Yuri had gone and seen JJ off at the airport. He felt like a stupid ass standing there sniffling while watching JJ enter the gates and wave as he left. He was not sure what their future held, but he knew in four days JJ would be back. He just had to do all this alone. So far he had not had too. Every break down, every tear, every curse, every fit- JJ was there. They were getting less and farther apart. Something was really building there. It scared him. For years all he wanted to do was smash that face into a brick wall and now all he wanted to do was kiss it.
He ran to the window and waited till he saw the plane high in the sky. Once it was out of sight he felt a tear trickle down his cheek. Shaking his head he wanted to kick himself. Grabbing his phone, he a text waiting for him. It was from Otabek.
Leaving tomorrow. There is a box here of stuff you left if you want to come get it. If not I will drop off at the rink before I leave.
He stood there just staring at those words. They had not spoken since that day at the rink. JJ had told him Otabek was leaving. He didn't think it would be this soon. He typed back a response.
Ok. I'll stop by and grab it soon. Gimme 20 minutes.
He hailed a cab and gave them Otabek's address. As the car was driving, he sat back thinking of the past few months. So much had changed. He had gone through every emotion he could imagine, but right now, he was numb. He did not know how to take this. He was reminded of how happy he was when Otabek finally decided to come to Saint Petersburg. The day he moved here, how he lept in his arms, littering his perfect fucking face with kisses.
That felt so far away, so long ago. That was all gone. He always thought Otabek would be his forever. Would be his always. Would be his home. Now they looked at one another with blank expressions. He didn't know if the fact he didn't care anymore should bother him. It should tear him up, it didn't. There was nothing. Otabek was another person in the crowd.
The car slowed to a stop and finally everything hit Yuri. He couldn't breath. He sat in the back seat and asked the driver to just give him a minute. He was breathing heavy and tears were coming down his face. It was truly over and done with. There was no more. His 'Beka' was leaving. Finally regaining himself, he threw money at the driver and got out the car. The weather was cooler now. He had a light jacket on, but the crisp air hit him. He breathed in deeply, looking up at Otabek's building. Knowing this was it.
He needed to work up the courage to walk in and climb those stairs. He wasn't sure what he had left behind but he figured he had better go get it either way. He paced outside the building a few minutes.
He started to walk away. Fuck it. Let Otabek take it to the rink and drop it off. He got two blocks when he started getting mad with himself. What hell was wrong with him? It was just going and getting a box of his shit from his ex. No big deal. People do this every day. Turning around, he went back to the building. Maybe with his luck Abram would open the door with his smug ass smile and he could punch him one last time. He could not wait to kick is ass in the competitions. That was going to be his true victory. Standing on the podium with JJ next to him, just he could look over and smile at Otabek.
At least that is what JJ would tell him. Don't beat him physically at the rink, beat him on the ice. Get the medals and show them proudly. As he stood outside the building staring at the door handle, he finally willed his hand to reach out and grab it. Opening the door.
Slowly ascending the stairs he went up each flight. He would stop at each one and debate turning around. On the last flight he got mad at himself again. If he had just gone up when he had gotten there, this would already be over and done with and he would be almost back at his place with his box of shit.
Once he got to Otabek's floor he slowly walked the hall. He knew this hallway so well. How many times had they almost fucked right there in the hallway after coming in late at night? How many times had he opened the door wearing nothing but a smile to surprise Otabek? He was actually shocked the neighbors never complained. He had to laugh at that thought.
Finally reaching Otabek's door he just stared at it. The numbers '23' hanging there. Big bold black block numbers. He could hear music softly playing in the apartment. He remembered how much Otabek had loved music. Otabek rarely had the TV on, he would play music.
Yuri raised his hand to knock softly. Then stood, holding his breath waiting.
"Yura is getting late... I know you have to be tired." They were on video chat again. It was yet another time Otabek was away and they had to rely on video calls and times zones. Yuri hates it. One of them was always lacking sleep this way. Otabek had gotten into a habit of sleeping after practice so he could wake and call Yuri when he got settled in for the evenings. He always felt guilty over this. But he couldn't help being selfish wanting to see that perfect face on his screen, that voice talking to him as he went to sleep.
"Nah Beka, I am good. Still a bit early here anyway."
"Yura, I know what time it is over there, don't lie to me." Otabek had chuckled. That chuckle always drove him mad. If he was here with him now he would have kissed that perfect face.
Yuri groaned, "I want to just talk and see you ok?"
Otabek chuckled again, "I love a sleepy Yura… so cute and sentimental."
"Fuck you!" He growled at him.
Otabek laughed this time. There was a side of him not many saw. This side, of him teasing and laughing. He always felt special he could bring that out of him. His eyes would close and his mouth would form in this ridiculous smile that Yura would swoon over every fucking time. Especially since Otabek was in bed talking to him, he was topless, his hair all ruffled, and looking like sex on a stick. Yuri had no idea how he got so lucky.
He laid there as well, head on his pillow, laptop on the bed just staring at Otabek. "I love when you laugh Beka."
"I love when you are sentimental."
"Dammit Beka."
He chuckled again. "Ok ok, I'll stop. So you are coming tomorrow right?"
"Da, Victor said he would take me in the morning to the airport."
"You got everything packed?"
"Yes mother…" He rolled his eyes as Yuuri had been behind him while he got everything together hounding him. Drove him insane, but he would never tell Yuuri he secretly liked it.
"You should probably get some sleep since you'll be up early."
"I can sleep on the plane."
"Ok well then I have to be up as well."
Yuri sighed. This he hated. Ending the call. Staring into the screen, those large brown eyes locked on him.
"I don't want to end the call."
"Oh Yura, you will see me tomorrow. And we are just going to go to sleep so tomorrow can come faster."
