It took him two days to text the fairy. Two days of debating calling or texting. Typing out a message, then erasing it. He didn't want to sound stupid, but no matter how he typed it out, it sounded stupid to him. He wasn't sure whether to call or text, and kept going back and forth between the two. On a whim, he sent a simple text before he could beat himself up over it any further.
(otabek) hi! This is Otabek.
Wow, he felt like an idiot with that, but the other options he had thought about were even worse. So he kept it short, simple, and to the point. A few seconds later, a return message came in.
(russian fairy) Was starting to give up thinking you would call.
Shit, he waited too long.
(otabek) sorry about that, got busy with work
All lies, lies, lies. He was doing nothing but staring at his phone wondering when would be a good time to message.
(russian fairy) what do you do?
(otabek) work at a shop, fixing things.
(russian fairy) sounds terrible
(otabek) pays the bills
(russian fairy) so are you going to take me out or what?
Well, he sure did get right to the point.
(otabek) if youd like me too
(russian fairy) tomorrow at 7. Better not be lame. I'll send you the address
Lame? What does he even consider lame? Falling back into his couch, Otabek opened the browser on his phone to look up different things to do around town that weren't 'lame'. Movies and dinner seemed too cliché… walk on the beach might be too romantic… Oh! The indoor ice rink was open. Maybe he could take him ice skating. That was different.
A text came in with an address around 6 that evening. Taking it in, he went to go grab his bike and pick the other man up. Hoping he didn't mind motorcycle rides, Otabek sped through the city's side streets. Pulling up to a nice building, he spotted the Russian Fairy sitting on the steps looking at his phone. Hearing the sound of the bike, the fairy looked up; seeing Otabek on it, he grinned and hopped off the step and came up to the bike. Otabek handed him a spare helmet. As the fairy was putting the helmet, Otabek tugged on the strap to the helmet, causing the blonde to step right up to him. Those green eyes fixed right on him and he forgot to breath for a minute. He adjusted the strap and clasped it gently under his chin. He could feel the fairy swing up behind him, then wrapping his arms around him.
"Good call with the bike, Beka," he murmured into his ear, causing a shiver to go down his spine.
They sped downtown and he loved the feeling of the other man's arms wrapped around him. Pulling up to the rink, the fairy hopped down, unclipping his helmet. "Ice skating? Really, Beka?"
He nodded. "Thought it would be different." They started to walk to the building when he remembered something. "Oh, what's your name?"
"Yuri. Though at work, they call me Yurio." He shrugged.
"Why Yurio?"
"Cause oddly enough, I'm not the only one there with that name and they want to distinguish between us." Yuri rolled his eyes.
"What are the odds of two Yuris?"
"That is exactly what I was wondering! What the hell are the chances?!" Yuri exclaimed, raising his arms and flailing them in the air. The vision made Otabek stifle a was cute.
Getting to the rink, they picked up their skates, and he quickly realised Yuri was having problems lacing his. So Otabek stopped putting his on and kneeled down, lacing the skates up for the blond. He saw Yuri looking down on him smiling. "Sorry Beka, I've… well... I've never done this before."
He smiled back at the nervous man. "It's ok, you can hold on to me."
"If I fall, I'm taking us both down," Yuri warned him.
They carefully entered the rink; Otabek wasn't bad at skating at all, as he had done ice hockey in high school, so he was able to skate backwards, holding Yuri's hands. For someone so graceful, once you put Yuri on the ice it was all gone. It was like watching a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. He almost fell a few times, and Otabek was there to catch him. Every time he would start to lose his balance, he would scream, "BEKA" as Otabek caught Yuri, then would laugh as Yuri would have his arms around Otabek's neck, dangerously pressing against him trying to keep balance.
