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It's different, he learns, actually being friends with someone on the ice.

It's not just Yuri, either-- Viktor's friendship kind of ends up being this weird package deal with that that he wasn't expecting and Yuuri's follows and Yuuri seems like one of those people everyone just likes for some reason and so everyone else seems to follow suit. He's not really much of a people person-- people tend to find him too quiet and get bored and he finds small talk pretty exhausting, himself-- so "friendship" in this case might be too strong a word for what any of them feel towards him, but he's invested now, enough that every now and again, he'll even post something on Instagram or like a few scattered posts here and there.

He and Yuri talk more often than that, but it's still just a smattering of texts here and there and he's no better at pleasantries on the internet than he is in person, but Yuri really doesn't seem to care, so it works out okay. It's... nice. Having someone to talk to. He's spent most of his skating career not being very good at... well, most of the things other skaters were good at. Dance, talking, smiling for the camera. He's not unaware of how sullen he looks next to Viktor and Chris in some of those pictures when it was the three of them on the podium. He's just not really someone to smile and play nice with a bunch of reporters. He prefers to mean it, when he smiles.

He doesn't smile a lot.

But that's okay, too. He's an athlete. He's good at what he does. It's enough. ... Except now he's getting out there, competition after competition and skating against people he knows and one person he knows in particular and it's... different, now. He feels things more. He's still a solid skater, does the same things he's always done, just better. He's getting silver suddenly, more than bronze, though the fight to land on the podium at all is getting rougher and he misses it more than once.

And then, on the first competition to the Grand Prix Finals, suddenly he's standing higher than everyone else, and it's just qualifier, but it matters, because it's Yuri with the silver around his neck.

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"Are you okay?" the question is tender, sweet even, probably entirely too much so, particularly with the way he's carding through Yuri's hair. Coddling and cloying. He follows it with, "Because I really want to flip you over right now but you're going to have to walk at some point tomorrow."

There's maybe a hint of a grin.

He knows how to stack the odds in his favor.

Most people might want to accept that sweetness at face value. Except it's the one thing Yuri can't stand, being coddled. And he can hear how Otabek's grinning, goading, this is on purpose.

With a snarl Yuri manages to raise his head a few inches. Eyes steel. "Soldier's eyes," Beka called them, and just like he couldn't resist them years ago - no way he can now. Yuri's banking on it.

He's going to feel this tomorrow. And that is a problem for tomorrow.

Try me. Try me, I can take anything you throw at me.

Otabek laughs to that, warm and quiet, but wholeheartedly, and it's an unexpected kind of noise, hopefully enough so that he's not going to have Yuri mad enough about it to try to get off of him, because the sound hasn't faded from the room before he's got a hand low and firm on Yuri's spine, holding him in place while he rolls them, strong enough with one arm to keep his hips off the bed while he does it, before he's settling him down to the bed, following.

It does pull him most of the way out, but not all, and the sink back in is deeper. He waits to make sure the reaction to that isn't a bad one, but then he's got one of Yuri's legs up over his shoulder, even as he's leaning down to kiss him, trusting that's a stretch that he can take.

Yuri's breath catches at getting moved so easily.

Maybe Otabek expects a scream when he pushes back in. So deep Yuri wonders if he really is going to split. There's no way to be ready for it with everything frayed raw toomuch tooclose. In the few seconds of getting turned over it feels like Beka's gotten even bigger.

Instead the noise that comes out is a high, breathy keen. Yuri kisses back though. Fiercely. Nails digging into Otabek's shoulders.

There's a flicker of real concern at the noise, Otabek pushing some of Yuri's hair out of the way to search his face for just a moment, but he's satisfied that Yuri's telling the truth about being okay with this and, more importantly at the moment, that he's not hurting, just overwhelmed. It's a fine line, but it's one he's finding he really enjoys walking when it's Yuri.

He can't move very far like this if he wants to keep kissing Yuri, and he does, so the first few thrusts are deeper but small, almost incidental to what his mouth is doing, tongue playing with Yuri's, letting him get re-used to all the sensations without actually stopping anything. The nails in his shoulders get a low moan, more like Yuri was giving him a massage than clawing into him. He's not sure how he would feel about something just hurting to hurt, but the fire from everywhere Yuri's scratched him is amazing and the nails in his shoulder just make him feel that all the more acutely.

Yuri pants through the thrusting. Moans going shallow and almost wounded as Beka pushes him deeper into the sheets. Except the kissing doesn't stop. And if there's any pause at all Yuri's trying to grind his hips up again. He wants to do this for Otabek. Be good at this, make him feel as good as Yuri just did. Even as each move shakes him apart.

He's too far past the edge to consider anything else.

