Eyyyyyyy let's have tequila!
Yuri Plisetsky walked into The Playground and let out a long, tired groan as the sounds and smells of the always busy club hit him, hard. He generally hated the smell of smoke and old vodka, mingled with a bit of vomit and of course, sex, but right now he found comfort in the gag worthy smell and music so loud that he couldn't hear his own thoughts. That's what he needed right now, not being able to think, and this was the only place he knew of that would give him that.
God I need alcohol, he thought, weaving his way through the crowd of drunken dancers, a few trying to grind up against him, which he promptly ignored while trying to get to the bar, all the while hoping he stayed completely out of site of the DJ. Otabek was the last person he wanted to confront right now, especially since last night.
Flopping down in the only empty bar stool, he waved the bartender over, more then happy that his seat was at the very corner of the bar, making it all too easy to be completely blocked out by the mass of people all dancing and making out with, probably, complete strangers.
"Hey Yuri" The bartender greeted, a pretty blonde who was about a year or two younger than Yuri. She was always in a good mood, and fun to talk to whenever he was hammered, Yuri didn't exactly consider her a friend, but he did prefer days when she was working the bar instead of the other guy who always made eyes at Yuri and forced out a conversation which would make Yuri want to stuff his own shot glass down his throat. Yuri tilted his chin up slightly in acknowledgment of the woman, as social as ever Yuri Plisetsky. The bartender, knowing all too well what Yuri was like, only smiled, "What will it be?"
Yuri made a face as he thought for a moment, knowing he probably shouldn't get too hammered, cause he would have to drag his ass home by himself. But, after the hellish few days he had, he figured he deserved to drown at least some of his frustrations in alcohol, right?
Throwing all caution to the wind, cause what's the worse that could happen?, Yuri cleared his throat and replied, "Tequila, and a lot of it."
The bartender's eyes widened slightly, but she obediently poured his shot and slid it to him along with a plate of lemon slices and the salt shaker, "Rough week huh?"
Yuri shot her a grim smile, licking the side of his fist and pouring a bit of salt on it, then licking the salt off and downing the tequila, bitting the lemon and scrunching his face up, enjoying the burn that followed, "You have no idea"
A few days back, Yuri got a call from his mother, who he hasn't heard from since, well he didn't even know. He couldn't remember her since she gave him to his granddad when he was three. She used to call back then, everyday turning into once a week, then once every few months and then eventually, nothing at all. She had phased him out of her life, and he had accepted that a long time ago. But suddenly she calls, and she had the audacity to tell him that she wanted to see him again, in which Yuri, being Yuri, responded with a "Like fuck I'd ever want to see you again!" and cut the call. Afterwards flinging his phone against the wall hard enough for it to break way beyond repair. Oh well, I needed a new number anyway.
Everything went downhill since that, during practises he was so distracted that he kept flopping his jumps, each fall more painful than the other, so much so that he was now limping and had a few blue bruises on his back and arms, even a very faint one on his cheek from a particularly embarrassing fall.
Otabek had tried comforting him about the situation, which he appreciated a great deal, but just didn't find it helpful at the time. Needless to say, Yuri lashed out at him the most, picking on every little thing, from leaving the toothpaste uncapped to leaving his slippers in the lounge.
Last night was the worst though, Yuri had completely lost his shit because Otabek had forgotten to refill the water jug in the refrigerator. After Yuri screaming at him over it, Otabek finally snapped and yelled back "YURA I CAN'T DEAL WITH YOU LIKE THIS!"
Otabek yelling took Yuri aback, he never yelled unless he was genuinely pushed off the edge. Out of shock and plain down stupidity, Yuri responded with a quiet but still angry "Then don't."
Yuri knew that he'd never forget the hurt and surprised look in Otabek's eyes as he silently grabbed his jacket, shoes and bike keys then left the apartment, silently shutting the door behind him. Yuri wished that Beka just yelled at him again, or slammed the door or cussed at him or anything, except leaving in silence like he did. After making a few calls, all the while biting back tears, Yuri found out that Otabek had spent the night by Viktor and Yuuri, which was a huge relief from the fact that Yuri was worried that Beka had gotten on the first flight to Almaty and had left him. They way Yuri had been acting, that wouldn't have been a surprise.
Yuri hadn't seen Otabek since. In too much physical and emotional pain, Yuri had skipped practise and spent the day mopping around in bed, snuggled up with Sur and Temnota, doing his best to ignore the aching in his chest. Finally giving up on feeling sorry for himself, Yuri, not being one to stay stagnate for too long, dragged his ass outta bed, got dressed in his best outfit, because if he was going to bump into Otabek, he was going to look damn good when he did, and limped down to the bar.