Yuri did actually fall a few times, and was good to his promise in taking Otabek down with him. One time found Yuri on top of Otabek. Yuri was laughing and Otabek thought it was like music to his ears. Feeling Yuri squirm against him trying to get up did a number on Otabek. That long, lean body definitely had an effect on him. For their date, Yuri had kept to his black pants with a black shirt sprinkled with cheetah prints on the shoulders. Otabek noticed how low the pants hit on the other man when Yuri grabbed at him trying not to fall; the shirt would ride up, teasing him with those hip bones.
They took a break, as Otabek could have almost sworn Yuri was just using his bad skating to press against him. He was half-hard in his pants already, went to get them some drinks to distract himself. Grabbing two sodas, he met Yuri back at the snack booth table. Passing one to Yuri, he sat on the other end of the table, watching the blond gulp his drink down.
"You know Beka, most take me out, feed me, then get me bruised up." He winked. "I'm gonna be black and blue and still hungry!"
Laughing, Otabek went back to the counter and snagged two hot dogs. Keeping the toppings simple, he grabbed a basket of fries as well, bringing them back to the table. Yuri's eyes went wide as he dug into the food. When Yuri looked over to him, Otabek gave him a smile.
"You know, if I had to peg what kind of date you would have been, this would not have been it," the blond said, pointing at Otabek with a french fry before popping it into his mouth.
Cocking his eyebrow at Yuri, Otabek asked, "And what were you expecting?"
"Movies and a fancy stuffy dinner."
"You said for it not to be lame!" Otabek exclaimed, indignant.
"Cause I'm tired of going to lame movies and dinners!"
"So you date a lot?"
"I wouldn't say a lot." Yuri shrugged. "And not with… um… shit, this is sounding wrong, the guys at work are always setting me up." Yuri held his head in his hands, feeling completely stupid over how that all sounded. Otabek thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen. This Yuri and the one from the other night were like two entirely different people.
Otabek chuckled lightly and Yuri looked up at the noise. Yuri's face and ears were blood red. Otabek stood up and went to the other side of the table. He sat next to Yuri and wrapped his arm around the other man's shoulder, pulling him into his chest. Yuri put his head on the dark-haired man's shoulder.
"I feel like everything I'm saying is wrong," Yuri all but whispered.
"Why would you think that?" Otabek was really surprised about this side of Yuri. This was nothing like the other night in that room, in the alleyway, or in text. Otabek felt Yuri shrug again as he shifted to sit up. Yuri took another sip of his soda, then grabbed for more fries, munching happily.
"Yuri?" Otabek saw those green eyes fix on him again. Yuri was chewing and he could see the man's temples moving. Taking another sip, Yuri sighed and leaned back on the bench.
"It's, well, weird for me. I've never…" Yuri's voice trailed off.
"Never what?"
"Well I've never… gone out with someone… that I met… well… you know…"
Otabek realized where this was going. Yuri went red again and looked away. Otabek took a sip of his soda, looked back to Yuri, shrugged and said, "It's a first for me, too."
He smiled at Yuri. That seemed to relax Yuri and they continued eating, finishing off the fries.
"Wanna get out of here? Or do you feel like falling some more?" Otabek asked teasingly.
Yuri elbowed him playfully, saying, "Let's get out of here."
They headed to the locker room so Otabek could grab his jacket, and Yuri his hoodie. Heading back outside, they discovered that it had grown dark while they were in the ice skating rink. Getting to the bike, Otabek looked to Yuri.
"Where to?" Yuri clasped the spare helmet on.
"Why not back to your place?"
Otabek took a deep breath and climbed on the bike. With his back turned to Yuri, he could hide the grin on his face. He could feel Yuri climb behind him, wrapping those arms around him and he felt the blond lay his head between his shoulder blades as he took off. Otabek couldn't help but think just how well Yuri fit into him. They sped down the road for a good twenty minutes when they came up to a building, Otabek pulled into a small parking deck across the street, parking the bike.
