By the time the Grand Prix Final was coming up, Yuri had decided that he'd had enough. He was tired of sitting around at home and he had come to despise his physical therapy. Nobody had told him just how much it was going to fucking hurt and had even resorted to calling his physical therapist all kinds of horrendous names whenever she made him bend his knee further than he wanted it to. Standing still was doing nothing but slowly eating away at him, so a week before Viktor and Yuuri were set to leave for the GPF with one of their junior students, Yuri showed up at their front door and announced that he was coming with them.
"Ah, Yurio, are you sure? You just had surgery four weeks ago and your leg—"
"Shut the fuck up, Katsudon! I'm going with you to Prague, and that's final!" Yuri crossed his arms and cocked his hip, acting every bit like a petulant child and not the twenty-year-old adult that he actually was.
After much deliberation (or really, cursing and snarling on Yuri's part and rational arguments against the idea from Yuuri and Viktor), it was agreed upon that Yuri would be joining them for the Grand Prix Final as a spectator.
And that was how, one week later, Yuri found himself sitting on a plane going to the Czech Republic, with Katsudon, Viktor, and their student that was competing in the Junior GPF, a fourteen-year-old girl by the name of Valentina. Mila was of course competing in the ladies' singles, but had flown out a few days early to spend some time with Sara before the two had to compete against each other.
Those two need to just fucking get together already, Yuri internally groaned at the thought. For whatever grief Mila loved to give him about his dating life, she sure as hell hardly had her own together.
"Yuri, is it true that you're friends with Otabek Altin and JJ Leroy?" Valentina eagerly asked from her seat.
The blonde sighed, giving the girl a sideways glance. Viktor and Yuuri had predictably passed out as soon as the plane took off, and this was Valentina's first Grand Prix Series so she was buzzing with too much excitement to sleep. She was still a complete fangirl of all of the skaters that would be competing in the Senior Division, and while Yuri was outwardly annoyed with all of her questions, he was secretly proud that he could tell her all about these people.
"Beka is my best friend. JJ is an insufferable asshat that I can't shake from my life, no matter how hard I try." Yuri hoped the venom in his voice was evident while talking about his least favorite Canadian.
Valentina's blue eyes were wide with disbelief at that. She had been a self-proclaimed JJ's girl for as long as Yuri had known her, even though JJ was still dragging out that supposed engagement with Isabella. Five years later and he still hadn't won that Grand Slam he was aiming for, and still swore that he would not marry her until he had achieved that. Yuri couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Isabella, but at the same time she was the one that had agreed to marry the idiot.
"So does that mean you'll be hanging out with Otabek while we're in Prague? Can you introduce me to him?" If her voice got any more excited, Yuri swore she'd explode from how much she was vibrating. She was starting to remind Yuri of Yuuko when she had first met him and Viktor all those years ago in Hasetsu. All she was missing were the constant nosebleeds.
He rolled his eyes so far back at that, Valentina swore that they were going to get stuck in his head. Yuri had decided that he wanted to surprise Otabek by showing up to support him for the competition, and had made Mila swear that she would track Otabek down as soon as he got to Prague and let Yuri know where to find him. And after looking up things to do with Otabek while they were in Prague, he had planned to spend as much free time with his best friend as he could, without this annoying gnat following them around like a star struck puppy.
"I'll introduce you but then you need to get lost. He and I have plans."
From the smirk on Valentina's face, Yuri couldn't help but think Mila had been corrupting this young child with her penchant for drama. Her look was identical to the one Mila gave him whenever he brought Beka up in conversation, so he already knew what was going through her little red head.
"You mean you have a date," she giggled.
Ugh, Yuri really hated teenagers, and he was within every right to say that now that he was in his twenties. "No, we do not have a date. Stop listening to the crap Mila is filling your head with."
"Okay. Whatever you say…Yurio." Valentina was now wearing a total shit-eating grin.
