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He put his hand out for the shirt. Yuri wanted more of him. Sure, competition allowed the hotel rooms to become the skaters’ home for the time but it was obvious that there was much of the older one in the room. No major presence of music, no original color schemes or furniture, there was no real change in Otabek’s stay in comparison to the one before it or the one that’d be after it. Unless the blond looked towards where the essentials had been left out.

His eyes raked down his friend’s body again. There was more to look at then the faces the other could make anyway. Though admitting he’d be staring at his body, or more particular parts, might have made it all the more stressful. It made sense for such a stoic man to be worried about showing emotions but he was with Yuri. The tiger wasn’t going to laugh. Unless it was something really strange but he wouldn’t mean to laugh. Otabek shouldn’t be able to hold that against him. “Every time I laugh… you can request I do something. Either to myself or to you. Po rukam?” Sealing the deal in Russian only made it feel more official.

He bit his lip, honestly wishing this was in a bit more of an... intimate place, then a hotel room. Like his own room, or Yuri’s, but he wasn’t about to stop now, not when Yuri seemed to be playing along so perfectly. He nodded at the question in Russian, replying also in the language. “You I sort of wish I could play some music or something. Even if just to make it that no one else can hear us. Its a little scary, you know?”

His heart was pounding as he said this, as his hand was sliding down his own toned stomach towards the waistband of his pants. His eyes met with Yuri before it dipped inside, and wrapped around the firm shaft. “Yura... will you do something for me before I start? Will you.. will you kiss me? I know its silly, but I want to know this isn’t just... hormones getting the better of us. That you want this, now and later.”

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His shower suddenly seemed boring. Otabek, cock in hand, the water dripping down, the slick slosh of an active touch. It was enough to make a new image for the blond. Spotting the blush, Yuri knew he was back in control. He wasn’t sure if he had ever lost it but he was clearly the one calling the shots. “If I’m going to help, I’m going to need some information.” An attempt at being sweet felt anything but. “When you’re home alone- do you imagine looking down at me or up at me?” Even that created more questions than answers. “Is it sweet and giving or needy and taking?”

He leaned back into the other’s space to purr against Otabek’s lips. An almost nonexistent touch that couldn’t be classified as a kiss. “Is it even sexual? Or do you think about those shoulder rubs? How my hair untangles through your fingers?” His gaze traveled down to look for any affect. His fingers brushed over the raised waistband. He wanted to drop his hand lower but, instead, he tugged at the bottom of the tank top wanting it off. “I want to see what I do to you.”

Wow, Yuri just went from cute sexy to SEXY sexy in minutes flat. From elven prince to sex kitten. He bit his lip as he practically watched his face morph; he really did look more masculine without makeup. “Honestly I’ve imagined everything. Looking up as you ride me, or as you take me; looking down as I ride you, or take you. I think you’d be a much better rider then me, but either way its all hot.” he licked his lips, so close to Yuri’s own, barely able to hold back. “Sometimes its slow and sweet, mostly when I’m taking you, and then I imagine you taking me with the same passion and energy you show on the ice.”

His hands went to that hair on instinct at the mention of it, running through strands. “At first it was innocent, and I felt guilty getting off to little things like running my fingers through you hair. But then eventually as you grew and became more masculine, it started to change on its own.” his breath hitched at the fingers on his waistband. He sat up a little to pull his shirt off like the blond seemed to be requesting. “I-I can show you, but promise you wont laugh at any faces or sounds I make? Its different with someone watching.”

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Sitting up, Yuri smirked. His weight was place on the other’s stomach and his hands rested on over the cloth straps. It was a sweet confession; coming from Otabek, how could it not be. The subject was tiptoed around nicely but the blond could fix that with the sudden boost of courageousness. After being told he didn’t need to worry about walking in on private time it was reassuring to know it still happened. “You tug off to me?”

The tip of his tongue passed through his lips. A lot of questions were raised. Did he grunt? Scream? Picture things he wanted done? Go off memories? The subject wouldn’t be dropped until it all got answered. “Will you show me?” He moved his hands down Otabek’s chest to push up. The hands on him were missed immediately. Briefly, he stood over him on the bed before stepping towards the pillows. In a hotel full of their peers and in front of him the blond questioned how much would be held back. “I want to see how much experience you have.”

