Okay so I lied last week when I said there wouldn't be an update, next week might be the no update week. My mom is visiting next week and I haven't seen her since July, so I'm not sure how much writing I will be getting done. I'm halfway through with another chapter, but it's pretty choppy right now. This is basically just a set up chapter for the rest of the wedding. But you guys do get to hear about Yuri and Beka's first time together, so enjoy that.


"Yura hurry up! Our flight leaves in two hours, we need to go!"

Otabek stood by the door, surrounded by three large suitcases, and a bevy of smaller bags. He'd been watching Yuri scramble around the apartment for the past fifteen minutes, grabbing last minute items and shoving them into whatever bag would accommodate them. He was a blond blur, ricocheting from room to room checking to see that the lights were off, and windows were all shut.

"I'm coming! I just want to make sure I got everything!" Yuri flew back down the hall towards the kitchen. Hair still wet from his shower, and tightly wound onto the top of his head. There would be no blow drying for him today. "Beka, I'm so glad you talked me into boarding Malysh while we're gone." He picked up her bowl, and poured the left-over water into the sink. "Pretty sure she's gonna piss in my shoes the minute we get back, but I guess I'll have to take my chances. Everyone we know will be in Almaty."

Everyone, but us at this rate. Otabek glanced at the time on his phone. They should have left a half hour ago.

"Yura, if you make us late for our flight you're gonna have to marry someone else. We've gotta fight rush hour traffic as it is. Babe…I'm saying this with all the love I have in me, move your ass!"

"Okay, okay!" Yuri picked up his carry-on bag, and pulled the handle on his suitcase. "I'm ready."

Otabek looked up at the ceiling, as if praying for strength. "Are you?"

"Yes! I swear, I'm ready! Let's go!"

"Shoes, Yura."

Yuri looked down at his feet. The cat faces printed on his socks mocked him silently. He dove for his sneakers by the door. "Shit. Five seconds! I'll be ready in five seconds. I promise."

"You better be. I just got off the phone with Yuuri a little while ago. They're all downstairs in the garage waiting for us. Yana was crying in the background, and Victor sounds like he's in the middle of an existential crisis. I'm gonna take some of these bags down and see if I can't help Yuuri. I need him to keep Victor calm. If Yuuri breaks, we're all doomed. You, pull it together, I can't deal with yours and Victor's drama at once. I'm only human."

Yuri had been slowly coming unglued the last few days. Checking, and rechecking everything they'd packed, calling Sagida a dozen times to make sure things were going smoothly on her end, and just plain freaking out in general. Otabek was unraveling as well, although you'd never know to look at him. Strong, silent type that he was; he preferred internalizing everything. Sure, he might end up with an ulcer, and a few gray hairs when all this was over, but at least, on the outside, it looked like he had his shit together. While Yuri pin balled from one melt down to another. Otabek kept himself busy with mundane things. He'd mixed several new songs, fine-tuned his routine, and even did some much needed maintenance on his bike. He was fine as long as he kept busy.

"I make no promises, but I'll be right behind you!" Yuri shouted.

It took him three tries to get his fingers to work well enough to tie his shoes. Then he heaved the rest of the luggage out the front door, his toiletries bag just missed banging against the door across the hall. He turned and locked the door, only to unlock it again, so he could run back inside and turn the lights off in the kitchen.

Yuri made it down to the garage just in time to see Victor bent over, with his hands on his knees, taking big heaving breaths.

"What's with him?" Yuri dropped his bags near the back of the car and went over to stand beside Yuuri. At this point Otabek was convinced he was the only one interested in loading the car and actually leaving.

"Oh, we're just panicking a little." Yuuri said rubbing Victors back, "he's terrified we've forgotten something. "

Victor was the most stressed out of the four of them, most of it stemming from a string of nightmares he'd had recently.

