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"Could you wink like that again?" The photographer peeked out from behind the lense to look at him and offer a suggestion. It was a growing fad that cycles every so often on what sports received the most attention. The past couple years it had been figure skating and when offered the job to shoot for the magazine layout featuring none other than the Russian Fairy one would be dumb to pass the opportunity up. It had been a rollar coaster the past hour for sure.
"Eh?" Yuri sneered at her, not even remembering when he had winked at the camera...then it hit him...oh...a faint pink tinged his pale face as it came to him who he had been winking at.
Otabek was leaning against a table behind all the photography equipment, arms crossed over his chest, appearing mostly intimidating. Mostly because if one would really pay attention they may notice the softness in his eyes as he watched the younger one work in front of the camera. They may notice a few other things as well.
But everyone's attention was on the Prima Donna in front of the camera. Working it like he was born to this job. Typical. Always needing to be the best at what he did. No matter what. The wink had come after Otabek had raised an eyebrow over what he would have considered a rather suggestive expression on the other's face. Fully intended for the brooding skater casually leaning in the background, but made the camera snap unceasingly. Did he even know what he was doing?
Now the camera continued to make that annnoying clicking sound again as the photographer must have decided the innocent looking blush on his face was just as good as the sexy looks he had been throwing around like a pro. A smile turned the corner of his lips up and he received a bratty tongue sticking out at him. Damn this kid and his mood swings.
He couldn't be sure what the rest of the staff was thinking, but he knew how he felt.
He had mostly come as support. He was in town for a training camp and it was just in time for the little celebrity to get his photos taken. He wasn't salty over it all compared to what others thought. It was well deserved. Always had been in Otabek's eyes. Since the day he had seen Yuri how many years ago...
After a brief reunion at the airport, where they were interrupted too often to even have a proper reunion, the pale blonde had asked if he wasn't too busy, and if he didn't have other plans, if he wouldn't mind tagging along to the photoshoot. As if he would have other plans, Otabek scoffed. Yuri had brushed it off by others questioning that it wasn't unnatural to bring someone along and as everyone else was soooo busy...
So here he was, waiting, watching the photographer enjoy it far more than the one in front of the camera. Well, atleast until Yuri had come up with the idea to flirt secretly.
As the photographer tried to explain the next idea to the bored, impatient model Otabek had an idea of his own and rummaged through a familiar jacket pocket, hoping to find what he was looking for. Three seconds later he pulled out the phone in the animal case, a devious look sparking in his eye.
As soon as the owner of the phone started posing again, looking none the less sexy in his boredom Otabek took a few quick photos himself. A few more clicks and he almost couldn't stop the snort chuckle that threatened to escape as he posted on someone's social media site with the hashtag "killingit". Oh, he was going to get an earful for this one. But it would be worth it.
He looked up even as the phone began sounding off notification chimes within seconds. He avoided looking at them as his attention was caught once more by the eyes looking straight at him. Emerald green eyes that were sparkling just for him. Atleast for the moment. Give him some time and no doubt he would be yelling at him.
Putting down the phone he took his own out of his back pocket. He might as well have one in his private gallery. It was perfect timing. Or perhaps the subject had noticed the phone this time. But a slender finger lightly touched those perfect lips before slowly gliding across them. He was definitely not sharing these photos. He almost wanted to stop the whole photo session. The looks that were being thrown his way, the calculated movements, they were for him. Not some media hounds who would surely take the best ones and plaster them for all to see.
He paused. Was he...jealous? He stood motionless. Now when did that happen? It wasn't as if they were any more than casual, almost, more than friends. Atleast last he knew. But as he continued to watch Yuri primp and pose and look at him, now a gentle smile aimed his way, there seemed to be a line that was crossed. How...had he missed that? How had he missed those jealous feelings surfacing? He shook himself. Hopefully he would get over that quickly. He didn't like to be the possessive type. He was pretty sure he didn't like to be the posessive type.
Finally what felt like forever Yuri was released, already tugging at the collar of his borrowed clothes. As he passed his silent companion he casually grabbed his hand, pulling him along as Otabek quickly gathered their jackets with his other arm. Wasn't he normally the one saving him?