Once inside his flat, Yuri slipped his hoodie off, setting it on the table outside the kitchen, then started to walk slowly taking in everything in Otabek's place. Otabek didn't like to overdo things - he liked the place to be comfortable but not cluttered. His living room had a comfortable couch, an oversized armchair, and coffee table. Two bookshelves sat on opposite sides of the room: one filled with books while the other held some pictures of him with his parents and sisters and odds and ends he had collected over the years, but they all looked as if they had a place. A large picture hung on the wall over the couch, a city landscape with mountains in the background. Yuri stood in front of it looking at the details in the photograph. Otabek came up behind him, standing close.
"That's Almaty. It is where my family and I are from originally. I haven't been there since I was a kid, I don't even remember it, but this photograph just seems to speak to me." Yuri nodded his understanding; as much as he missed Moscow and his grandpa, he loved living where he was now.
"You want a drink, Yuri? I have whiskey," Otabek asked.
"Da. Whiskey sounds good."
"Soda?" Yuri nodded. Otabek went to the kitchen to make them drinks and could hear Yuri follow him.
"It is too quiet in here, Beka, got any music or something?"
"Um, over by the bookcase, there is a speaker and an iPod." Otabek pointed to the knicknack bookcase.
Joining the other man in the living room bearing drinks, he saw Yuri flipping through his iPod. Yuri looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Otabek asked.
"Seriously, Beka? Can you pick a genre or something? What the hell is all this?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Beka! You go from…" Yuri flipped through his iPod. "Dance music, to soft rock… Oh wait, is this a Disney song?"
Otabek laughed, asking, "Which Disney song?"
"You have more than one?!" Yuri's eyes widened. Otabek sat on the couch and sipped his drink, amused by Yuri's dramatic facial expressions. Otabek loved music, and never just one kind of music. He could hit shuffle on his ipod and you'd think a schizophrenic had set it all up.
"What the hell, Beka? Country… Rap… Opera?" He looked up to Otabek. Otabek shrugged, still laughing. "Do you have anything… well… Oh wait! Here we go!"
Yuri found some hard rock and metal on the iPod and played it, but not so loud that they would disturb the neighbors. Yuri picked his drink up and drained the glass, cocking his eyebrow at Otabek. Otabek finished his own glass and got up to make them another.
Yuri placed his hand over Otabek's arm before he got too far away, asking, "Am I going home tonight?"
Otabek swallowed and gazed into those green eyes. "You… You don't have to."
"Pour us a shot, then." Yuri leaned over to kiss Otabek's cheek, leaning into him, to whisper huskily, "And just so you know, I don't put out on first dates," then took a swipe at at Otabek's earlobe with his tongue.
Otabek chuckled, responding, "Neither do I." He heaved himself off of the couch and headed to the kitchen. Yuri followed him, watching Otabek make the shots. The Russian Fairy lifted his shot glass as Otabek did and they tapped glasses. Knocking them back, Otabek set the shot glass on the counter and mixed them new drinks. Otabek didn't want to drink too much, and with Yuri around, he needed to keep his wits to him or he might break his rule of 'no putting out on the first date'.
Yuri loved how Otabek was built: not bulky, he had a narrow waist, thick legs that Yuri swore were going to bust out of his jeans, his ass was round, and his arms sculpted. Yuri couldn't help but notice how the sleeves of his black v-neck t-shirt clung to the other man's upper arms. Otabek kept his dark hair pulled back in a bun with an undercut, and he had a hoop in his ear and two higher up in his cartilage.
Otabek held Yuri's glass out to him; they were decent-sized tumblers, and Yuri knocked the second drink back as well. Otabek tilted his head back to sip his drink and Yuri noticed the strong jaw line. Watching his throat as he swallowed his drink made Yuri catch his breath.
"One more, I'll drink that one slower." Yuri said. He knew how much he was able to drink and keep his mind. He still had a ways to go, but being around Otabek he needed a little liquid courage. Standing in that kitchen with Otabek so close, all Yuri wanted to do was pin him to the wall and have his way with the beautiful man. The dark-haired man complied, and they made their way back to the living room with fresh drinks. Otabek settled back onto the couch. Yuri sipped his drink then set it on the table. The music kept changing around while they were in the kitchen, and dance music had come on. Yuri laughed and started swaying to the music.