Yuri downed yet another shot and stared at the row of empty glasses, he had about 10 and good god was he feeling good. The fuzziness inside his head was a welcomed relief and he found himself actually smiling for the first time since his mother had called. Everything seemed so much better, even the smell didn't bother him and the music was perfect.
Shooting a two finger salute at the bartender, Yuri stumbled into the mass of dancers and started swaying and grinding along with the beat, shaking his hair out from its tie and throwing his head back, not bothered by the people grinding against him and even going along with it. Losing himself in the music, Yuri could barely even string together a single thought, which was exactly what he wanted. He found himself breathless and sweaty, his hurt ankle aching from the strain but he kept dancing, a stupid grin plastered across his flushed face.
Eventually he stumbled back to the bar, panting and exhausted but not quite done yet, "Gimmeanothershotnowthankyou" Yuri slurred, to no-one in particular. The bartender from earlier was still busy serving other customers, laughing as she mixed their drinks but eventually walked to Yuri, "Please tell me you just want me to call you a cab" she said, frowning at his state. Yuri burst out laughing, "eyyyyyletshavetequila!!" he yelled, already pouring salt all over his hand and frowning as he watched it all fall right off. "ohno" he slurred, pouting while licking his finger and picking the salt from his pants. The bartender sighed but still poured the shot and slid it towards him.
Yuri happily reached out for it, but then a strong hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him from the stool, "That's enough for one night." A voice said, Yuri gasped and pulled out of the grip, or rather, tried to, but he was too drunk to put in the required force, "gerrofff. ihavea boyfriend!" he yelled, not exactly sure if the person heard him. "Yes, I'm aware." the voice deadpanned. Yuri squinted and looked up, his eyes widening when he saw who the voice belonged to, "Beka..."
Otabek was looking at him with a glare that could have melted the polar ice caps, but Yuri didn't care, all he cared about was the fact that he finally got to see the person that meant so much to him, "Yura, lets get you home." Otabek said, his voice gentle this time as he held Yuri's hand and started to tug him towards the door. "B-B-But my tequilaaaaaa." Yuri complained, letting himself get dragged behind Otabek, who didn't even bother responding.
Once they were outside, Yuri took a long, deep breath, enjoying the fresh air. Everything was quiet, it was probably around 3a.m, so St Petersburg was asleep, or the sane part of it anyway. Every now and then a car would drive past, either blasting music and filled with laughter, or completely silent.
Yuri and Otabek walked side by side in silence, Yuri's brain had completely shut down. Suddenly he felt something warm cover him, the sudden warmth was such a relief, he hadn't even realised that he was cold until that point.
Looking up, he saw that his source of heat was coming from Otabek's jacket. The Kazakh was staring straight ahead while they walked and Yuri was in absolute awe at how good looking the man was. With his warm skin tone and dark hair, Otabek could have anyone he wanted, in a heartbeat even. The thought made Yuri feel a hundred different shades of depressed, even though he didn't know why. Tch.
When they finally reached, what Yuri assumed, was his apartment, Otabek helped him take off his shoes and the jacket and led him to the room. Sitting on the bed, Yuri couldn't take the silence anymore.
"Beka?"
"Yes?" Otabek responded, digging through the closet.
"I think I'm in love with you"
Otabek chuckled at that, making Yuri realise that he was a hundred percent sure that he was in love with the man.
"What's so funny?" Yuri asked, pouting.
"Nothing, nothing." Otabek said, walking back with a large grey hoodie and pajama pants, without saying anything else, he started to pull of Yuri's shirt. Yuri raised his arms to help him and smiled when Otabek slipped the hoodie over his head, he loved the smell of it.
"Beka?"
"Yes?" Otabek asked, taking off Yuri's pants and slipping the pj bottoms on him.
"Go out on a date with me?? please? only one? Give me a shot." Yuri begged, lazily getting under the sheets and watching Otabek change into his pajamas, which was sweatpants and a loose vest, damn son, Yuri thought, shamelessly watching the way his muscles moved.
Otabek burst out laughing, "Yuri, honey, we're already dating, we even live together."
Oh.
The realisation sunk in and Yuri's eyes filled with tears, he let out a shaky sob and suddenly Otabek's arms were around him, "What's wrong Yura??" He asked, concern clear in his voice. Yuri shook his head and melted into the touch, "N-Nothing, I-I-I'm just so lucky." Yuri said, burying his face in his boyfriends chest. Otabek chuckled and kissed his temple lovingly, all his seriousness melted away.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?? was Yuri's last thought before he let the exhaustion take him, and fell asleep, snug in Otabek's strong arms.