He blinked for a moment as if he didn’t process what the other said. “You.. want me to... right now?” a blush covered his face, “I.. well I don’t know if I can... I kind of already.. well.. in the shower earlier.” he looked away in shame, he had no idea Yuri was going to ask him that, if he had know, he probably would have done it in the shower, though he would still be shy about it.

“Well yeah, at least when I want it to be good and not just for the hell of it. You know how I feel about you and how you skate and move.” it wasn’t a secret. Maybe the sexual part was, but he adored everything about him. “I’ll need some help if you want me to do it now.” he wouldn’t lie, probably even a kiss would get him going, but he didn’t know if Yuri wanted that.

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“Tch.” Yuri wanted to deny he got jealous but he didn’t like sharing. He didn’t want someone else to have his mentor, enemies, or friends. Last time he heard Sara and Mila talking about Otabek’s skating, he may have called them a few names while threatening to shut them up. And that was only them admiring his talent. If he had to scroll through reports and posts about the increased sex game of the hero- he’d probably have to sacrifice his phone for a month.

He looked towards the door to wait for a disruptive knock. When it didn’t come fast enough, he shifted across the blankets to move to the other’s side. With almost anyone else more space would have been created if the blond didn’t leave completely. Otabek was different though. Yuri didn’t want to leave because he tried to get closer. He knelt to straddle the other’s waist.

His knees were pressed against his friend’s hips as his body hovered inches away. "If I had…“ Hands were added for support on the muscular shoulders and blond strands fell to cover both their faces as he leaned forward. Honestly, his lips were only brought to the hero’s ear so words could be formed. The locks that brushed against Otabek’s face and the warm air trapping between his ear and shoulder was an added bonus. "I’d know you wouldn’t be leaving.” A bit more confident than his thoughts actually had been. There was still times when Yuri wondered what he did to deserve Otabek as a friend, of course the insecurities would reach any sort of sex dream he had.

“I’m not going anywhere.” his voice was just a touch huskier because of Yuri’s new position. “I already told you, you’re stuck with me for life. Its up to you if thats just as friends, or something more. Either way, I’m not leaving.” he shivered as he felt the blond’s breath on his skin, and his hair tickling his collarbone and cheek. His hands instinctively went to the slim waist and wrapped easily there, maybe his hands were pretty big, because his fingertips could almost touch across Yuri’s back.

“You mean the world to me, Yura. I’d never deny you anything you wanted from me, and I’m certainly not interested in sharing much more then a glimpse of my sexuality to anyone else. I’m not innocent, but I haven’t exactly been with anyone either. You already know that you’re all I’ve been able to think about since I first saw you, and certainly since Barcelona, and that includes when it comes to more... embarrassing things.” okay, he blushed at that admission. he basically just told Yuri that he’d jerked off to him, and only him.

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When it first started, Yuri credited it to being bias. Otabek was his first real friend- of course he’d think the other was great. Then he began to notice things and crave the closeness. Again, he thought it was because they were apart so often. Though when the bedroom talk started and his face burned, he was willing to think of it as something a little more. Leaning away, his hand covered Otabek’s mouth. “Shh.” The blond needed silence for his own sake.

A role he played to an audience of thousands was nearly impossible to pull of in private. If he imagined a crowd- no. Focused back on Otabek, his hand slid slowly off the other’s lips. Leaving a touch of fingertips to guide down his neck to palm the bare shoulder. “The fantasies you could stir up with the unknown alone. The intense eyes.” Yuri wasn’t sure how anyone else felt but he’d describe it as eyefucking. Though it was more like being examined. That gaze could make anyone squirm, just waiting for some kind of verbal conformation that they passed the inspection.  

