Otabek woke up pleasantly warm, but was soon feeling burning hot when he realized why. He had his arms around Yuri, who was curled up against him, face pressed into his bare chest, gently snoring. One of his hands was tangled in Yuri's soft, blond hair, while the other rested on his lower back. He didn't dare move, but rather just sighed, cursing himself and shut his eyes. Maybe everything would just disappear if he refused to wake up. He was a ridiculously cuddly sleeper and had a tendency to hug his blankets instead of using them if he didn't have a stuffed animal. It had only been an issue once or twice in his lifetime, most notably when he and JJ shared a hotel room with only one bed due to an error on a high school trip while they were both training in Canada. He still hadn't lived that down. JJ would have blackmail material for all of eternity. But this was different. He and JJ were friends, while he and Yuri were... also friends. A different kind of friends, though. He drifted off again.
Yuri blinked slowly. His eyes flew open when he realized where he was. His head was resting on Otabek's arm, whose fingers were intertwined with Yuri's hair. Otabek's nose was brushing his own. He could feel his breath on his face. His heart sped up, falling out of sync with Otabek's. Yuri stared for a good long while. Otabek's face was relaxed, his eyes resting shut. His thick, dark hair was tousled and curlier than usual, probably because he hadn't styled it today. His skin looked smooth and soft, fairly even in tone except for some small birthmarks. He counted the ones he could see. There were nine. Three on his cheek, two on his jaw, one above his lip, two on the bridge of his nose and a very faint one at the corner of his eye. He never realized how many of the marks Otabek had. They weren't terribly noticeable, like darker, much sparser freckles. He leaned back a little so that he could see Otabek's shoulders and chest. There were several there as well. He took in Otabek's individual features, the dark eyes that he wished he could see right now, the full eyebrows, the delicate nose, the strong jaw, the reasonably plump lips that were maybe an inch from his. Yuri felt like he had just run 5k. He prayed his pounding heart wouldn't wake Otabek. Shit. Too late. Otabek's eyes fluttered open. Without thinking, Yuri presses his lips against his friend's. Otabek let out a small sound of surprise. One. Two. Three. He pulled back after three seconds. Otabek looked like he had just seen a ghost. So much for an even skin tone, his face was red as the sunset. He had just kissed Otabek. The realization hit him like a tsunami. He scrambled backwards, letting out a yell as he accidentally propelled himself off the edge of the bed. He hit the floor with a dull thud, his head snapping back against the wall. He immediately started yelling, "No no no, fuck, I- SHIT, I didn't-"
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Otabek was kneeling on the mattress, leaning over him. Yuri's face was burning so incredibly hot that his eyes started to water, "I-I-I-"
"Shit." Otabek climbed off the bed and crouched beside Yuri, sliding a hand behind his head to feel where it had hit the wall. Yuri flinched away from him. His voice cracked, "Otabek, I-"
"Hey, listen to me. What's the date? What day is it?" Yuri didn't answer for a moment, everything felt foggy. He couldn't think straight, "I'm sorry, I-"
"Hey" he snapped his fingers, the sound startled him a bit, "what day is it?"
"Um... Sunday?"
Otabek grimaced. It was Tuesday. That wasn't a good sign, "Yuri, what city are we in?"
"I don't know" he was slurring his words, "why are you asking me so many questions, Beka?" He gently tilted up Yuri's head with his fingers under his chin, "look at me." He complied. His pupils were dilated. He squinted at Otabek, "it's too bright"
"I think you have a concussion. How close is the nearest hospital?" He didn't know his way around St. Petersburg. Yuri glared at him, "I don't fucking know"
"Your phone, where's your phone?" He asked more to himself than to Yuri. He checked the other skater's jacket pockets and sighed with relief when he pulled out Yuri's cell. Fuck. He didn't know his passcode. Instead of asking his concussed friend he grabbed his hand, using his fingerprint to unlock the phone. He opened his contacts. He scrolled down, skimming over the names. He couldn't help but notice that his name had a heart next to it. That didn't matter right now. The kiss didn't matter, Yuri's hurt and that's what's important. He found the contact he was looking for and pressed the call button, activating speaker phone and placing the device on the floor. He saw that Yuri's eyes were closed. He shook his shoulder, "Yura!" He startled awake, "don't fall asleep." The ringing stopped as the call clicked on, "why are you calling me Yuri?"
"Lilia, it's Otabek" Yuri had said that he'd never call Yakov in an emergency, "We're at your apartment, Yuri's got a concussion, I don't know where the hospital is and even if I did I don't have a car-"
"Stop talking." Her voice was firm, but oddly reassuring, "I'm on my way." She hung up. Otabek threw the phone on the bed. Yuri looked up at him, "is that Lilia?"
"Yeah. Come on, we're going to try and get you to the living room." He helped Yuri to his feet, slinging his arm over his shoulders, supporting about 90 percent of his weight. Yuri went limp, his body convulsed in a silent retch. Otabek half carried, Half dragged him into the bathroom. He held back his hair as he threw up into the toilet.
Lilia stormed into the bathroom to see Yuri curled up in Otabek's lap on the floor, head resting on his shoulder. She quirked a eyebrow. Yuri looked up at her drowsily, "Lilia?"
"Come on, Yuri." She lifted him off of Otabek and the two helped him to the elevator. Otabek had to be careful since Yuri kept stumbling and almost tripping him, "thank god you're here! Otabek keeps saying I need to go to the hospital. What does he know, right?"
"We're going to the hospital"
"Not you too Lilia! That's crazy, I'm fine" Otabek butt in, "I can barely understand you, you're slurring your words so much."
"Shows what you know! You don't even speak Russian that good"
"Yura, Russian's my first language"
"Oh yeah... I forgot."
Lilia glanced at Otabek out of the corner of her eye, "'Yura', hmm?" Yuri squinted at her, "what?"
"Just get in the car."
