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Mar. 29th, 2017 07:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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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Date: 2017-03-30 02:20 am (UTC)Maybe he manages just a hint of one.
Still... there's an energy there, as they make their way off the ice, that's undeniable. He's always been kind of the sideline to someone else's amazing score, an impressive afterthought. He's not used to having all the attention be on him, as people talk and cameras flash and he's both starting to get a little bewildered by it and also just feels a strange, humming sort of feeling under his skin, something that wants out.
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Date: 2017-03-31 10:29 am (UTC)Finally he manages to worm away. Hovers around a corner, to see if Otabek gets the same opportunity. Or if he needs a rescue mission. Yuri could totally arrange that!
(And start about sixty-gazillion rumors, but he's not thinking that far.)
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Date: 2017-03-31 11:52 am (UTC)But then someone over on the other side does something outrageous (he can't tell over everyone's heads if it's the newlyweds or Christophe. Or both.) but everyone's head turns for just a second and he all but bolts, walking instead, but fast, straight around the corner and almost bowling Yuri over.
He catches him though. Isn't that nice?
He doesn't have some kind of epiphany about that, exactly, but suddenly having his arms full of the other skater makes everything in his head just stop for a moment on an "oh." even though he's not actually sure what he's "oh"ing about.
BOTH. It's both. :D
Date: 2017-03-31 12:06 pm (UTC)Yuri means to say 'Congratulations.' Not squeak and look stupid damn it he's the one supposed to be rescuing this time! He scrambles to find his feet again. And his breath. Why is it suddenly hard to get air?!
"Watch where you're going!"
Crap, that was too loud. Some of the reporters are turning back from whatever spectacle the gross husbands have caused.
Yuri grabs Otabek's wrist. Towing him to the first door they can close. He's not really paying attention, so who knows where they're going to end up. Hopefully not a janitor's closet or something.
it's always both. :3
Date: 2017-03-31 12:21 pm (UTC)They stumble through the door and it's not actually a janitor's closet, which is good. In fact, it's the opposite-- some kind of side room for hosting special guests who come to the arena, dark and silent now, but opulent, tables with white tablecloths and a chandelier.
They both kind of slam into the wall next to the door and Yuri manages to get the door closed but Otabek is the one who locks it, just in case anyone was following. It's one motion between that and pulling Yuri closer and they're already all tangled up in each other. He doesn't know where the impulse comes from. He's certainly not thinking about it. There's just too much under his skin and the panic and the run has banished all of the tiredness he was feeling and Yuri feels so good in his arms.
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Date: 2017-04-01 12:50 am (UTC)Yuri automatically pulls tight in response. Everything all at once hot and close and he's still buzzing from the performance. From all the things he wanted, didn't get, couldn't get. In some ways this is the hardest part of competition. When you're still amped up, with nowhere to spend all the energy left.
And here is something Yuri suddenly can get.
He ends up half-climbing Otabek, because his mouth is too damn far away. Wrapping his arms around his neck, pressing their lips together.
Ohshitohshitohshit.
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Date: 2017-04-01 01:23 am (UTC)He is not surprised.
He isn't sure what he is. Other than kissing Yuri-- he is pretty sure that is a thing he's doing, helping haul him upwards as soon as he sees where he's going, except he doesn't see where he's going. Everything feels instinctive, the way some of the simpler jumps are, when you've done them so much they're just a part of you now, not something you have to think about. Except he's never done this before.
A girl had kissed him, once, for a few minutes, after an evening out he didn't realize until almost a year later was supposed to be a date. She'd made some kind of comment about not being able to read him, at the end. He hadn't thought it was bad, but it clearly hadn't been the right reaction. This... has nothing to do with that. He's reasonably sure it's the same motions, is the same thing. But it feels nothing alike.
He slams Yuri against the wall he was already next to, but it's not with any intention other than to push closer, to hold him up at the right height to kiss more, deeper, desperate.
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Date: 2017-04-01 01:33 am (UTC)Yuri growls when he's shoved into the wall. At this angle he can actually wrap his legs around Otabek's hips. Which at first is just to keep steady, but then there's a spike of heat between his legs. The friction turning the growl into a groan.
