Chapter 4
Almost a week later a package came in the mail and when Yuri ripped into it he realized it was the laptop case he'd practically ordered Otabek to buy for him; complete with embossed tiger on the front of it. He'd grinned, ignoring the look from both his mother and grandfather, and he raced to his room to test how well it fit his laptop. He'd forgotten all about it, he'd been far too busy with classes, and the summer course he'd decided to take out at the community college this year. Just something a little extra to boost his resume for the future, but easy enough that he wasn't going to feel like he couldn't enjoy his summer. The laptop fit perfectly, just like he'd known it would, and he plopped on his bed to fill it further with essentials when his phone chimed an incoming message. Yuri absently reached for it and checked who it was. His fingers, clutching his charger, paused as he stared at the little chat bubble with a B on it. For some reason he cleared his throat before he tapped it and the message popped up.
Beck: Did you get your package yet?
This guy had creepy timing, Yuri thought, and he set the charger down to respond.
Yuri: Just got here. Are you psychic?
Beck: Maybe
Yuri snorted and moved to set the phone down before another message came through.
Beck: What's with the tiger?
He brought his legs up on the bed and folded them.
Yuri: I like big cats.
Beck: Ah
Yuri: Why?
Beck: Just curious. I noticed your shoes were leopard print the night we met
Heat spread across Yuri's face at the mention of that night, and he stared at his phone as his brain tried to form a proper sentence.
Yuri: You looked at my shoes?
Beck: Well, not only your shoes. But they kind of stood out.
Yuri didn't know how to respond to that. He just stared at his phone, thinking about that night; about rough hands on his body, teeth on his neck, being filled to the brim and losing himself to sensation. There was a knock on his bedroom door and his entire body jerked as his head shot up and he barked out, "WHAT?!"
His door opened, and his mother's head popped in, frowning at his attitude.
"Yuri, please don't shout in the house. It's impolite."
"Don't just open my door, I deserve privacy. What if I was changing my clothes?!" He tossed back, and his door opened further so that she could step inside.
She continued, ignoring his second outburst. "I wanted to remind you that I'm leaving tonight for a few weeks on business. And that your grandfather will be visiting out of town this weekend. You will have to mind the house while we're gone."
"Yeah, yeah, fine." He waved a hand dismissively and ignored another signal for an incoming text. His mother's eyes drifted to the phone in his hand before they returned to his face, her expression inscrutable.
"Be responsible, Yuri. No friends over, no staying out late. You be home after your classes and clean up after yourself while we're gone. Understood?"
"Yes." He answered shortly, hoping she would just leave already. He hated how much she still treated him like a child.
She stared at him for a moment, eyes dropping once more to his phone before she sighed and turned, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. Yuri almost jumped off the bed to lock it, but he knew if she came back she'd bitch about it. With an irritable sigh, he looked down at his phone again.
Beck: My band is doing a gig at the under 21 club Friday. You should come listen
His heart tripped in his chest, and he wiggled where he sat. He wasn't busy after class, he could probably make it out there just fine. And a chance to see Otabek play again was more than tempting, not matter how much he'd pissed him off the last time they'd seen each other.
Yuri: What time?
Beck: There are four bands playing, we're second. Starts at 8
Yuri: I'll think about it
He was going to go, wasn't he? If only to get to watch Otabek play again. Probably less chance at ending up in someone's closet this time though. Why did that deflate his excitement a bit?
Beck: We are going to hang out and watch the other bands after. You're welcome to join us.
He smirked.
Yuri: Buy me a drink?
Beck: Shirley Temple do?
Yuri: I was thinking more a gin and tonic
Beck: Ha, yeah right. 1, this club doesn't serve alcohol. 2, there is no way you're over 21
Yuri: I could be!
Beck: Nope. Too small
Yuri: Screw you I'm not that small
Beck: Tiny
Beck: Light as a feather too
Yuri's blushed and began to angrily type a text back when yet another came through.
Beck: It was so easy to lift you up and shove you against that wall in the closet
Assaulted by the memory of how that made him feel, Yuri's eyes rolled closed for briefly and he shivered.
Yuri: You mean manhandle me?
Beck: You didn't seem to mind judging by those sounds you were making
Yuri made a soft sound and flopped back on his bed, rolling over onto his stomach and crossing his ankles as his thumbs flew over the keyboard.
Yuri: Your hands were too rough. You should get some lotion for that
Beck: I think you liked that too. Would be nice to have more of your skin at their mercy next time
He gulped and wiggled against the bed at the thought, but there was no denying the smile on his lips.
Yuri: You're assuming there will be a next time
Beck: If you show up Friday there can be
Yuri: Oh? And what, you going to fuck me in a dirty bathroom stall this time?
Beck: Do you like that sort of thing?
Yuri: Oh yeah, dirtier the better -_-
Beck: I could take you to my place
Beck: My bed is comfortable
Yuri: And if I said no?
Beck: You won't. You want to do it again as much as I do
He did. God, how he did.
Yuri: You sure about that?
Beck: You're still talking to me, aren't you?
Beck: See you Friday
Yuri dropped his head face first into his pillow and let out a squeal that he would never admit to doing. Irritating or not, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity for anything. Thank God his family was out of town this weekend. He wouldn't have to worry about coming how disheveled, ravished, in the wee morning hours.
Now he just had to figure out what to wear….
A/N. I should be ashamed of myself for pracrically an entire update full of texts, but I am not.
~Miss P