Yuri couldn't think, he couldn't concentrate. All through practice he was angry, he was mad, he wanted to stab something then set it on fire. Lilia yelled at him for not paying attention and concentrating, then he saw Yuuri go speak with her and she left him alone. He wanted to go punch Yuuri for butting in, but also wanted to thank him as well. All he really wanted to do was to leave and to get back to Otabek. He knew he was ok being with Victor, but he wanted him there with him. He never wanted him out of his sight.

It was probably the longest morning he had ever had. When it was finally time to go shower and change, his frustration levels were peaked. He slammed his locker door so hard it bounced back at him. So he slammed it again. It continued to bounce back at him. Slamming the door over and over, tears streaming down his face, he needed to get his frustration out and if it was on a locker then so be it.

After about another minute slamming his locker door he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Yurio?" It was Yuuri. Yuri fell immediately to the bench, head in his hands and was bawling crying. Yuuri put his arm around him and Yuri clutched onto him crying hard into his shoulder for a few minutes. Pulling back he was feeling better, but still mad. He still wanted to set fire something, not so much stab something.

"Come on Yurio, let's clean up up your face and we will go see Otabek and Victor. I know you don't want your Beka seeing you all upset." Yuuri smiles gently at Yuri and Yuri almost wanted to bitch about him calling Otabek Beka, but he just couldn't. Going over to the sinks Yuuri even get a cloth and washes his face down. He stands there feeling almost childlike, but doesn't at the moment mind it. During his locker slamming fit, everyone had left out the locker room, so they had it to themselves. "Stay right there." Yuuri tells him. Coming back he sees his makeup bag and Yuuri pulls out his eyeliner and looks hopefully at Yuri. Sighing Yuri closes his eyes and allows Yuuri to trace his eye lids. He did them the way he had the first time he went to pick up Otabek. Thin and perfect.

Yuri looked in the mirror and smiled. He remembered how Otabek says he never wears his hair down, so he just put a small braid at the top to keep out his face and they go get their bags to leave.

He almost wanted to run to the cafe and Yuuri was walking entirely too slow. He would pick up the pace and Yuuri would too. It is only a couple blocks but it felt like miles. He could finally spot them. Otabek was leaned casually against the wall and Victor and him were just talking. His eyes grew wide and he dropped his bag taking off in a run to Otabek. "BEKA!" He yelled out and couldn't get to him fast enough. Jumping at him and wrapping his legs around Otabek, Otabek caught him easily and laughed as Yuri kissed him fiercely, he tasted like bourbon and Yuri wondered why he was drinking so damn early in the morning. .

Victor was laughing and Yuuri coming up the street had grabbed Yuri's bag. "And he complains about us?" Victor said, hugging his husband and kissing him gently.

"Seriously Yurio!" Victor laughs out and Yuri realizes what he just did and unwraps himself from Otabek. He has a blush on his cheeks and he sees Otabek smiling at him. "I missed you too Yura."

"You taste like bourbon."

"Had a drink."

"Figured that shit out."

Otabek laughed and they all walked into the cafe to eat. They had not managed to eat a lot at breakfast and all back together, realised just how hungry they were. Halfway through the meal they all started talking again.

"So what are you going to do Otabek?" Yuuri asked.

"Well, Victor said there was a mechanics school I could enroll in. We went over my finances and the money I do have. I could enroll and get a part time job for the time being."

"He accepted the offer to stay with us by the way." Victor said smiling.

Yuri looked up and locked eyes with Otabek. "What? Really?" Yuri whispered.

"Well Yura, if that is ok with you. I don't want to impose in on you. But with your schedule and mine once I get things.…" Otabek stopped talking and looked nervous and his eyes had a scared look to them.

Yuuri coughed, "Hey Victor, didn't you say you wanted to grab a loaf of bread for dinner tonight? Let's go see what they have." Victor taking the hint got up with Yuri leaving them two alone.

"Yura, I know I should have talked to you, but with everything going on, I would go broke in two years if I didn't stay with you all. The schooling itself is two years, Victor brought it up and well…" Otabek was looking down at the table fidgeting with his napkin.

Yuri finally catching on, grabbed his hand and Otabek looked up to him. "Beka, if you didn't fucking stay with us I would burn your flat down and then you would have no choice." He leaned in and kissed him. He felt Otabek smile against his mouth and pulling back he saw that smile again. His face was not stern, it was Otabek, it was relaxed and it was happy at that moment.

