Hello everyone :D So last month I wrote a Victuuri fic where Yuuri talks to a journalist about a particular year of his career and this one is set a couple of years after that year. You don't have to have read You Jump, I Jump to understand this as it's all about Yuri and Otabek (but me being shameless - plz read is good I swear). Anyway on with this new story, I hope you enjoy it :)

If there's one thing that Yuri Plisetsky knows about Grand Prix Final banquets is that if Viktor, Chris or the Katsudon are allowed to get drunk then the tone of the whole evening will be suitably lowered. Sometimes that isn't a bad thing (as these things can be frightfully dull if everyone remains as sober as a judge) but sometimes it's just embarrassing. What Yuri would have liked would have been to go out on the back of Otabek's motorbike and the two of them could have explored London. He's never been to England before but he's heard that London around Christmas time is magical. As it stands he's stuck in a room in an uncomfortable suit with a bunch of people he doesn't really want to be with.

He's playing nice though. Having just won his third Grand Prix gold at, what people were so keen to label, 'the tender age of nineteen' he was already starting to be known throughout the community as the next Viktor Nikiforov. He wishes people wouldn't. Yeah Viktor is an incredible skater and, yeah, Yuri's finally forgiven him for all the shit he put Yuuri through two years ago but he's a skater in his own right. He doesn't want to be known as the 'next' anyone, he wants to just be known as him.

Gold is nice though, gold feels good. Not that the silvers he had received the past two years were anything to sneeze at but there's just something so much better about winning gold. He feels kind of bad for some of the other skaters – he, Yuuri and Viktor have been dominating podiums for the last few competitions – but, since Viktor announced his retirement at the end of last season to be a full time coach (*cough* trophy husband *cough*) it's more likely that he'll get some new competition.

This year's podium had been particularly nice; standing between Yuuri and Otabek who took silver and bronze respectively. He always felt better when Otabek was around. Felt like smiling more and he felt like being nicer to people, hell he was even nice to King Douche-face Leroy when he came up to Yuri to congratulate him. To be fair since his freak out on the ice four years ago he's been much less insufferable... doesn't mean Yuri will actively seek him to spend time with, the only people he really does that with are Otabek and Yuuri.

He's spent most of the evening by Otabek's side. Everyone always wants to talk to the medallists and, Yuri thinks, if they can both get the questioning over and done with in one go then he can spend more time with Otabek alone. Mila keeps saying how cute it is that they spend so much time together and there's this look in her eye like she's implying something but they're just best friends... totally.

Not that Yuri hasn't thought about the possibility of something more. Occasionally when he sees Viktor and Yuuri together, or Chris and Phichit, Mila and Sara, hell even when he sees Yakov and Lilia together he sometimes wishes that he had something like that. Otabek's attractive, there's no denying that, and Yuri does sometimes catch himself in a stare thinking about what those strong arms would feel like pinning him down against a mattress, but there's no way he could say anything to Otabek though. They're friends, it would be too weird.

He does look really good in that suit tonight though...

"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuriiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooo!" A sing song voice breaks him out of his thoughts. Oh no... He knows that voice anywhere. That is the voice of a slightly tipsy Katsudon who is going to make some very bad decisions and try to drag Yuri into it again. Way back when it was that stupid dance off, god only knows what it will be now.

"What do you want Piggy?" he asks, resorting to the old forgotten nickname as he turns to face Yuuri. Yuuri isn't quite the drunken mess that Yuri has seen him be previously – his tie isn't around his head for a start and he still, mercifully, has his trousers on. There is a flush in his cheeks and his eyes are a little unfocused though, Viktor's arm draped over his shoulder in a similar state of tipsy.

"Wanna come play drinking games?" Yuuri asks.

"What?"

"We were thinking of livening this party up with a drinking game or two," Viktor says. "You're old enough now, come join us."

Yuri's response is to roll his eyes. "How many have you had already?" he asks.

"Only a couple of glasses," Yuuri replies.

Yuri snorts. "Yeah right."

"Oh come on Yurio," Viktor says, poking him in the cheek repeatedly, "it will be fun, we promise."

"You two are ridiculous," he grumbles, batting Viktor's hand away.

"What's going on?" Otabek asks, having just escaped from the journalist he'd been cornered by.

"Otabek!" Yuuri sings happily. "Come join us for a drinking game, Yura will probably come join us if you do."

Yuri rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Just pick a nickname and stick with it," he gripes. "Am I Yurio or Yura?"

"You're adorable," Yuuri replies pulling him into a hug. "You're my precious angel and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

"You sure you're not trashed?" Yuri asks gently prising himself out of Yuuri's grip.