Yuri thought his own wedding nightmares were bad, but they were nothing compared to the catastrophes Victor's mind conjured up. Yuri's nightmares were simple disasters that he could see the humor in once he woke up a little. In one, he'd shown up naked to the ceremony (Otabek hadn't batted an eye and married him anyway). In another dream, someone had dropped the cake, and they spent the rest of the night mopping the floor (funny, but also disappointing since there was no cake to eat). There was even one where no one came, not even Otabek, (okay that one was actually pretty awful). His nightmares were all silly little things that could be forgotten once daylight filled his room. Victor's dreams were downright apocalyptic. Sudden deaths, plane crashes, outbreaks of civil war, there were no limits to what his subconscious could dream up.

Yuuri on the other hand, was coping with the stress beautifully. Anxiety was an old friend of his, especially wedding anxiety (Victor stoutly denied he was ever anxious on their wedding day. Yuuri remembered differently, but never pressed the subject). Otabek had meant it when he said if Yuuri broke, they'd all be doomed. For the past few days he was the glue holding them all together. Ready with a few calm words, a cup of strong tea, or a shoulder to freak out on. If it wasn't for him, they'd all be foaming at the mouths and wearing straitjackets by now.

"You'd think he was the one getting married." Yuri grumbled, "I don't remember him being this bad at your wedding."

"This is different. He just wants your wedding to go smoothly." Yuri dug a bottle of water out of his bag and handed it to his trembling husband.

Victor was just like any other nervous parent on their kids wedding day. Yuri was oddly touched by the little breakdown, he would have said so too, had he been in a sentimental mood. Right now, he just wanted to get Victor into the car. After that he was free to continue his conniption on the way to the airport.

"Ugh, Victor you sap, it'll be fine. Just, put your head between your knees or something."

From inside the car Yuri could hear Yana, bouncing in her seat.

"Yudi! Yudi! Yudi!"

Yuri reached in through the open car window, and gave her foot a little tug, "Hey Yana, you all ready to go?"

She nodded, clutching her stuffed poodle dog to her chest.

Yuri tousled her hair. "Okay, you be a big girl and sit tight while we get your silly papa straightened out. Then me and Uncle Beka will sit in the back with you on the way to the airport!"

"Victor I need you to pull it together." Yuuri cooed, "if we forget something it's okay. They have every store you can think of in Almaty. I need you to stand up, and relax, cause if we're late for our flight then we really will have a reason to panic."

"Okay," Victor took a gulp of water, and a large cleansing breath. He stood, straightening his rumpled clothes, and smoothing his hair back. "Okay, I can do this."

"Good job, Vitya I'm so proud of you. Now, how about you go sit in the car with Yana. Yuri, you too. Otabek and I will finish loading the car. "

Yuri didn't have to be told twice, he slid in next to Yana. All too happy to leave the heavy lifting to someone else.

Yuuri walked around to the back of the car where Otabek was quietly trying to shove the last two bags into the trunk. Both men traded the same bone-weary expression.

"Sorry about Victor. He's been a bit, emotional today." Yuuri rearranged a few of the bags in the trunk. "I think it's finally sinking in that you two are getting married, and well, you know how he feels about Yuri. God help us when Yana gets married. I may need to commit him."

Otabek shrugged. "It's alright. It's on par with how the rest of this day is going. Yuri almost left the house without shoes on."

"Well I'll hand it to Vitya. He did manage to leave the house with all his clothes on. How about you? You nervous?" While they talked, Yuuri had somehow managed to repack the trunk. Leaving just enough space for Otabek to slot the last two bag in.

Otabek shut the trunk. "Not too bad right now, but we've still got a few days, that will probably change."

"You'll be fine. Once the wedding starts you'll wonder what you were ever afraid in the first place."

Yuuri was always good for that kind of simple, but genuine encouragement.

They made it to the airport without a minute to spare. Otabek had to pry Yuri's white knuckled fingers off his suitcase so he could check it in. Victor had been running through various 'what ifs' on the ride over. The one about the airline losing their luggage had made Yuri turn white, and queasy. Otabek reassured him that the chances of it happening were slim.