"Don't call me that. Viktor and Yuuri really need to let that damn nickname die already," Yuri tried to sound threatening, but it just came out more defeated than anything.
Before Valentina could say anything else, Yuri pulled his headphones out and turned on his music, full of some mixes Beka had sent him recently while he jotted down notes of ideas for his routines next season. He knew that he was just torturing himself, but ice skating was forever in his blood, whether he was allowed to participate or not.
Upon landing several hours later, Yuri turned his phone back off of airplane mode and was immediately bombarded with a series of texts from Mila updating him on Otabek's whereabouts. He replied with a Jesus fucking Christ, hag! We just landed! Give us a little bit to get to the hotel and began the process of gathering his bags before leaving the plane.
By the time they reached the hotel, Yuri was more than ready to ditch his group. Viktor had already begun waxing all poetic about his days as a Grand Prix Finalist while Yuuri was trying to be the responsible one by checking everyone into their rooms. A quick scan through the lobby and Yuri saw Mila waving in his general direction, so he trotted over to her before Valentina could follow him and start harassing his friends for autographs.
"About time you got here!" Mila beamed at him.
Yuri sneered at Mila and nodded a silent greeting to Sara, whom he had just realized was standing there. He suddenly wondered if her annoying brother would show up at any moment, given that he had qualified for the final this year, but pushed the shiver of dread aside so he could accomplish his immediate mission of tracking down Otabek for a surprise.
"Otabek is on his way down here. I texted him that Sara and I wanted to grab drinks at the hotel bar so just wait here with us. We're all dying to see the look on his face when he sees you!" Mila's face confirmed that she had been letting Valentina spend too much time with her.
"Get lost and mind your own damn business for once!" Yuri snapped in response.
"And miss this reunion between Beka and Yurachka? Never!" Mila crooned, much to Yuri's utter annoyance. He wanted to say more to Mila but was quickly cut off.
"Speaking of," Sara hissed at the two of them, interrupting their sibling-like banter, "Here he comes."
"Yura?" the surprised gasp came from behind Yuri.
With a rush of breath, Yuri felt the familiar warmth fill his chest at the sound of his best friend's voice. With a huge grin, he turned around and jumped on Otabek. "Surprise, Beka!" he cried as the larger man let out a startled 'oof' at the sudden assault. Mila and Sara 'awwwed' at the sight, earning them a middle finger from Yuri behind Otabek's head.
Otabek staggered for a second but quickly used his athleticism to grab Yuri around the waist and balance the two of them. "What are you doing here? Your knee—"
"My doctor said it was okay for me to travel and come watch. So, I came to cheer you on!" Yuri's excitement was palpable at this point, Otabek clinging to him for dear life as if he couldn't quite believe this was really happening.
Before they could talk any further though, a loud voice cut in that felt like nails scratching against Yuri's skull, instantly killing the entire mood of the reunion.
"Well, well! Looks like the little kitten decided to come support his favorite King!"
Otabek placed Yuri back on the ground and squeezed his waist while whispering, "Don't do anything stupid," in his ear before turning to address JJ.
"Jean," He greeted the Canadian with a slight nod.
"Hey, Otabek! Long time no see!" Yuri couldn't tell if JJ was purposely ignoring him at this point, but he found himself taking a deep breath and counting to three as he reminded himself that this was JJ and he wasn't worth losing his cool over.
"Princess," JJ winked at Yuri, eliciting a frustrated snarl from the blonde.
"I swear to God, Leroy, if you don't stop calling me by those girly names, I'll—"
"Yura," Otabek stepped between the two of them and placed a comforting hand on Yuri's shoulder. "I know you're offended, but JJ doesn't mean anything by it, so calm down. JJ, stop calling him those names. You're just being immature now."
