Chapter 7
"YURI!"
Yuri's entire body jerked and he whipped his head around towards the sound of his name, only to find Victor, his instructor, scowling at him. He made a face right back before he realized several of the girls in his class were staring and giggling at him. Yuri felt his face go hot and he turned around to face the mirrored wall behind him.
He'd been daydreaming again, hadn't he? But he couldn't help it! The last several days had been…. He sighed and placed a hand on the bar, leg lifting so that he could rest the curve of his foot for a stretch. And besides, he had this routine down better than anyone else, why was Victor being such an ass about it? So he was a little distracted. He'd be fine.
The rest of the class held his full attention, if only because he didn't want to be singled out again like before. After class Victor held him back. Of course he did, Yuri thought, hands in the pockets of his coat as he leaned against the wall and waited for everyone to leave. Once they were alone, Victor leaned up against the wall beside Yuri and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, genuine concern in his tone. It made Yuri's skin prickle but that didn't stop the warmth he felt at it too.
"Nothing is wrong, I'm fine. And I'm doing just fine with this routine too, so I don't understand why you—"
"You missed a step."
Yuri paused and looked up at Victor, who in turn looked down at him and cocked an eyebrow.
"I can see that you're distracted by something. It shows in the way your body moves. You're stiff and tense and your mind is clearly somewhere else."
Damn… was it really that bad? Yuri scowled, head bent as his eyes traced the little veins of blue in the grey floor.
He'd seen Otabek a few more times since they'd met up at the club about a week ago. Neither one of them seemed to be able to get enough of their bodies, and he did have to admit that he was a bit tired. And maybe a little sore? And maybe Otabek had been on his mind almost constantly since that first night? His hands, his voice, his tongue and his—
"Yuri, I'm concerned not only because I'm your instructor, and your performance reflects on me as well as you. We're family, aren't we?" Not by blood, Yuri thought, glad to have his thoughts pulled away from Otabek for a moment so he didn't embarrass himself with that line of thinking. Their families had just been friends since the dawn of time, and of course had pushed them together when Yuri had shown the slightest interest in ballet. Victor was like a big brother that he hated just as much as he loved.
"Is it a girl?" Victor asked, leaning in closer to Yuri who in turn looked up at him sharply. His eyes narrowed.
"No." He immediately regretted even answering when Victor's brow rose.
"A boy then?"
Yuri turned bright red and his lip curled when Victor stood up straighter and laughed, placing a long fingered hand over his eyes, his silver-blond hair falling forward to cover his palm.
"So what if it is, that has nothing to do with this!" Yuri fumed and pushed against the wall to stomp away from the laughter.
Victor's hand shot out and grabbed Yuri's arm, pulling him to a stop.
"Yuri, Yuri, Yuri. You know that I don't care if it's a boy, or a girl, or a new puppy you've just gotten." He stepped closer as the door opened, and a plain looking, slightly disheveled man stepped inside the room.
"You need to learn that out there," Victor gestured vaguely towards the door. "Stays out there when you walk into this room. When you step on stage, the stage is your life, the dance is all that matters. And then once it's over, and you're back on that street, then everything else matters."
"I don't—"
Victor's arm swept towards the man standing awkwardly at the door. "You see, Yuuri and I have plans after class today. Plans that I am very excited to get to. Could you tell during class that I wanted to hurry up and get to him as quickly as possible?"
At the door, Yuuri cleared his throat softly and didn't look their way. Yuri scowled at Victor, because of course he hadn't been able to tell. Victor was flawless in instruction as always. He crossed his arms and glared at the man named Yuuri.
"You need to learn how to shut it off for a bit, Yuri. I won't have my star distracted by anything during our performance."
"Yeah, yeah." Yuri grumbled, looking down at his feet again as they shuffled his weight.
"You wouldn't want to be replaced, would you?" Yuri's jaw clenched and he didn't answer. He didn't need to; Victor knew full well that he wouldn't stand for it.
"Now!" Victor clapped his hands together and led Yuri towards the door. "I don't care if you have a boyfriend now or not. In here, you think about dance. Okay?" He smiled that smile that made Yuri want to hit him, but he simply nodded and stepped out into the hallway. He wasn't about to correct Victor on his assumption that he had a boyfriend, and open up any further dialogue. He wanted to go home and sulk and try to figure out how to focus in class on class, and not that sexy beast he'd been tangling with lately.
Victor greeted his guest, kissing his cheek in a sickening display before they walked out and he turned to lock the door behind him. Yuri was in the middle of gagging as he turned, when spit caught in his throat and he nearly choked. Victor turned, concerned for Yuri puckering his brow, when he noticed what, or who rather, must have caused Yuri's reaction.