"Sadly not," Viktor says for him, "he still has his clothes on."

"So what do you say?" Yuuri asks, the question aimed at both of them. Yuri looks at Otabek, who offers him a shrug.

"It might be fun," Otabek says.

"I doubt it," Yuri mumbles. He turns back to Viktor and Yuuri, both looking at him expectantly. "Fine, we'll play your stupid drinking games."

"Yay!" Yuuri cries happily. "You won't regret this Yurio."

"I very much doubt that."

To his surprise Yuri doesn't have as bad a time as he thought he would. He's in a circle around a table with Viktor and Yuuri, Chris and Phichit, King Douche-face and his wife, Mila and Sara and Otabek. In short he and Otabek are the only ones not part of a couple. It prompts a lot of look how cute they look together's and you two should totally hook up's. Sure it's kind of embarrassing as, in the back of his mind, Yuri's thinking we're professional athletes, we should behave like it while at the same time thinking please stop trying to set me up with Otabek, I don't want him to ask me out because of you lot but there are worse things they could be doing. That is until Viktor utters a simple sentence that makes him wish he had just said a firm no in the first place.

"How about we turn this into a game of Truth or Dare?"

Oh god, why?

"Yeah that's a great idea," Phichit cries. He's very tipsy and in a slight state of disarray; his shirt buttons are open a little lower than necessary, his hair is a mess and he has this slightly hazy, post-orgasm smile on his face. That could just be the drink, that could be the unusually long time both he and Chris spent in the bathroom together. Yuri's pretty sure that someone's getting dick tonight (although, judging by how touchy-feely most of the other couples in their circle are, he's not the only one).

"I'm game," JJ says.

Yuri groans. "Are we twelve?" he asks a little louder than he would have liked because everyone turns to stare at him.

"Says the youngest one here," Sara chuckles.

Yuri wants to shoot a glare her way, he really does but he must be tipsier than he thought because he can get his face to co-operate. "Yeah whatever."

"I think Yurio should go first because he won gold," Viktor says.

Now Yuri does have the capacity to glare. "Surely 'cause I won gold that means I shouldn't have to go first. Make the one who came in last go first."

"Mickey's a little bit busy at the moment," Sara giggles and the table collectively turns to where she is pointing to see 'Mickey' pinned against the wall by Emil, the two of them kissing furiously.

"But..." Yuri begins to protest when everyone turns back to him.

"Come on Little Yuri," JJ grins, "you not up for the challenge?" JJ knows just how to rile him up and if Yuri had been a little more sober then he wouldn't have risen to the bait but, as it is, he does.

"Fucking fine," he snaps. "Hit me."

"Truth or Dare?" Viktor asks.

"You realise you're the wrong side of thirty don't you?" Yuri mutters darkly, glaring at him. "Dare."

"I've got one," Chris says, sharing a conspiratorial grin with Phichit. "I dare you to kiss Otabek."

"With tongues," Phichit chimes in.

"For three minutes," Chris finishes.

"What?" Yuri can feel all the blood in his body rushing to his face. He feels light headed and a little dizzy (that's probably the drink) and the thought of kissing Otabek in front of everyone makes his heart hammer in his chest. He's thought about kissing Otabek many times (he's thought about doing a lot of things with Otabek but that's neither here nor there) but to actually do it and for their first kiss to have an audience is a little daunting.

"I dare you to kiss Otabek, with tongues, for three minutes," Chris clarifies. "Or you have to do a forfeit."

"And it won't be something you'll like either," Viktor says, a shit-eating grin plastered over his face and Yuri remembers that Viktor Nikiforov is the devil incarnate when he's been drinking and could make him do so many things that he really doesn't want to do.

"Okay fine," Yuri mumbles trying to hide behind his hair. "Hardly seems fair if it's a dare for both of us."

"You were the one who picked dare," Mila grins and it feels as if every single person at the table is out to get him, save Otabek who has yet to comment on the whole thing.

"So three minutes?" Yuri asks. His face feels as if it's on fire and he doesn't even know how he's going to make eye contact with Otabek let alone actually kiss him.

"We'll time you," Phichit says, phone already in hand. "Timer starts when lips touch so get smoochin'."

"Fine." Yuri turns to Otabek, his eyes glued to one of the buttons on Otabek's shirt about three up from the waistband of his trousers. He doesn't know what to do. Should he start? It is his dare after all so he probably should be the one to initiate it but he can't bring himself to look up from this fucking button. It's everyone staring, he tells himself but even he knows he's lying, it's everyone staring so expectantly, has nothing to do with being attracted to Otabek at all...