For a moment, JJ looking legitimately hurt that Otabek had called him out and jumped to Yuri's defense, but the look was gone before Yuri could quite notice it. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but Viktor appeared out of nowhere as he was wont to do, and announced that he had gotten dinner reservations for all of them, plus the rest of the GPF skaters, at a nearby restaurant and they all needed to leave in ten minutes if they wanted to make it in time. Everyone agreed and dispersed to drop off their luggage and reconvene at the restaurant. Yuri lamented the change in plans because he had looked up places to go sightseeing with Otabek before dinner. He grudgingly agreed though since he couldn't come up with a way to get out of it and not offend everybody else.
Yuri was pleasantly surprised to find out that the place Viktor picked wasn't too expensive or over the top, so he somehow suspected that Katsuki might have had something to do with picking the restaurant. He picked a seat next to Otabek while everyone began trickling in. JJ, of course, had to kick a chair out and take a seat on the other side of Otabek, winking at Yuri and trying to strike up a conversation with the two of them. Every time the Canadian said something that Yuri found remotely annoying, he would visibly bristle and try to keep from snarling at the older man in the middle of the restaurant. On more than one occasion, he felt the smooth leather of Otabek's fingerless glove brushing his wrist in a silent plea to keep calm. It worked to bring Yuri off the edge every single time.
Somewhere in the background, he heard some yelling taking place, and when Yuri looked up he saw that obnoxious brother of Sara's get in some guy's face for looking at his sister in a way Michele did not approve of. Sara was screaming at him to calm down because she was already dating someone, for fuck's sake (that was news to Yuri. And by the stupid look on Mila's face, he sincerely hoped that those two had finally had the conversation they'd been putting off for almost a year now), and Emil was doing his usual best to smooth everything over between the strange twins.
At the opposite end of the table, Leo and Guang Hong were making gross googly eyes at each other and ignoring everybody else around them, while poor Katsuki looked like he was trying to pry the vodka away from an already drunk looking Viktor. Great,Yuri thought. Just what we need is Viktor doing his usual lose his clothes while drunk the night before the short programs start.
Yuri was beginning to wonder where Valentina had disappeared to when JJ let out a surprised yelp.
Ah, so she had snuck up behind JJ and was staring at him with that star-struck expression she often got around the older skaters. Her face was about as red as her hair and she just stood with her blue eyes staring wide at JJ, finally coming face to face with her skating idol and obvious celebrity crush.
"Uh, is she okay?" JJ asked, looking at Yuri. "She's not blinking."
"Valya!" Mila cried across the table. "Don't be rude! Introduce yourself or come back over here and sit with me!"
Yuri looked from Mila to Valentina and back, wondering when the two had spent enough time together that Mila had started calling her by a diminutive. Something began to click in his mind as he realized that their red hair and blue eyes looked awfully similar, and it was confirmed when Valentina stuck her tongue out at Mila and mumbled something about annoying big sisters.
Everything suddenly made sense.
"I should have known you two are related," Yuri sighed.
Valentina glared at Yuri before turning back to JJ. She started to say something but instead started blushing again and buried her face in her hands. So Yuri grabbed her elbow and yanked her forward before turning to JJ and saying, "This is Valentina, Viktor and Katsudon's Junior student. Apparently she's Mila's sister and for whatever reason, is one of your fans. Valentina," Yuri shoved the girl closer to JJ. "This is JJ, the world's biggest douchebag and your favorite skater. Say hello and get it over with."
Understanding finally dawned on JJ and he went into total celebrity mode, smiling and talking to the young girl until she was visibly more relaxed. While the two chatted away, Otabek came over to Yuri and gave him a knowing look. Yuri arched an eyebrow as if to say, "What?" and Otabek just shrugged but continued to smile at him.
"Let's go back to the hotel," Otabek suggested quietly enough so nobody else could hear them.
Yuri nodded in agreement, suddenly exhausted wanting nothing more than to get as far away from the large group as possible. They threw some money down on the table and waved goodbye to Yuuri so he knew that they were leaving, although he seemed rather preoccupied with keeping his inebriated husband from doing a strip tease in the middle of the restaurant. Yuri grinned knowing how hungover and miserable the old man would be during the short programs.
