Otabek awoke to a cold bed and a throbbing head. Groaning he rolled over to grab a water bottle and some pills. His head hurt too bad at the moment to think of the empty bed and he rolled over going back to sleep. A few hours later he heard banging on his door, groaning as he got out of bed, being as his head hurt, not nearly like it was, but it was bothersome. He opened the door, half hoping it was Yuri, but no, it was Chris. Chris came in, had some take out food with him. Otabek realized he was starved and maybe that would help.
Sitting at the small table in his room, they shared a bag of sandwiches. Chris kept giving him looks the entire time. "Out with it would ya?" Otabek barks at him.
"So, I saw the birthday boy leaving your room early this morning…" He trailed off with a smirk on his face.
Otabek groaned, setting his food down, "Yeah, he snuck the fuck out is what he did."
Chris' face dropped. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, he skipped the fuck out while I was asleep." Shaking his head, he picked his food back up. "Didn't even have the decency to text or leave a fucking note, nothing. Fucking typical really."
Chris realizing Otabek was upset over this, tried to sway the conversation back around, "I don't think I would call it skipping out Otabek!"
"Well wasn't that what you were fucking doing this morning? You do it every damn year to the Chinese choreographer. You give him some fun, then sneak off… I didn't… I didn't want this to be a one night stand." He dropped his food again, placing his head in his hands this time. He felt like an idiot. He really did. He felt even stupider for just spilling it all out to Chris as well.
"Now you listen here Otabek, I understand you are upset, but don't go making assumptions about what I do!" Chris did not yell, but his voice was firm, "Myself and him have an arrangement, he knows I don't stay and he doesn't want me too. Now you and Yuri? Well I don't know what to tell you. But one thing I do know, take this energy and put it in you skating, yes?" With that Chris was smiling again.
"Sorry man, I just… I feel like a fucking ass ok? We got drunk, then I kissed him… then it was his idea to come back here…"
"Ah, so that is why you two disappeared last night."
"Yeah… not at all what I planned. Was just gonna have a smoke with him outside… then I stumbled… I think… I don't know… Then we were kissing… I remember a cab ride… a lot more kissing there too… and came back here…"
"Oh yes Otabek, give me all the details!"
Otabek laughed, going back to his food. He was not going to think about Yuri.
Yuri woke up and his head was splitting wide open. "Ugh!" he called out. Grabbing his phone he called over to Yuuri and Victor. Victor was way too happy answering the phone, sounded like Yuuri was moaning in the background (and not a happy sounding moan either).
"Ah Yurio! Good morning!"
"Ugh, fuck, not so loud…" Yuri moaned. "Victor… I'm dying… do you have pills?"
"Ah Yurio, yes I do. Let me get some water into my Yuuri here and I'll be right over ok?"
Yuri grunted and ended the call. Putting the blanket over his head, he meant to send Otabek a text but his head hurt too bad. A little while later, Victor came, bringing a water bottle and some pills. Apparently Victor didn't drink nearly as much as they all did last night and said he couldn't stay because he promised Yuuri he would be right back. Turning over, Yuri went back to sleep as he was still jet lagged and hungover.
He didn't wake till late in the evening, starving. Grabbing his phone, he texted Victor seeing what they were doing for dinner, Victor said they were heading out in about 30 minutes if he wanted to join. Realising he was still in last night clothes, he went to jump in a shower. Something kept nagging in his mind to send Otabek a text, but he didn't know what to say and he didn't know if he had waited too long now.
Finally cleaned and redressed he met with Victor and Yuuri, they went out to dinner. All through dinner, he was flipping through social media. A lot of the skaters spent most of the day practicing, he knew he should have too, but he was too tired and hungover from celebrating his birthday so hard. Otabek had gone out with Chris again, looks like they had gone to a bar that evening. Yuri figured since Otabek hadn't texted him by now, he didn't want to seem all needy and desperate. Plus being as he had waited so long, he didn't want to seem like a douche bag either.
He ate his dinner in silence as Victor and Yuuri kept giving him sympathetic looks. They had both seen Yuri and Otabek slip out the bar, and the fact Yuri was with them and quiet, concerned them a bit. Yuuri had made Victor promise not to interfere and Victor said he would keep quiet for now.