“You’ve already let people question their place with you and they’ve already thought about how slick your hair would feel and how your lips would taste. It’s time to make them dream about the rest. How strong you could hold them, how big your hands would look on their bodies.” Being a bit on the small side, Otabek didn’t have huge hands but he was good with them and expressed a lot with them while skating. The only issues Yuri had with the man’s jumps was the closed fists that went with them. “Make them think of if you’d be the in the morning or if they’d have to pleasure themselves one more time with memories and the smell of sex still lingering on the sheets.” Saying it all with only a slight hitch to his voice on the word sex was surprising. “Then hug an Otabear to show you’re cuddly. They’ll think about spending the day at your side- warm and safe. Never wanting to leave. The entire arena would be moaning your name.”

He had to admit, that made him a bit flustered, hearing it from Yuri. The idea wasn’t something that hadn’t crossed his mind, but hearing it from the blond was something else. “Would you really be okay with me doing that though? Something tells me it might make you a bit... jealous.” was that too bold to say? They weren’t together, but any time that someone seemed to show interest, Yuri did get a little clingy. “I mean, they can’t have me, even with it all laid out. They can look but they can’t touch.”

Fingers on his lips were almost too much, they twitched under the blond’s fingers, but he managed to stop if from seeming like he was kissing them. “You’ve seen more of me then anyone else, have you ever thought of what it would be like? I mean I’ve held you, given you massages, you know my hands... have you thought of them doing other things? Other places? What it would be like to wake up beside me like that?” now it was getting dangerous, but he was at the point he didn’t care, though if Yuri pushed him away entirely, he wouldn’t deal very well with it.

He ran a hand down Yuri’s back, almost sensually, moving a little closer subtily. “You’ve experienced my cuddly side, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to be the one who COULD touch what you saw on the ice.”

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“Shut up.” He felt the heat rise back to his cheeks. Yeah, Otabek was more equally proportioned between leg and torso than a lot of skaters but he wasn’t boney and rough angles. He was someone to lean and cuddle against and a lap to sit and a shoulder to sleep on. “Don’t mention being JJ while we’re in the same bed!” Yuri hated the similarities that had ever been brought up over the years. If it wasn’t for the scoring, he would have cringed every time Otabek landed a quad Salchow.

“I figured you wouldn’t appreciate me telling you to display your muscles, make them think about your legs supporting their weight against a wall and your arms holding them close. Dominate their thoughts until their thighs are trembling as they go to leave their seats.” The stone face couldn’t hide the darker blush. He didn’t get embarrassed by talking about his own sexuality and he could at least complain about others but when it came to Otabek- his speeding pulse flustered him from getting more detailed. He only hoped it’d embarrass the other more. “Still not hot enough?”

A smirk slid onto his face, “Really? Maybe I would appreciate that. I’m feeling insecure and telling me I’m basically a cuddly blob isn’t helping. But saying it like that, that helps. Make me sound sexy. Even if you don’t really mean it.” he raised a brow as if that was a question and not a statement. He actually didn’t really know how Yuri looked at him. The blond knew that Otabek basically thought he was some ethereal elven being, but he never really asked Yuri how he saw him.

“You know its not easy to fluster me when its just us,” unless Yuri was actually hitting on him, then he might blush. But he was clueless as to if the blond actually was or not. He was generally clueless when people showed interest in him. “And you know, I might dominate on the ice, or try to anyways, but unlike on the ice, I’m a bit more flexible in the bedroom.” he honestly had no experience there, or very little anyways, but he was more of a ‘whatever my partner wants’ kind of guy. If they wanted to be dominated, then he would dominate, but if they wanted to be in charge, he could let them have their way.

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“It might be a deduction in competition but you could make it up. If they bother to count it as a prop.” They usually only took off for negligence of props because they’d be hazardous on the ice. Otabek had enough backers and talent to have them look the other way over a jacket. However, though Yuri thought it was a good idea and that he’d do it, the hero played by the book. If he wanted to save it for an exhibition skate, that’s what it’d stick to. “You only need to show them what you have once and they’ll never stop thinking about it.”