"You looked bored." Was Yuri's greeting.
"Hm." Was the typical vocal reply. Not as bored as he thought with those sexy looks aimed his way.
With no modesty in the dressing room Yuri began stripping, grabbing his more casual wear. Otabek tried not to look, although what was the big deal? They were almost more than casual friends. And both male. And what was the difference with this and locker rooms...but even as he looked away it was a dressing room and mirrors showed him more angles than he would have seen just staring. He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling.
"Do you have my phone?" Came the random, yet obvious, question.
"Yep." Otabek cleared his throat. "Hey, Yura..."
The sound of clothing being put on stopped. "Ya...?"
*Could you quit being so damn sexy in front of the camera?* "You did a good job. You really know what you're doing and what your fans would like." He was proud of him. There really was no reason not to be.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He didn't think it was an insult...
Otabek lowered his head, glad to see Yuri mostly dressed. "You have casual sexy down." He shrugged. "Just saying."
He was surprised by the laughter that followed his statement. "Me?" He snorted. "They expect that out of the old man or the Katsudon. I'm the Russian Fairy. Why else would they put me in these frilly getups." He tossed an article of clothing over a chair and then seemed to get excited with an idea. He jumped at Otabek, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Let me wear your clothes next time!"
"What?" Even though the request took him off guard he was lucky enough not to lose his balance by the excited gesture.
Yuri let his fingers move down the collar of the leather jacket. "Your the sexy one." He swore he saw a slight pink form on the tan skin of his friend. "Come on, Becka! I'm also the Russian Punk and don't tell me it wouldn't be damn awesome. A nice change of pace from all the ruffles and shit."
"I just don't..." Damn he *was* jealous. He would love to see him wear his clothes..just not letting everyone else see him.
"Whatever." Yuri pushed himself away from him, picking up more of his stuff.
"Hey." Otabek suddenly wrapped his arms around him from behind, the screen to his phone showing one of the photos he had taken. "My Russian Soldier is sexy." He said with a grin.
Yuri's hands went on top of his, holding the phone. He could feel in his stance the excitement that the smaller male was feeling over seeing the photo.
"That was for you."
"I know." He tightened his hold on him and felt Yuri relax into the embrace.
"Just don't share that, 'kay?" The blonde's voice was quiet.
"You don't think that photographer isn't planning to?" The reminder was given.
"Oh..." Obviously that thought hadn't crossed his mind. Then he shrugged his shoulders. Too late now. "That's a good photo, huh?"
"I should frame it." He said with a nod, a slight teasing tone to his voice.
"Gah, you are so mushy!" He made a choking sound which made the other chuckle. "Hey...where's my phone? I want to post a after work, job well done photo."
"In your jacket pocket." Otabek reluctantly let him go for two reasons. He wasn't positive he was ready for the backlash on the photo he secretly posted and he also just...didn't want to leave the embrace yet. But as usual situations were out of his hands.
Yuri went to his jacket rummaging around for it and swiping a thumb over the phone brought the overused electronic device to life stared at the screen unsure. "What the..."
Well, that was a better reaction than he had thought. Yuri couldn't even finish his swear word which was unusual. He didn't know whether to laugh or hold his breath.
"Did you...?" Still couldn't finish his sentences.
"I did." He gave a nod.
And then Yuri laughed which was one of the best sounds to Otabek's ears. "Don't you dare tell me you don't know how to use the damn thing again. Liar."
"The secret is out." He laughed with him.
"Damn, it's getting a lot of views." His thumb scrolled through the screen.
"Glad to be of service."
Yuri looked up, a small smile on his face. "Thanks for coming with me today. I know I was busy..."
"You know I'm always here to support you. All you have to do is ask."
"Really?" The answer was a nod. "Can I borrow your jacket?"
There was a pause before Otabek removed the asked for jacket, handing it over, unsure, but beginning to figure out what was going on. He watched an excited Yuri put it on, even though it was too big, and pushed himself up on to one of the counters. There he paused though, pulling the jacket closer around him.