Yuri went back to his room that night, he was wide awake from sleeping all day, and didn't know what to do. He really wanted to text Otabek, but it looked like he was out with Chris and didn't want to interrupt that. Finding a movie to watch, he kept flipping through social media, telling himself he wasn't keeping an eye on Otabek. No, not at all. Chris loved to post about as much as he did, so it was easy to see as he continued to tag Otabek in everything they did. Sighing, he finally texted Yuuri asking him if they could talk. Times like this, he wish he had a closer friend to talk too about things.
Yuuri stopped by, Yuri didn't know what to say. So they sat there awkwardly till Yuuri offered to brush and braid his hair. It was something they did back in Saint Petersburg a lot. They never really talked about it, but it was something they had done. Figuring if they weren't looking at one another, it was easier to talk.
"So what's going on Yurio? It is late, but of course we slept all day." Yuuri was laughing trying to ease some tension in the room.
"I… well… Shit… I don't even know where to start…" Yuri groaned out.
"Yurio… is this about last night?" Yuuri was running the brush through his hair, he had not brushed it all day and kept it in a messy braid, and it was extremely tangled.
"Da."
"What happen?"
"Well… you see… we stepped outside… and um… well… we ended up kissing… so me being drunk… decided… well… you know… to come back here. So we did… some things happen… Ugh I think I fucked up." Yuri put his head in his hands. Yuuri stopped brushing and put his hands on his shoulders.
"What happen Yurio?" Yuuri sounded genuinely concerned and it almost pissed Yuri off.
"I woke up and freaked out like a little bitch! We had cuddled and fallen asleep… So I ugh… snuck out his room… and then slept all day… Now he is out with Chris and I know sending a text now… It'll just look like a damn booty call."
Yuuri wrapped his arms around Yuri's shoulders hugging him. Yuri was really torn up over this. "Yurio, you need to talk to him. Probably not through text at this moment. But like face to face talk." Yuuri kissed his cheek causing Yuri to blanch and groan. They went back to hair brushing quietly. When all the tangles were out, Yuuri set down the brush and hugged him again.
"Thanks piggy."
"Anytime Yurio. Seriously, try talking with him ok?" Yuri nodded and went back to social media. He saw that Otabek and Chris were checking back into the hotel from Chris' page. Not even thinking, he ran out his room and went down the two floors. He was going to wait at Otabek's room for him. He wasn't even sure what he would say, or what he should say. All he knew was he would really like to kiss him again.
Chris and Otabek didn't drink much, just a couple drinks, enough to get Otabek laughing again. They had run into some other of the skaters and just all hung out talking about past routines and all. Back at the hotel, Chris whipped out the phone, like he had been all night and got a picture of them with their cab driver. "Now we have our whole night documented!" Chris was laughing. Otabek just took the pictures to humor him.
Walking down his hallway, he saw Yuri was sitting on the ground by his door. He stood up when he saw him. Otabek kept walking forward, getting his key ready. When he reached the door, he heard Yuri say, "Hi." He didn't acknowledge him. Unlocking the door, Yuri grabbed his shoulder. Otabek gave him a hard stare.
"Look Beka… About…"
"No Plisetsky!" he shrugged the hand off his shoulder. "I'm not your fucking booty call in the middle of the night. Go find someone else." With that Otabek walked into his room.
Shutting the door, Otabek just stood there. He was breathing hard and he was angry. What the hell did Yuri think? He could come to him room after midnight and just use him? That was not what he was about. If he wanted one night stands in every country he went to, then he would have done that.
Yuri stood looking at the door, it had been shut a good minute or two. He could feel his eyes watering up and knew he had to get out of there. He ran to the elevator and pushed the button back to his floor. Victor and Yuuri were a few doors down, by the time Yuuri answered, his tears were falling freely. Victor and Yuuri brought him in, letting him cry. They all curled up on the bed as Yuri cried. Yuri wasn't even sure why he was crying so hard, he fell asleep with Victor and Yuuri on each side of him.
The next morning waking up, Yuuri and Victor were holding hands on top of his chest. He groaned and crawled over Victor, making sure to knee him in the stomach as he did. Victor cried out while Yuuri laughed and cuddled into him.