He paused at the question. “I- I notice the competition.” His voice sounded weak. “You have mystery on your side and your legs are top of the list.” Especially when he was on his bike and the pant legs were loose but tight enough to tease an inviting lap and solid calves. “Your face doesn’t sparkle. I mean, I like it but the camera doesn’t.” The cameras couldn’t read soulful eyes without being directly in front of them; skating didn’t allow that. “So make them swoon by being the deep guy with the body they want to curl up beside.”

They were dodging the reason for the talk of change- skaters didn’t skate forever. Sure, Otabek touched on things happening in the change room but they weren’t talking about it now. People got tired of them, their bodies gave out on them, or they burnt out mentally because of restrictions or lack of wins. Who knew how long either of them still had on the ice.

“Well I don’t think I’d do a jacket in an actual competition, but the rest is a good idea. Then there is the ex skates too. I could stop using classical stuff for those. I mean people went nuts over the little bit of badass I showed back in Madness. So I can only imagine if I did an entire ex like that.” he was seriously thinking about it, it wasn’t a bad idea at all. He might have to do a last minute change  for his ex skate in a few days.

“My legs, huh? I didn’t know you like them.” he teased, laying back and lifting one in the air for emphasis and to examine it himself, his sweat pants sliding up his leg to his knee. “I don’t know. They seem plain to me. And stubby.” nothing like Yuri’s long, never ending, gorgeous ones. “And if I sparkled, I’d be JJ. I don’t think you’d want that. So I guess I’ll just have to give them the smoulder instead. Though saying it that way makes it sound like you want me to have a ‘Dad’ bod. So not hot.”

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Lilia’s main advice was to use what he had that the others didn’t. JJ winking and flashing that infuriating grin was no different from the blond taking advantage beauty, grace, and rare innocence. Otabek just didn’t play the side games. Though when the discussion started, Yuri’s teeth clenched. It was bad advice. Nothing needed to be changed and they fans didn’t need any more fuel for the fantasies.

“That won’t do.” He tried to find an excuse to limit the reel in the nonexistent uniform. “Leather would restrict movement and lessen the distance on your jumps.” That sounded reasonable and there was a good chance that it may have hurt in scoring. “I’m thinking basic. Denim with a high Spandex count for motion and a shirt with a loose collar that looks like you’ve pulled on it too much.” It could have been a tortured soul bit but could have been a short tempered anger feel too. “The leather can be in your accessions. Little things like a thicker wrist cuff or a layered bracelet. One of the ones that looks like it’s eight different ones.” The song would have to come later but there had to be something of Otabek’s setlist that would fit it. “And a pocket chain to catch the attention and draws it to your ass.” If the others wanted to play dirty, Yuri wasn’t against it. “It’ll have to be sewn to your pant leg so it doesn’t twist on the spins. And end by putting on your jacket. You’d have to find a reason to grab it off the wall but maybe you can make some wide runs to get it then tighten into the center as if you’re closing off from the crowd and then using your jacket- further separating you from them.”

Otabek hummed, “Sounds more like an exhibition skate. Usually props aren’t encouraged in competition. Could do leather leggings that are mostly spandex too. I know some skaters do simple outfits for competition, but I think I’d at least stick to a dress shirt, even if its maybe a little worn looking. Maybe leather look leggings and a worn torn dress shirt, then do jeans and a t shirt and leather coat for the exhibition.”

He sighed again, running a hand through his own hair. “You think my ass is nice enough to draw attention to?” he smirked a bit, trying not to show how much things were actually stressing him out. He was 2nd this time, but there was no saying now how much time he had left in his current style. He had to change it, but there were just so many options.

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“It’s the eyes.” Ocean blue-gray sapphires. The pose had to draw attention to his face for something. “He puts his face everywhere causing people to think it should be everywhere.” Thinking he was meant for the spotlight made people want to put him in it so the judges based it on what he appeared to be able to do instead of what he did. At least that’s what Yuri used to justify ever losing to him. 

