Otabek and Yuri (Dec 4)
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ax_mainOtabek comes home after taking gold at NHK and celebrates with his boy.
Otabek was flying high after the NHK Trophy competition. He was bringing back gold, and he was ready for the Grand Prix. Otabek shot Yuri a text once he hit campus to let him know he was home. He hiked up from the garage to the dorms, bag over one shoulder, phone still in his hand.
You still at the rink? Can pick you up tonight
Yes. Come get me. We need to celebrate that gold medal.
Meet you there.
Not long after that exchange, Yuri stood in the dark behind the rink, shifting his weight impatiently from foot to foot, hands buried deep in the pockets of his heavy coat. From beneath his dark hood and a fringe of blond hair, he watched. He listened, too, and broke into a grin when he heard the familiar rumble of Beka’s engine.
Otabek pulled up and parked in his usual spot. It was late enough tho avoid prying eyes. He turned the engine off and headed over to Yuri. “Hey, beautiful.”
Yuri dropped his bag and threw himself at Otabek, wrapping his legs and arms around like a little monkey.
Otabek buried his face against Yuri’s hair and hugged him tightly. He took a deep breath and then kissed his throat. “Want dinner?”
"Want you," Yuri said with a snort and a nip at Beka's ear. "But I'll take dinner."
Beka eyed the backdoor to the rink. One of these days they were going to get into so much trouble. Exercising all of his restraint, Otabek stopped from suggesting they head back to the locker room. “Dinner first. We can take something home.”
And, fuck it, he leaned Yuri back against the rough alley wall and kissed him. It started as a slow, controlled kiss. Otabek pinned him tight, expecting to be met with ferocity.
Yuri arched against the wall and kissed back sharply, tangling fingers in Beka's hair, silently demanding.
It was hard, and the season had just begun. Hard to watch Beka skate on TV, to watch him be so strong and gorgeous and perfect on the ice and not be able to do this after. To tell him, to show him how good he was. How much he meant.
The problem with kissing Yuri was once he started he didn’t want to stop. A few days without him and he wanted to kiss every inch of his skin and leave marks beneath his collar. Otabek was doomed, but in the best way.
He gave Yuri the thorough greeting he deserved. With one last soft bite he broke away from the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. “Dinner,” he repeated. “Then home. Gonna need some rest if you’re training hard this week.”
Yuri gave a little groan, but nodded, which amounted to pushing Beka's head slightly up and down a few times with his own. Before Skate America, Yuri had let himself spend that night with Beka in the hotel, then let himself be distracted, mind not on his skate. That was how JJ had beaten him, no matter how much he complained about the judging.
This time, he would do better. And show Beka how beautiful he could really be.
Otabek carried Yuri over to the bike at set him down beside it. “You know, I can probably stop lifting now that we’re dating,” he jested. “This should count toward my weekly workout.”
"Sure, ask your coach how long holding me against a wall and making out with me equals twenty reps." Yuri smirked and reached for the spare helmet--his helmet--on the back of the bike.
“On second thought...” Otabek grinned and climbed back on the bike. Once they were set to go he revved the engine. He didn’t bother asking Yuri where to head for dinner, he knew which his favorite place was for takeout by now and that’s exactly where he headed.
Yuri snuggled up close and rested his cheek against Beka's back, then wrapped his arms around his waist. He aligned the inside of his thighs with the outside of Otabek's and scooted as close as he could. Then hummed happily.
Otabek pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. The restaurant looked like a dive, but the best places often were. A big, neon sign bathed the lot in a blue glow. Before climbing down Otabek pulled his phone out and held it up. He flipped the camera on, angling to capture them in the light.
Yuri lifted himself so he could put his chin on Beka’s shoulder. He kept one arm around Beka’s middle and lifted the other to make a peace sign. “Me and my gold medal boy.” Look out world.
Otabek smiled and snapped the picture. Yuri’s support filled him with warmth. He loved that they could both be in this, and it only made them stronger. "Better keep up." He took Yuri's hand and lifted it to kiss the back of his knuckles. "You're the only one I want to stand next to."
"Slightly lower than me." Yuri smirked, but his skin pricked where Beka's lips touched it.
“If you want me on my knees we need to get home first,” Otabek said. He pocketed his keys and nudged Yuri to get down so they could go order.
Yuri slid off the bike and tugged the waistband of his track pants lower to keep anything from standing up. "Dammit, Beka..." he grumbled. That visual wasn't fair.
