Lucky
Otabek knows without looking at the clock that it's way past the normal time he needs to be asleep. Especially since he has to catch a plane back to Almaty that following day, and could probably use as much sleep as he can to survive the inevitable jetlag.
But here, at who knows what hour, as he's looking at Yuri's sleeping face, he's crying, because he never knew he'd be this lucky.
He never thought that this blond, angry cat he'd met at Barcelona when he was only eighteen would become the most important person in his life. That Yuri Plisetsky would like him the same way Otabek did, and continued to stay by his side until now, three years later.
He never thought he'd be in Yuri's bed in Moscow, with Nikolai's piroshki coursing through his veins, with the blond boy resting on his bare chest.
He carefully lifts his arm to wipe away at his tears, but Yuri's a light sleeper, and the movement wakes him up. With lidded eyelids, he whispers, "Beka?"
Otabek hushes Yuri softly. "Go back to sleep, kitten. I'm sorry for waking you up."
"Why are you crying?" Yuri sits up anyway, taking Otabek's hand and kissing his palm.
"I'm just...so lucky."
Yuri raises an eyebrow, but then remembers that it's dark and Otabek can't see him be confused. "Lucky how?"
"I mean, you're Yuri Plisetsky. You're one of the most famous ice skaters in the world. I'm just...me," Otabek paws at his eyes when they start tearing again. "What would I be had I not met you when I did?"
"You think you're the lucky one?" Yuri splays his hand over Otabek's chest, right over his heart. "My Beshka, you could have anyone in the world, but you chose me. I'm loud, I'm angry, I'm stubborn, but for some reason you're in my bed at my house in Moscow, crying about me."
Otabek smiles, placing a large hand over Yuri's on his chest. "I haven't heard that nickname in a while, Yurka."
Yuri shurgs, returning to his previous position, pressing a kiss over his heart. "I know it makes you feel better when you're upset."
The next day, after Otabek boards his plane to return to Kazakhstan, Yuri has a notification from Instagram; a picture Otabek must have taken last night after Yuri fell back asleep, nestled against Otabek's collarbone. Otabek cropped most of his face out of the picture, but his fingers are locked into the blond hair, and there's a smile curved onto his lips.
Yuri already misses the idiot as he likes the photo.
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author's notes:
hi so my new friend destiny was like "I need to know whether he [otabek] wakes up at 3am randomly and goes 'holy shit I am so lucky to be with him [yuri]' (...) BUT BUT WHAT IF HE DOES THAT AND THEN LOOKS AT THE SMOL SLEEPING TIGER NEXT TO HIM AND JUST BREAKS DOWN (...) HAPPY TEARS"
here ya go darling i did it
in other news otabae is now otabeast bc wttm killed me
(yuri is 18, otabek is 21. this is after viktor retires officially)