Yuuri and Victor returned with a bag and they finished their lunch with light talk. Otabek and Yuri talked over different things he could do and apply for around town. Victor brought up the bookstore a block away as they saw a sign up and Otabek was huge into reading.

After lunch Victor said for Yuri to take the afternoon off and go rest a bit. Him and Yuuri were headed to the rink for a bit. As Otabek and Yuri walked back down the block they stopped into the bookstore and Otabek grabbed an application. He grabbed one at the coffee shop next door as well. "Just in case" he said.

Walking back they went back up the flat to drop off Yuri's bag and Otabek wanted to go on a ride on the motorbike. He said it helped cleared his head. As Yuri was setting his bag down, Otabek approached from behind and hugged him. Burying his face in Yuri's hair. "Thank you Yura." Was all he managed to say. Yuri turned around and hugged him. They stood there just holding each other for the longest time. "Yura, do you really think I can do this?" Otabek all but whispered.

Yuri pulled back and looked at Otabek. "Fuck yeah you can! If anyone can, it is you." Seeing Otabek look down Yuri took his hand lifting his face, "No look at me Beka." Otabek met his eyes, "I am serious here ok? Now out of anyone I know, YOU Otabek Altin can do this. The shit you have told me you have been through, and still going through… If you can do that, I don't even know if there is anything you can't do."

Otabek shakes his head again, "Yura, I did and went through what I did because I was told too. I am 21 years old and this is one of the first decisions I have ever made for myself. It wasn't something small, this is…. Life changing."

"But you are not doing this alone. Can't you see that Beka? I will be here, Victor and the piggy. You've been my best friend and there for me for over three years, let me be here for you."

Otabek just stares into Yuri's eyes. He brushes a strand of hair that has gotten into Yuri's face. Yuri leans in kissing him quickly and gently. "Let's go for that ride. Will you braid my hair?" Otabek nods and Yuri turns around. Braiding his hair they grab their jackets and head out.

They rode for a good hour, the day was sunny and beautiful. Yuri loved wrapping his arms around Otabek, feeling the muscle under him. He took them out to the countryside again. Parking at the base of a hill they head off for a walk. The walked for a bit, gentle conversation going,nothing too heavy. They get to a lookout point and you can see down on the valleys and the edges line the city. Yuri takes Otabek's hand and they just stand there quietly for the longest time.

Otabek finally takes a deep breath, "I have to tell my family."

"I know."

"Victor says I should call them and not go back at all. He is afraid what might happen if I show up. I just feel like…."

"I agree with him."

"I feel like it taking the coward's way out."

"I wouldn't let you go alone."

"Victor said the same thing. That was also a concern. He said you would burn the town down."

"Fuck yeah I would."

Otabek laughs and squeezes Yuri hand pulling him to him, He takes his other hand and leans in kissing him. Yuri steps in closer but Otabek has his hands held at their sides and can only get pressed up against him. He feels Otabek push back and let go of his hands, wrapping his arms around Yuri's waist pulling him in tighter. Otabek started to kiss around Yuri's jawline and down his neck. Yuri was feeling his heartbeat pick up along with his breathing. Taking his hands he grabbed at Otabek's shoulders leaning his head back giving better access. "I love it when you act all badass." Otabek growled in his ear biting gently on his ear lobe. "Who says I'm fucking acting?"

Otabek bites down on his neck causing him to hiss out and pulls Otabek's hair hard. Otabek moans and continues to kiss and lick down his shoulder. Since his sweater was another of Victor's and his jacket was now laying on the ground, his shoulder was peaking out along with his tattoo. Otabek started kissing along it, biting gently and making him moan out.

His pants feel way to tight and constricting and he starts grinding into Otabek, he is grinding back. Otabek pulls back and pushes him up against a tree. Taking his hands he pins them above his head on the tree. He is leaning into Otabek and he is being pushed into the tree, Otabek leans back in kissing him fiercely as their teeth clank and his tongue immediately invading his mouth. Otabek is kissing him so hard and with all the emotions he has held back all his life. Yuri can feel it as his lips are bruising his, as his tongue is looking to take over his mouth, all his anger and hatred is being kissed out of him.

When they finally needed to breath again, Otabek pulls back, resting his head forehead on Yuri's. They are breathing heavily. "We need to get back… now." Is all Otabek says and Yuri smiles back at him. "Yes we do."

