Let Me Be Beautiful For You

by shippo-doxxy

Yuri and Otabek have been friends for almost three years now. It's been one year since Yuri realized that he likes Otabek, more than a friend. Through a series of events both skaters get a chance to spend way more time together. Maybe Yura will stop being a wimp and actually tell Ota that he wants some lovin now that the opportunity is there. *Go easy this is my first fanfiction*

1. chapter 1

Today is the day.

That was the mantra Yuri Plisetsky kept repeating in his little blond head as he unlaced his skates. His knife shoes gleamed back at him, reflecting his anxious face unapologetically.

Through a series of other's misfortunes his only friend in the competitive ice skating circuit, Otabek Altin was being temporarily trained by coach Yakov until Nationals. The Kazakh's own coach Oliviero needing time off after his son, who is also a skater, tore a muscle and required surgery. Otabek told Yuri over skype about it one night, his voice tight with restrain.

"It's too late in the season for me to find a new coach." Otabek had said, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I'm going to have to quit."

Yuri yelled an uproarious 'FUCK THAT!' before stomping out of his room. After a loud, and rather one sided conversation with his coach the Russian boy had a proud tone to his voice as he returned and let Otabek know that Yakov would take him as a pupil until his coach returned from leave. Otabek had simply thanked Yuri, knowing better than to argue with the Ice tiger, and flashed him a quick smile.

"I guess I'll start getting ready to move to St. Petersburg, good night Yura." He sounded amused as he disconnected.

That had been three days ago and if Yuri was honest with himself he still couldn't believe Yakov agreed to the outrageous request. Now here he was actually getting to see his friend, getting to train at his side for the next month or so. They never saw each other very often during the season unless they were competing and for the summer Otabek returned to Kazakhstan to be with his family. Both Yuri and Otabek made a real effort to stay in contact through text messages and video calls though. The friendship had an ease to it that both skaters enjoyed. Often spending periods of comfortable silence just lazing about their rooms while webcammimg.

What had Yuri so frazzled was that he liked Otabek, liked him a lot, and this was gonna be his first time spending extended periods of time with his reserved best friend. The gold medalist skater could handle landing a Quad with both arms up with ease, but the thought of floundering in front Otabek sent a cold chill up his spine.

After practice officially ended Yuri rode home with Lilia, Yakov had taken his car to go pick up Otabek from the airport after insisting the blond boy go home and quit pestering him. Yuri grumbled to himself for most of the ride back to the apartment he shared with Mila, the apartment that would now house a new fellow competitor.

Lilia reprimanded Yuri for mumbling and after a cutting remark about posture the teen found himself fuming. He couldn't wait to cuddle his cat, maybe that will ease the nervous tension in his guts he's had for three days now. When they arrived Lilia immediately set about making dinner for the pieced together skating family, the statuesque Russian woman moved gracefully through the kitchen. Yuri grabbed a bottle of water and stalked his way to his room. He set himself down on the bed, his cat Potya coming up immediately and bumping her head on Yuri's chest. A smile spread steadily on the blond boys face as he scratched the sweet feline's ear. Using his other hand Yuri checked his phone. One message from Otabek.

((New message from Ota:

Hey roomie.))

The two words set a red flush ablaze on Yuri's cheeks and he flopped backwards onto his pillows, his cat making a displeased growl before hopping off the bed. His veridian eyes shifted to the open door leading into the hallway, Yuri could see the door that would be Otabek's room from here. He stared at his phone for a minute before thinking up a reply.

((You almost here?

Sent.))

The reply was almost instant.

((New message from Ota:

20 minutes.))

Yuri's eyes widened at the reality of it all. He had so much respect for Otabek, the Kazakh was the only skater he knew that didn't take ballet. He found other methods to be beautiful and powerful on the ice. He also had a sense of freedom about him that Yuri failed to possess. Otabek loved to spend hours working on his bike, the time he spent back in his hometown during the off season was filled with projects and hobbies. Yuri knew he made music and occasionally got sent the songs Otabek was most proud of. All these things about him Yuri admired so when he realized about a year ago that he had feelings for Otabek it came with begrudging, but not very surprising acceptance.

The really important question now was how is the blond figure skater supposed to keep his feelings in check when the object of his admiration is going to be living with him? It is now way too late to take anything back.