"We fly all the time, and it's never happened. So, I don't think it's something you need to worry about. And I don't know about you Yura, but I'm planning on getting married on Saturday, with or without my clothes." Otabek gave his hand a squeeze, as Yuri watched his luggage travel down the conveyor belt, and out of sight. "Don't worry about things you can't control. It's only Monday and we've got enough on our plates this week without Victor filling your head with crazy disasters."

He was right. If their luggage got lost, what could they do? They'd still get married. Okay, so it wouldn't be in fancy suits or shiny shoes, but it would happen. He had to start thinking big picture. No matter what happened. At the end of the week they'd be Otabek and Yuri Altin-Plisetsky.

Fuck, what a mouthful.

Security was a breeze, even with having to chase Yana on three separate occasions. The fourth time, Yuri caught the gleam in her eye, and snatched her up before she took off. She shrieked as he carried her over his shoulder like a sack of laundry through security. The guards took pity on their sad disaster of a group, quickly ushering them through with little trouble.

After that, it was a mad dash to the gate, reaching it just as it was starting to board.

Otabek dropped into his seat by the window, breathing heavily. He couldn't wait for takeoff, all he wanted to do was recline his chair and pass out. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before. A combination of Yuri's restless fidgeting, and his own pre-wedding jitters had left him exhausted.

"Told you we'd make it in time." Yuri chided, pulling his laptop and headphones out, and shoving his bag under his seat.

"Just barely Yura. Just barely."

An hour after takeoff Yuuri was asleep, while Victor and Yuri watched movies. Otabek read until his own eyes started to droop. He was half asleep when he felt a weight settle on top of him. Yuri must be settling in for his own nap, he snuggled against the warm weight and went to sleep.

Otabek woke an hour and a half later. He'd assumed the weight on top of him had been Yuri using him as a pillow, but he instead found Yana curled up in a ball on his lap sound asleep.

"When did she?" He asked quietly.

Yuri shrugged, "Just as you were going to sleep. She was being quiet so none of us were going to stop her."

"Umm…problem. I kinda have to pee." Otabek shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Seriously?" Yuris hissed," you're gonna wake her up for that? You can't hold it?"

"For three more hours? No, I can't."

Yuri exhaled, and sat up straight, as if he were readying himself for battle. "Okay, let's do this."

The two of them shifted silently in their seats, until Otabek was able to roll Yana onto Yuri's awaiting lap and slink out of his seat. Victor watched from across the aisle with nervous apprehension. Yana was a light sleeper, and despised being woken up before she was ready. Her sleepy brown eyes popped open almost immediately, looking around in confusion. Victor and Yuri froze in fear.

Oh shit.

She squeaked out a sleepy, "Beeka?" While looking back at his now empty seat.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

"Shh, Beka had to go to the bathroom Yana. He'll be right back." Yuri murmured, stroking her hair. She squirmed in his lap, trying to make it down to the floor. No doubt wanting to go look for him.

"It's okay, Yana," Victor held his arms out to her, "come sit with papa."

Her face scrunched, and turned scarlet as she let out an exhausted wail, right into Yuri's ear.

"No Papa! BEEEKAAA!"

Yuuri sat bolt upright out of a deep sleep, glasses askew trying to figure out why Yana was screaming at full volume. Victor and Yuri scrambled for snacks, drinks, ipads, anything to placate her until Otabek got back.

From the front of the plane Otabek could hear Yana shrieking out his name. He'd never pissed so fast in his life. He ran his hands under the tap, and sprinted back down the aisle, drying his damp hands on his shirt as he went. He ignored the annoyed looks from the other travelers who had all been sleeping peacefully.

Yuri gave him a relieved glare as he saw him coming down the aisle.

"Yana," Yuri soothed, pointing down the aisle, "look! Look who's coming."

Yana lifted her tear stained cheek from Yuri's shoulder, and reached out to him. "Beeka…Beeka, night, night."