"See you at breakfast Yurio." He heard Yuuri call out as he left for his room. His phone was dead and he knew he needed to charge it as well. They would have breakfast then head to the rink for the day.
The Short Program was up, Otabek was nervous. Very nervous. He skated before Yuri did, and wished it was the other way around. A hand on his shoulder real quick, turning around saw JJ and his fiance standing there. He hugged them both tight and heard JJ tell him to kick all their asses.
Skating out to the rink, he let the crowd disappear, waited for the music. Actually a musical number JJ's band mates had put together. He was surprised as they put so much into it, and it wasn't that rock and roll stuff they usually do. It fit Otabek. It was suspenseful, it was full of longing, it was Otabek coming into himself. Falling low and having to climb his way back up, he found himself. Letting go of past hatreds, old rivalries… no wait, those were back, but not while he skated.
He almost forgot what he was doing when he heard the ending of his song. Doing his final spins, he posed, out of breath, sweat dripping down his face, the place erupted. Flowers and teddy bears being thrown onto the ice. Smiling (which he never did in public) he held up both arms waving, causing the place to get even louder.
Skating over to the kiss and cry, JJ and his fiance were there to meet him with his coach. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, stunned.
"Had to see my routine win!" JJ smiled and they both laughed. "Plus, the wedding gown is here, she can try it on, get it fitted and sent back. Instead of getting altered back home where it was not originally designed." Otabek grabbed JJ in a hug again and they awaited his score.
"How do you think I did?"
"Otabek! It was fucking fantastic!"
The scores came, he had broken a world record. Jumping up Otabek jumped into his coaches arms as JJ spun his fiance around. They couldn't believe it. Otabek could not believe it.
"Let's go find seats and watch everyone." they went to watch the other skaters. As soon as they sat down, they saw Yuri was up. Otabek's face went hard again, feeling his anger. He was usually amazed at how graceful Yuri skated. He was out there, doing jumps, lifting one or two arms. Today he was not. He never lift his arms once. It looked deliberate. He had lifted them in practice. What the fuck was he doing? He did not have his usual grace, and his step sequence seemed off by one beat. Not many would catch that, but they had been sending their routines back and forth, he caught it. He leaned over to JJ, "He is off by one beat." JJ nodded. "Yeah something seems off with him. He is skating amazingly, but it isn't…" Otabek nodded.
His last set of jumps, he popped his triple to a single. Otabek was furious by this point. It looked like he was purposely fucking up his routine.
The scores coming in, Yuri in fourth for the day and Otabek in first. They still had their Free Program the next day. JJ was taking him out to eat and back early, promising they would be there tomorrow, but his fiance would miss the banquet as she was dress fitting. Otabek waved them goodnight and went to back to his room. He was furious as hell at Yuri. Grabbing his phone he texted him.
(otabek) whats your room #
He waited a few minutes and he saw the dots showing he was getting a reply.
(yuri) 812
He stormed out his room.
Yuri watched Otabek do his routine, it was flawless. He knew he had upset Otabek by leaving that morning, he didn't know what he could do to fix this. He thought going to his room and speaking to him would help, but it didn't. So all he could think of, "Let him have gold." So he did a minor mess up in his routine, trying to make them look accidental. He didn't care anymore, he had actually hurt someone, and not in his normal way. This was genuine deep hurt. Sure they had fought, but it was mutual then. They were out to hurt each other at that point and it didn't matter. They had a weird relationship that seem to build, and he fucked it up. Popping his last jump, he wanted to yell across the ice to where Otabek was sitting, "Do you see this! I popped this jump! I did this to say I am sorry! It is the only way I know how to say it!"
Back in his room, he got a text.
(otabek) whats your room #
Shit, did it work? Did he hear me?
(yuri) 812
Yuri waited.
Otabek stormed to the door and knocked hard on it. Yuri opened it and Otabek lunged at him. He wrapped his hand around his throat pinning him to the wall. Yuri looked scared and tried to pry his fingers off him.
"What the fuck was that Plisetsky?!" Otabek's face was red with rage and he could not believe Yuri was purposely fucking up his routine.
