The heat of Summer had just started to really sink its teeth into St. Petersbourg. Yuri wasn't a fan of Summer. Just the mere mention of the heat made his skin redden, and his body wilt like an early Spring bloom. The only time he willingly soaked up the sun's rays was on vacation, when there was no training, and no morning runs that made him feel faint from the heat. Sadly, he still had months until their honeymoon, and neither of them had even decided on where they wanted to go just yet.
Yuri skated around the ice, grateful to feel the crisp, cool air sweep around him. He was next up to go through his routine. Once Yakov gave him the go ahead, Yuri drew himself into his starting position, and waited for the music.
His theme that year was "Amaranthine". Yuri had to go Google the damn word after Lilia had shared her idea with him.
"Amaranthine: adjective 1. of or like the amaranth. 2. unfading; everlasting. 3. of purplish-red color."
He suspected it was her artsy fartsy way of incorporating his upcoming marriage into his program. It was weird, and more than a little vague. But this year, Yuri didn't have the energy to fight her on it. He'd skate to whatever goofball theme she wanted if it made his life easier. Lord knows the press would certainly eat it up. All the reporters knew the wedding would be in a few months, and they were begging for an interview with them. Both men had flat out refused, stating that they would be happy to do interviews after their honeymoon, but not a second before. It didn't stop the deluge of calls, and emails from coming in on a daily basis.
Yuri skimmed along the ice as he went through his routine. Halfway through, he heard a familiar ringtone chime. Otabek had a phone call. He was close enough to hear him say, "Hello Aunt Banu", and then he was heading into his first round of jumps.
He rounded back towards Otabek as he went through his step sequence, ears straining to hear the conversation. It was all in Kazakh. Dam, he really needed to buckle down and learn that language once and for all.
He didn't understand a word that was being spoken, but could hear the flustered sound in Otabek's voice. Too bad he couldn't stick around long enough to listen. He was headed back down the ice, gearing up for a combination spin that would finally mark the end of his routine. He thought he'd done okay, maybe a bit on the loose side, but it was serviceable. Apparently Yakov disagreed.
"Yuri? What the hell was that? That was the sloppiest pile of garbage I've seen you do yet!"
That's when Yuri felt it. It wasn't much. Just a little tickle on the back of his neck, along the base of his hairline. He brushed his fingers over the sensation, and thought nothing of it.
Yuri's eyes were trained on Otabek, still talking on the phone. His brow was furrowed, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Yuri! Are you listening to me?" Yakov screamed.
Yuri snapped to attention. "Sorry old man. Guess I was just off. I'll try harder next time."
Yakov was so used to Yuri arguing with him that his contrite apology, and promises to try harder left him shocked. "Well...see that you do."
Yuri got off the ice and stood next to Otabek. He heard his name, and the name of the hall, but the rest of the words were a mystery. As he listened, he heard his own phone chirp. He picked it up, and stared at the onslaught of emails, and text messages. There were more than usual today. He sat down and started to go through them.
The first text was from Georgi. His current girlfriend was a vegetarian, and he wanted to know why there wasn't a vegetarian option for the wedding dinner.
Georgi, what makes you think this girl is gonna stick around long enough to come to the wedding? I'm not gonna request special meals for someone that might not even be there.
Sagida had texted to say that her cousin and his family had changed their minds, and were going to fly in from Turkey for the wedding...with their eight children in tow. She was already talking to the hall about adding another table.
Ugh, that's ten more people Anam! Why are you doing this to me? How are we going to fit another table in, it's cramped as it is!
The little tickle on the back of his neck was back, he grazed his short fingernails over it, and kept reading.
Otabek's younger sister Gigi was issuing her weekly gripe about not being a bridesmaid like Mila. Apparenly it was totally unfair, and Yuri was being a horrible brother in law for not letting her be one.
Gigi, I love you kid, but you need to get over this. I've told her eight times now that it's not gonna happen.
Lilia had sent him an email about his new ballet schedule for the summer, which included an extra hour on Friday nights that would start at the beginning of August.
Great…Just great…
The last few emails were from reporters begging for interviews.
I'm not even going to bother reading these. I'm not doing interviews right now.
There it was again. This time further down his back between his shoulder blades. Maybe it was just a stray hair that had made its way under his shirt. He shifted his shirt around hoping to dislodge whatever it was prickling against his skin.
"Yurio!" Victor called out, "I wanted to talk to you about Yana's dress for the wedding. She's still the flower girl, right?"
Yuri stood, and leaned against the boards, "She is. What's the problem?"