A gentle finger under his chin, tilting his face up finally breaks him away from the button and forces him to look up into Otabek's eyes. He swallows, feeling like he's drowning in dark brown. Otabek looks so serious that Yuri's heart is pounding in his chest like it's fighting for freedom.

"You don't have to do this if you really don't want to," Otabek says and Yuri can't quite work out if he's disappointed. He also can't quite work out if Otabek sounds disappointed at the idea of Yuri not wanting to kiss him but his tone is so flat Yuri has no way of knowing.

"I..." he stammers. God he wishes everyone would just stop fucking staring! It's making this so much more embarrassing than it has to be. "I'm not going to back down from a challenge," he says and he means it. He's never backed down from a challenge and he's not going to start now: he'll never live it down.

"When you're ready then," Otabek says, his hand dropping from under Yuri's chin.

Yuri swallows his nerves, takes a deep breath, closes his eyes and leans forward to press his lips to Otabek's. He can hear the whoops and cat-calls fire up the second their lips touch and the heat in his cheeks spreads down his neck and chest. God this is so embarrassing, why am doing this again? But as Otabek's lips press back a little harder and the hand on his chin tilts his face a little higher he knows exactly why he's doing this.

The feel of Otabek's lips against his is perfect; soft but strong and he instantly wonders what those lips would feel like on a different part of his anatomy. The tiniest of moans escapes his throat, he doesn't think anyone hears but judging by the way Otabek's grip on his chin tightens the tiniest bit Yuri knows he felt it.

"Don't forget the tongues!" Phichit sings and Yuri suddenly remembers the rest of the dare. If he's going to do this then he needs to put on a show or they won't be satisfied and will probably make him doing it again (the perverts).

He makes a show of pulling back slightly to lick Otabek's top lip before slipping his tongue passed them. Before his eyes slip closed he thought he saw a muscle in Otabek's jaw twitch but he can't be sure. He's never really kissed anyone like this before – too busy skating to think about kissing people – but Otabek seems to be enjoying himself as a hand finds Yuri's knee and gives it a squeeze.

It's the longest, greatest three minutes of Yuri's life. It's like he's been given a free pass to see what making out with his insanely hot best friend is like and, while he doesn't want to waste it in case it never happens again he is still very conscious of everyone sitting around them. He wants to run his fingers through Otabek's hair and pull him close, straddle his waist and push their bodies right up against each other but, in the back of his mind, he knows he'll never live it down. So he keeps it as PG as a kiss with tongues can be and prays it will be over soon.

"And that's time!" Phichit calls and Yuri pulls away from Otabek's mouth, desperately trying to catch his breath.

He can only imagine what he must look like as he's pretty sure he's blushing right up to his hair and his lips feel slick from a mix of his saliva and Otabek's. The thing that really burns him up the most is that Otabek looks completely put together and as composed as if he kisses his best friends all the time. Maybe he just wasn't as into it as I was... of course not, he probably doesn't think of me as anything more than a friend.

"How was it?" Chris asks, a shit-eating smirk on his face. Yuri can't even answer. He's lost the capacity for speech and he knows that if he says anything it's going to come out high pitched and squeaky. Luckily Otabek has him covered.

"It was pleasant," he says.

"So is our little Yura a good kisser?" Mila asks, a smirk of her own on her face. Yuri's face only gets hotter and he wants to go crawl into a hole and just die. Please don't answer that, please don't answer that, please don't answer that!

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Otabek replies casually taking a sip of his drink. Yuri could have kissed him all over again for that as JJ guffaws from across the table.

"Smooth as fuck!" he says. "Come on kitten, it's your turn to get your own back."

That snaps Yuri back to reality. JJ, for once is right, and he's pretty sure that not only will Phichit have filmed them or taken a photo making that stupid face that he does, it will already be on Instagram. He'll be easier to embarrass anyway, Chris just doesn't care.

"Chris," he says and it makes him want to drink a bottle of bleach at how breathless he sounds, "Truth or Dare."

"Truth," Chris says, still wearing that infuriating smirk.

Perfect, playing right into my hands. Yuri opens his mouth to answer but a hand on his knee under the table stops him. He stiffens but no one else seems to notice as they wait with baited breath for what he is going to ask Chris. The hand gives his knee the briefest of squeezes and Yuri wants to look to confirm his suspicions but he knows exactly who's hand that is; gentle and strong they've taken his to pull him onto the back of a motorbike more times than he can even care to remember right now. He wants to know what the hell Otabek thinks he's playing at but he doesn't want to draw anymore undue attention to himself. It's time to embarrass someone else.

"What does Chulanont sound like when he cums?" he asks, staring Chris down as best he can with a bright red face.