A few yards away Otabek stood, leaned up against his motorcycle, phone in hand as he tapped away at some game. Yuri hadn't arranged to meet him there, and while his heart was beating so hard he feared for his ribcage, his stomach rolled with anxiety. Oh God, Victor would take one look at the leather jacket and the motorcycle and—
"Oooh, Yuri. You have a dangerous boyfriend." Victor teased.
"Shut up!" Yuri hissed, breaking away from the two at the door and rushing over to Otabek.
"What are you doing here?" Yuri whispered, and he watched Otabek's eyes jump back towards Victor and Yuuri, both of whom were staring in their direction.
"Sorry. I should have asked first." Otabek greeted, but he smiled at Yuri regardless. "I was over this way for practice today and I thought I'd see if you wanted a ride. Since it's on my way." He shrugged and Yuri wanted to lean forward and sniff him. Lick him. Crawl onto his lap and screw as he drove his bike. He rolled his eyes at himself, flushing, and stole a glance over his shoulder. God, they were still there.
"Yeah, sure. Can we go so those creepy fuckers quit staring?" Yuri snatched up the helmet he had used before and slapped it over his head.
He heard Otabek chuckle as he slipped onto the back of the bike and waited for him to settle before starting it up. He loved this, the purr of the engine, the vibration between his legs, Otabek's warm, solid body before him to lean against as they wound through the streets. He'd only taken two other rides with Otabek, but he was tempted to look into getting his own bike once he could drive… and could afford it.
It was a shame that they couldn't talk while they drove, but Yuri took the chance to settle his brain a little. He hadn't expected to see Otabek just yet. The last time they had parted, the day his grandfather was to return from visiting people out of town, they had spent the morning tangled on Yuri's bed, alternating between cuddling blissfully and slow fucking until their brains melted. It had been magical as far as Yuri was concerned, and had ended all too quickly. Otabek had kissed him, a slow press of lips that left Yuri reeling, and promised that they would see each other soon. And while they had exchanged a few text messages since then, Yuri had resigned himself that it would be the weekend, at the soonest, that he would get the chance to be with Otabek again.
Instead, the man had shown up unannounced to drive him home. Yuri felt his face heat under the helmet and bit his lip. No way he'd squeal like a girl, even if the noise from the engine would drown it out.
They arrived at his house far too quickly for his tastes, Otabek stopping just out of sight of the large front window and turning off the engine. Yuri slipped from the back and removed the helmet, running his fingers back through his messy hair before attaching it to the back like Otabek had shown him. When he was finished, he paused, seeing that Otabek had taken off his helmet as well and was smiling at him.
"You busy tomorrow night?" He asked and Yuri cocked a hip to rest his weight on one leg.
"I have class." He answered. No way he could ditch either. Too close to their performance and now Victor knew about Otabek.
"After?" Yuri's stomach fluttered but he shook his head.
"Curfew. I'm supposed to come back home right after."
"Ah. Right." Otabek went quiet and looked off down the road and Yuri watched his profile while he seemed to drift off into his thoughts. It wasn't as irritating as it used to be and he frowned.
"Friday then. My house won't be as full of people and we can hang out in my room."
"Uhm, sure. Okay." Smooth, Yuri. He grumbled softly to himself and turned to leave, but stopped with something tugged at his shirt. He turned back, eyes wide as Otabek pulled him closer and leaned forward to press their lips together.
"I can't stop thinking about the sounds you make when I'm inside you."
His head was going to explode, he was sure of it. Just POP, right off and no one would be able to find all the pieces. Yuri let out a shuddering breath and closed his eyes, his hand lifting and his fingers curling in the front of Otabek's shirt. His head tipped up and he brushed his lips against the soft ones before him.
"Think you can keep it down at my house?" Teeth found Yuri's lip and bit down, and liquid lust flushed through his veins.
"I can try." He breathed and Otabek chuckled, the sound spreading goosebumps over Yuri's skin.
"I'll just have to make sure your mouth is otherwise occupied I guess."
Oh God, oh God, oh God…. Yuri knew what he wanted to occupy his mouth with, but he'd never actually done that before. What would Otabek taste like? Would he be able to swallow like all those guys in pornos?
"Promise?" Otabek growled quietly and kissed him deeply, tongue dominating Yuri's and tasting his soul.
"I'll pick you up after class Friday." He reluctantly pulled away, leaving Yuri to weave dangerously on the curb.
Otabek lifted his helmet and Yuri watched him pause, his dark eyes sweeping Yuri up and down before a lecherous smirk tilted his lips. The helmet quickly covered his face and Otabek started up the engine, sound roaring to life in the quiet neighborhood. He gave Yuri a little wave with his gloved hand before he was gone. Yuri just stood there, watching his form disappear. He couldn't go inside just yet. Not with his face blazing and his lips swollen from the kiss. His hand rose and he pressed his fingers against the heated softness, and smiled to himself.
He couldn't wait for Friday.
A/N This was supposed to be fluff but Otabek ruined it with his dirty mouth.