If he didn’t have the other to talk to, he probably wouldn’t stay awake too much longer either. “You have to stay awake to eat something.” Crossing his arm over, fingers pushed back the damp strands to scratch through the lengthened layer at his shoulder. He wasn’t complaining about the closeness but his stomach wouldn’t let him forget how much the skating took out of them. “Let’s talk about how you can make up some points…” The hand was moved back to the pillow. “If you stay with Potya and I for a night, The Angels will post about you.” Thankfully, they didn’t negatively attack Otabek for their friendship. A day of posting from them would make up for the private Instagram. “Maybe make you skate as some eye candy.” Yuri could agree to help decide on a free skate look but he’d probably push for a ‘hot but hidden’ look. “How fast can you throw away your morals and standards?”

He scowled at the idea of JJ’s eyes being what got him scores. “You’re eyes are way more beautiful.” he sighed and leaned into the hand in his hair as fleeting as it was.

“I know, it should be here soon, if not I’ll complain to the manager.” he wasn’t above that, he believed in making a good impression, and when a hotel didn’t, he let them know it, politely of course. “You think wearing a sexy costume would get me more points?” he thought about it, lines creasing between his brows. “I suppose I could go a little sexier, but not like shirtless or anything. Maybe throw some of my leather in to the outfit or something. Leather leggings maybe?” he didn’t mind if people wrote about him, its what they wrote he cared about. He didn’t want them to be cruel, or to destroy his reputation. Then again, he did have a bad boy side, and everyone knew it, it might not hurt to let it show a bit more.

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Favoritism? If anyone else suggested that, Yuri would have snapped at them. His blood and sweat had been left on the ice and he had earned every point he scored. However, Otabek couldn’t have been talking about him. He must have meant the pathetic ones with some season long storyline to play out. “Explains J-” His breath caught and the name dried in his throat as the fingers broke through the tension. “-J”

Yavok would have loved for any of his team to value him that much. “If they were any good at their job, they wouldn’t have a reason to be disappointed.” Yavok, Lilia, even Viktor knew that when if you wanted the glory then you took the failures too. “You respect them far too much for what they don’t do for you.” Alright, Yuri was surprisingly spoiled. His grandfather had made sure his childhood was happy, Viktor and Yuuri were obnoxious with their support, and after strict training Lilia would cry from his performances and Yavok showed emotions besides regret. His strange support system was always around in one way or another yet he only saw Otabek’s coaches about four times throughout their friendship. The listlessness and criticism shouldn’t have been received that well. How could it bother the blond more than the skater it was against? “They’ve overplayed their usefulness.”

He leaned further forwards and pulled the pillow under his arms while his torso folded over his thighs. “I feel better.” There was no sense to the show. “Have you followed this?”

“Yeah, it really does. Especially at that first Grand Prix Final. I’m still a bit salty that he got bronze after that mess, and I was flawless and still didn’t get on the podium.” he sighed and moved to sit beside Yuri now, leaning on him a little. “I guess its less favoritism and more like they don’t like some skaters at all despite it all.” he tried to focus on the TV a little.

“I guess I do give them too much credit at times...” but that’s just the way he was, he wanted to credit every one who helped in his success, even if only a little. “No I haven’t been really paying attention.” he dropped his head to Yuri’s shoulder, quite tired after everything.

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“My scores leave room for improvement.” It was said, probably mainly during his lessons, that to be a good skater, you can never be happy with your score. Once you were happy with the judges score, you’d become complacent and confidence could only lead to demise. It didn’t mean he never celebrated. The cameras were good at catching them all switching from anxious to excited. It wasn’t until the moment cooled and the ceremonies were over that his few mistakes were brought to light to remind him not to think himself better than the generous scoring. “My projection and emotional involvement falls flat.” Especially when they were compared to Georgi’s older programs. They didn’t share the rink anymore but once a rinkmate, always a rinkmate; his career would forever be tied with those he ever trained with. Though his appropriateness stopped counting against him so much.

He pushed back harder as the pressure found a hidden knot. It was painful but the groan clearly expressed the relief it’d bring along with pleasure from it. Even with a firm touch, Otabek was still gentle and kind. He looked over his shoulder. “You aren’t going to break me.” It was advice he gave before. “They just don’t want to lose their meal ticket if something happens. They underestimate you but you don’t need their approval.” The coach position was nearly a meaningless title. They’d work a skater until their last breath but they didn’t have much say in what happen on the ice. “They’ll still be there to receive their undeserved credit in the interviews.” 

