Yurio on Ice!!! [On Hold]

Chapter Three

"If you don't hold on tight you'll fall off," Otabek said after Yurio loosely wrapped his arms around the older boy. Yurio held on tighter. They rode down the street on his motorcycle and as Yurio looked up the stars seemed brighter. Yurio felt warm and fuzzy inside, even though his face was freezing. He was thankful for Otabek's leather jacket, it was big on him and covered his hands; and it smelled like his cologne.

Otabek drove them to the hotel where he was staying, and they went up to his room. The two stood outside and overlooked the city down below. "Aren't you cold?" Yurio asked, keeping his eyes on the sky. Otabek shrugged. "Not really," he said. "Yurio have you ever dated anyone?"

"No," he said. "Why do you ask?" He glanced at Otabek. He didn't snap at his very that much.

"I was just wondering," Otabek said still looking down at the city.

"Look if you brought me here to talk about lovey feely crap then you can just take me home," Yurio said, still looking at him.

Otabek smiled slightly and looked back at him. "What?" Yurio asked.

Otabek pushed himself off the railing. "I didn't bring you out here to talk about feelings," he said. "I wanted to know if you would come with me to my cousin's wedding, as my friend."

"When is it?" Yurio asked.

"Next month," Otabek said. "I wanted to invite you ahead of time."

"I already went to Victor and pork cutlet bowl's wedding with you," Yurio said with a disgusted face, remembering the night.

"Admit it," Otabek grinned. "You had a fun time. Enjoyed yourself."

"I did no such thing!" Yurio exclaimed.

"Okay sure Yuri," Otabek said sarcastically. "So are you going to go with me or not?"

"Fine I'll go, but don't expect me to happy about it," Yurio grumbled.

"Why would I?" Otabek asked still grinning.

***

It wasn't until Yurio took it off did he realize he still had Otabek's jacket. Yurio got ready for bed and laid Otabek's jacket on his desk chair. Yurio had a hard time falling asleep that night. Usually he was tired when he got home. Maybe it was because riding on the motorcycle with Otabek gave Yurio such a rush. He closed his eyes and rolled over.

'Come with me to my cousin's wedding, as a friend.'

Otabek's words buzzed in his head. Why wouldn't he go as Otabek's friend? Otabek was his best friend. Was he thinking that Yurio would go as he date...? No. That idea was just stupid, ridiculous, and completely insane. Yurio was glad to have Otabek as a friend, his best friend, nothing more, nothing less; and Yurio was content with that.