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Date: 2017-04-01 01:55 am (UTC)He echoes more of the growl than the groan at the friction, pushes back, turns the friction into a grind and he's definitely never done that before, nothing even close, except with his hand. That's enough to know what that is. What this is, without further questioning, but all that does is turn the grind into a pulse.
He breaks for air, his noises soft, quick little sounds, like the sip of air he takes before he's moving one hand up to curl in Yuri's hair, the other still locked under his thigh, pulling him just barely into an angle before their mouths meet again.
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Date: 2017-04-01 06:39 pm (UTC)This is having... rather the opposite effect. Especially with the pressure of Otabek rocking into him. Yuri keens as that heat keeps building. Deepening the kiss when he's got their mouths back together, swearing in the breaks for air.
"Fuck - Otabek - Fuck."
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Date: 2017-04-01 10:22 pm (UTC)All of the skaters Yuri knows have pretty impressive muscle structure in their upper bodies, toned and powerful, that comes naturally from being as fit as they are in general. It's pretty clear, on the other hand, that Otabek lifts, has worked to make sure he's trained the upper half of his body along with the lower, instead of letting it follow along naturally. He doesn't have any trouble at all moving Yuri's weight around one-handed, not even a hint of strain in the effort, until their cocks can line up through their clothing and he can push the friction into Definitely Having Some Kind of Sex Against This Poor Wall territory.
After the first push of that, he does suck a bruise low into Yuri's neck and that's what gets him pulling back to kiss him with that same intensity instead, because suddenly if he doesn't, Yuri's going to end up with a mess of them.
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Date: 2017-04-02 02:11 pm (UTC)Especially not when Otabek just moves him like that. And hell, Mila can deadlift him, but this is different.
Yuri snarls at the mouth on his throat. Not connecting what that's going to look like when they get out of here. Who cares. He can think exactly as far as the next kiss, the next rub of Otabek's dick against his.
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Date: 2017-04-02 11:26 pm (UTC)They're careening towards an edge, something irrevocable, here, and Otabek doesn't talk much but there's really no reason to hold a lot back when he does want to say something, so it's hardly something he has to think about, to growl out,
"Hurry up... I want to watch you come."
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Date: 2017-04-04 12:28 pm (UTC)There is no possible way to last any longer after that. Not with the rage of competition still seething through him, Otabek's hands on his ass and Yuri's not really though much about having a first time but this?
This is fucking perfect.
He unhinges on that thought, legs clamping tight. Burying his face into Otabek's shoulder with the last scrap of sense his has. Otherwise the whole damn stadium is going to hear the scream.
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Date: 2017-04-04 12:43 pm (UTC)He is not used to things being this easy.
Yuri pulls him in with his legs, tight, and the friction spikes, but if he had to peel apart this moment, he would say it's the scream that actually does it, even though it's felt in his shoulder more than heard, the way Yuri does this like everything else he does-- violent and angry and brilliant. His own noises are quiet, but there's a different quality to them for Yuri to squirrel away, something a little wounded, soft, in his ear.
He sinks down to the floor with Yuri's legs still slung over his hips a moment later and that he doesn't just fall on his ass is pretty impressive since he's sinking there because he's pretty sure he can't hold them both up anymore. He keeps Yuri locked tight in his arms though, and he's hit by an aftershock he's not expecting, when the weight of him settles in his lap, hands able to cup opposite sides of him around.
Probably this should be awkward. Maybe it's going to be awkward. They hadn't really even sort of been like this before or talked about this. But right now, Otabek really doesn't care about any of that. He wants to kiss Yuri some more, so he does, gentler now.
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Date: 2017-04-04 08:42 pm (UTC)But Otabek snuck up on him. And whatever this is, it's good. So Yuri clings tight. Taking his time exploring Otabek's mouth, now that the frenzy has passed. It would be a lie to say he never wondered about how it would feel.
"Congratulations," he mumbles. Belatedly. He's smiling, and it probably looks stupid but he can't help it.