“Yet you still consistently break records and score golds, so the judges must not mind too much. They seem split on my style, some love it, others don’t.” he worked that knot he found really well, making sure that it was well and gone before moving on. “But I suppose there’s no point in arguing really, because it is a largely judged sport, even though its not as bad as the old system, it still leaves a lot of room for favoritism by judges with the GOE scale and PCS.” he sighed once he had finished that knot and withdrew his hands.

“Coaches are there to guide you, but they can’t in the end skate for you. What happens out on the ice is you and you alone. I’ve learned that being from a country that doesn’t have a lot of money invested in this sport, and even as their ‘hero’, having to do a lot of my competitions alone. I skate better without a bug in my ear honestly. I do need a coach to help me see what I might be doing wrong, but if I’m already trying my best and completing the element to ISU standards, I don’t need them in my head telling me I’m not good enough while I’m competing. I use my coaches to help me improve what I CAN improve. Unfortunately not many see it that way.”

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“With jackets and sleeves, you can’t tell you have the arms.” Otabek’s hands worked a lot like a truth serum. On the ice, the other wore loose outfits that hide his form more than anyone else bothered to.The world knew almost every inch of Yuri but the older skater was still a mystery. Which had made the sight of the muscles all the more fascinating. He hadn’t whored himself to the fans. The glimpse of a built chest shown off by a few undone buttons had got them hot enough.

“And you’re short.” Okay, the hands worked a little too well for honesty. It didn’t hurt that most skaters were unbelievably tall. “You could use some height for your extensions.” That had more to do with the other’s flexibility over height. Otabek could have benefited from a massage but Yuri couldn’t give them that good and he didn’t want to recommend going to someone else for one. “You’re intense on your own and have a build that’d do well in pair skating. You were made for the ice.”

He hummed a little in response, “Well sometimes the outfits make me look even bigger unfortunately, and being short certainly doesn’t help. The muscles certainly help with height and power in my jumps though. I don’t think I’d have been able to do that quad lutz quad flip combo last year at worlds if I didn’t. As it is I haven’t landed it since. Almost landed a quad axle though in practice the other day. Under rotated about 1/4 and stepped out.” he moved his hands down to the blond’s shoulder blades, pressing firmly between them.

“I don’t think my extensions are getting any better at 21. I’ve got to start doing some bigger jumps if I want to keep up with your PCS with my TES.” he listened to what the other had to say about pair skating, “Hm, I don’t really think I’d ever do it though. Most female skaters are taller then me at this point.” he chuckled at that admission, “I think you’re the only one who thinks I’m made for the ice. I’ve been through so many coaches because they tell me I wont last long on jumps alone.”

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Of all the people who tried to make him a better person, Otabek could have actually done it. He even resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was a little surprised there wasn’t any push back about accessibility. The thought never crossed his mind to ask. Yuri simply assumed there was boundaries with everyone he knew. Though the deeper his relationships became, it was clear he was the only one that had been setting them.

He sat a little straighter and tried to care about the colorful figures on the screen. His jaw habitually fixed to steel and his shoulders pushed further back. He missed the days when his eyes could be distant and emotionless on demand. Otabek knew those eyes before Yuri was aware of them. The softer gaze was surely picked up on too. Maybe he could blame it on the shifting visuals. “Thank you.”

A normal friendship wouldn’t still have a learning curve after so much time. Then again, Yuri wasn’t normal. He still had to practice his social skills on the other sometimes. “You look-” The blond would never possess the free-spirited charisma to act before thinking and get away with it. “-more muscular.” His form didn’t fall but he took a mental note that he should have came up with something else.  

Yuri’s obvious effort didn’t go unnoticed, and he smiled a little to himself, he was honestly proud of the blond for trying, he knew not many people meant enough to him for him to put in the effort. “You know sometimes I feel like when I make you be polite, that you’re going to explode into flames.” it was one of those weird statements that he only made around Yuri, when he had his guard down and didn’t have to worry so much about looking and sounding professional. “but you’re getting better.”

