and at the door, Otabek envelopes Yuri into a hug that
Yuri is more than happy to return.
Yuri pulls back first and looks up at his best friend. Otabek grins lazily,
sleepiness clear in his features. Yuri can’t help but smile into the kiss they
share. It’s long and not rushed. Yuri is sad to see it end.
“Goodnight, Beka.”
“Goodnight, Yura.”
And Yuri leaves without looking back, despite how much he wants to. He leaves
with the promise of next time, and with a hope that maybe this won’t end as
badly as he first thought.
 
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