Otabek grinned smugly. They hadn’t done that yet, but Yuri wanted to celebrate Otabek’s win. That was pretty high on his list of rewards for excellent performance. He squeezed the back of Yuri’s neck before steering him toward the door. “Hold that thought.”
Was he serious? Was he fucking serious? Yuri's stomach was growling like crazy, but he didn't even care. He had an urge to yank Beka back on the bike and insist they go home right then. Still grumbling, he said, "They better be quick with the food."
“They always are.” Otabek went to greet the guy behind the counter, rattling off their usual before checking if Yuri wanted anything in addition. It was nice having a low-key place that knew their habits. One of the many ways this started to feel like a home instead of a layover.
"How did it feel?" Yuri asked. Beka had gotten plenty of medals in his time, but this was major. And Yuri had plenty of golds from his junior competitions, but this... yeah.
Otabek squeezed Yuri's hand. He worked carefully to form the right words. "In the moment, it felt right. Sticking the landings. I felt grounded. After the scores, I knew the focus paid off. I've wanted to bring gold home for so long. I want to be as strong as the support given to me."
"The entire nation of Kazakhstan is about to declare a holiday, I think," Yuri said with a real, earnest grin. "They blew up Instagram and twitter. It was epic."
Otabek smiled. "I will visit soon--bring this win home."
"It won't be the only medal you bring home this winter." Yuri lifted his chin, all confidence in both himself and his Beka. "You should come to Moscow, too. If you have time. Grandpa wants to make you pirozhki."
"Winter break?" Otabek suggested. "We can travel home together. I would be honored to meet your Grandfather."
Yuri nodded. "Good. He asks about you, now, when we talk."
Otabek smiled. He hesitated before admitting, "I haven't told my mother I'm seeing anyone yet. We've never really talked about those things. I spend so much time away, I never know what to tell her about my life changing."
"Yeah, that'd be weird," Yuri allowed. "I didn't mention it to Grandpa, either. He just knows we're close. I doubt he wants to know who I'm making out with."
Otabek huffed agreement. "If you want to come visit too, I should probably tell her."
“If you think so.” Yuri looked at him sideways. “Will it be a weird awkward thing?”
"Doesn't matter," Otabek said firmly. "The truth will still be there. If you want, I could say you're my friend for now... but I don't think that will last long. You might not be able to share a room with me though, not under her roof."
Yuri snorted. “If grandpa figures it out it’ll be the same in Moscow. I didn’t think of that.”
Otabek rested a hand on the small of Yuri's back. "Guess we'll play it by ear. I can spend a few nights on a couch."
"But can I spend a few nights with you on the couch and not in my bed?" Yuri snorted. "Not fucking likely."
Otabek laughed. "We live together. If we can't survive a couple of days, we'll make up for it when we get home." He fished out his wallet as he spotted the owner coming over with the bag of their food.
Yuri usually didn’t argue much when he did that, but tonight was different. He swatted at the wallet and stepped up to the counter with his own leopard print one already in hand. “Gold medalists don’t have to pay for their own food—especially not when it’s a celebration. Let me. You can find some other way to be nice to me tonight.” On his knees, hopefully...
Otabek smiled. "Alright. Thank you, Yura."
Chin high, Yuri payed and grabbed the food, then practically ran back out to the bike. "Come on! I wanna eat. And then wrap my legs around you. Also, it's cold."
“Sit close,” Otabek suggested. “I’ll keep you warm.”
***
Two hours later, Yuri was a warm, full, satisfied, semi-gelatinous pile in Beka's lap. "You were supposed to teach me how to do it." He tried to glare, but failed utterly and didn't even care. How had he lived this long without knowing that was a thing--well, no, he'd known it was a thing but not such a great thing.
"Hey, I gave you a detailed demonstration. Not my fault you couldn't concentrate." Or totally Otabek's fault he couldn't concentrate. Beka wanted to take things slowly so he didn't ruin anything, but it was hard not to want to do all the things that made Yuri claw and beg. He was so fucking beautiful. Otabek wrapped his arms around Yuri tighter and nuzzled against his hair. You'd think he'd just stepped off the ice, his adrenaline was still buzzing and sliding down.
"It is totally your fault." When Yuri asked, he hadn't expected a second and much more, uh, prolonged demonstration. Otabek was a genius. An evil, gorgeous genius.