Otabek picked her up, soothing her sad cries. He barely had time to settle in before she was asleep again. Yuri shook his head in disdain.

"I hope you enjoyed your little jaunt to the bathroom. Cause you're not getting up again." Yuri stuck his tongue out at an older lady who had turned to give them the stink eye. Otabek didn't reply, he just wanted to go back to sleep.

Yana didn't stir again, even as the plane came in for a landing. Yuri was a bit indignant about having to load himself down with both their carry-ons while Otabek carried Yana off the plane.

"Who is picking us up Beka?" Yuri dropped all their bags in a heap the minute they were out of the gate. Victor and Yuuri trailing behind them.

"Not sure. Akem was going to, then it was Dinara, then Anam. I'm not sure who's coming yet. I guess we'll find out once we get through customs."

"Beka!" A tall, slender woman with thick tortoise shell glasses waved to him. She had wavy black hair cut in a simple shoulder length bob, and the same honey colored skin as Otabek.

Otabek's eyes lit up as he recognized his sister Dinara. He turned to hand Yana off to Victor, and moved towards his sister.

Yuri hung back, watching the tender reunion. He always loved to watch Otabek's usually hard expression softened when he laid eyes on his family. They quickly embraced one another, trading quiet greetings. Dinara and Otabek were about the same height, but where he was stocky like their mother, she was built more like their long and lean father. She had softer features, with rounded cheeks and greenish hazel eyes that were a sharp contrast to Otabek's brown. Facially they looked nothing alike. No one ever believed they were siblings; until they both unleashed the same quizzical 'Altin' stare at the same time. Then, there was no denying they were related.

Yuri dragged their bags over. Dinara wasted no time hugging him too.

"Hey short stuff." She teased. She took a sick delight in teasing him about being taller, only if it was by a spare inch or two. He had always shouted that he'd someday out grow her. But at 24, he had a feeling his growing days were over.

"Hey Dinara." He hugged her tightly, "sorry you got stuck having to pick us up."

Dinara pushed her glasses back up her nose, "No, biggie. Anam and Akem were too busy at home, so I offered. Just be glad I was out of the house before Gigi could jump in the car. She's still royally pissed about not being a bridesmaid."

Yuri shrugged, "Kinda too late to do anything about it. She'll get her chance someday."

It was a tight fit, trying to cram everything into the Altin's SUV. Especially with Yana's giant car seat taking up a fair amount of space, but eventually they made it out of the parking lot, and out onto the highway.

Sagida, Alibek and Gigi were waiting for them on the front porch when they arrived. His parents waved excitedly as the car pulled into the drive way. Meanwhile, Gigi typed away on her phone, barely looking up as they got out of the car.

The Altin's had a large, but modest looking home. Just a simple two-story, with a large backyard. The street itself was a cul-de-sac, and every house on it was occupied by Altins. Aunt Banu, lived next door, and Otabek's paternal grandparents lived across the street. Other than that, Yuri couldn't tell you who lived in what home. To him, it seemed like everyone lived in each other's homes. The whole street was like a small ant colony filled with bustling Altins of all sizes and shapes. It always took Yuri a day, or two to adjust to the near constant sound of doors opening and closing, and people going in and out of one anothers houses. Otabek however, slid right back into the chaos like he'd never left.

Everyone on the block knew they were arriving today. As soon as they shut the car door his relatives were all out on their front porches, calling out hello's and waving. Usually being in large noisy crowds made Otabek want to hide, but his loud ever bustling family seemed to have the opposite effect on him. He looked so relaxed as he stepped out of the car to embrace his mother.

"I can't believe you're all finally here!" Sagida cried. She hugged them all in turn, and scooped a drowsy and confused Yana out of her car seat. The four men waited for her to shriek in protest, but Sagida was an old hand. She whispered a few calming words to the child, and Yana was out like a light.

Guldariga pocketed her phone as her brother came over to hug her. "Hey Gigi, you've gotten taller."