He moved closer to Yuri and slightly behind him on the bed, putting his hands on his shoulders. He had undone his hair in the locker room and basically cuddled him, but now he was going to massage those clearly stiff shoulders. “I admit, sometimes I feel self conscious about my muscles. Skaters usually aren’t overly muscular, but admittedly, I don’t even try to build them, they just naturally appear when I do a normal skating work out. Sometimes I feel like people think I’m too ‘big’ to skate.”

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He ignored the compliment and sat on the bed to reach for the remote. Rather Otabek was doing it for his own benefit or the blond’s didn’t matter. The change of the menu was silently appreciated. “It’s your room. We should get the food you want.” The reruns of athletic highlights. “Tch.” He could have listened to his praise for a little while but hearing the accolades for his opponents would lead to more envy and bitterness. Cartoons made for better background noise.

Bringing his legs on the bed and a pillow to his chest, Yuri smirked. “When we start living together, does that mean I’m going to start getting a hotel key too?” The Russian team was a unit and there was a protocol to follow at competitions so Yuri would continue to have his own room but he liked the option of having somewhere to get away from the others. There was a number of reasons to want privacy. Masturbation, going over routines, doing something too embarrassing to admit to. Though Otabek could have done all that at home too and Yuri already proved he didn’t follow guidelines all that well. If he was going to catch the other doing something, it probably would happen within the first three days of staying in Almaty. “Or is there a reason I should knock?”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled when Yuri ignored his compliment, he always did after all. “You could say thank, you know?” but he didn’t mean that, just something to say in defense. “I think you’ll like New York style pizza once you try it. Its greasy, but pretty good.” he picked up the phone and ordered the pizza and drinks with short, formal english to the person on the other line, his accent was still heavy even after living in America and Canada for many years, but at least he was able to be understood.

Once he hung up, he joined Yuri on the bed, not hesitating to answer the first question, “Of course, if you want one. You could have one now. All you have to do is ask.” he liked his privacy, but there was always the bathroom for the most private stuff, even when he was alone he tended to use it, just because he was so used to NOT living alone, either living with family or other skaters. “No need to knock.”

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goldenbeka

“Beka-” His weight shifted back on his heels. “-you’re in the way.” It didn’t make a lot of sense. Yes, the door was replaced by a flesh one but the path wasn’t blocked. Had the other been taller, Yuri would have been able to duck and walk in free of contact but with the height, something would have brushed. The choice was on what contact was made was his as palm flattened to Otabek’s chest to step him back into the room.

The door hardly had time to latch shut before his arms tightened around the solid form in a proper congratulations. “This is how you’re going to start dressing?” The edgy style looked as good dressed down as it did with the layers. It was cliche but the bare arms  begged for sunlight and grease smears. Damn them. Viktor had the fall fashions, Otabek was the summer mechanic, JJ could be pictured piling fresh wood into a fire- the division was a male calendar came to life. Maybe Yuri could get October if he left the cat ears on longer. Slightly irritated, he pulled away from the hug. 

“Did you order food yet? I want pizza.” He felt sort of guilty for leaving the chopped salad in his room for something unhealthy. “I guess, chicken, oil, and kale if the kitchen has it.”

His brows raised at the comment about him being in the way, but clued in when Yuri’s hand pushed him backwards into the room. He welcomed the hug a moment later, laughing ever so slightly. He knew what the hug was for, Yuri didn’t even have to tell him.

“Well this is actually how I dress all the time at home, I just... kinda dress up when I’m around other people.” he chuckled a bit nervously at his admission, wondering if it was a bad thing or not to dress like this. “You know I can see you’ve been doing the same thing but, you know I actually think you’re even more handsome like this.” it wasn’t like he hadn’t called the blond handsome before.

“I wanted to wait for you to order, because I wasn’t sure what you wanted. But we can do pizza if you like. But I’m more... American I guess that way, and its super unhealthy but I love a classic New York pepperoni pizza.”