Yuri was squirming and he let go of his throat. Letting go of him, Yuri started coughing. Leaning against the wall, looking down.
"I asked you a fucking question!"
"I don't fucking know ok?!" Yuri was crying.
"Seriously? You're going to fucking cry? Why are you fucking up your routine?! You didn't think I would see that shit and know?"
"Beka I…"
"NO! You don't get to call me that!" Otabek was pacing, trying hard not to rip every golden strand of hair off his head. Otabek wasn't thinking straight. All he could think was how Yuri was getting to him again. He was NOT allowing this to happen another fucking competition.
Yuri wasn't saying anything. His body had slid down the wall in his room and he was sobbing now. "I'm sorry… I thought…" He couldn't talk as he was sobbing so hard. Otabek kneeled down and lifted his chin, the moved his hand to squeeze his cheeks in his hand, hard. His eyes were red and his nose running, he was gasping and hiccuping.
"Listen to me, and listen to me now. You fucking go out there tomorrow and you skate your damn heart out. None of this bull shit. I don't know what fucking game you are playing… but it is over. I will win gold and I will win it against you. You will do your damnedest to keep me from it. At least do me one fucking favor and keep to your own damn promise from two years ago." Otabek let go and stormed out the room.
Yuri sat on the floor of his room, crying. He could not believe how he fucked up royally, so much, so soon. He thought being mad at Otabek was easy for him, but being as he was not mad, and Otabek was. He couldn't take this. He finally just laid out on the floor, crying till he fell asleep. Not caring how hard and cold the floor was.
Victor had been calling and texting Yuri, he was not answering. They knew he was not asleep and Victor had a key to his room. He told Yuuri he would be right back.
Going into his room, he saw Yuri laid on the floor, and he thought he was passed out. He ran over to him, and saw his face a mess. What happened now? Victor easily woke him up.
"Yurio? Yurio?"
Yuri sat up and was sniffling. Seeing Victor he wanted to just start crying again. He knew Victor was here to give him hell over his routine. He couldn't handle it right now.
"Come on Yurio, let's wash your face, get clean and get you to bed, yes?" He saw Victor get his phone out, he must have been texting Yuuri.
Victor drew him a bath and then he heard Yuuri come in too. Sighing he allowed Yuuri to come and hug him tightly then wash his face. "I'm not a fucking kid piggy!" He felt like a kid, but right now, he needed this, Yuuri and Victor knew this, even if he said mean things, they never left.. He knew everything he was doing was wrong. They left the bathroom and settled in his room with the TV as he sunk into the tub. He started crying again. Yuuri came back in and sat on the floor next to the tub.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Yurio… You have us worried… You purposely messed up your program, Victor found you asleep, crying on the floor…" Yuuri got quiet, "Is it Otabek?"
Yuri nodded and started crying again. "I keep fucking up… I went to his room the other night… he shut his door in my face… saying I was using him… booty call…" Yuri started sobbing again and unable to talk.
"Yurio… breath." Victor peaked in and Yuuri shook his head. Victor passed him a water bottle.
"Yurio, here, drink some water."
Yuri drank and took some deep breaths, sinking deeper into the warm tub Victor had made. He had used some sort of lavender soap that smelt amazing and were helping calm him some, as long as he didn't talk.
"Ok Yurio… What happen?"
"Beka knew… he knew I did it purposely. He came here and yelled at me for it… I fucked up royally…"
"Rightfully so! I would have been mad at you and am mad, Yurio. He wants to win against you, fair and square. We all do."
"I… I know…"
"So you know what you got to do, right?"
Yuri nodded.
"Finish up Yurio, I'll brush your hair, then we all need sleep for tomorrow, ok?"
"Thanks piggy."
Stomping back up to his room, he passed Chris, Chris seeing him on the eighth floor, looking madder than hell got concerned. "Otabek?" Otabek glanced at him and got on the elevator. Chris followed. "Otabek, let's go back to your room and talk." Chris put his hand on his shoulder and they spent the next hour talking it all out as Otabek ranted and raved. Chris was quiet for once, listening.