Headed back to the bike Otabek never let go of Yuri's hand. Once back at the bike Otabek looked at him, "Don't even think about any games on the way back." His face was stern and Yuri could only blush and smile. "I'm not making any promises." and kisses his cheek hopping on behind him and immediately starts to press against him allowing his hands to roam all over his chest and abs. Otabek already knows this is going to be a long ride back.

"Yura, you're going to be the death of me."

Yuri took sympathy on Otabek and only teased him through half of the ride till he could feel him growling. Laughing he wrapped his arms around him, laying his cheek on his back and just let himself hold Otabek to him for the rest of the ride.

Once back in the parking desk they hop off the bike and before he can get his helmet off, Otabek takes his hand and starts pulling him. Tugging him through the deck and up the stairs all the way to the flat, Otabek says nothing but has a purpose to his walk.

Once they get in the flat, he finally gets the helmet off, setting it on the counter and then he feels Otabek behind him pressing into him, pressing him to the counter as well. Otabek starts pushing his hair off his neck trailing kisses down his neck and pressing his cock into his ass, he is half hard, pushing back against him. Otabek growls into his neck and grabs his hips pulling them back against him. Otabek bites his neck, then reaches around to start palming his cock through his pants.

"Beka!" He moans out.

Otabek continues kissing his neck and palming him. Moaning and breathing heavy he tilts his head back allowing Otabek better access to his neck. Otabek takes advantage of this and starts kissing, licking and biting. Latching on hard he feels Otabek sucking a spot hard and not letting up. "Beka!" He yells out and feels the pressure on his cock increase and he is painfully hard in his pants. Reaching up behind him he start running his fingers through Otabek's hair.

Otabek turns him around, lifting him to the counter, sitting him on it. He lifted him so easily, it turned him on even more. Leaning down he takes Otabek;s face in his hands and starts kissing him roughly. Teeth clanking, tongues battling, moaning into each others mouth, he feels Otabek undoing the buttons on his pants. Kissing him harder he can feel the hand slowly unzipping his pants, working his hand inside them, stroking his cock over his briefs, he moans. Pulling back from Otabek's mouth he leans back, watching Otabek pull his cock out of his briefs, he lifts up a bit so Otabek can slide his pants down, taking his briefs with them. Leaning back against the wall, feeling the cold counter top on his naked ass, he looks at Otabek, staring at him, Otabek takes him back in his hand, stroking him up and down.

Otabek gives him a smirk and leans down, kissing the tip of his cock, his head falls back against the wall and he moans out. He is already leaking, as he swears being around Otabek makes him leak like a faucet not turned all the way off. Otabek takes his tongue licking his tip, teasing the opening with his tongue. His hands find his way back into Otabek's hair, pulling it gently, he feels that hot mouth starting to suck on the head of his cock. Moaning out, he looks down and sees Otabek starting to take his cock deeper in his mouth. All he can think is how fucking hot this looks. This beautiful man, just sucking his cock, like his life depends on it, just makes him even harder, turning him on even more. He can feel Otabek take him deeper into his mouth and he moans out again. That wet heat surrounding his cock, electrifying his entire body, he can't stop moaning, calling out "Beka" at every opportunity.

Otabek slowly sucks his way back up, pops off loudly, grabbing his cock he looks him dead in the eye, then licks it from base to tip, his tongue tracing that vein running down his cock. Otabek does it again, he is moaning out louder. "Beka, fuck… Beka!" That smirk crosses Otabek's face then he goes, swallowing his cock all the way down to the base. "BEKA!" His back is arching and toes curling. Otabek held himself down at the base of his cock, moaned around him sending vibration through his cock. "FUCK!"

He feels that hot mouth working back up his cock, popping back off him, he takes him into his hand again slowly pumped him up and down, leaning up he kisses him gently. Yuri wraps his arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, wrapping his legs around Otabek. Otabek wrapping his arms around him, slowly working his hands under his ass, he lifts up so Otabek can grab him under his ass and lifts him. He tightens his hold on Otabek and is picked up effortlessly. Otabek carries them back to his room.

Placing him gently on his bed, he sits there, no bottoms on, and the sweater hanging off his shoulder. Taking his hands to the bottom of the sweater he pulls it over his head, throwing it on the floor. Laid out on the bed completely naked, he is aware that Otabek is standing above him, fully dressed, staring down at him.

"Oh Yura…" Otabek pushing his shoulders all the way down to the mattress, climbing on him, "You have no idea just how beautiful you are." then starts to kiss his neck as a hand is trailing down his chest and stomach.

"You have too many clothes on Beka."