Gigi and Otabek could have been identical twins had it not been for the age gap between them. She was much shorter than him, but had the same stocky build. They both had the same straight black eyebrows, brown eyes, and thin lips. The only difference being that Gigi smiled and laughed way more than her more serious brother. Her long black hair gave Yuri's golden locks a run for their money in terms of beauty. It hung well passed her shoulders in an inky black sheet that glistened in the porch light. She had her mother's wild streak as well, but very little of her father's seriousness to help balance it out. Where Otabek was quiet and subtle, Gigi was loud and in your face. Needless to say, Yuri loved her, even if they had been butting heads the last two months.

Gigi huffed in his ear, "ugh don't remind me Beka. I'm taller than most of the boys in my class right now, even when I wear flats."

Otabek chuckled and patted her head, she smacked his hand away. "They'll be taller than you soon enough."

Yuri made his way up the stairs, and planted himself firmly on the porch crossing his arms. "So, you still pissed at me Gigi?"

She pulled away from her brother and turned to face him. She hardened her gaze, and watched as he did the same. They stared at one another for a few seconds, before her frown faltered and she started to giggle.

"Nah. I mean, I was, but I think I've found a way for you to make it up to me." Gigi pulled Yuri into a tight hug and whispered in his ear, "just promise to sneak me a few glasses of champagne at the wedding and we'll be even."

"Gigi! You're fifteen I can't do that!" Yuri cried, making sure everyone could hear him. Then, he leaned in close to Gigi seemingly to hug her once more, and whispered in her ear. "I'll see what I can do. Just a glass or two though, any more than that and it's my ass that gets in trouble. And don't you dare tell Beka about our little arrangement either. I'd be in deep shit if he found out I corrupted his sweet little sister."

Gigi snorted, "I haven't been sweet since I was twelve, but I see your point." She looked pleased with their new arrangement, and showed it by hugging him tightly once more. "Aww, thanks Yuri, you're the best!"

"I know. I'm amazing. Now come and help me with all this crap." He pointed to the huge pile of luggage by the SUV.

Sagida had already ushered Yuuri and Victor into the house. "I hope you three don't mind staying at Aunt Banu's. We would have set you up in Dinara's old room, but she decided to stay this week to help out. Banu's place is smaller, but she has a guest room, and a bed for Yana, so you should be comfortable. You can come over tomorrow morning for breakfast." Sagida leaned in towards the two men, speaking softly, as if she were worried Banu would hear her from next door. "Don't tell her I said this, but Banu isn't much of a cook. You'll starve if you wait for her to make you anything."

Yuuri laughed and bowed to her in thanks, "It will be perfect I'm sure. Thank you Sagida."

Yuri, Otabek, and Gigi had managed to drag in the last of the luggage when Otabek finally had a chance to greet his father.

"Otabek! It's good to see you." His father's usually stony expression was replaced with smile, which Otabek mirrored. Yuri could see the resemblance between father and son in their awkward smiles. They hugged briefly, and fell into a conversation Yuri couldn't quite follow, until Alibek turned to look at Yuri.

"Yuri. It's good to see you again." Yuri shuffled nervously for a moment. He never quite knew how to greet Alibek. It seemed the man enjoyed keeping Yuri on his toes. Sometimes he'd hug him, sometimes he'd offer a simple handshake, and on rare occasions, he'd throw Yuri off completely with an affectionate kiss to each cheek. Yuri could never tell if Alibek did it on purpose to make him more anxious, or if he did because he liked to yank his chain (yet a another shared trait between father and son). Either way, it was always a tenuous moment for him. This time, their greeting was a firm handshake, followed by a half hug with a few firm pats on the back.

Okay, not bad, at least he didn't try to kiss me this time.

Yuri stepped back once he was released and fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket. "Hi Alibek, it's been awhile."