It's absolutely incredible. The hot physicality of what this feels like, skin against sensitive skin, the intimacy of being this caught up in another person, this close. That Yuri is letting him do this at all, snarling and writhing and demanding in his arms. How gorgeous he is unravelled like this, shaking, his, even if it's just right this moment. He can't think further than this bed anyway.

It's maybe that part that does it-- possession, partially, but in a way that's inclusive. Otabek doesn't own much, has never felt like he needed to call things "his" beyond what happens on the ice. But he's discovering he maybe has a little bit of a thing for "ours". And this, right here, this is their's. Yuri wouldn't let anyone else see him like this, and neither would he.

It's a thought that leads him to teeth, to setting a deep bruise in Yuri's shoulder and more on his hips, joining the others, as everything turns outright harsh for a moment, too far gone for anything else, before it's over.

The teeth get a roar and Yuri jerks wildly. It isn't possible to come again. Not so close to the last time. His body tries to anyway. Because having Beka here and pushing past every physical edge, pushing them both into something new - Yuri will pour every last scrap he has into that.

This is theirs. They did this, made this, claimed this.

He clings tight as the frantic pace dies down. Sobbing for breath. Refusing to let Beka up yet, even though that would help with the breathing.

He manages to hold himself up just a little bit, not enough to make it easy for Yuri to breathe, but enough to not completely crush him in this position. He thinks to roll off of him before Yuri lets him go, but that tug downward is irresistible right now, so he stays.

Finally, though, he rolls to one side, keeping Yuri's bent leg over his hip so he pulls from deep to shallow, but he's still inside him a little. The kiss that follows is soft, gentle, but it's not the kind of sweet he was earlier, intended as a goad. It's just calm.

Everything, for just a moment, feels calm.

It's like a cool down after practice. You can't just stop. You need to ramp back down to normal, or everything seizes up. Or something. All Yuri knows is the urge to curl up is irresistible. He presses into Otabek's shoulder. Lets his eyes slide closed. Not to sleep - not yet, anyway, not with Otabek still in his ass - he just - needs this. To hold on, at least until his body stops trying to shake apart.

After a second he pulls one of Otabek's hands back to his hair.

He takes that signal immediately because of course he does, fingers carding through Yuri's hair, tender but firm, almost possessive.

Probably it's a good thing neither one of them has more experience, because there's no prior sense of what's normal or isn't-- whether this kind of thing is supposed to happen, if it's better etiquette for him to pull completely out, if there's something either one of them should or shouldn't be doing.

Instead, both of them just kind of float for a while, Otabek's hand in his hair, the occasional kiss, until he finally does shift and slide out of him, until the shaking stops.

"Shower?" he rumbles out, finally.

Yuri appreciates that. He- - enjoyed it, all of it, but if Beka had asked how he felt, if he was okay - Yuri's not ready for that. Not yet. He's still too wrapped up in the thing itself. The buzz of release still ringing in his ears.

Anyway. This is better. Practical, like Beka always is. There's a small nod from Yuri, then he pushes up. Trying to remember how legs are supposed to work.

"Yeah, me too, though you've probably got it worse," he says, when Yuri struggles to the edge of the bed. And that's just like him, too, to just not even acknowledge something as weakness rather than try to convince someone it's okay to be a little coddled or helped. He manages his own feet but it's a little touch and go and he's right there if Yuri falters, to wind an arm around his waist and help him into the bathroom if he needs to.

Either way they get there, he'll let Yuri sit on the toilet or lean against the sink while he runs the shower. He doesn't seem concerned about the fact that both of them are naked, and while Yuri's got plenty of marks to investigate on his own body if he wants, there are definitely plenty to see on Otabek, mostly long, thin scratches, at least one of which looks like it's bleeding a little.

He doesn't seem to notice them at all.

Yuri clings to Otabek on the way over. Because it's true, he feels every inch of what they've been doing. And doesn't want to let go of it. Not before he has to. There's a small grunt as he's settled on the toilet.

He finds himself mesmerized by the scratches. How they stretch and pull over the muscles in Beka's back. The landscape of it changed, because of him. Yuri looks down at his hands. There's blood under one of the nails, drying a dark red.

"I didn't - I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Otabek looks up at that from testing the water tempature, the expression on his face sort of gently surprised, like he hadn't even considered that before. It melts into a softer expression, almost a smile, a moment later.

"It was worth it," he can't deny that it hurt, after all, he just didn't care at the time. Turning, it becomes obvious that his chest is scratched up as well, but he doesn't seem to notice that either, reaching out and rubbing a thumb, very gently, over one of of the deep bruises on Yuri's hips, "I could ask you the same thing."

