Hey guys, how do? Hope everyone has had a good week, here's the next chapter, I really hope you enjoy it and have a lovely weekend :D

If there is one thing Yuri has discovered over the last few months since he returned to Russia is that long distance relationships suck ass! It's not as if he expected to see Otabek any more than he had when they were just friends but he had hoped that he would be able to now that they were using the 'B' word to introduce each other. And they are using it.

The real kicker that jolted Yuri into 'holy shit Otabek is actually my boyfriend' was when he got a text asking for a selfie: A clothed one preferably, my mum wants to see a picture of my new boyfriend, although feel free to send a not so clothed one later ;) Yuri's heart had actually leapt at that. Saying it among their friends was one thing but actually telling their respective families about it was another thing entirely.

It prompted Yuri to tell his grandfather when he saw him again who asked, in true grandfather fashion, if Otabek was in some kind of gang when Yuri showed him a picture of Otabek sitting astride his motorbike in his leather jacket. It felt good to be able to tell him and Nikolai had said to bring Otabek over the next time they were in Moscow.

Most of his interaction with Otabek is still done through the internet. They call, text, Skype and Snapchat (Yuri's favourites are the ones Otabek sends when he's just gotten out of the shower and he thinks back to that hotel room in London). It really sucks not being able to see him every day and he finds himself actually getting jealous of Viktor and Yuuri. Maybe when we're both done with skating we can move in together...

The distance is also serving as the world's biggest reminder that they didn't actually have sex the last time they were together. Not for lack of trying on Yuri's part and it's not as if they slept in full clothes and read religious texts to stave off the hormones but it still would have been nice to feel Otabek inside him, pounding him into a mattress until he can't breathe. He's jerked off a lot over the last few months and he occasionally thinks that he should tell Otabek just how many times he's written his own happy ending while thinking about him but that might only serve to make the longing worse.

The solution to all his problems bellow the belt comes in the form of soft moaning coming from the changing rooms at the rink one afternoon. There's no one around, they're all out front and as far as he was aware Mila is supposed to be in the shower but the voice that sounds so hot under the collar is definitely hers. What the fuck is she doing in there?

Feeling a little creepy he silently makes his way over to the door. It's open a crack and he peaks inside. Mila is on the phone, her back to the door (which seems a bit daft considering she didn't even bother to close it properly, never mind lock it) and her right arm seems to be jerking slightly. Yuri can't see where her hand is from the angle she's sitting but he's got a pretty fucking good idea of what she's doing.

"Oh fuck, Sara!" she moans softly, her voice stilted and chocked as she tries to be quiet, and Yuri realises he shouldn't have been surprised that she's on the phone with the Italian girl. "I'm so close, wish you were here right now. Wanna eat you out till you cum all over my face."

Jesus!

And that is the point Yuri promptly backs away, red faced and feeling even more of a creep than he had already. Still being as quiet as he possibly can (although there is no way in hell Mila is going to hear him even if he pelted it) he swiftly scarpers off down the corridor, his mind racing and his face scarlet.

How had that thought never occurred to him before? He hadn't even considered the possibility of phoning Otabek and inviting him to listen in on one of his jerking off session. Also Skype existed, he could video call and put on a show for him. A whole new world of possibilities of how to still keep the intimacy they had shared in that hotel room alive until they next saw each other. Then again he had no idea how he would even start something like that. He had tried to send a dirty text once but had gotten embarrassed and deleted it. The most he had managed to do was send Otabek a selfie of himself without a shirt on once.

He stops (now that he's far enough away from Mila and Sara getting freaky on the phone) and slams his face against the wall. He needs help and he needs to know who to turn to. Mila's out, he doesn't think he can look her in the eye for at least a month now. Georgi is out as well as he'll be really over dramatic about the whole thing and there is no way in hell that he's going to ask Viktor – he'll never let Yuri live it down. Under normal circumstances if he had a problem he didn't know how to solve he'd ask Otabek but asking your own boyfriend for advice about how to initiate phone sex with him is just the height of lame.

No it seems that he has only one option and thankfully it's standing right next to him wondering why on earth he seems to be standing alone in a corridor, bashing his head against the wall. The hand on his shoulder makes him jump as he had thought that he was alone but he turns to see Yuuri standing next to him, looking concerned.

"You okay, hun?" Yuuri asks, an eyebrow raised.

"I need you," Yuri exclaims, grabbing the sleeve of Yuuri's jacket, "like right now."

"O... kay..." Yuuri says, dragging the word out. "What for?"

"I need advice," Yuri replies.

"Oh sure thing," Yuuri smiles. "What kind of advice?"

"Sex advice."

Yuuri's smile falters. "Um... I don't know if I'm really the best person to ask about that," he says after a pause. "Maybe you should talk to Viktor or..."

"No!" Yuri shouts and surprises even himself with how vehemently he does not want to talk to Viktor about this. "Please," he begs, "it has to be you."

"Well I'll do my best," Yuuri chuckles. "What do you need?"

"I need to learn how to initiate phone sex with Otabek."