For as nervous as he made Yuri, he liked Alibek. He was very much like his son personality wise, but much harder to decode. In the beginning of their relationship, Alibek had scared him to death. He never did anything to make Yuri feel unwelcome; but his serious personality, and sober looks were enough to make Yuri want to hide. It had taken a few years, but the two had settled into a weird, kind of uncomfortable but not, relationship. Honestly, it reminded Yuri a lot of his friendship with Otabek in the beginning. Strange, and awkward, with a lot of long stretches of silence, but weirdly comforting at the same time.

They all sat around the table and talked back and forth, until Yuri slumped against Otabek's shoulder. Yuri snorted, and shook himself awake, only to bump against Otabek once more.

"Anam, it's late, and neither of us got much sleep. Would you care if we went to bed?" Otabek managed to catch Yuri's drooping forehead before it clunked against the kitchen table.

Sagida stood, "Of course! I forgot it was so late, you two need your sleep. I'll go next door and get help Banu get your friends settled in."

Yuri shuffled behind Otabek up the stairs to his old room. It hadn't changed since the last time they were there. Posters on the walls of various bands, a few model airplanes suspended from the ceiling that he had made as a child, a small desk, and a TV surrounded by old video game consoles. The tan and red plaid quilt his mother had made him was still draped over the twin mattress.

Yuri smiled when he saw the tiny twin bed.

He'd spent many nights in that little bed over the years. At first, when they were still friends, he'd slept in it alone, Otabek taking the floor. Sometimes they stayed separated. Other times they found each other in the night. Yuri would either curl up next to him on the floor, or Otabek would squeeze alongside him in the bed. They never spoke about it when the sun came up. Neither were sure what it meant relationship wise, they just knew they enjoyed it. Eventually, they had gotten so used to it that they slept together every night when he visited Almaty. Both concluding that they were friends who just liked to be close. Nothing wrong with that. Right?

Those were some of the best nights he'd ever had with Otabek. Both of them packed in tight and sweating, but neither wanting to distance themselves in any way.

Years later, they'd have sex for the first time in that tiny bed. It had been quick, silent, and extremely awkward. It was hard to enjoy it when they could hear his family talking downstairs while they made dinner. It wasn't Otabek's first time, but Yuri had no clue what he was doing, and he hated himself for it. It hadn't been planned by any means. They were just making out and before they knew it, it had grown into something wild and desperate. Both half expected the other to put a stop to it, or at least slow it down, but neither of them did. They were both so excited and shocked, that the sex hadn't lasted long. Otabek came after a few quick thrusts, Yuri followed, with a just one swift pump of Otabek's hand.

Afterwards, they found themselves sitting naked on opposite ends of the bed in a strange sort of limbo. They couldn't even look each other in the eye for the embarrassment. Thank god, they didn't have to linger there for too long. Sagida was calling them down to dinner a few minutes later.

Yuri remembered sitting down at the table, positive that his relationship with Otabek had been ruined. The sex was too fast, too clumsy, too inept, and there was no one to blame, but himself. Yuri was, after all, the virgin in all of this. Otabek had, had sex before. He must've been so disappointed when it was all over, no wonder he wouldn't look at him. Yuri couldn't blame him if he wanted to break up with him after this. Hell, he kinda wanted to break up with himself.

Halfway through dinner, Yuri had resigned himself to being alone forever. The thought left a raw, gaping hole in his chest. He cared for Otabek so much, it would kill him to let him go. But what choice did he have? Otabek deserved someone better than a bumbling virgin who couldn't last five seconds. He felt the hot sting of tears, and quickly wiped them away, hoping no one noticed. More tears bubbled to surface, as his stomach started to tighten. Yuri was on the verge of a melt down right in front of Otabek's entire family. He needed to escape. Whether it was back up to Otabek's room, or back to Russia he didn't care as long as he was out of sight. He was just about to excuse himself, when Otabek grasped his hand under the table, squeezing so hard it almost hurt. He glanced over, and saw Otabek staring at him with nothing but concern in his eyes.