"I found a pattern for the sweetest little princess style dress for her. Just wanted you to look it over to make sure it'll be okay before I send it off to the dressmakers."
Dressmakers? Good lord Victor, why do you have to make everything so difficult. Just go buy her a damn dress for god sake!
"Umm, okay, stop by tonight, and I'll look it over."
Yuri saw Otabek hang up the phone. "What's wrong Beka?"
Otabek closed his eyes and shook his head wearily. "Ummm, small problem. Some reporters found out Aunt Banu is our wedding planner and have been hounding her for information. They also know where the wedding is being held. Someone at the hall must've let something slip."
"WHAT?!" Yuri shouted. The entire rink went silent as Yuri's voice echoed across the ice.
The tickly sensation had graduated to a burn now, and his arms itched like crazy. Yuri squirmed against the boards, trying not to scratch his pits like a damn chimpanzee.
Otabek looked just as flustered as he did. "She doesn't seem too upset over it. We're not the first big name people she's thrown parties for, but they are being a bit more...pushy about things. She said between her and Anam they can handle it. They're on their way to the hall to do some damage control."
"Ugh, are you kidding me?" Yuri bobbed up and down against the boards letting it rub against the persistent itch that wouldn't go away. He felt the burn start to radiate down his back.
Otabek and Victor stood there watching him wriggle against the wall. Yuri couldn't stand it any longer. He raised his arm, and reached behind him to scratch, letting his shirt ride up his belly in the process.
Otabek's eyes went wide.
Yuri grimaced, "What? You've never seen a person scratch themselves? You certainly do it enough when you get out of bed in the morning."
Both Otabek and Victor stooped over to inspect his midsection, mouths gaping. Yuri started to pull his shirt down, but Victor caught his wrist.
"What's all over your stomach?"
Yuri stopped scratching, and looked down. Hundreds of angry red splotches, and ugly little bumps had blossomed over his belly. Some were small patches, others coated entire expanses of skin.
Yuri ran a hand over his stomach, aghast. "What the fuck?"
Victor got closer. "Turn around Yuri."
Yuri turned. Victor raised his shirt, and gasped.
"It's all over your back too! And your shoulders! Yuri what is this?"
Yuri was full on scratching now, the itch becoming unbearable. "How am I supposed to know?" He snarled.
Otabek took him by the arm, "Locker room, now."
Victor followed them, Yuuri now trailing behind wondering what the fuss was about.
Once behind closed doors, Otabek tilted Yuri's chin up to face him. The rash was beginning to creep up his neck and across his cheeks, and scalp.
"Jesus, it's all over your face now. Strip, Yura." Otabek grabbed the hem of Yuri's shirt and pulled it over his head.
Yuri let Otabek take his long sleeved top off, and he wriggled out of his track pants. He stood in front of the three men in his boxer briefs. They all shared the same horrified expression.
Yuri looked down at himself. There was more rash than skin now. From the tops of his feet, all the way to his scalp. As they continued to stare, Yuri shakily pulled the waistband of his boxers away from his stomach, and forced himself to look down at his groin.
Oh, buddy not you too? He stared at his forlorn cock, just as red and itchy as the rest of him.
Otabek peeked inside, and shuddered. "Oh shit, Yura it's everywhere! Did you eat something you're allergic to?"
Now that the humid air of the locker room had hit his skin, the hot itchiness increased. Yuri scratched furiously at his blotchy arms.
"You know I'm not allergic to anything Beka!" Yuri scratched his knee, his voice frantic, "someone do something, I'm dying here!"
Yuuri was the first to speak, "I think I know what this is." He stepped closer, and put his finger to a small patch of the rash. Yuri slapped his hand away.
"Hands off unless you're gonna help me scratch!" Yuri shouted.
"I think it's hives." Yuuri answered, "does it burn a little? "
"Fuck yes!" Yuri grabbed Otabek's hand, and placed it on his bare back, hoping he'd start scratching. Otabek pulled his hand away.
"Ew, I'm not scratching your rash Yura, and neither should you!" Otabek tried to catch Yuri's hands, but he twisted out of the way, nails still raking across his skin.
"What the hell? I've never had hives before! Why now?" Yuri danced in place trying to gain any sort of friction to stop the itch.
"Well it could have been something you ate, or a change in your laundry detergent, but this came on really fast, you were fine a little while ago. I think it's stress related." Yuuri looked closer at a particularly nasty splotch near his belly button.
Yuri scoffed, "I'm not stressed! And quit staring at me like I'm some kind of science experiment!"