There is a long pause as that sinks in for both of them.

"Would you like to go and get some lunch?" Yuuri asks after the silence has stretched on for too long.

"What?" Yuri asks, confused.

"I'm starving and I think we'd both handle this better if we had some food," Yuuri says.

"Okay," Yuri says. He's still confused but he'll go with it. He needs the help and he could really do with eating something.

"Let's go then," Yuuri says smiling at him and walking away.

"Okay," Yuri says again, jogging to catch up with him.

Twenty minutes later the two of them are sitting in a Starbucks around the corner from the rink, Yuri picking awkwardly at some kind of pastry. He didn't pay attention to what he was ordering but it isn't terrible. Yuuri is sitting across the table from him, waiting patiently for him to begin but Yuri just can't find the words. My god I'm pathetic, he thinks. If I can't even start this conversation how the fuck am I going to be able to start one with Otabek.

"So you want to learn about having long distance relationships with someone," Yuuri says finally when it becomes apparent that Yuri needs a little coaxing.

"No I want to know about –"

"I know," Yuuri says cutting him off, "I'm just aware that we're in a public place right now."

"Oh..."

"So what's suddenly brought this on?" Yuuri asks.

"I heard Mila on the phone with her girlfriend," Yuri replies.

"Okay."

"They were kinda going at it."

"Right..."

"So I was just thinking that maybe that was something I could think about doing with Otabek," Yuri says. "'Cause I want to be able to... do those kinds of things and do more when I see him."

"But you don't know how to go about it?" Yuuri finishes.

"Yeah basically," Yuri says. "I can't believe I'm about to ask this, because I'm not sure I want to know the answer but have you and Viktor ever done anything like that before?"

"Once or twice," Yuuri replies. "When one of us has been away at a competition or if I've gone to Hasetsu and Viktor hasn't been able to come with me, for whatever reason, we've had a... ah... private phone call in the evening when everyone has gone to bed."

"Okay so how do you start one of those things?" Yuri asks.

"It very much depends," Yuuri replies. "Sometimes it comes naturally and the conversation just flows that way, sometimes you have to steer it in that direction and sometimes you can just use the direct approach of 'hey I'm horny and thinking about you with my hand down my pants'." That last option has no finesse or grace and it's very much Yuri's style of approach – all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

"Right okay so what exactly do you do from there?" he asks. "I mean I know that basics, I'm not fucking stupid, but like do you just tell each other what you want to do and what you're currently doing while you jack off?"

"Pretty much," Yuuri replies. "There's not really a whole lot more to it. You could try it over Skype, if you're a bit nervous about the whole describing things part but if you're worried that you're going to be blushing the entire time over the phone might be better because then he can't see your face."

"Right..."

"The first time Viktor and I tried it I spent the entire conversation fighting the urge to just die of embarrassment but you lose that after a while."

"So..." Yuri begins. He isn't sure that he wants to voice what is in his head out loud and he can feel himself blushing, heat radiating off his face. "So if I do this Otabek won't get bored or anything?"

"What do you mean?" Yuuri asks.

"Like he won't get bored of me because we're in different countries and can't exactly do this stuff on a regular basis?" Yuri clarifies. The look Yuuri gives him screams pity and Yuri can feel himself blushing even more.

"Oh Yura of course he's not going to get bored with you," Yuuri says. "I don't think anyone can get bored of you."

"I'm not sure how to take that."

"It was meant as a compliment," Yuuri assures him.

"Oh..."

"Listen Otabek has waited all this time for you to tell him how you feel so he'll wait until you're ready for this," Yuuri says.

"But how can you be so sure?" Yuri asks.

"I've seen the way he looks at you," Yuuri replies. "Trust me, he'll wait."

"Oh... okay." Yuri hadn't thought about it like that. Sure, Otabek had told him that he had wanted the two of them to get together since Barcelona and that's a long time to be holding a candle to someone. Being with Otabek is kind of like a dream come true and Yuri doesn't want to accidentally mess it all up.

"If you feel ready and want to then go for it," Yuuri tells him. "Otabek won't push you and he won't lose interest in you if you don't feel ready for it."

"Okay," Yuri nods. He gives Yuuri a small smile. "Thanks, sorry this was kinda painful."

"It's fine," Yuuri says waving him off. "You know I'm always here if you want to talk. Aside from the fact that we're practically family you helped me through all that stuff with Viktor a few years ago so of course I'm going to help you."

The conversation turns to much easier topics as they finish eating before the two of them head back to practice. Just before he has to go back out on the ice Yuri sends a text to Otabek: 'call me tonight, 9pm your time'. He spends the rest of the afternoon thrumming with anticipation after getting a message in return saying 'okay looking forward to it'.

As they leave practice Yuuri suggests to Viktor about going out for the evening, throwing a wink Yuri's way. Oh lord, praise be to the Katsudon, he knows what's up. Viktor agrees immediately, blissfully unaware, leaving Yuri alone in the house. It's nearing nine o'clock in Kazakhstan and Yuri's practically vibrating with excitement. He deposits Potya outside of his bedroom (which she is very unhappy about) and jams a chair behind the door so that neither her or Makkachin can get in before stripping off his t-shirt and jeans, going to lie in the centre of his bed and wait.

