Yuri hated being treated like a child. He hated the fact he was the youngest in the senior skating division which lead to him being treated as a baby. Otabek was completely different. eHe never talked down to him nor babied him. It wasn't until Otabek picked him up to help him reach for something on the shelf. For some odd reason he liked being picked up by Otabek. When Yuri had a bad day he would lean his head on Otabek's back as he was working in the kitchen until Otabek turned around to picked him. It was simply a way to comfort Yuri, in Otabek's mind. Did it still bother him the he doesn't know how OTabek feels, yes. Which bring him to the pair of them on the couch, watching some boring romance movie when Yuri curiosuty consumed him. Reaching for the remote, he turned off the movie and looked at Otabek.

"Bek, can I ask you something?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?" Otabek moved the blanket from his legs to face Yuri.

"Do you like picking me up?"

"Yes. If I didn't like it then I wouldn't do it."

"Why?"

"Why are you asking me this? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing happened. I'm just curious I guess. You never really told me if you liked picking me up or not. Can't I just ask a question?" Yuri crossed him arms.

"You can Yuri. I guess I like it because it calms you down. That and I don't get to stay with you out of season for very long so it's nice that I can hold you like that," Otabek leaned closer to Yuri's face, "Is that okat with you, kitten?"

Yuri nidded slowly as he allowed Otabek to place him in his lap.

"Is this okay?"

"I'm okay," Yuri kissed him while wrapping his arms around his neck.

Moaning softly into the kiss, Otabek slowly stood moving Yrui to rest on his hip. Pulling away Yuri cuckled softly as he wrapped his legs around his wiast, stopping himself from falling.

"Waht are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

Otabek kissed him deeply as he carried him away.