A high pitched squeak emerges from Phichit's lips as he flushes all the way up across his cheeks to his ears and buries his face in his hands. Perfect.

The night wears on, the drink flows and everyone seems to be getting progressively more and more drunk. Clothes begin to come off both Viktor and Yuuri (thankfully nothing bellow the waist yet), JJ starts babbling in French and Isabella has to remind him every so often that not everyone can understand him, and Chris gets very handsy with Phichit. Yuri tries to remain as sober as possible but even he is beginning to feel fuzzy around the edges and when he gets drunk he becomes hyper aware of everything and the thing he is the most hyper aware of at the moment is Otabek.

Throughout the coarse of the night, since their kiss Otabek seems to be touching him a lot more than usual. Nothing more than an innocent enough brush of hands as he reaches for his drink, fingers on the back of Yuri's neck as he holds his hair back for him while he does a flaming shot and the hand that occasionally goes to his knee under the table. That one is most certainly not innocent as it seems to be a little higher each time but Yuri could just as easily be imagining that because why would Otabek be touching him like that?

He tries his best to ignore it, to not draw any more attention to himself than this stupid game has already done but it's hard. It's so hard when Otabek's hand is warm on his thigh and he wants it just a little higher. He keeps trying to rationalise it away but, at the same time, he wants to give in and beg for more. He can feel himself beginning to get hard the more he thinks about that hand and he knows he needs to get out before anyone notices. Thankfully Viktor gives him the perfect opportunity when he suggests a game of Strip Poker in a paper-thin attempt to get Yuuri into a state of even more undress that he is. If I stay longer the pole's coming out again...

"I think I'm done for the night," he announces, getting to his feet.

JJ says something in slurred French, English having long escaped him altogether then laughs at the joke that only a handful of them can understand.

"He says 'aww is it past your bedtime?'" Isabella translates.

Yuri shoots a glare JJ's way. "Get him something to eat before he throws up in a plant pot," he tells her.

"Yeah I'm going to take him upstairs now," she says. She slings JJ's arm around her shoulders and hauls him to his feet in an impressive show of strength. "Come on lovely boy, let's get you to bed."

He mumbles something as he looks into her eyes, grinning like a love struck moron and Isabella laughs.

"Honey I can't even understand you now," she tells him. "That wasn't French or English."

He mumbles something again but it's still virtually unintelligible.

"Okay," she nods, smiling at him and begins to lead him away. "Have a good night everyone."

"You need a hand?" Yuri asks. He'll jump on anything in order to get away, even helping JJ back to his room.

"No I'm fine but thanks," Isabella tosses over her shoulder.

A chorus of 'goodbyes' follows them and Yuri is about to slip out as well but Yuuri reaches over the table and grabs his hand.

"Will you be okay getting back on your own Yurio?" he asks.

Yuri rolls his eyes. "I'll be fine," he replies. "I'm not actually leaving the hotel and I am old enough to go places on my own."

"I know but you're my little Yurio and you need to be protected," Yuuri slurs.

"Okay," Yuri nods. Now he remembers why he hates these things: all those years of being the only forcibly sober one because of his age. The sad thing is he knows he's tipsy this time and he's still the most sensible person at this table with the possible exception of Otabek who doesn't seem affected at all by the amount he's had to drink.

"I can walk him back," Otabek says and Yuri feels his stomach plummet.

Yuuri immediately turns his drink unfocused eyes on where he seems to think Otabek is and scrambles for his hand over the table. "Would you?"

"Yeah I was thinking of calling it a night myself," Otabek replies.

"You're a good boy," Yuuri tells him.

"Okay," Otabek chuckles.

Yuri takes hold of his elbow. "Come on let's go before he stares crying." He leads Otabek away and they head away from the table towards the door. When they're a few feet away Yuri hears Chris' voice over the crowd.

"Use protection," he calls and Yuri's entire body bristles like a cat's.

He turns to glare daggers at Chris who just smirks back at him – he knows exactly what he's said and he isn't even going to try to disguise it. Yuri can feel his face heat up again (just as it had begun to go down as well). He sticks his middle finger up at Chris who just blows him a kiss in return.

"You alright?" Otabek asks as if everything is normal. Maybe he didn't hear, please god say he didn't hear...

"Yeah fine," Yuri replies a little too quickly. He prays that Otabek didn't notice and, god bless him, if he did he doesn't say anything. He just places his hand on the small of Yuri's back and continues to lead him out of the room.

"Shall we go then?"

"Y... yeah..." Yuri can't believe he's fucking stammering but considering that he can feel the warmth of Otabek's hand through both his shirt and suit jacket he knows that he's stammering for a damn good reason. Oh god, please don't let him want to hang around when we get upstairs...