Victor shook his head, "You might not think you're stressed, but your body is telling you otherwise."
"It makes sense Yura." Otabek said, "Training, the wedding, the reporters harassing us for interviews-"
"The fifty billion texts I just got on my phone a few minutes ago..." Yuri snapped as he tossed Otabek his phone. He scanned through the texts, and cursed.
"Dammit how often do you get texts like this?" Otabek kept hold of his phone.
Yuri was rubbing the bottom of his foot against the rough concrete floor. "About once a week I guess. There's always some wedding related fire I need to put out. I don't usually get that many all at once though."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Otabek's voice an odd mix of concern and anger.
"Cause it wasn't a big deal until my body decided to go rogue!"
"That's it, I'm telling Anam she's capped. No more out of the blue invites. I'll talk to Gigi and make her to shut up about the bridesmaid thing. And hell, if Georgi's latest girlfriend wants a vegetarian meal she can go graze outside for all I care. I'm taking over for now."
Victor stepped in. "Yuuri and I will deal with the press from now on. We're old pros. We'll make sure to keep them out of your hair. Honestly, we should have been doing that as soon as this mess started."
Yuri switched feet, "That's great and all, but right now the only thing I really need is something to stop this damn itching."
"I think Dr. Sokolov is in his office. I'll see if he can take a look at you." Yuuri rushed out the doors, Victor followed behind him.
Otabek went to embrace Yuri, but he squirmed away, "No, don't hug me, it'll just make the itching worse!"
Otabek took a step back looking pained at not being able to do anything.
"What can I do Yura?"
"Just get me home after the doctor looks at me."
A few minutes later Dr. Sokolov came in. "What seems to be the problem this time Yuri?"
"Isn't it obvious I look like a god damn raspberry!" Yuri rolled his eyes as the doctor looked him over.
"Hives. Under a lot of stress lately?" He asked lifting Yuri's arm to inspect his side.
"I'm an athlete, I'm always stressed." Yuri grumbled, hating being poked and prodded.
"We've had a few wedding upsets today." Otabek answered.
"Hmm...I'll give you an antihistamine that should help. Go home, take a cool bath, use some hydrocortisone on the worst spots, and relax. Oh, and try not to scratch too much, don't want to leave any scars." Dr. Sokolov wrote out a prescription, and held it out to Yuri.
"That's it? Take a bath, and relax?" Yuri shoved his hand down the back of his boxers to hastily scratch his behind. He was beyond any sort of modesty at this point.
"Well, I could give you a cortisone shot if you like."
Yuri froze, swiping the prescription with his free hand. "No, no, the pills are fine."
Dr. Sokolov chuckled, "then that's about all I can do. Try to relax this weekend, and avoid anything stressful. I can tell you how long they'll stick around, could be a few hours, or a day or so."
Yuri grabbed his shirt, and hissed as he pulled it over his angry skin.
Otabek thanked the doctor, and then turned to Yuri.
"I'm confiscating your phone. No calls, no texts, no social media for the entire weekend."
"Wha- Why? What am I supposed to do without my phone? I need my phone!" Yuri whined, easing his legs into his pants.
"Read a book, nap, watch TV, you can stare at the wall all weekend if you want. I don't care as long as you aren't neck deep in wedding plans, crazy fans, and pushy reporters." Otabek's voice was stern and unwavering. Yuri knew there would be no swaying him.
Otabek shut his phone off completely. Yuri clicked his tongue in disappointment as his phone slid into Otabek's pocket.
"Come on we'll drive you home." Victor grabbed Yuri's things and headed out. Their fellow skaters stared at Yuri's red splotchy face as he left. Yuri would have flipped them all off if his hands weren't currently busy scratching.
Yuri walked out barefoot. The thought of shoes and socks on his itchy feet sounded like pure torture. The hot concrete outside actually felt good on the soles of his feet.
Yuri squirmed and cursed the whole way home, begging Otabek to scratch his back.
"No, I'm not scratching. I'll rub it, but that's it." Otabek reached under his shirt to rub roughly against his skin. It helped, but not as much as some nice long fingernails would. "Victor will you drop me off at the pharmacy? I'll fill his prescription and run home from there."
Victor did, and then pulled away towards home.
"Want anything while we're out Yuri?" Yuuri asked.
"New skin." Yuri groaned, "and maybe a vanilla milkshake?"
They went through the drive through and passed Yuri his shake. They didn't hear a peep out of him until it was time to get out of the car.