"Then take them off me."

He starts to tug Otabek's shirt, lifting it over his head. Otabek starts kissing him again, opening their mouths, deepening the kiss. Taking his hands he is trying to figure out how the hell to take the belt off Otabek's pants, deciding later he is burning all of Otabek's belts after this. The damn thing won't cooperate with him, growling frustrated into Otabek's mouth, he feels Otabek break the kiss, chuckling, he lifts up to his knees.

Still growling he focuses in on the belt. "Yanno, you could fucking help here?"

"I could, but then I don't get those adorable growls that come from you." Otabek is smirking down on him, he would be pissed if it wasn't so sexy when he did that. Fingering along the belt buckle, trying to figure out what the hell the magic words are for this thing, Otabek finally taking pity on him, undoes his belt. He starts kissing Otabek's stomach, taking his hands and undoing his buttons on his pants and zipping them down. Palming Otabek over his briefs he can feel just how hard he is. He starts pushing the pants down, taking the briefs with them, getting them pushed down to his knees, that are resting on the bed, he is pushed back to the mattress and Otabek's mouth is back on his. He feels Otabek pushing the pants off, kicking out of them. He can feel that warm body pressing down onto his, their cocks meeting, moaning he pushes his hips up to meet him.

The feeling of both their hard cocks pressing against one another, has them with their mouths close but not quite touching, breathing and panting heavy. Taking his hands, he is clutching Otabek's shoulder. Otabek leans over to his ear, "Tell me I'm yours, Yura."

"Huh?"

"Tell me I'm yours."

Stopping his hips, he takes his hands and places them on each side of Otabek's face, looking into the dark brown eyes, they are pleading something from him. For once, he has no words.

"Yura, I can't do this alone, and I never could have gotten this far if I wasn't for you, and I feel if you aren't there, I never can. I need to know I'm yours."

"Always." was all he could manage to say as he felt his throat getting tighter. Kissing Otabek gently he wraps his arms around him. The feelings this man brings out of him overwhelm him at times. He was always so angry, but this is different, it hurt, but in a good way.

His head in Otabek's neck, he is holding him tightly to him, trying his hardest not to cry. How could someone depend on him and need him this much? His body starts to shake and Otabek turns them onto their sides facing one another.

"Yura?" Otabek says concerned.

He hides his face in Otabek's chest, pressing up to him. Was Otabek's really his now? As much as he really wanted this, was it all true? Shaking his head he clings hard to Otabek not wanting to ever let him go. Otabek wraps him tightly in his arms rubbing his back.

"Yura… talk to me." Shaking his head he holds him tighter. "Yura, you are worrying me."

Sighing deeply, he pulls back, looking at Otabek's face. Taking his hand, he runs his knuckles down his jaw. He can feel a slight stubble along the jawline. Looking into Otabek's eyes, he can see the concern. A tear slips out his eye, he feels Otabek brush it away.

"Beka… I… I don't want to fuck this up."

"Yura, you won't."

"How do you know this?"

"Yura, I've known you for years, you are my best friend and have always been there for me." he pauses and smirks at him "Plus, I know you would burn anything that got in my way."

Laughing through tears, he leans over, starts kissing Otabek with all the passion he can find in him. Wrapping his arms around him, pulling Otabek to him, he moans, starts to tug his hair with one hand, squeezing Otabek's ass with him other. Otabek rolls back on top of him, moaning deeply in the back of his throat and pressing his cock back against him. He can't help but meet him with each roll of his hips. Moving his hand off his hair, he takes his other hand and grabs his ass hard pulling him down on him even more onto him.

He could feel those ass muscles as Otabek was rolling his hips down on him. Squeezing them hard, Otabek pulls off him mouth breathing hard, rolling his hips into him more. "Beka, I want you so bad."

Otabek moans, stretching out over him, reaching for something off the nightstand. A few more rolls of his hips, he pulls off him, pushes his knees up higher, spreading his legs more. Feeling open, exposed, he is still rocking his hips, though there is nothing there meeting him. Otabek is opening a bottle, dripping something on his finger, then he feels a wet hand on his cock, working him slowly up and down. Thrusting his hips to the movement, he feels another hand working his balls, rolling them gently, then slowly work down further. Moaning loudly he shifts his hips up, the hand is shifting lower, pressing that spot under his balls, rubbing gently, he can feel warmth spreading through his torso, fire in his abs. Moaning out, he feels the hand sliding slowly on his cock. He feels the hand slowly sliding further down, reaching his entrance, slowly circling around, massaging the area gently.