The Free Skate was a fierce battle. Otabek and Yuri gave their all. In the end, Otabek won by a landslide. Everyone knew he would. Yuuri came in second, Yuri in third. Otabek realized, even if Yuri had skated his best, he would have finally beaten him.
They were back at the banquet. Congratulations were coming from all over. JJ was with him and his coach. He did his pictures and his coach got him sponsors. He never did like these things and he hated this time he did not have an escape. Normally he could count on catching Yuri sneak out and he could as well. Well not this time. Let him sneak out, he wasn't going anywhere. As he was thinking this, he spotted that golden head slipping out back. Yuri turned and locked eyes with him. Otabek turned his back to him.
Chris could almost hear the shattering of Yuri's heart when Otabek turned his back. Hell, his heart shattered. He had no idea why these boys fought so hard. Their chemistry was so magnetic it made him jealous. Working his way to the bar he felt his phone go off. It was from Yuri, asking to meet him out back. Puzzled, he grabbed two drinks and worked his way outside.
"Ah Yurio. I brought you a drink as well." He hands his glass to him. Yuri nods and drinks it back.
"Can you do me a favor please?" Yuri sounded small and broken.
"Sure Yurio, what is it?"
He was handing him a white plain envelope. "Give this to Otabek, don't tell him it is from me, just.. Can you give it to him, please?" Chris nods and heads back in looking for Otabek.
Finding him quickly he pulls him aside. "I was told to give you this Otabek." Chris hands him the envelope. Otabek looks at him questioning and Chris shrugs his shoulders.
Otabek opens the envelope, a simple note, scribbled out, " You were never a booty call " and then a thin golden braid falls into his hand. He knows that hair. He looks at Chris. Chris winks at him.
"He is still out back."
Otabek races out the room, clutching the braid in his hand. Yuri had always held onto it in his pocket for good luck, but Otabek did not know this. But he knew it was Yuri's hair. Bursting out the back door, he saw him standing there, in the shadows. When Yuri looked up, he could see the tears running down Yuri's face. He walked slowly over to his, still holding the braid. Walking over to him, he pocketed the braid, then took his thumb and wiped away a tear on Yuri's cheek. Then he looked him again, in those green eyes. Yuri lunged at him, hugging him hard.
"Beka! I am sorry!" Was all Yuri could get out before he started sobbing again. He could feel Yuri's body shaking against him. He held him tightly. Wrapping his arms tightly around him.
"Shhh, Yura, shhhh."
"Beka… I never… never meant…." Otabek was rubbing his back trying to calm him down.
"Come on Yura, let's go talk, ok?"
"You… you don't hate me?"
Otabek pulls a strand of his hair, Yuri yelps. "Of course I do." Otabek smiled at him as they made their way back in sneaking out.
Chris spotted them sneaking back in, then out, he ran up to Otabek and slipped him a bottle. Winking.
Otabek and Yuri both looked at the bottle in the elevator.
"Fucking cupcakes." Otabek says.
Yuri started laughing. For the first time since his birthday.
Making their way to Otabek's room, they went in. Yuri excused himself and went to go splash water in his face. Coming back out, Otabek was opening the bottle and pouring them drinks. Yuri took his glass and they taped them, taking a sip they both got to coughing then laughing.
"Beka, can I explain?"
Otabek nodded and they sat on the bed, Yuri looked down the floor and just started explaining everything. He took a few more sips of the drink to help calm him so he wouldn't start crying again. Otabek just stayed quiet, allowing him to speak. It was actually starting to really eat at him. Otabek started to feel like real shit. He drained his glass and stood up to get more. He took Yuri's glass as well and topped it off. When Yuri was done, Otabek took the braid out of his pocket handing it back to him.
"No stupid. You keep it. This way you can always pull my hair." Yuri looked over to Otabek and saw his eyes had watered up. "Hey, Beka...what is it?"
Otabek sat his glass down, covering his face with his hands, trying not to cry as well.
"What is it about you? No matter how I feel towards you, it is extreme. I either want to strangle you or fuck you through a wall."
Yuri gasped at that. Otabek started laughing. "Sorry, that last part was a bit…." Lifting his head from his hands, Yuri could see his face was red.
"Yura, fuck… I'm sorry. I assumed everything wrong."