And hey, if he wanted to celebrate his gold medal like that, Yuri had noooooo problem. He'd find out somewhere else how to do... that thing. And then surprise Beka, maybe in Barcelona. The basics were pretty obvious, after all... "I can't be mad though. Just glad your costume only shows your chest and not your shoulders." The scratch marks might be a little obscene. Not as obscene as Giacometti, but still.
“I’ve got some time to heal.” Otabek traced his fingers down Yuri’s arm. “Do you think after the season is over you can show me what you turn into? Not that I want you flaying me with sharper claws.”
Lazy and relaxing into Beka, more completely relaxed than he could ever remember being before, Yuri considered. He'd been avoiding shifting outside of actual powers practice for obvious reasons. He couldn't afford it, not during the season. But after... "Yeah, sure. You'll like it. A big cat, what's not to like?"
Otabek smiled. “I do love cats.” He kissed the side of Yuri’s neck.
"I'd probably make good furniture," Yuri considered, obviously for the first time. "Even better than now. Now I'm too small."
“My boyfriend, the really big cat.” He stroked Yuri’s hair. “You are amazing.”
"I can't believe you're saying that after what you just did for me." Yuri snorted. "I hope my legs start working right before my workout in the morning."
Otabek laughed and shifted, dragging Yuri into a little spoon position as he rolled over on the bed. “What? We can both be amazing.”
"Hmph, true, and we are.
"So you're in, for Barcelona," Yuri mused, going with Beka's manhandling easily. He arched a little to rub his ass up on Beka, but he was still too boneless to get serious about seduction just then. "And ranked high. It's going to be a good year, Beka,"
Otabek tucked his face against Yuri’s neck. “Is,” he agreed. “Starting to get ideas for a new exhibition program.”
"Yeah? What are you thinking?" Yuri hated his exhibition, actually. He should give it some thought too...
“Maybe something that goes with that shirt I’m borrowing,” he teased.
Yuri squirmed until he was face to face with Beka, grinning wickedly. “Do it. Please do it.”
With that please Otabek realized he’d really have to come up with something. “I’ll think about it. Your fans really are going to scream.”
“They’ll have to love you just like I do.” Yuri kissed him briefly, then reconsidered. “Well, maybe not JUST like I do...
“No,” Otabek agreed with a chuckle. “This is only for you”
Yuri took a little nip at his bottom lip. "Mine." He smiled, really and truly.
“Always,” Otabek murmured.
Otabek was flying high after the NHK Trophy competition. He was bringing back gold, and he was ready for the Grand Prix. Otabek shot Yuri a text once he hit campus to let him know he was home. He hiked up from the garage to the dorms, bag over one shoulder, phone still in his hand.
You still at the rink? Can pick you up tonight
Yes. Come get me. We need to celebrate that gold medal.
Meet you there.
Not long after that exchange, Yuri stood in the dark behind the rink, shifting his weight impatiently from foot to foot, hands buried deep in the pockets of his heavy coat. From beneath his dark hood and a fringe of blond hair, he watched. He listened, too, and broke into a grin when he heard the familiar rumble of Beka’s engine.
Otabek pulled up and parked in his usual spot. It was late enough tho avoid prying eyes. He turned the engine off and headed over to Yuri. “Hey, beautiful.”
Yuri dropped his bag and threw himself at Otabek, wrapping his legs and arms around like a little monkey.
Otabek buried his face against Yuri’s hair and hugged him tightly. He took a deep breath and then kissed his throat. “Want dinner?”
"Want you," Yuri said with a snort and a nip at Beka's ear. "But I'll take dinner."
Beka eyed the backdoor to the rink. One of these days they were going to get into so much trouble. Exercising all of his restraint, Otabek stopped from suggesting they head back to the locker room. “Dinner first. We can take something home.”
And, fuck it, he leaned Yuri back against the rough alley wall and kissed him. It started as a slow, controlled kiss. Otabek pinned him tight, expecting to be met with ferocity.
Yuri arched against the wall and kissed back sharply, tangling fingers in Beka's hair, silently demanding.
It was hard, and the season had just begun. Hard to watch Beka skate on TV, to watch him be so strong and gorgeous and perfect on the ice and not be able to do this after. To tell him, to show him how good he was. How much he meant.
The problem with kissing Yuri was once he started he didn’t want to stop. A few days without him and he wanted to kiss every inch of his skin and leave marks beneath his collar. Otabek was doomed, but in the best way.
He gave Yuri the thorough greeting he deserved. With one last soft bite he broke away from the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. “Dinner,” he repeated. “Then home. Gonna need some rest if you’re training hard this week.”