The hand is still slowly moving up and his down cock. So much is going on at once, he feels as if he is going to implode any minute. He feels a slight press at his entrance and a fingertip slowly slips in. Moaning out, grabbing the bedding, pushing his hips into the finger. He can feel it slowly moving in him. As slowly as it went in, it starts to move out, the hand on his cock moving just as slowly. Pure torture. "BEKA!" He calls out. The finger moves back in then out, the next push in feels more. Otabek has slipped in a second finger. Moaning he is trying to move his hips to the fingers but they are working so slowly.

"BEKA!"

He feels them moving in and out of him, Otabek curls his fingers, he sees white sparks behind his eyes, arching his back crying out. "BEKA!" Otabek keeps curling into that spot a few more times, watching him arch his back, call out, pulling the bedding as he cries out. Otabek starts to scissor his fingers a bit, pulling them back out, then in, curling them, watching Yuri come completely undone. Pulling the fingers almost out, Otabek slides a third one in, holding still.

"Fuck Beka, I need you! Stop teasing me dammit!"

Chuckling, Otabek continues the slow torturous in and out of his fingers. Then Otabek slides his fingers all the way out.

Moaning out, feeling empty, he looks up, watches Otabek get the bottle again, putting more in his hand then stroking his cock with it. Otabek reaches over him, grabbing a pillow, "Lift your hips Yura." He does and Otabek places the pillow under his hips.

They lock eyes, Otabek placing his hands back on his legs, spreads them wide, pushing them back more. He watches Otabek grab his cock, lining it up to him. Taking a deep breath, he feels something pressing slowly at him. Pushing against it, he feels the head slip in. "AH!" he yells out, thankful Otabek had stopped at that point. He felt a stinging happening and was breathing hard. Closing his eyes hard, he is trying to breath through the stinging.

"Yura? Are you ok?"

Nodding his head, "Yes, just give me a moment." he pants out. The stinging is going away, opening his eyes, looking back to Otabek, locking eyes he nods. He feels more pushing in slowly. The stinging continues but not bad. He knew Otabek was large, but damn, he was doubting his ability to fully take him in all in at this moment. Otabek is slow, pressing in. He can feel he is all the way in. Breathing heavily, the stinging is there, it burns. His cock started to deflate through all of this. Otabek is holding still, letting him get use to it. He has never felt so full in his life. Opening his eyes, looking up, that stern hard face is concentrating hard, breathing fast, staring down at him.

The stinging and burning change, going into something more, he is wanting more. Slowly moving his hips, nodding back to Otabek, he can feel him slowly pull out then push slowly back in. That feeling was so amazing. The fullness, the pressure, knowing it was Otabek doing this to him, moaning out he rocks his hips more, urging him on. Otabek slowly pulls out them presses in harder, faster. Crying out, moving his hips to him. They find an easy rhythm and he is meeting those thrust with Otabek. Both moaning out, calling each other's name.

Taking his hand he grabs his cock that has gotten full hard again, leaking all over his lower stomach and starts to pump it in time with the thrust. Otabek thrust harder, hitting that spot on him, crying out, letting go of his cock, he arches into Otabek, "Yes Beka… fuck… there… harder!"

Otabek keeps the angle going, thrusting harder into him, abusing his prostate. He starts to rake his nails down Otabek's back, making him thrust even harder. "Fuck… Beka! Oh my… Don't… ever…. Stop…"

He is not really sure all he is saying, but he knows, what ever Otabek is doing, it is amazing. The stars are coming behind his eyes again, a tightness in his lower abdomen, everything in his body is tingly, his entire body feels overly tight. The stars erupt behind his eyes, calling out he cum all over his stomach, splattering his chest.

Otabek feeling him clench tightly around him, cums on the spot. Deep in him, filling him up with his release. Otabek's hips are stuttering as he moans out, falling on top of him. Wrapping his arms around Otabek, keeping him inside him, holding him close, feeling their sweat making them slick against one another, brushing the hair from Otabek's forehead, kissing him gently, just holds him as they are breathing too hard to talk.

He can feel Otabek trying to pull off of him and he wraps his legs around him, holding him tighter. "Don't. Stay."

He can feel Otabek nodding against his neck, then kissed him there.

"I didn't want to crush you."

"S'ok, I like the feeling of being crushed."

Otabek laughs lightly in his ear and he can feel the vibrations from his chest rippled down him.