"Guys seriously, you don't have to walk me upstairs. I've got hives, not cancer."
"We can sit with you until Otabek comes back." Yuuri busied himself in the kitchen, he fed the cat, and unloaded the dishwasher, refilling it with that mornings dishes. While Victor kept slapping Yuri's hands, so he wouldn't scratch, which just made Yuri shout and snarl all the more.
Otabek came in fifteen minutes later, pills in hand. He got a glass of water and handed the bottle to Yuri. Yuri took one, hoping to feel the effects soon. He'd already stripped himself of his shirt and pants, the fabric rubbing against his skin was maddening.
"I'll take it from here guys." Otabek said, setting the pills on the counter. Victor and Yuuri left, promising check in later.
Otabek started a cool bath for Yuri to soak in. He threw in a few handfuls of oatmeal in for good measure. He had read on the way back from the pharmacy that it would help calm his skin. He helped Yuri slide into the bath and sat next to him while he soaked.
The cool water felt good on his hot, itchy skin. The oatmeal floating around him wasn't nice to look at, but he could already feel it's calming effects on his skin.
"Why didn't you tell me you were stressed?" Otabek said, idly running a brush through Yuri's hair.
"I told you Beka, I really didn't feel all that stressed. No more than usual. It just sort of all happened at once today. Yakov, the reporters, the texts. Before that I was fine."
Otabek hummed, and continued to brush. Yuri groaned in pleasure and sank further into the bath while Otabek pulled his hair into a low pony tail.
"Feels good Beka." he moaned.
"Nice and relaxed now?"
"Mmhhmm." Yuri whimpered.
"Okay," He kissed the top of Yuri's head, "you sit tight and soak while I go make some phone calls."
"Can I have my phone?" Yuri asked a little too innocently, "I just want to listen to some music."
Otabek smirked, "Nice try Yura. I'll put the stereo on, but no phone."
Yuri's sweet face melted. He splashed water at him and told Otabek to get out.
A few minutes later he heard Otabek in the bedroom talking angrily to his sister Gigi. He thanked the heavens Otabek had decided to yell at her in English, probably just so Yuri could listen in.
"No more Gigi! I'm sorry you're not a damn bridesmaid, but you need to get the fuck over it. If I hear that you've been harassing Yura about this again we're going to have problems. Got it?"
Gigi must have conceded because Otabek's voice softened just a little. "Good, now put Anam on the line. She's next."
Yuri sank into the bath, nose just hovering above the surface.
Damn. Otabek's on the warpath.
"Hi Anam. Look, enough is enough. No more inviting people to the wedding. You and Akem have hit your limit. The people who aren't invited will just have to find a way to carry on with their lives." his tone was sarcastic, but no less angry. "What's wrong? Yuri's in the bathtub right now covered in hives because you added ten more people to the list this morning! And now I've found out Gigi's been hounding him about not being a bridesmaid! Not to mention the reporters, and all the other shit that's been thrown at us today. So, that's it! No more invites, no more whining from Gigi. I hate to be an asshole about this, but Yuri's miserable right now, and I can't handle that. I took his phone away for the weekend, so if anything comes up you call me, not him. Okay?" There was a pause as Otabek listened to his mother. "Okay, thank you...I'm sorry I shouted at you...love you too. Bye."
Otabek left the bedroom, and flipped the stereo on, quiet music started to float out of the speakers. He poured himself a beer, and took a long drink. He hated having to yell at his family, but he refused to let Yuri suffer.
They needed to get out for a while, go someplace quiet, even if it was just for a day.
"Beka?" Yuri called quietly from the bathroom.
Otabek came in, beer in hand.
"Yeah?"
"Sit with me?" Yuri asked.
Otabek smiled, and sank down next to the tub. Yuri reached for his beer and took a sip while Otabek leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. Yuri began to absently run his fingers through his black hair. Otabek hummed his appreciation.
"We should get out of here for a little while." Otabek finally said.
"I'm in no state to go anywhere today."
"I didn't mean today. We don't need to go far. I was thinking tomorrow we could drive down to Komarovo Beach for the day. Leave our phones at home, and just go relax somewhere no one can bother us."
Yuri thought about it. He did like the beach. He'd have to slather himself in SPF 1000; especially if his rash held up overnight, but it might be just what he needed.
"I'm game. I think it sounds nice." Yuri said, sitting up. Otabek lifted Yuri's arm, and then tilted his chin inspecting his rash.