"But good byes are always the hardest."
"Yura, then we never say good-bye. Good-byes are too final. We will always say good-night."
"Yes Beka, I like that, good-night."
"Good-night my Yura."
Otabek heard a soft knock. He had about given up on Yuri coming over as it had been over an hour since their text. He had his box on the kitchen table, boxes were everywhere in the apartment. Abram had gone to finish the last of his packing as the movers would be there in the morning to get their stuff before they left for the UK.
He stopped and looked at the door. He knew Yuri was on the other side. It took him all morning to send the text. He almost just dropped the box off at the rink so he did not have to see him. Deep down inside he wanted to see him one last time.
Holding his breath he walked to the door. Opening it, there he was. Yuri was standing there, his nose was red, but everything else was perfect. Torn jeans, his tiger head tshirt and his Russia jacket. He had his hands shoved in his pockets.
"Yura. You came."
"Well I did text you saying I was." Yuri was still standing in the hallway.
Otabek moved from the doorway, "Come in."
Yuri walked in. He could tell Yuri was looking around. Boxes everywhere. "Looks like when you moved in."
"Yeah." Otabek did not know what to say right now. Nothing was going to sound right. Though Yuri was right. It seemed not that long ago, they were standing right there, boxes everywhere and trying to figure out where they would put everything. He remembered how happy he was that day. He remembered Yuri had on old joggers with a plain t-shirt and a scarf was tying his hair back out of his face as they unpacked the boxes. He never thought his life would get better. He was moving to be closer to his best friend, his lover. It was like a fairy tale. Nothing could get better than that day. They laughed a lot. They kissed more than unboxed things. They had ordered pizza that night and since the tv was not set up, just listen to music while sitting at the kitchen table. Yuri had stayed over that night, and every night following.
Shaking his head, he got the memories out. He could not go there right now. "I uh… have water bottles if you are thirsty…"
"Nah I am good, you said you had my stuff."
"Ah yeah, right over here." he walked over to the kitchen table. There was a box with a few things he had found of Yuri's as he packed.
Yuri walked to the box and was looking through some things that he had forgotten he had left over. "Thanks."
He noticed Yuri had grabbed the picture frame they kept on the end table. It was the two of them on the podium. Silver and Gold. They were holding hands and their medals. Yuri's was facing Otabek as the picture was taken, a smile that went from his eyes to his toes. It was one of Otabek's favorites of them, but he had his own copy tucked away, along with many others. Yuri set the photo back in the box.
Otabek nodded. He was staring at Yuri. Remembering the last five years. The friendship, the relationship, everything. His mind was so full of all the amazing times they had together. Yuri had looked up and saw Otabek staring at him. They both stood there, staring at one another over a box at the table.
Otabek is not sure who moved first, but they had met halfway. His arms were around Yuri and Yuri was grabbing his shirt. Their mouths met perfectly still. They both moaned at the same time. Both mouths opening to accept the other. They stood there for the longest time just kissing. They couldn't stop. Otabek was running his hands under Yuri's shirt wanting to feel his skin. Yuri started pushing him down the hallway. They kept bumping into the wall. Never stopping the kiss. Once back in the bedroom, the mattress was on the floor, but they found their way to it.
Clothing was pulled off quickly. Otabek was trying to kiss anything and everything he could. Yuri was vocal, calling out "Beka" every chance he got. He missed those calls and cries out. He missed the way Yuri's body arched to his perfectly, missed how that mouth would kiss him and those lips getting so red and swollen. Even the smell of him drove him mad.
He worked his way between Yuri's legs, pushing his knees back to the mattress, he definitely missed his flexibility. He could bend him almost any way he wanted and his body gave into it easily. He did not want this to be over quickly, so he made sure to take his time getting Yuri ready. Normally they would be in a rush and impatient, but not this time. He wanted all the time he could get.
Yuri was crying out, he was sobbing, he was a mess. He couldn't help but notice light purple marks along his collarbones, he started biting at his neck, "No mark Beka" he breathed out. He growled but he did not want it stop, so he complied.
It was slow. It was perfect. Yuri stared him in his eyes as he entered him. He slowly kissed Yuri as he thrusted in and out slowly. Yuri had wrapped his arms and legs around him holding him tightly. Neither one wanting to let go. He would slow down to make it last longer, Yuri would kiss him. Finally when they couldn't anymore, Otabek slammed into him a couple times then they were both calling out the others name as they released.
He held onto Yuri tightly. Breathing hard, tears running down his face. He could feel Yuri shaking underneath him. Looking down on him he could see tears falling off his cheeks. He kissed him one last time as he slowly pulled out. Pulling back, they both laid there, not touching. Yuri wiped his face with his hands and got up going to the bathroom. He could hear the sink going.
When Yuri came back out, his face was washed, his nose was still red. He went to get his clothes and started putting them back on. Neither one said a word. Otabek grabbed his joggers slipping them on. Yuri was sitting on the mattress slipping on his shoes. Standing up he grabbed his jacket. He looked back at Otabek and around the room. Shaking his head he slowly walked out the room.
When Otabek made it out to the kitchen, Yuri was picking up his box. The tears were running down his face again. He brushed one away with his thumb. Yuri walked to the door opening it. He turned and looked back at Otabek. Tears running down his face, but he was smiling.
"Good Bye Beka"
"Good Bye my Yura."
Note: This ending got a lot of heartache on AO3 - so I also did an alternative ending... That will be the next chapter - if you dont like the heart break here, please click again and we will take it from there! (sorry, this was hard for me to write this ending and was begged for an alt ending.) This is the ending if you want it this way - or check out the alt ending. Im on AO3 as Phayte and Tumblr as PhaytesWorld