"Are you ok, Yura?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Never better." Otabek kisses his neck again and he holds him tighter.

"IS THIS AN ASS PRINT ON MY KITCHEN COUNTER?! AND WHY ARE YURIO'S PANTS AND UNDERWEAR ON THE FLOOR IN THE KITCHEN!?"

Startled awake, him and Otabek must have fallen asleep. They both sit up, then Otabek starts laughing uncontrollably. Surprised he looks over at him.

"Beka?"

Otabek is holding his head in his hands and entire body shaking laughing.

Yuuri comes stomping into his room, throwing his pants at him, "For the love of all things holy! Can we NOT fuck on the kitchen counters? Or at least have the courtesy to wipe the counter down? I cook our food there!" then slams the door.

By this point Otabek is crying from laughing so hard. He starts laughing as well, and turns Otabek towards him as he can't seem to stop laughing.

"Beka!?"

"S-s-sorry… Y-Yuuri's f-face… ass print…" Otabek is roaring laughing and falls over on the bed.

Victor walks into their room. Does no one knock in this flat? Victor sees them both in the bed, the blanket had fallen down to their waist. They were both laughing hard at this point. Victor looks at them smiling. "What is so funny you two?"

"Oh, nothing. I think Beka has finally cracked."

Otabek roars again, "Crack! Ass c-c-crack on c-counter."

Victor is laughing as well at this point, not nearly as hard as Otabek is.

"Yeah, I think my Yuuri is going to bleach the entire kitchen. I mean really guys?" Victor would sound a lot more convincing if he wasn't laughing and smiling the entire time. Victor shakes his head and leaves out the room.

They continue laughing, tears are coming now. It seems to take forever for them to calm down, at least it was for Otabek.

Finally getting out of bed, he pulled on his baggy sweat pants, noticing Otabek grabbed a pair of his sweat pants as well. They were nowhere near as baggy on him, but they looked damn good. He loved the idea of Otabek walking around in his clothes.

Finally coming out to the kitchen, they see Yuuri furiously cleaning the counter and cleaning products all over the floor. Otabek is grabbing the wall laughing again, tears running down his cheeks. Yuuri is not impressed and yells at them more. Only causing Otabek to laugh harder.

This went on all night, every time Yuuri would start a rant, Otabek would start laughing till he had to beg them to stop bringing it up cause his sides hurt so much. But every time they would look at Yuuri's face, red with anger they would lose it again. After dinner Victor took Yuuri to their room, hopefully calm him down.

Laid out on the couch, he had his head in Otabek's lap as he was running his fingers through his hair. Neither was really paying attention to the movie, it was just on for noise.

"Hey Yura, I think I know what my program was missing?"

"What's that?"

"Happiness. I bet I could skate the hell out of it now."

He turns with his head still in Otabek's lap, "Why don't you try it then? You don't have to use it in the program, but just, yanno, for fun."

Otabek thinks about this, "I think you are right. We will go down there someday. I also was thinking over a few other things."

"What's that?"

"If I don't skate… if I am in school, You'll be traveling around… competitions and all."

"Yeah, that is kinda what they are Beka."

Otabek gets quiet, just running his fingers through his hair, looking far off.

"Beka?" he sits up and straddles his lap, taking his face in his hands. "What is it?"

"I just don't want to be away from you." Otabek says quietly.

"Who says you have to be?"

"Well, if I am working and going to school…"

"Ok, so wait then. Come with me."

"And what Yura? Be the boyfriend on the sidelines watching you skate?"

"Yes!"

"Do you think I can do that?"

He thinks about this. Skating did cause Otabek so much pain, he wanted him to enjoy it again, even if he wasn't competing, he was an amazing skater..

"WAIT! I GOT IT!"

"What's that?"

His eyes go wide. "Lilia is going to Paris to work with the ballet studio there. She was offered a job after they saw what she did with my skating and dancing. Her niece is taking over the studio here, Victor was going to help do my programs… Why don't YOU help me?"

Otabek's eyes go large.

"Listen to me Beka. You have amazing programs. You never had a choreographer. You said it all just came to you, and Victor would give you a hand here and there for what was missing. Think if we teamed up for a few years?"

Otabek is just staring at him, he is having a hard time reading his reaction at this point.

"So what you are saying, I can stay in the sport, but not compete?"

"Yes Beka! Exactly! And this way you can stay with me and we can do this together."

Otabek pulls him into a bone crushing hug.

"Yura, that sounds…. Perfect."