Yuri gave a little groan, but nodded, which amounted to pushing Beka's head slightly up and down a few times with his own. Before Skate America, Yuri had let himself spend that night with Beka in the hotel, then let himself be distracted, mind not on his skate. That was how JJ had beaten him, no matter how much he complained about the judging.
This time, he would do better. And show Beka how beautiful he could really be.
Otabek carried Yuri over to the bike at set him down beside it. “You know, I can probably stop lifting now that we’re dating,” he jested. “This should count toward my weekly workout.”
"Sure, ask your coach how long holding me against a wall and making out with me equals twenty reps." Yuri smirked and reached for the spare helmet--his helmet--on the back of the bike.
“On second thought...” Otabek grinned and climbed back on the bike. Once they were set to go he revved the engine. He didn’t bother asking Yuri where to head for dinner, he knew which his favorite place was for takeout by now and that’s exactly where he headed.
Yuri snuggled up close and rested his cheek against Beka's back, then wrapped his arms around his waist. He aligned the inside of his thighs with the outside of Otabek's and scooted as close as he could. Then hummed happily.
Otabek pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. The restaurant looked like a dive, but the best places often were. A big, neon sign bathed the lot in a blue glow. Before climbing down Otabek pulled his phone out and held it up. He flipped the camera on, angling to capture them in the light.
Yuri lifted himself so he could put his chin on Beka’s shoulder. He kept one arm around Beka’s middle and lifted the other to make a peace sign. “Me and my gold medal boy.” Look out world.
Otabek smiled and snapped the picture. Yuri’s support filled him with warmth. He loved that they could both be in this, and it only made them stronger. "Better keep up." He took Yuri's hand and lifted it to kiss the back of his knuckles. "You're the only one I want to stand next to."
"Slightly lower than me." Yuri smirked, but his skin pricked where Beka's lips touched it.
“If you want me on my knees we need to get home first,” Otabek said. He pocketed his keys and nudged Yuri to get down so they could go order.
Yuri slid off the bike and tugged the waistband of his track pants lower to keep anything from standing up. "Dammit, Beka..." he grumbled. That visual wasn't fair.
Otabek grinned smugly. They hadn’t done that yet, but Yuri wanted to celebrate Otabek’s win. That was pretty high on his list of rewards for excellent performance. He squeezed the back of Yuri’s neck before steering him toward the door. “Hold that thought.”
Was he serious? Was he fucking serious? Yuri's stomach was growling like crazy, but he didn't even care. He had an urge to yank Beka back on the bike and insist they go home right then. Still grumbling, he said, "They better be quick with the food."
“They always are.” Otabek went to greet the guy behind the counter, rattling off their usual before checking if Yuri wanted anything in addition. It was nice having a low-key place that knew their habits. One of the many ways this started to feel like a home instead of a layover.
"How did it feel?" Yuri asked. Beka had gotten plenty of medals in his time, but this was major. And Yuri had plenty of golds from his junior competitions, but this... yeah.
Otabek squeezed Yuri's hand. He worked carefully to form the right words. "In the moment, it felt right. Sticking the landings. I felt grounded. After the scores, I knew the focus paid off. I've wanted to bring gold home for so long. I want to be as strong as the support given to me."
"The entire nation of Kazakhstan is about to declare a holiday, I think," Yuri said with a real, earnest grin. "They blew up Instagram and twitter. It was epic."
Otabek smiled. "I will visit soon--bring this win home."
"It won't be the only medal you bring home this winter." Yuri lifted his chin, all confidence in both himself and his Beka. "You should come to Moscow, too. If you have time. Grandpa wants to make you pirozhki."
"Winter break?" Otabek suggested. "We can travel home together. I would be honored to meet your Grandfather."
Yuri nodded. "Good. He asks about you, now, when we talk."
Otabek smiled. He hesitated before admitting, "I haven't told my mother I'm seeing anyone yet. We've never really talked about those things. I spend so much time away, I never know what to tell her about my life changing."
"Yeah, that'd be weird," Yuri allowed. "I didn't mention it to Grandpa, either. He just knows we're close. I doubt he wants to know who I'm making out with."
Otabek huffed agreement. "If you want to come visit too, I should probably tell her."
“If you think so.” Yuri looked at him sideways. “Will it be a weird awkward thing?”
"Doesn't matter," Otabek said firmly. "The truth will still be there. If you want, I could say you're my friend for now... but I don't think that will last long. You might not be able to share a room with me though, not under her roof."