Yuri froze. Beka had seen the little tears Yuri wiped away, and the frantic look in his eyes. When Yuri finally managed to lock eyes with Otabek he was surprised to see him smiling at him. His brown eyes so round and full of warmth. It wasn't just his usual sly, half smirk, but a full on toothy smile, that made his eyes crinkle. Yuri's stomach twisted into exquisite little knots, as he squeezed his hand in return. He knew just from seeing that big, dopey smile on Otabek's face that he had nothing to worry about.

It wasn't the most magical of first times, but he wouldn't have had it any other way.

Yeah, that little bed had been good to them. And normally, Yuri would be all too happy to sleep crammed into it, reminiscing about old times. Tonight though, was not one of those nights. He wanted sleep, and pined for their giant bed at home.

"If you snore tonight I will smother you." Yuri groused pulling his shirt over his head. He couldn't help but grin. Things had certainly changed since that first night together. Back then, he was so blinded (and deafened) by love that even Otabek's buzz saw like snoring had been endearing.

Otabek followed suit, "Same goes for your kicking. You can have first dibs on the shower."

"Fuck, yes." Yuri grabbed his pajamas, "be back in a bit."

Yuri was halfway through his shower when he felt a hand on his hip. He jumped back, his feet sliding against the slick tub floor. Otabek grabbed him before he fell.

"Fuck are you trying to kill me?" Yuri looked down at Otabek's naked form, his hand lazily wrapped around his cock. Yuri stood back in feigned shock. "Beka, in your parent's house? What will your mother think?"

"What my parents don't know, won't hurt them." Otabek slid in beside him, the hot water running through his hair, and down his chest. The shower had woken Yuri up, but a quickie was just the thing to put him back on the road to sleep.

Yuri dropped to his knees in front of Otabek's already hardening length. "Ok, but keep it down. I don't need your family busting in on us." Yuri sucked him into his mouth, humming with pleasure.

Otabek let his head drop back against the cool tile wall, "Mmmm, yeah…cause I'm the one that makes all the noise when we fuck."

Yuri looked up at him, green eyes boring holes into him as he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. Otabek let out a long guttural groan.

Yuri let his cock drop from his mouth, smiling devilishly, "I'm sorry what did you say? I couldn't hear you over your groaning."

Otabek shook his head, "Just shut up, and keep going."

After they had taken care of one another, and scrubbed the airplane smell off their skin they collapsed into bed.

"Move your elbow." Yuri growled.

"I will if you get your cold feet off my leg."

Yuri rolled to his side to face Otabek, feet safely tucked behind him. "Better?"

Otabek gripped Yuri's side and pulled him closer, slinging Yuri's leg over his hip. "Working on it."

They tossed and turned some more, finding no position comfortable enough to fall asleep in.

"Okay, now I'm positive you've never had anyone up here, but me." Yuri grumbled, dislodging Otabek's hand from his ass.

"What makes you think I didn't?"

"Because no one, but me would be limber enough to sleep with you in this tiny ass bed."

"Who says we did anything in the bed? I do have a floor you know."

"Oh please," Yuri snorted, "you're too much of gentlemen. You'd never ask someone to fuck on the floor."

"We fuck on the floor all the time." Otabek said, rolling over to spoon him. He felt Yuri ease against his chest, hand wrapping around his.

"Yeah." Yuri said quietly.

Otabek placed a kiss to the back of his blond head, "You're the only person I want to fuck on the floor, or sleep in a shitty bed with from now on Yura."

"You bet your ass I am. Night Beka."

"Night Yura."


So yeah not much to it, but like I said it's a set up chapter. I'm probably going to go back over it tomorrow and fix a few things, but it's late and I wanted to get it out there. I really like touching base with their past. There will be more of that, them getting married is the perfect time to reminisce. Hope you liked it, the next chapter should be fun, we meet more of Beka's friends and they may or may not drag him out to the bachelor party he never asked for.