Although the walk back to the hotel was short, Yuri was slammed with a pain in his knee that he had been ignoring up until that moment. He was doing fairly well for being a month past his surgery, but he was still pushing it too far with being out on his feet for long periods of time. Otabek noticed the twinge in Yuri's face because he always noticed all the small details of Yuri, and wordlessly crouched down on his knee, indicating that he wanted to give him a piggy back ride. He was a little embarrassed, but even Yuri wasn't too proud to admit that he was once again in a not insignificant amount of pain, and so took his best friend up on the offer. So he wrapped his arms around Otabek's neck and buried his face in the leather jacket, inhaling the soft sent of leather, soap, and musk that was so uniquely Otabek.
To Yuri's surprise, Otabek didn't even ask him which room he was staying in. Instead, he brought them back to what Yuri presumed was the Kazakh's room as he pulled the key card out of his pocket and let them in to the dimly lit room before gently setting Yuri down on the edge of the single king sized bed.
"Advil?" Otabek asked while tossing a bottle of water Yuri's way and heading over to where he had dropped his suitcase to dig out a small pill bottle.
"Yeah, thanks. My knee is better but it still fucking hurts if I'm on it too long," Yuri grabbed the water bottle before opening it and taking a large gulp.
"You shouldn't push yourself," Otabek sighed, sitting down at the head of the bed and leaning against the headboard.
Yuri grunted and took the Advil that Otabek had brought him before settling down in the spot beside Otabek, casually leaning over so that their arms were leaning against each other, all while trying to ignore the flash of embarrassment he felt well up inside him. "Whatever. Totally worth it to come watch you skate."
"I'd disagree that my skating is worth risking your health, but you never listen to me, so what does it matter?" Otabek finally flopped down against the pillows in a dramatic flourish before pointing at his laptop. "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Of course," Yuri rolled his eyes and grabbed the computer before pulling up Netflix on it.
In the end, after much bickering, they chose to watch some old horror movie. Otabek kept making comments about how stupid the plot was and Yuri snapped at him to shut up and watch already. It only took about twenty minutes though before the two had dozed off on the bed together and the movie played forgotten on the screen.
Yuri was woken the next morning to the sound of an alarm buzzing obnoxiously in his ear. Instinctively, he grabbed for his own phone, but once he realized it was not the source of the noise, his sleep-addled brain began searching desperately for the sound so he could make it shut the fuck up already.
A low grunt startled Yuri enough that he let out a surprised hiss. He had completely forgotten that he had fallen asleep in Otabek's hotel room last night, and was honestly amused by the sight of the normally well-organized professional athlete blindly fumbling around the nightstand until he found his phone and kept angrily swatting at the snooze button until the cursed noise stopped.
"Beka," Yuri nudged his friend. "Wake up. You gotta get to practice."
"Mmmph," came the response of Otabek's face buried into his pillow. Yuri interpreted that to mean, "Fuck off and let me sleep."
A thought suddenly occurred to Yuri. "Wait. Shit. If I don't leave now, someone's going to see me leaving your room and think something happened last night. I gotta go!"
Otabek finally turned towards Yuri, although half of his face remained buried in the pillow, but the look he shot him was almost—hurt? Yuri wasn't exactly the best at reading emotions in himself, let alone in other people.
"So?" Otabek shrugged. "Why does it matter if people think something happened?"
Yuri's face turned a shade of red that would have made Grandpa Plisetsky's borscht proud. While he knew that he wouldn't care if people thought he and Otabek were sleeping together, he knew the press would have a field day with it. Never mind the heartbroken fans over realizing their boys were taken, they could both lose sponsorships, and Yuri said as much. He also didn't want people to think that they'd been screwing around the night before the competition started.
Otabek tried to argue, but Yuri had already gathered his things and said he needed to go back to his room to shower and change anyway. With a firm promise that he'd be back in time to watch Otabek warm up and give some last minute pointers, Yuri rushed out the door to the elevator, furiously hitting the call button in hopes that it would come faster.