Otabek sat on the couch, watching as Yuri swayed his hips dangerously to the music, watching how that tantalizing shirt would ride up, teasing him with flashes of pale flesh. Otabek felt his mouth go dry and sipped his drink, keeping his eyes locked on Yuri. This was the Yuri he saw the other night: music playing, lost in his own world swaying to the music, this was an entirely different Yuri from the nervous man on the ice.
Otabek kept sipping his drink watching Yuri dance. Yuri opened his eyes, and smiled when he saw Otabek watch him.
"Do you dance, Beka?" Otabek shook his head.
"What a shame," Yuri said as he swayed his way over to Otabek. Taking the drink from Otabek and placing it next to his, he casually climbed in Otabek's lap, straddling him, leaning into Otabek, pressing his hips into him and his chest into Otabek's chest.
He whispered in Otabek's ear, "You want a private dance, Beka?"
Otabek wrapped his arms around Yuri. "Fuck yes," he all but growled into Yuri's ear. Yuri chuckled and pushed off of his lap. Standing up, he took another sip of his drink, going over to the iPod to change the song back to a harder metal. Turning around, Yuri walked sensuously over to Otabek. He slowly lifted his shirt up and over his head. Yuri had a lean, muscular chest, all those lines in his abs, those sinful hips, everything once again pulling Otabek's gaze down to where his cock rested; his mouth was instantly dry again. Otabek reached down to the coffee table and grabbed his drink, draining it. Otabek never took his eyes off of Yuri. The other man walked over to the dining table and grabbed one of the chairs at the table, bringing it into the living room. Yuri held his hand out to Otabek. He took it and allowed Yuri to guide him to the chair. Yuri pushed Otabek's shoulder gently, and the older man sat hard in the chair.
Otabek was already feeling the effects of Yuri .. His cock twitched at every sway of those hips, touching his hand and being guided to the chair, he felt his cock getting harder. He shook his head slightly; he hadn't even really been touched yet. Sitting down, Otabek watched as Yuri got close to him, swaying those hypnotizing hips in front of him. This time, Otabek knew it was all for him. Otabek reached out to touch those hips, but Yuri slapped his hand away, saying, "No touching." Yuri was smirking at him.
Otabek sat back, staring up at him, a groan escaping his lips. Yuri moved in closer, and Otabek felt Yuri's hands touch his shoulders as he straddled him slowly. The blond rocked his hips as he continued to slowly lower down onto the seated man. Otabek forgot to breathe, his entire body was tingling, that body he longed so much for was straddling him, moving seductively. The minute Otabek felt a slight brush over his cock from Yuri's ass, he moaned out loud and grabbed at Yuri's hips. He longed to touch Yuri and at that moment nothing seemed better.
Yuri shook his head, removing Otabek's hands.
Leaning in close to Otabek's ear, he rumbled, "Don't make me tie down your fucking hands, Beka."
Otabek gasped, instantly getting harder, that demanding voice vibrating in his ear shot through his body. Yuri shifted his hips harder into Otabek, and the trapped man moaned out as he could feel Yuri was half hard against him, wanting nothing more than to grab those damnable hips.
Yuri fully pressed his weight into Otabek, wrapping his arms around his shoulders,. The blond was grinding his entire body against him slowly, and leaning in he lightly kissed Otabek's lips. Just barely. Otabek tried to lean forward into the kiss but Yuri pulled back, rolling his hips into him, moving to the pounding music, his hands trailing down Otabek's chest to the hem of his shirt. Yuri tugged at the shirt and Otabek sat up a bit. Yuri pulled the shirt off him, then ran his hands down Otabek's bare chest.