"You okay, Yura?"
There was a small pause. "It smells like you..."
It was a small thing to say but it made him smile. "Now who is being mushy?"
Even as he made a scoffing noise a blush coloured his cheeks. He went about taking selfies as Otabek sat in one of the chairs, pulling out his phone waiting. Leaning back he propped his feet up on one of the counters. Depending what his friend was looking for this could take awhile and he should get comfortable.
A few moments later and he suddenly felt a presence next to him before Yuri suddenly straddled him, still wearing his jacket. The smaller male rested his arms on his shoulders, lacing fingers together behind his neck. "Yura...?"
"Thanks once again for letting me borrow your jacket." The words were sincere, but the face held another emotion on it. He paused for only a few moments, caught off guard.
He shrugged lightly. "You asked for it. How could I say no?" He couldn't stop himself from reaching up and fixing the collar. "Did you get the selfies you wanted?"
"Most of them." And there was something in his tone...something he couldn't place.
"Well...that's good, right?" He felt as if this casual conversation was strained which was unusual for them. It had always been easy to talk together. Of course it could be their position. This was one of those almost more than casual friends moments that had become more frequent each time they saw each other. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable. He almost didn't know where to go from here. Didn't know if they should go any where from this point. They hadn't really discussed it. Maybe they should...
Yuri leaned closer letting their noses lightly touch. "Becka..." His voice was quiet.
Otabek swallowed. "Yura...maybe we should discuss this..."
"Do people really talk about these things?" He had tilted his head so their lips had softly brushed together.
"I'm pretty sure they do." That light contact had sent lightening shocks through him and he was surprised he was able to talk at all.
"Hmmm..." But as he leaned closer their noses bumped which caused him to snicker, a light chuckle coming from Otabek. "Damn it. Let's try that again."
The flopped first kiss had been the ideal ice breaker between them and there no longer seemed to be the awkward air around them. The hesitation that had stunted their conversation. Otabek's hands went to frame Yuri's face as their lips came together in a chaste kiss.
They barely broke apart before innocently kissing once more. Otabek let his thumb brush against his cheekbone and felt teeth bite down and tug at his bottom lip. "Did you eat the peppermint drops in my jacket pocket?" Yuri accused with a question.
He shrugged. "They were there."
"Jerk." The insult came before he kissed him again, trying to convince him to open his mouth by licking his lips.
"Trying to take them back?" Otabek chuckled against his mouth.
"You could have shared." His tongue now gliding over teeth.
One of his hands moved to his hip as the other remained softly caressing the side of his face. "Take what you like." The challenge was given.
A soft growl came from Yuri as he was finally able to let his tongue enter Otabek's mouth, awkwardly exploring the new territory. it was weird and yet wonderful and they continued experimenting with the kiss for a few more minutes until Otabek finally broke away.
"Something wrong?" There was concern in Yuri's voice even as he kept their faces close to each other.
"You know you stole my first kiss." He let his thumb continue to gently stroke his face as before. It was almost comforting.
"Don't lie to me." A frown formed on the blonde's face.
"I don't lie to you." He dared to let his lips gently caress the side of the face his hand was not on. He thought he may have heard a quiet sigh. "Who was your first kiss?"
"You..." He sealed their lips together again, his fingers moving to play in the longer ends of the dark hair.
Otabek was mildly shocked by the confession. He shouldn't have expected Yuri had gone around kissing others. He had just seemed so eager, knowing what he wanted, that he simply expected there might have been someone. But then again going after what he wanted was a Yuri characteristic.
Once this kiss was finished they rested their foreheads together, neither moving as Yuri's fingers still played in dark hair and Otabek's gently caressed soft skin. No discussion was had as to whether they should continue or stop. Whether it had been the right thing or the wrong. What either of them expected at this point. There was just silence. Quiet. Calm. One neither wanted to break.
Then finally. "We should probably get going." The older boy commented, but did not move.
"Hmm..." Yuri didn't even attempt to get off of him, sliding their bodies closer to each other. "I kinda like it here..."