It didn't hide the fact that he felt like shit after that conversation.
True to his promise, Yuri came to the public practice the morning of the short programs to watch Otabek and help out as best he could, throwing in pointers where Otabek's coach was obviously failing to help him. He could hear Viktor lecturing Valentina somewhere in the background about the landing on her double toe loop being sloppy, and somewhere beyond that Mila laughing like a hyena when her little sister wiped out in the middle of running through her routine.
Otherwise, Yuri hated to admit that the rest of the Grand Prix Final competition was a bit of a blur. He cheered for Otabek and yelled their customary "Davai!" as he took the ice, took to Twitter to make stabs at JJ when he did some over the top routine, and even made sure to watch the ladies' singles and junior divisions and was not at all surprised when Valentina got silver in her division, while Mila gold and Sara bronze in theirs.
But in the best possible scenario, Yuri was overflowing with pride when he saw Otabek step on to the top of the podium to get gold, bumping JJ down to silver, and Emil took bronze. Although he wasn't able to compete himself, Yuri had to admit it was the next best thing for Otabek to kick JJ's ass out of first place. Otabek, in turn, looked the closest to ecstatic that he'd ever seen. JJ even threw his arm around him and gave him a hearty congratulations, despite looking severely disappointed in himself, while the media snapped a million photos of them. Otabek said something in return, which Yuri suspected had something to do with telling him to stop using the Grand Slam as an excuse and just marry poor Isabella already.
By the time the medalists were allowed to step away from the ice, Yuri tackled Otabek in a hug nearly knocking him off balance while still in his skates. "Beka, you were amazing! That's the best performance I've ever seen from you!"
"Thank you, Yura. But you should have been on that podium today," Otabek returned the hug. They were both aware of the cameras flashing but ignored them and the headlines they knew would be all over the sports pages tomorrow morning.
"Hey, lovebirds!" JJ of course had to interrupt. "Once we get out of here, Emil said he knows of a great club we can all go celebrate at. Let's all go!"
Yuri wanted to say no on principle, but he tried to remind himself that Otabek was actually friends with this guy. That, and he knew Otabek secretly loved the club scene, given his side job as a DJ. Plus, as much of an asshole as he could be, there was no way he was going to let himself be the one to dim that happy glimmer in his best friend's usually stoic eyes. So he decided to hell with it and told JJ they'd go with the group.
After JJ had walked away, Otabek cocked an eyebrow at Yuri, obviously surprised at the response. Yuri tried to brush it off, saying he hadn't been out much since his injury and he was dying to go have some fun again. He knew Otabek was going to argue that going to a club where they'd spend the night dancing, standing, and drinking was not going to be good for Yuri's still recovering knee, but the younger man gave zero fucks and said as much.
Several hours later, Yuri was knocking on the door to Otabek's hotel room, barely containing his excitement as he bounced up and down a little on his toes. While digging through his clothes and trying to find something suitable to wear to a club in Prague, he had found the leather pants that he'd worn in his Welcome to the Madness routine five years ago and was shocked that they still fit, despite the fact that he had filled out a lot since then. He'd coupled the pants with a purple crop top with long and slashed sleeves, some clunky leather combat boots, and even did his makeup with a dark smoky eye look that he typically saved for competitions.
When Otabek opened the door wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and an even tighter black, v neck t-shirt, Yuri was suddenly regretting his decision to wear his extremely tight leather pants, given there was no way he would be able to hide any signs of interest in his friend right then.
"Wow, Yura," Otabek was the first to speak. "You look…incredible."
"Thanks," Yuri smirked. "You don't look half bad yourself."
Otabek gave his customary "Hmm" in response before grabbing his leather biker jacket and closing the door behind him.
"Aren't you going to be cold?" Leave it to Otabek to be practical in this situation. "And what about your knee? You didn't wear your brace."