Yuri smiled as those muscles were well formed and tight. Every rock of his hips, he could see Otabek's abs tensing. Otabek hissed out at the touch; those fingers were like fire against his skin. Yuri kept running his hands all over him, skimming his hands up, he lightly pinched one of Otabek's nipples, twirling it lightly between his fingers, leaning down and lightly licking over it. Otabek grabbed harder onto the sides of the chair, arching his back with a moan. Yuri inched his mouth up the other man's chest and lightly bit above his nipple, causing a hiss and another thrust.
The blond slowly lifted his body off of Otabek, making him groan out, wanting that body pressed back against him, that mouth torturing him. The rocking of those sinful hips had his cock tight in his pants. When Yuri rose off of him, Otabek quickly adjusted his cock in his pants, then placed his hands back at his side, clutching the sides of the chair. Otabek watched Yuri step back and move his hands down his sides and to the front of his pants. Yuri placing his hands on his hips, rubbing them as he wanted too so badly. Then moving his hands to the front of his pants, Otabek watched him slowly unbutton and zip his pants. Otabek watched that smirk come across Yuri's lips, he wanted nothing more than to kiss that mouth. Yuri walked to the coffee table, grabbing his drink, took a sip and offered the tumbler to Otabek. The man obediently took the glass and drained it. Yuri chuckled, taking the tumbler back. Leaning down, he lightly kissed Otabek's lips, flicking his tongue to taste the drink left on them, then leaned back up to go set the tumbler down on the table.
Otabek watched those green eyes fix back on him as Yuri started to lower his pants; the dark-haired man could have sworn that no one had ever taken clothes off so slowly, but sure enough, Yuri had mastered that. He couldn't pull his eyes away. Yuri stepped out of his pants and stalked back over to the captivated man. Yuri wore cheetah print briefs that hugged his hips perfectly. The blond stood right in front of Otabek, still moving his hips to the music.
Otabek could tell Yuri was fully hard as well. He wanted to reach out so bad and grab the bulge in those briefs. Yuri was so close to him, if he reached out he could easily grab those hips and kiss them. Yuri leaned over and tugged at the belt on Otabek's pants. He quickly worked the buckle and buttons. Otabek lifted his hips as Yuri slipped his pants off him to reveal simple black boxer briefs that had a distinctive wet mark on the front. Yuri licked his lips, smiling seductively at the view.
Yuri turned around, showing off his perfect ass in those briefs, then lowered himself back down into Otabek's lap. Yuri pressed his back against Otabek's chest, his legs spread wide and rolled his ass into Otabek's lap. Yuri had lined the crease in his ass to Otabek's cock and Otabek moaned out out at the sensation. He lightly thrust upward as those hips continued their slow movement. If the blond kept this up, Otabek was going to cum in his briefs and his show would be over. Otabek was starting to lose it.
"Yura…" he moaned out. "Let me…." Otabek was kissing down Yuri's neck, hands clenched tightly to the chair seat so that he wouldn't be tempted to touch the man in his lap.
"Yes Beka… put your hands on me," Yuri gasped.
That was all Otabek needed to hear. His hands immediately went to those damn hips. Clutching them tightly he thrust his hips into Yuri's ass. The blond pressed back against him, feeling those fingers dig into his flesh. Otabek took to kissing and lightly biting Yuri's neck.
"Beka, no marks," Yuri breathed out. Otabek grunted his understanding back, opening his mouth and loudly kissing the other man's neck and trailing his tongue up and down.
Otabek couldn't take anymore of their position, and gently pushed Yuri off of him. Standing up, he wrapped his arms around Yuri's thin frame and slowly backed the other man to the couch. He gently lowered Yuri to the soft cushions, climbing on top of him. The blond spread open his legs, allowing Otabek to settle between those long limbs. Looking down at Yuri, he brushed a strand of golden hair off his face, then leaned in, kissing Yuri finally. Yuri wrapped his arms around Otabek's neck and then crossed his ankles behind Otabek's lower back and dug his heels in.