Yuri puts his hand over Otabek's. Flattening his palm against the bruise. Even with light touch there's a twinge. It's going to ache tomorrow. Every move reminding Yuri where it came from. How it got there.

Most importantly - who put it there.

"Definitely worth it," Yuri agrees. The smile on his face fierce and disbelieving at the same time. He tugs Beka in for another kiss.

He leans gracefully over for the kiss, gets caught up in it for a long series of moments before he finally pulls away to adjust the water temperature and turn it to the shower.

Gathering Yuri up off the toilet could be something coddling, but it really feels more just like Otabek's pulling him back into his arms after too long away, so it's probably not too objectionable, particularly when there's an accompanying line of rough, thorough kisses down his neck, hands tight on Yuri's back.

Otabek is going to find he can get away with a lot of coddling as long as he provides proper distraction. Like those kisses. Yuri sways into him, because legs are Dumb and Beka can damn well take the weight anyway.

"Beka, come on, I'm tired of being sticky," he mumbles. Making no actual effort to pull away.

"You know that just makes me want to tease you more," he's leaving another hickey on Yuri's neck before Yuri has time to respond to that, just to prove he can, but he's also stepping into the shower and then tugging Yuri in after him, careful to make sure he doesn't fall.

"Better?" it's teasing, but then, he's also kind of deliberately not getting himself in the water just yet. He's not really looking forward to how badly it's going to sting, worth it or not.

Yuri gives a half-assed growl back because the water feels amazing. Immediately sapping away any annoyance. He tips his head back into it. Closing his eyes and letting the heat work its magic on exhausted muscles. (Later, it will sink in how good he looks soaking wet, and that Otabek's not the only one who can tease. A fact which will be ruthlessly exploited.)

For now there's just an impatient tug at Beka's wrist. Because he is too damn far away.

"You. In."

The trade for the sting will be more kisses. So at least there's incentive?

He'll easily take the kisses, but the real reward for getting under the spray is getting to put soapy hands all over Yuri and vice versa in the name of getting each other clean.

That and maybe getting bossed under in the first place, which he's also not complaining about in the slightest.

He doesn't have any real desire to linger over the shower, but he'll indulge Yuri if he seems to. Either way, he's hard again before they're done, though he doesn't seem particularly inclined to do very much about it at the moment.

Yuri's making a very strong case to maybe never leave. Just about purring from all the touch, sinking more and more into Otabek. Stroking idly at his dick. Yuri feels... unwound. In a way he has never been with anyone else.

He likes it.

Eventually they should probably get out. Deal with towels, hair, actually set about getting sleep.

They do have flights tomorrow...

Otabek's never really considered himself a particularly harsh or tender person. He likes animals and children and he's had to pull himself up from literally nothing through a complete lack of support. Not that he hasn't had people backing him and caring for him, but there are no famous rinkmates, no world-class facilities, no reason for people to have their eyes on someone like him like a Russian prodigy. Things have gotten a lot better since he started winning, but he's had to do most of all of this by beating it into submission.

But he's almost shaking, finding this quiet moment between things. Yuri feels delicate in his arms but the way that turns his touch soft has nothing to do with not wanting to hurt him and everything to do with wanting to be able to touch something softly. Maybe Yuri can feel the difference and that's why he allows it. He doesn't think very hard about it, because it's nicer not to.

They sleep tangled up in each other (mostly Yuri tangled up in him, but he's definitely not helping) and the morning is all lazy kisses and the slide of their skin, which is all building quickly to a round of really fantastic morning sex, right up until one of them sees the clock for the first time and realizes how late they've overslept.

It's a hurricane of swearing, packing, and searching for phones. Yuri ends up in one of Beka's shirts. Which is going to be obvious even without the hickeys dotting his neck. There just isn't time to worry about it.

It's not until he's tumbled into a cab Yuri realizes they haven't even said goodbye. Shit.

hey

last night was good

Not exactly poetry, but Beka will understand.

Most of Otabek's "injuries" are hidden, but that just means a lot of well meaning clapping him on the back that makes him wince each time, while he's trying to finish packing his own things (Yuri's left his shirt, but that just means it's something that smells like him, which he absolutely indulges himself in for a moment while he packs) and get downstairs to his own cab (the bike was a rental, of course. He's nowhere near as rushed, having a later flight, but that just gives him more time to think about things.

So the text is a welcome relief.

Yeah, it was.

And then, because he doesn't know if Yuri's alone or not, so he has to be at least somewhat vague.

Looking forward to switching spots, next time.

Not that anyone who could see the mess of Yuri's neck wouldn't know what they were talking about, but they could at least pretend.

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Time skip to airport?

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