"Ugh, Beka, I'll be fine. We're just going to run from the Uber into the club, and I'll just take lots of breaks between dancing and standing. Besides, you're forgetting that I'm Russian. We don't feel cold."
Otabek pointed out that most clubs are too crowded to find seating, so Yuri just glared at him and said "Shut the fuck up," while the older man said he didn't want to listen to Yuri complain later about being cold or in pain.
They waited in the lobby for their Uber ride to show up, agreeing that the cold December air was not something they wanted to be out in any longer than possible. The rest of the gang had already left, which was just as well since Yuri didn't think he'd be able to be in the same car as JJ and not kill him before they even reached the club.
Once at the club, Yuri could feel himself practically start buzzing with excitement. He realized that this was the first time he and Otabek had ever gone to one together, and he couldn't wait to see how he looked while slightly buzzed and dancing amongst the sweaty bodies and flashing strobe lights.
They found the other skaters by the bar, Mila waving them over when they walked in. Everyone looked like they were already several drinks in, with Mila leaning on Sara more than usual, Emil was waving his arms animatedly and yelling something excitedly at Michele, while Leo and Guang Hong were already on the dance floor and sloppily making out.
Yuri laughed at the scene while he flagged down the bartender to order a vodka tonic for himself and a beer for Otabek. "Hah, Beka, look at how these losers can't even hold their liquor."
"Careful, Yura, that could just as easily be us," Otabek smirked and jerked his head towards Guang Hong and Leo.
Yuri could feel the damn blood rushing to his face at that comment and was very grateful to the dark lighting that was customary in most clubs.
"The lovebirds made it!" JJ came out of nowhere, flinging an arm around each of their shoulders.
"For fuck's sake, Leroy, stop calling us that," Yuri had to physically stop himself from throwing his drink in the Canadian's face. He reasoned that it was not worth the money he'd waste from it.
"Let go, Jean," Otabek's voice was low but commanding.
Surprisingly, JJ obliged. Although his face already bore the tell-tale flush of someone who had been drinking for a while, Otabek ordered him a rum and Coke and handed it to JJ without a single word. JJ nodded his thanks and leaned back against the bar, trying to strike up a conversation with the other two. Otabek actually engaged in it and threw friendly jabs at JJ whenever he could. Yuri wasn't sure how to feel about this, even though he knew the two of them had once been rinkmates and even friends long before he had ever been in the picture. He knew the surge of jealousy he was suddenly feeling was ridiculous, but deep down Yuri had always suspected that he wasn't good enough for Otabek. Yuri was prickly, moody, and just an overall asshole that very few people were able to tolerate. Otabek was the most genuinely sweet person he had ever met, and deserved to be in the spotlight with tons of friends.
Yuri downed his vodka tonic and went straight back to the bar to order a kamikaze shot followed by a whiskey sour. And once he had finished the whiskey sour, he ordered another one. He knew he was being stupid and getting hammered was no way to handle his emotions, but it was too late for Yuri to do anything about it. So by this point he was sufficiently tipsy and when he grabbed a startled Otabek by the arm, he announced, "Let's dance, Beka!" and didn't give him much of a choice before dragging Otabek onto the dancefloor and away from JJ, who stood stunned staring at the two after being interrupted in the middle of a sentence.
Once on the dancefloor, Yuri shamelessly draped his arms over Otabek's shoulders and began swaying in time to the music. Otabek, for his part, began to do the same, despite his slightly flustered expression. He took the whiskey sour from Yuri's hands and drank the remainder in a single gulp. The extra alcohol visibly calmed him, and after he set the empty glass down on a nearby table, he began dancing in earnest with Yuri. The song was something electronic with a deep bass, perfect for the excuse for Yuri to get closer and grind up against Otabek. He felt, rather than heard, the soft gasp Otabek let out at the sensation of Yuri's hips rubbing up against his own. Yuri was not so oblivious to miss the growing hard-on Otabek was sporting, and knew his own erection was obvious in his tight leather pants. In the background he heard Emil make a comment about the two of them, followed by the sound of giggling women, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the trance the music and alcohol had put him into and the feeling of Otabek's body moving against his own.