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Date: 2017-04-04 11:26 pm (UTC)"Thanks. I should win more often," it's clear from the tone, low, pitched for the space between them, that he's not saying that because he wants a gold medal, not right now, but because of this.
"They are going to be looking for us," is what he follows that with, but there's also another kiss, and he doesn't seem to be in any particular hurry.
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Date: 2017-04-05 11:38 am (UTC)"Tch. You can try."
Then he breaks into another stupid grin. Lets himself be kissed again. No really. Otabek should definitely try. Like. Maybe right now. Yuri sinks more against him, soaking in the warmth.
Except... ugh, Otabek's right. Yakov's going to start bellowing any second. As Yuri comes down from the high, reality begins to push back in. He's starting to get cold, and sticky, and... uh-oh. His costume is light, and there's... okay, there's kind of some evidence showing up now.
"Oh shit."
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Date: 2017-04-05 12:04 pm (UTC)He looks to see what Yuri's upset about, and then flushes just a little because... oops? But he only takes a moment to be embarrassed before he's running through options. He's wearing pants over his costume and they're black, but if he gives them to Yuri, he's both in the same spot and Yuri is wearing his pants and as much as he suddenly realizes how hot that is, it's going to be just as suspicious.
"I can't help with your coach or anyone else, but I can go out first and keep the hyenas from seeing you." It's a hell of an offer, both with how much Otabek is not usually particularly sparkling in front of the press and that he's offering to do it sticky and tired.
(Of course, this also means there may be an interview later where no one else can tell what's happening, but Yuri can see himself written all over Otabek.)
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Date: 2017-04-05 12:44 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Um. Okay."
He pushes off. Kind of stumbling, all grace gone. Not sure what he's supposed to do now, what to say. His face is bright red, hair in shambles. It's not hard to guess what he's been up to. Even if he could cover the stain,
There's some luck on their side, though - most of the reporters are still distracted. Something about Viktor getting a nosebleed. Between that and Otabek, there's definitely enough cover for Yuri to book it to the locker room. Run his costume under cold water. Hoping the trick for blood works here.
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Date: 2017-04-05 01:11 pm (UTC)It's not complicated.
Neither is pulling Yuri back in for a final kiss,
"See you at dinner?" it's a question, but it's rhetorical, more a confirmation that he's going out to dinner and an invitation for Yuri. But there's no real answer needed and probably no time for one anyway, before he's back out in the flashing lights.
This time, he does actually manage a smile. One reporter gets a really good shot of it, even.
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Date: 2017-04-06 10:52 am (UTC)In short - Yuri's kind of a mess. But it gets folded into his usual short temper, his sure disappointment at only nabbing silver. (Sure. He'll just let everyone think that.)
He spends way too much time choosing clothes. Picks up the phone half a dozen times, torn whether he should text Otabek this soon? Or not? You know what, fuck this. He's not going to NOT text Otabek just because they... shit shit shit there goes the blush again.
you dressing up?
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Date: 2017-04-06 11:54 am (UTC)Not that Otabek ever looks particularly fancy, but it's a nod to his fashion choices being deliberate, which Yuri actually might not know about him.
Should I?
There's no emoji and Otabek wouldn't be smiling anyway, not with his mouth, but there's something in the question that Yuri's come to recognize as more the tone of him smiling.
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Date: 2017-04-07 12:34 am (UTC)i mean
if you want
you always look good
It's not like dinner is going to be that big of a deal. Viktor has just announced everyone's coming, without really asking anyone, so... yeah. Yuri would have gotten dragged there one way or another. Now he's actually looking forward to it?
i have to wear a sweater tho
dont want to look stupid
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Date: 2017-04-07 01:23 am (UTC)He's not. They both know he's not. In fact, he only says it because they both know he's not.
You're welcome to your revenge later.
And there it is, subtle but plain enough. Yuri probably should have expected as much, that Otabek wouldn't shy away from things, but it might be surprising, to see how easily that's offered, no pause between the messages other than the time it would have taken to type.
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