"Okay then. Tomorrow morning, I'll pack up the bike, and we'll go. No phones, just us, some beer and food and maybe a radio. "
Yuri leaned over and kissed Otabek. "You spoil me, you know that right?"
Otabek smiled, "I enjoy spoiling you."
"Although you'd be spoiling me more if you let me take my phone." Yuri teased.
"Not gonna happen Yura."
After that he pulled Yuri out of the tub, helped him coat the more heinous areas of his rash in hydrocortisone, and ordered him into bed. Yuri didn't argue, he was never opposed to sleep.
The next morning Otabek awoke early, leaving Yuri to sprawl out in bed. He quietly looked him over. His rash had gone down over night, only a few rosy pink splotches remained. He started to pack up a bag for their trip to the beach. Towels, sunscreen, a few sandwiches for lunch, and a few bottles of water and beer. He was adding the last few items to his duffle bag when Yuri shuffled out of the bedroom yawning.
"You're looking much better." Otabek said, pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I feel better. I haven't slept that long in ages. When do you want to head out?"
"Whenever you're ready. It's your day." Otabek said, pouring them each a cup of coffee.
Yuri took his coffee into the bedroom and threw open his closet door. He had to dig a little for his bathing suit. A pair of short purple and black trunks, and his leopard print rash guard. He wasn't going to add a sunburn to his already abused skin. It took him awhile to find his sandals, he hadn't worn them in ages. He grabbed his sunglasses, tied his hair up into a high pony tail.
Otabek came in to change, and then proceeded to slather Yuri in sunscreen.
"Your rash is just about gone in back. Just a few spots here, and there. Tell me if you need more sunscreen today okay?"
Yuri nodded impatiently, "I will, now come on. I'm ready!"
Otabek sent Victor a text stating they were heading to the beach to relax, and they were leaving their phones at home. Not waiting for a reply, they said goodbye to Malysh and left.
Komarovo beach was far enough away from city's center that it wasn't well known to tourists. The majority of it was a nature reserve so it had been kept clear of tacky restaurants, and sprawling resorts. There were nature paths, and hiking trails, places to ride bikes and horses, and hundreds of tall pines that dotted the sandy coastline.
They found a nice spot, away from the handful of locals that had already set up beach umbrellas. Yuri went to the small building at the far end of the beach and rented an umbrella for the day. He stuck it into the ground, tamping the area around with his foot, laid out his beach towel and flopped onto it. Otabek went back to the bike and unloaded the rest of their things, and set them up next to them.
Otabek settled himself in the sun for a while. He loved the warmer weather, and wanted to soak up as much sun as he could. The two sat in happy silence for, just enjoying the quiet, before Otabek started to get restless.
"I'm going for a swim, care to join me?"
Yuri sat up, eyeing the water, "Sure."
For it being the beginning of July, the water was still cold. Yuri dipped his toes in, but before he could go any further, Otabek hauled him up over his shoulder and trudged out into the water. Yuri tried to fight him, but ended up being tossed into the water with a splash. He came up spluttering, and cursing, brushing his wet hair from his face.
"Fffffuck it's cold!" his teeth chattering.
Otabek dove in, seemingly unbothered by the temperature.
"It's good for you, start swimming and you'll warm up."
They ended up doing a few rough laps, before settling on just floating around aimlessly. Otabek wrapped his arms around Yuri and pulled him close. Yuri wound his legs around Otabek's waist using him as an anchor as he bobbed in the water.
"Feeling better?" Otabek asked brushing Yuri's wet hair out of his face.
Yuri nodded. "I'm cold and tired now though, I think it's nap time."
Otabek laughed and gave Yuri a tight embrace, "Sounds good. You nap, I brought a book I've been wanting to read. I'll turn some music on and we can relax."
Twenty minutes later Yuri was snoring softly next to him, his hair puffed and frizzy from the salt water. Otabek sipped his beer and read, every so often stopping to watch Yuri as he shifted in his sleep. This was nice. For the life of him Otabek couldn't figure out why they didn't come here more often. This was the perfect little getaway, made all the better that there wasn't the constant dings and rings from their phones. Maybe they should start going phone free more often. He was sure Yuri would be crawling the walls by now, but he hadn't complained once about not having it. Perhaps he was just as relieved to be away from it as he was.
Eventually Yuri began to stir.
"Hungry..." he groaned, "need food."
Otabek opened the cooler, "I've got sandwiches, fruit, and pretzels. What do you want."
"All of it." Yuri said groggily. He popped the cap of one of the beers and drank it.