Yuri snorted. “If grandpa figures it out it’ll be the same in Moscow. I didn’t think of that.”
Otabek rested a hand on the small of Yuri's back. "Guess we'll play it by ear. I can spend a few nights on a couch."
"But can I spend a few nights with you on the couch and not in my bed?" Yuri snorted. "Not fucking likely."
Otabek laughed. "We live together. If we can't survive a couple of days, we'll make up for it when we get home." He fished out his wallet as he spotted the owner coming over with the bag of their food.
Yuri usually didn’t argue much when he did that, but tonight was different. He swatted at the wallet and stepped up to the counter with his own leopard print one already in hand. “Gold medalists don’t have to pay for their own food—especially not when it’s a celebration. Let me. You can find some other way to be nice to me tonight.” On his knees, hopefully...
Otabek smiled. "Alright. Thank you, Yura."
Chin high, Yuri payed and grabbed the food, then practically ran back out to the bike. "Come on! I wanna eat. And then wrap my legs around you. Also, it's cold."
“Sit close,” Otabek suggested. “I’ll keep you warm.”
***
Two hours later, Yuri was a warm, full, satisfied, semi-gelatinous pile in Beka's lap. "You were supposed to teach me how to do it." He tried to glare, but failed utterly and didn't even care. How had he lived this long without knowing that was a thing--well, no, he'd known it was a thing but not such a great thing.
"Hey, I gave you a detailed demonstration. Not my fault you couldn't concentrate." Or totally Otabek's fault he couldn't concentrate. Beka wanted to take things slowly so he didn't ruin anything, but it was hard not to want to do all the things that made Yuri claw and beg. He was so fucking beautiful. Otabek wrapped his arms around Yuri tighter and nuzzled against his hair. You'd think he'd just stepped off the ice, his adrenaline was still buzzing and sliding down.
"It is totally your fault." When Yuri asked, he hadn't expected a second and much more, uh, prolonged demonstration. Otabek was a genius. An evil, gorgeous genius.
And hey, if he wanted to celebrate his gold medal like that, Yuri had noooooo problem. He'd find out somewhere else how to do... that thing. And then surprise Beka, maybe in Barcelona. The basics were pretty obvious, after all... "I can't be mad though. Just glad your costume only shows your chest and not your shoulders." The scratch marks might be a little obscene. Not as obscene as Giacometti, but still.
“I’ve got some time to heal.” Otabek traced his fingers down Yuri’s arm. “Do you think after the season is over you can show me what you turn into? Not that I want you flaying me with sharper claws.”
Lazy and relaxing into Beka, more completely relaxed than he could ever remember being before, Yuri considered. He'd been avoiding shifting outside of actual powers practice for obvious reasons. He couldn't afford it, not during the season. But after... "Yeah, sure. You'll like it. A big cat, what's not to like?"
Otabek smiled. “I do love cats.” He kissed the side of Yuri’s neck.
"I'd probably make good furniture," Yuri considered, obviously for the first time. "Even better than now. Now I'm too small."
“My boyfriend, the really big cat.” He stroked Yuri’s hair. “You are amazing.”
"I can't believe you're saying that after what you just did for me." Yuri snorted. "I hope my legs start working right before my workout in the morning."
Otabek laughed and shifted, dragging Yuri into a little spoon position as he rolled over on the bed. “What? We can both be amazing.”
"Hmph, true, and we are.
"So you're in, for Barcelona," Yuri mused, going with Beka's manhandling easily. He arched a little to rub his ass up on Beka, but he was still too boneless to get serious about seduction just then. "And ranked high. It's going to be a good year, Beka,"
Otabek tucked his face against Yuri’s neck. “Is,” he agreed. “Starting to get ideas for a new exhibition program.”
"Yeah? What are you thinking?" Yuri hated his exhibition, actually. He should give it some thought too...
“Maybe something that goes with that shirt I’m borrowing,” he teased.
Yuri squirmed until he was face to face with Beka, grinning wickedly. “Do it. Please do it.”
With that please Otabek realized he’d really have to come up with something. “I’ll think about it. Your fans really are going to scream.”
“They’ll have to love you just like I do.” Yuri kissed him briefly, then reconsidered. “Well, maybe not JUST like I do...
“No,” Otabek agreed with a chuckle. “This is only for you”
Yuri took a little nip at his bottom lip. "Mine." He smiled, really and truly.
“Always,” Otabek murmured.
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