"Guess who has a date!" Yuri called as he lazily skated over to Otabek, his water break just beginning.
Otabek tried to keep the neutral expression on his face. He had moved to St. Petersburg for training earlier that month, and he was incredibly happy with the arrangement. It was clear that Yuri was too, he had been smiling much more than usual, constantly telling Otabek how much he liked having him there. The only real downside to it, Otabek thought, was how difficult it was to spend so much time around what he was sure was an unrequited crush.
Fighting the disappointment and jealousy worming their way into his mind, Otabek jokingly pressed a finger to his chin while pretending to be deep in thought.
"You do?" He asked after a moment.
Yuri laughed, nodding his head in confirmation.
"Who is it, then?" Otabek asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Someone I met a while ago, you don't know him."
Otabek hummed in response, deciding to get up and go back to practice. He wanted to immediately forget about Yuri's new date, although he knew he wouldn't be able to. He was quickly stopped by Yuri leaning close to him against the barrier.
"Seriously, though," Yuri said, "He's the best. And really hot. He's got the nicest brown eyes, and…"
Otabek tuned Yuri's rambling about this new guy out. Despite his best efforts, he still managed to pick up bits and pieces. It almost felt like Yuri was trying to make him jealous on purpose. Otabek shrugged the feeling off, grateful for the distraction of his coach calling him back to work.
His skating was off for the rest of that day, but thankfully it was only noticeable to him. As he changed in the locked room, Otabek couldn't help but wonder who this guy was, envious that the guy had asked Yuri out before he did. Feeling somewhat defeated, Otabek roughly shoved the last of his stuff into his bag, preparing to head home and maybe eat the tub of ice cream he had stashed in the freezer. As he stood up to leave, he was immediately intercepted by Yuri.
"Beka, what are you doing tonight?" Asked Yuri, falling into step beside him as he walked toward the double doors leading out of the rink.
"Don't you have a date?" Otabek raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah." Yuri seemed to hesitate for a moment. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to come."
"On your date?" Otabek asked incredulously.
"It would be fun." Yuri persisted. "He's got this cute friend, maybe it could be like a double da-"
"No thank you." Otabek cut him off, pushing open the doors.
He was stopped by Yuri's hand grabbing onto his arm.
"Come on, Beka." Yuri paused, seeming to wait for a response. Otabek offered none. "Okay, fine. Just, be at my apartment at eight if you change your mind."