A waitress walked by and offered them some of those shots they serve in test tubes and Yuri bought two before waving her off. He handed one to Otabek, who wordlessly took it and swallowed the sweet, pink liquid. The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing while he drank the shot had Yuri subconsciously licking his lips before taking his own shot.
Growing bolder with the liquor, Otabek leaned back in to dance with Yuri again, shoving his knee right between Yuri's things and eliciting a groan from the blonde. Yuri shamelessly ground down on Otabek's knee, to hell with the fact that they were in public and everyone was staring at them. As the song changed to something quicker paced, their gyrating sped up with the music until they were both sweating and panting, although whether from the heat of the club or their growing arousals, it was hard to say.
He leaned into Otabek and whispered in his ear a simple command, "Bathroom."
Otabek didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Yuri by the hand and dragged him into the bathroom and into the nearest empty stall. He'd barely locked the door before Yuri's lips were on his, his lithe body pressed against Otabek's more muscular one and forcing the latter's back into the wall. Yuri was aware in the back of his mind how unbelievably disgusting the environment was, but threw all caution to the wind as he palmed Otabek's erection through his jeans. The older man broke contact from his lips long enough to hiss out a "Fuck, Yura," before reclaiming his lips in an even more bruising, intense kiss.
At some point, Otabek flipped them around so that Yuri was the one caged against the wall, held in place by a strong arm on either side of him. The blonde continued to rub at Otabek's cock through his jeans, and in turn Otabek bucked against his hand. Yuri bit Otabek's lower lip and smirked, growling low enough so nobody else could hear him, "You like it when I touch your dick, Beka?"
Otabek whined and nipped at Yuri's neck in response. Then, without warning, put his hand on the waistband of Yuri's pants, hovering just long enough for Yuri to catch on that he was waiting for permission to continue. He had to bite back a laugh that even drunk and brain clouded with lust, Otabek still retained his manners. He growled "Touch me," and that was all Otabek needed to hear before plunging his hand into the front of Yuri's leather pants.
Of course Yuri had foregone any underwear, as it was impossible to wear leather pants with any. So when Otabek popped the button and pulled the zipper down, the cold air hit his erect cock and he hissed before feeling a warm hand grab his length. The feeling was incredible and made Yuri throw his head back against the wall, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Otabek began to pump his erection in quick, hard thrusts. Yuri knew he was aiming to get him off quickly, but he squirmed against his hand and tried to reach down in to Otabek's jeans to return the favor. Instead, he felt his hand swatted away and Otabek began pumping him faster, whispering in Yuri's ear, "You're so beautiful, Yura."
All too soon, Yuri felt that familiar heat coiling in his lower abdomen. He was too drunk to have the capacity to be embarrassed by his lack of stamina, and instead began panting a warning, "Beka I'm—"
And Otabek shut him up with a quick kiss and whispered, "Come for me," so softly in Yuri's ear that it sounded much more affectionate than the situation called far.
With a stifled cry, Yuri came in Otabek's hand. Otabek milked him through his entire orgasm, and when he was finally done, Yuri collapsed against the wall, chest heaving. He leaned up to kiss Otabek again, this time more sweetly than they had been several minutes before. He felt the other's still hard cock poking into his hip, but when he offered again to take care of it for him, Otabek shook his head and instead reached for the toilet paper to clean Yuri up. Thankfully leather was easy to clean.
Finally, once Yuri had regained his breath and the two of them had rearranged their clothes, washed their hands, and smoothed their hair, he mentioned that they should probably head back to the bar before everyone started wondering where they were. Otabek nodded, adjusting himself uncomfortably before the two of them left the bathroom. As they made their way back through the crowd, Yuri was surprised to feel Otabek place a protective hand on the small of his back as he steered them back towards the group.