Otabek lowered his hips onto Yuri's. Their hard cocks pressed together and Yuri moaned out at the friction. Otabek nibbled at Yuri's bottom lip and Yuri opening his mouth was all the invitation Otabek needed. He thrust his tongue into Yuri's mouth, and the other man met him with the same deep intensity, tongues twirling, wet and hot. Otabek pressed his mouth harder to Yuri, opening wider; he felt as if he could devour Yuri at that moment if allowed. The press of that body under him, moving against him, kissing him, hearing him moan: it was everything he thought it would be.
Yuri bucked his hips harder into Otabek's, and each thrust was met with the other man's hard cock pressing back down on his own. Otabek worked his hand into Yuri's hair, twisting those silky strands between his tugged, turning Yuri's head a little more, kissing him. Yuri raked his nails-short and blunt- down Otabek's shoulder blades. They moaned into one another's mouths. Otabek could feel a slight sting in his shoulders, making him thrust his cock harder into Yuri. Otabek could feel how wet the front of his boxer briefs were, but the feeling of Yuri's hard cock against him - it didn't matter. He wouldn't care if his entire boxers were soaked at that point.
Otabek ran one hand down Yuri's side; he lifted a bit and pulled the blond's cock free from his briefs. Wrapping his fist around Yuri's cock, he could feel how hot and wet his cock was. Otabek moaned out and broke from the kiss feeling Yuri leak on his hand, using that he rubbed down Yuri's shaft. Yuri cried out and scratched down his back again. Otabek pushed his hand back up and rubbed his thumb over Yuri's swollen cock head, gathering more liquid into his hand, loving how much Yuri was leaking for him. He kept a slow pace, feeling that velvet skin in his rough hands.
Yuri moved his hands off Otabek's shoulders and into his hair, tugging it out of the tie holding it back in a small bunIt spilled down around Otabek's face, making Yuri gasp. This man was too beautiful. Yuri raked his hands up the side of Otabek's face, pulling that soft hair back as he brought Otabek's mouth back to his. Yuri continued to thrust into Otabek's hand.
Yuri removed one hand from Otabek's hair and slowly ran it down Otabek's side. He reached under the waistband of Otabek's boxer briefs, and he could feel the closely shaved coarse hair against his fingers as he grabbed at the base of Otabek's cock and gently worked his way up the smooth hot skin. Yuri heard him moan and the dark-haired man lowered his head into Yuri's neck. His hot breath moistened Yuri's neck, kissing it lightly. The blond pushed the skin down the top of Otabek's the head poke out, the liquid covering his hands, Yuri moaned out as the other man continued to pumped his cock.
Otabek buried his head further into Yuri's neck, breathing and moaning softly out, those long thing fingers wrapped around his cock, driving him crazy. Yuri was very responsive, moaning loudly, thrusting into Otabek's hand, pumping Otabek's cock and pulling his hair. Otabek could feel Yuri leaking more into his hand and felt the familiar tug in his balls. Otabek thrust into Yuri's hand, groaning loudly into Yuri's neck, spilling all over Yuri's stomach and hands.
Yuri bucked hard into Otabek's hand, shouting, "Beka… Beka… BEKA!" He covered Otabek's hand as well as his own stomach. Yuri pumped his hand a few more times on the other man's cock. He pulled the head out of the skin, rubbing Otabek's sensitive head with this thumb and heard Otabek moan into his ear, the vibrations running down his spine, making him shiver.
Otabek panted hard, lowering his body fully onto Yuri, pressing his full weight into him. Otabek raised his head and slowly kissed the blond. He brushed Yuri's hair back from his face with his clean hand and kissed him gently. Otabek shifted their bodies until they lay on the couch side by side.. He wrapped his arms around Yuri, holding the blond man closely to him. Yuri kissed Otabek's neck gently then curled into Otabek's chest. The blond man could feel those strong arms wrapped around him, lightly stroking his back. All Yuri could think about was his one golden rule: "Never fall for a client. No matter what." It was Lilia's first rule.