He doesn't have to wait very long before his phone begins to ring. He presses the answer button and holds the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey you," Otabek's silky voice says done the phone. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah just wanted to hear your voice," Yuri replies. He sounds like a sappy, love struck teenager but he can't even be bothered to care as he allows the hand not holding the phone to slowly graze his fingers of the expanse of stomach just above the waistband of his boxers. "How was your day?"

"Not too bad," Otabek replies. "Predictable. How about you?"

"Yeah it was fine," Yuri replies still lazily stroking his stomach, he can feel himself beginning to stir in his boxers and he wants to get this started as quickly as possible. "I've been thinking."

"What about?" Otabek asks.

"You," Yuri replies, "and when you come over to see me next month."

"Oh yeah?"

"I've been think about all the things we can do together," Yuri says. His cheeks are on fire and he's very glad that he took Yuuri's advice and went for a phone call rather than a video call on Skype. "All the things we can do when we're alone in my room."

"Yura..." Otabek's voice is a low, seductive growl and Yuri knows he's understood what he is implying.

"I've been thinking about it all afternoon," Yuri says (and it's not entirely untrue although he had made sure to keep his thoughts in check as skating with a hard on is virtually impossible). "Just thinking about you and me in my room, naked and in my bed."

"Mmm I like the sound of that," Otabek says. "Are you alone?"

"Yeah Katsudon took Viktor out on an old people date night." Yuri replies, neglecting to mention that it was done entirely for their benefit. He might just die of embarrassment if he says it out loud.

"Good, then you can be as loud as you want," Otabek says and Yuri can hear the smirk in his voice. "Want me to get you off like I did in London?"

"Yes please," Yuri moans softly. "I want you to hold me down and fuck me, hard and fast, into my mattress."

"Oh don't worry I'll fuck you but it won't be fast," Otabek says and Yuri can feel the fire in his gut springing to life. "I'll lie you down, pin you to the mattress and make sure you feel every thrust as I pound into you."

"Oh fuck Otya," Yuri groans and he doesn't stop his hand from slipping into his boxers to take hold of his fully hard cock and begin pumping it. "Oh fuck, I'm touching myself thinking about you, wish you were here with me."

"If I was there with you I'd make you feel so good Yura," Otabek pants and it sends a jolt straight to Yuri's cock to know that he's making Otabek just as hot under the collar as he's making him.

"Oh yeah? Tell me," he demands.

"I'd get you on your hands and knees and open you up with my fingers, nice and slow so I can see you stretching around me," Otabek says and Yuri can't help but note the rasp in his voice. "I might even get you open with my tongue as well, if you're okay with that."

"Oh fuck yes!" Yuri moans, his thrusts beginning to speed up.

"I bet you look delicious with your ass in the air, just begging for my cock," Otabek groans. "Just the thought of it is making me so hard."

"Are you touching yourself as well?" Yuri asks but it turns into more of a chocked off moan as his arousal spikes.

"With a voice like that down the phone how could I not?"

"Oh god Otya!"

"Wish I could see you right now," Otabek groans. "Wish I could see you fingering yourself open, just desperate for my cock and you are desperate for it, aren't you?"

"Oh god I want it so badly," Yuri groans. He's so thankful that Yuuri and Viktor aren't home otherwise he would just die of embarrassment. A part of him actually wants to grab his lube from his bedside table and finger himself but he doesn't think he could prise his hand away from his cock even if he wanted to.

"How badly?" Otabek asks,

"I want you to fill me up," Yuri pants. "Go in balls deep and fuck me till I'm screaming and leaving scratches all over your back."

"God Yura you're so fucking stunning..."

"I'm gonna cum," Yuri gasps as his arousal spikes and he can feel his cock pulsing in his hand.

"Cum for me beautiful," Otabek growls. "Don't hold back."

A few more pumps of his hand and Yuri cums with a loud moan, coating his chest as he does. A chocked off grunt sounds down the phone and he just about hears it over his own heavy breathing as Otabek cums seconds later.

"Oh fuck that was amazing," Yuri gasps once he's managed to catch his breath.

"Hell yeah is was," Otabek agrees. "I can't wait till I see you and I can do that to you for real."

"I love you," Yuri gasps without thinking. As soon as the words are out of his mouth Yuri instantly regrets them. Oh god! Why the fuck did I just say that? He's going to hang up, he's going to think I'm an idiot, he's going to...

"I love you too," Otabek says and Yuri's heart all but stops. "I can't wait to see you next month."

"Me too, it's going to be awesome." He can feel his cheeks heating and he has to fight the threatening tears because, holy shit, Otabek said he loves him too!

"And I'll make good on my promise this time," Otabek says.

"Oh yeah?"

"I'll remember the lube and the condoms this time," he says and Yuri can hear the grin in his voice. His stomach jolts and if he hadn't just cum then that would probably be enough to get him hard again.

"Can't wait."