Great...of course he would have to be the responsible one in the relationship. Otabek almost chuckled. Almost. "Yura..." But his arms went around the slim body that was determined to press itself ever so much closer. He closed his eyes as long fingers continued to play in his hair and lips kissed his jaw. Obviously his friend was determined to play this out for as long as possible.
The lips moved lower, brushing against his neck and he sealed his lips trying not to be vocal over how it was making him feel. "Hey...we don't have to move so fast. We just shared our first kiss."
"Ain't moving fast." The lips continued to brush against his skin.
"No?" He looked up. They obviously had different definitions on relationships. "What's too fast then?"
Yurio looked up, a blush creeping across his cheeks even as he looked defiant. "How about you kiss me instead asking stupid questions?"
"Not stupid." He reminded him, his brain once again chiding him about being responsible. He let his thumb glide across the lower lip that pouted at him as green eyes bore in to him. "How about we go some place else and I'll kiss you as many times as you would like."
"Now you're moving too fast." A crooked grin came to his face.
"Hm?" They definitely had to set some ground rules.
"You're place or mine?" He gave a chuckle.
Otabek gave a groan. "Not what I meant."
"I know. But you wanted boundaries so I gave you them." A shrug.
"Considerate of you "
"I thought so." A pause. "Would ya fucking kiss me, please?"
"Well, since you asked so politely..." Yuri's laugh was cut off as his lips were taken by a stronger pair, his face framed by two large hands, his own fingers gripping shoulders tightly. The kiss was less experimenting and more heated this time. A slow wanton need that was making Otabek second guess who was the one moving fast.
Yuri gasped as they broke apart. "That almost made me forget about boundaries."
"Sorry." He gently wiped the lips in front of him.
"What are you apologizing for?? That was fucking amazing!" He pushed himself an arm length away from him, giving Otabek a critical eye. "You swear you've never kissed anyone before?"
"Yura..." He almost wanted to call him out on his teasing, but bit his tongue over any come back he may have. "Listen...why don't we go grab a snack some where and talk about this?"
"You really want to talk, don't you?" There was a serious side to his friend and Otabek appreciated that. They both seemed to understand each other.
He nodded. "I do."
Green eyes looked at him. Eyes that had fought more battles than most people and were ready to fight more. "Would it help if I said it wasn't a mistake? That I wanted it to happen? That I don't give a shit about what others think? That I like you...a lot...like really a lot..."
Yuri was only one of a handful of people that could make him smile. "You didn't need to..."
The blonde place a finger over his lips and leaned closer. "Yes. I did." And they were kissing again. Much more comfortable with each other. "Now you're supposed to tell me how much you like me and that it was a good idea I took initiative because you never would."
He felt him smiling against his lips and he couldn't stop another chuckle escaping. "You think so?"
"I know so! I've been flirting with you for months and you haven't done a damn thing!" He swatted his shoulder, not as angrily as Otabek knew he could be.
Otabek gave him a gentle smile, his hand reaching up to brush his cheek again. "I was worried about moving too fast." He admitted.
"Well, dammit..." Yuri sat up a bit, one hand against his chest to balance himself, using the other to momentarily brush his long hair from his face before it fell back. "Guess we do have to talk."
"Knew you would see my point soon enough."
"Quit being so smug about it." Long limbs swung off the lap that had become very comfortable.
"I'm not." He dropped his legs down, finding it difficult to move for several reasons, taking a moment before pushing himself up and out of the chair. "Let's go grab that snack." He went to lead the way, but Yuri grabbed his arm as he swung his bag on to his shoulder. "Can I have my jacket back?"
"Not yet." He brought his phone up to snap a photo of them tagging it #finderskeepers
"Are you posting that one?" A grunt was his reply. "You still have my jacket on."
"I know." Only seconds later he rolled his eyes. "Damn old man..." He held up the phone for Otabek to see the comment Victor had left on their picture - Awwww!!!! XOXO Such a cute couple!!! <3 <3 <3 #dontmovetoofast
Otabek couldn't stop the laugh before he pulled Yuri into his arms and leaned down kissing him before they left the room.
#dontworry #wevegotthis