Otabek doled out the food, "You know, this is nice. Just us, no one bothering us, no phones to distract us. I think I'd like to go someplace like this for our honeymoon."
Yuri laughed. "I'd like something a bit nicer than Komarovo beach though."
"What about someplace like Fiji, or Tahiti? We could get one of those huts that are over the water and watch the fish swim around. It would be all inclusive, we can just stuff ourselves on seafood and booze. "
Yuri sighed, "That sounds amazing. Could we really go do that? Sounds expensive."
Otabek peeled the label off his beer and flattened it back on the bottle. "Well, that was gonna be Anam and Akem's present to us. They told me the other day that we could go wherever we wanted."
Yuri's eyes lit up. "So, you're saying if we wanted to go to Tahiti we can? Just like that?"
Otabek nodded, "Yep, but we don't have to go there. It was just an option. We could go anywhere, Paris, Italy, Greece, we could go back to Japan if you wanted."
Yuri had been to all those places before. He wanted to go someplace he'd never seen. Someplace that wasn't bustling with people, and fans that would spot them on the street. He was pretty sure a small island like Tahiti didn't follow ice skating all that closely.
"I like the sound of the hut over the water, can we do that?"
Otabek smiled, "Of course if that's what you want. We can get on the computer when we get home and look at resorts if you want."
Yuri thrummed with excitement.
After lunch they walked along the beach. It was late afternoon, and many of the locals were already packing up their cars to head back to the oppressive heat of the city. They were both glad to see the beach empty out. If gave them a chance to steal a few kisses without other people staring at them.
"Thanks for today Beka. I didn't know I needed this until I was here. We should do this more often."
"I was just thinking the same thing, but we need to come without our phones. I think that's what really made it nice. No calls, no texts, just us."
Yuri nodded, "I thought I'd really miss my phone today, but I didn't. I would have had my nose stuck in it all day and missed all this." He gestured towards the scenery.
Otabek kissed him, "I'm really proud of you Yura. I didn't think you'd be able to make it a whole day without your phone, but you surprised me. I think it did you some good too," he spun Yuri around and slid his hand down Yuri's back, "I don't see any sign of your rash anymore."
Yuri looked himself over, even the rosy pink bits had disappeared leaving nothing but creamy white flesh behind.
"Huh, I guess I did just need to relax." Yuri said, taking Otabek's hand.
"Wanna head home?"
Yuri nodded, and they made their way back to their things.
"I can't believe we're actually going to go here for our honeymoon!" Yuri bounced on the couch, his excitement bubbling over.
They had been looking at resorts, and had finally decided on one. The little bungalows suspended over azure waters were breathtaking. Each one had a small patio area that led down to the water, and while the exteriors of the bungalow looked rustic, the interiors had every amenity you could ask for. From jacuzzi tubs, lavish beds, small pools attached to each hut, and fully stocked bars.
"Beka, are you sure your mom and dad are okay with this?" Yuri's eyes went wide after Otabek finished adding up the price of the whole trip.
Otabek chuckled, "Trust me. I asked them over, and over if they were sure. They were adamant that we go wherever we wanted. It's their gift to us. I mean we are paying for the entire wedding ourselves. They want to do this for us at least."
Yuri nodded, "okay then, I guess we should tell them tomorrow that we've decided."
Sunday was their lazy day. A day spent in pajamas watching movies, and catching up on laundry. Otabek's parents were overjoyed that they had finally decided on a honeymoon spot. Otabek's parents had told them to contact a travel agent, and make whatever plans they wanted. Yuri was ready to make an appointment for Monday evening, but Otabek shook his head.
"No, I'll take care of this one. You just tell me what you want, and I'll go and speak to the travel agent. Don't want you getting stressed out again."
Yuri rolled his eyes, "How can I get stressed planning an amazing trip?"
"I don't' know, but I'm sure you'd find a way." Otabek laughed.
Later that evening, Otabek picked up Yuri's phone. "Yura, catch."
He had expected him to immediately turn it on, and start going through the emails and texts he had missed over the past two days. Instead Yuri set it on the arm of the couch, and continued to watch TV, not giving his phone a second glance.
Otabek raised an eyebrow. "You're not even going to turn it on?"
"Nah, I don't want to right now. I've had a nice weekend without it. I'll look at my emails and shit tomorrow."
Otabek snuggled back onto the couch next to Yuri, ready to finish the latest in a long string of movies they had watched that day.
Both of their phones still off, and untouched.
Hope you liked it. I know I've been doing a lot of wedding related stories but they're fun. I thought this might be a little different, still sort of wedding related but not