Chapter 7: Goodnight Sweet Prince
Thankfully, Otabek was able to sneak Yuri out of the room without anyone noticing. They didn't need someone spotting them and starting a conversation, one that would both take forever to complete and trap them there. After leaving the banquet hall he successfully managed to drag Yuri back to his room without much protest from the younger boy. All his remaining clothes stayed in place as well, which was also quite helpful. It meant less for Otabek to manage and less of a chance of him getting distracted, definitely a bonus.
"Yuri, where's your key?" Otabek asked, shifting Yuri's weight so he could open the wooden door.
"I don't know", Yuri mumbled fumbling at his pockets. This boy would be the death of him.
Otabek searched the pockets of Yuri's jacket. The only thing he found was Yuri's phone. Otabek took the time to inspect the honey comb and tiger case, getting a good look at it for the first time. 'Where did he even find this?' Otabek wondered to himself. Though in a weird way it did seem very Yuri.
"Nothing. Are you sure it's not in your pockets?" He considered checking himself but that would be way too awkward. He also doubted Yuri was currently drunk enough to be that stupid.
"Yea" Yuri adjusted his jaw, creating a very audible popping sound. Otabek wondered how he was fine after that but, Yuri didn't even acknowledge it so Otabek assumed he was ok.
"Okay, I'm going to take you to my room for now then." he said, unsure of where else to leave Yuri. His teammates were all back in their rooms, and he doubted Yuri would consent to staying with one of them anyone. As much as Otabek liked to think Yuri liked his teammates, Yuri was very bad at showing it.
"m'kay" Yuri said, slurring his words.
Otabek half dragged Yuri back to his room. The combination of the late hour and alcohol leaving Yuri fairly unable to walk on his own.
He propped Yuri up against the red and gold wallpaper so he could find his key. Otabek pushed open the door, letting Yuri through first.
Yuri wobbled into the still neat hotel room. The fluffy green comforter of the bed looked so inviting. He let himself collapse onto it.
The bed didn't smell like the room. It smelled earthy, like being outside after a summer rain shower. That was the best way his hazy mind could describe it. 'But better, definitely better' Yuri thought to himself. Yuri vaguely remembered this smell from his motorcycle ride however, that one contained much more leather smell, and this was more purely Otabek. It fit him. Yuri drunk in the feeling of safety he associated with the smell. The peace of it forcing his eyes to close and helping him quickly fall asleep.
Otabek looked down at the sleeping Yuri and smiled, hiding the expression out of habit. He couldn't help but echo Horatio by whispering "Good night, sweet prince," ( .397) thankfully the rest of the quote didn't apply. Yuri really did look like a sleeping prince though. The way his mouth hung open slightly, the way his hair fell on and around his face. How his hand lay open next to him, his fingers gracefully bent. Part of Otabek wanted to fill the space between those fingers, but Yuri just looked too peaceful, and Otabek didn't want to wake him up.
Otabek figured he should get some sleep himself. He looked over and saw the wooden chair in the corner of the room. That would work well enough. He sank down into it after taking his jacket off, his limbs hung over parts of it as he tried to twist himself into a comfortable position. This was one time Otabek was happy to be a bit shorter than average.
Notes: A short chapter, but one that contains content I have been waiting very patiently to share with you all.
Thank you to Shakespeare for his amazing words. The quote is from Hamlet for anyone who isn't aware. By the way, me being the theatre nerd that I am has to announce that the Tony's are on tonight and I'm super excited. Hope I didn't scare anyone too much with the quote, but honestly I don't think I could ever kill off our angry tiger. :) Have a nice day everyone!