Yuri put his hand on his cheek, Otabek leaned into it. "Beka, if there is one thing we can do perfectly, it is fuck up."
Otabek laughed at this.
Yuri looked at him seriously, "I promise I won't leave in the morning."
Otabek leaned in kissing him. It was soft, it was gentle. Leaning back he took the glass from Yuri setting it next to his, he pushed back onto the bed and Yuri moved back with him. Otabek pulled a strand of hair. Yuri yelped and smacked his hand away. Otabek laughed and pulled him onto him. Yuri kissed him and settled his body on top of him. Otabek was running his hands down his back. The kiss was soft, gentle. They were not in a rush. Yuri moving his hands up Otabek's neck, undid the tie in his hair, letting his hair fall around his face. He was running his fingers through his hair, hearing him moaning lightly. Yuri sat back on his knees, slipped his jacket off. Otabek sat up doing the same. Yuri grabbed Otabek's tie, pulling him into him, kissing him deeper this time. Otabek wrapped his arms around him, tugging his shirt out of his pants, and moving his hands underneath. Feeling the warmth of his skin. Breaking the kiss, Yuri started to undo Otabek's tie and unbutton his shirt. Otabek was doing the same to Yuri. They weren't rushing, but they weren't going slow either. Once the shirts were off, Yuri decided to just undo his pants as well, but left his briefs on. Otabek pulled off him and did the same, leaving his boxers on. They rejoined and Yuri took Otabek's face in his hands, kissing him gently and slowly. Otabek worked his mouth open and they slowly were licking and biting.
Otabek broke from the kiss, and started to kiss around Yuri's jaw. Feeling the stubble there. "Someone finally got facial hair I feel…" he chuckled.
"Fuck you."
"Working on it." Otabek latched onto his neck, he bit down hearing Yuri hiss out, then he gently pulled his hair. Otabek licked the spot he bit, then wrapped his lips around it, sucking harder. He wanted that pale flesh purple. He sucked harder, feeling Yuri pull his hair harder and start to rock against him, moaning out. Otabek slowly pushes Yuri down to the mattress, never letting go of his neck. He can feel Yuri's leg wrap around his waist. Lifting up from Yuri's neck, he sees the dark purple mark on there. He smirks and starts kissing around his neck to the other side.
Yuri is moaning out, thrusting his hips into Otabek. The more he thrust the harder they are getting. Yuri is grabbing his shoulders, running his hands over any skin he can reach. Otabek feels like he is on fire, and Yuri is being swallowed by the flame. "Beka…" He called out and he felt Otabek press his hard length into his. They both moaned out, their cocks rubbing against the other through their briefs.
Otabek moved his mouth back to Yuri's mouth, Yuri moved his hands back into his hair, tugging it the way he knew Otabek liked. Otabek moaned into his mouth, biting his lower lip gently. They started moving their hard cocks harder together, moaning and kissing. They were breathing heavy and Yuri kept pulling his hair to bring his mouth down on him. Their hips moving faster, both having wet spots on their underwear, Yuri pulled Otabek's hair harder still and Otabek cried out, his hips stilling for a moment, Yuri knew Otabek had cum. He could feel the extra dampness. That brought his orgasm on, as when Otabek came he was grinding down harder on him, giving him that extra friction he needed. Yuri cried out, biting down on Otabek's shoulder. They were breathing hard and Otabek was kissing all around Yuri's face.
Otabek rolled to his side, pulling boxers down, wiping himself clean, throwing them on the floor. Yuri did the same. Then Yuri went, pulling the covers back, climbing under as Otabek looked at him. Otabek turned off the light and pulled Yuri to him.
"Beka?"
"Hrm?"
"Let's never fight again."
He pulled his hair, Yuri cursed. "I can't promise that, but I can promise, I'll try to listen better, and I'll always pull your hair."
"Fucking hate you Beka."
"Likewise Yura."
Otabek kisses the top of Yuri's head, twirling his fingers in those golden strand.
"I'll be here in the morning." Yuri cuddled in more, wrapping his arms around Otabek.
"You better fucking be." Otabek hugged him tighter. He wasn't letting him go anytime soon.