Mila was the first to notice and winked at Yuri, a knowing look on her face. She thankfully kept her mouth shut for once and turned back to Sara and shamelessly started brushing the other girl's dark hair back from her face.
JJ had thankfully wandered off to play a round of pool with Michele and Emil in one of the VIP rooms, so if he had noticed that the two of them were gone, he was too distracted to say anything now. Guang Hong and Leo had already left, presumably back to one of their hotel rooms to continue where they left off on the dancefloor.
Yuri could feel himself starting to sober up from the alcohol and his adrenaline rush, and with it came the shooting pains in his knee. He swore under his breath as his leg gave out, blindly reaching out for something to grab. Thankfully Otabek stepped in to grab his arm and help him back up. "We should get you back to the hotel," he said, wrapping his arm around Yuri's waist to support him.
Yuri nodded his agreement and shot Mila a text that his knee was hurting and he couldn't stay out any longer so he and Beka were heading back to the hotel. She just responded with a winky face followed by the eggplant emoji. Yuri sent back a middle finger emoji.
Uber called and exhaustion setting in, Yuri tried to force down the anxiety of realizing what he had just done with Otabek. He knew that they needed to talk about it, because for fuck's sake friends don't just drunkenly jerk each other off in a club bathroom, but the pain in his knee really was getting overwhelming to the point that he was almost in tears, so he figured that was a problem for another time.
As if sensing his distress, Otabek wrapped an arm around Yuri's shoulder and rubbed comforting circles on his arm while they waited for their ride in the lobby of the club. Yuri leaned into it gratefully and couldn't help the content sigh that came out as he felt Otabek run his fingers through his long, blonde locks with the hand not holding him. He'd been letting it grow out over the years, and the longer it got, the more Otabek had seemed compelled to touch it over the years. Yuri certainly wasn't complaining.
The Uber finally arrived and they climbed into the back of the car, collapsing into the seats. The clock on the driver's dashboard read sometime after three AM, so it was no wonder they were so exhausted between the time and the fact that Otabek had just spent the last several days competing.
Back at the hotel, Otabek stayed with Yuri until they reached his room and unlocked the door. As he was going in, he noticed Otabek turning to leave, so before he could stop himself he reached out and grabbed the older man's sleeve. "Stay with me tonight?" he asked, more hopeful than he dared admit.
Brown eyes searched his green ones for a few seconds before giving him a look that could only be described as regret. "I'm sorry, Yura. I don't think that's a great idea. You need to take some Advil and get some rest now."
"Oh," Yuri tried not to let the hurt show in his voice as he dropped his hold on Otabek's sleeve.
Otabek grabbed his chin and forced Yuri to look at him. "Hey, don't be like that. We'll talk about it later, okay? I really do think we need to sleep in our own beds tonight, but I promise that's not a bad thing." He pressed a gentle kiss to Yuri's forehead. "Goodnight, Yura."
Yuri fought the familiar sting in the corners of his eyes, but nodded his understanding. "Okay. Night, Beka. Call me when you wake up and we can grab breakfast."
Otabek inclined his head in agreement and placed one last chaste kiss to Yuri's lips before turning away and walking back to the elevator.
Once he was in his room with the door closed, Yuri was too tired to do anything other than dry swallow some Advil before he stripped his clothes off and crawled into the bed completely naked. He was telling himself how much he should at least brush his teeth and wash his makeup off, but he told that voice in the back of his head to shut up. Besides, what did he care if he got makeup all over the hotel's sheets? It wasn't his bed.
He curled up under the covers and finally let the tears he'd been holding back stream out. He was exhausted and so confused about everything that had happened, and the pain in his knee was only making him more emotional.
Beka said this wasn't a bad thing and that we'll talk tomorrow, he mentally scolded himself. Get your shit together.
But none of it mattered. He had quite possibly fucked up his only real friendship in a moment of drunken weakness, and with that thought dominating his mind, he silently cried himself to sleep.