Yuri On Ice!~ What Happened Next?

Yutabek PT2

Yuri sat on his bed, replaying those ten seconds of the recording over and over again. "Dammit, who are you?!" He shouted at his phone. He had no idea who was in his flat, since he was the only one to live there. After ten minutes of constant replaying, he stood up from his bed.

Stuffing his phone into his pocket, he ran from his room, not even bothering to put shoes on. Going from the top floor down the stairs once, he hurried to the far end of the corridor, number sixty-four. Banging on the door, he shouted, "Otabek! You in there?"

He retrieved his hand and leaned against the door frame. Within a couple of seconds, the door opened, revealing Otabek in a slim-fit, grey T-shit and black tracksuit bottoms. Yuri's face tinted pink at the sight of his muscles showing through the clothing. Otabek combed a hand through his hair, looking down at Yuri.

"What is it?" He asked quietly.

Yuri shook his head roughly and pulled out his phone. Tugging out an earphone, he handed it over to Otabek. "Put this in." The elder skater sighed and took it off Yuri, gently placing it in his ear. Yuri sighed. "Bend down a little; the wire isn't that long."

As much as he didn't want to get too close to Yuri, the raven complied, biting his tongue to stop his from doing anything stupid. Their cheeks were almost touching from the lack of space, and so Otabek closed his eyes.

"Listen. So I was asleep in my room and someone came in." Yuri explained. Otabek re-opened his eyes, already knowing where he was going. "Of course, since my phone is being a complete IDIOT, it recorded something. Listen."

The chair. The footsteps. 'I love you.' The door.

Otabek knew it all. So, did that mean that Yuri didn't know who it was? Yuri tapped the play button.

First came the chair. He could picture what he did in his mind, and then there were the footsteps a couple seconds later. After the footsteps...

"Listen now!" Yuri told him.

"I love you."

Otabek took the earphone out of his ear and handed it back to Yuri. "Do you know who it was?"

"No, otherwise I wouldn't have said 'someone came into my room'. I would've given you a name!" Yuri flicked Otabek's forehead.

"Hey." He rubbed the centre of his forehead.

Yuri sighed. "Great. Now what?" He growled, taking the earphone back from Otabek.

Otabek stood back up. "I don't know. I can't recognise the voice." He lied. Turning back to the inside of his room, his held and hand of his heart and out of the view from Yuri. "Anyway, it's pretty late now. Go to sleep."

Before Otabek could shut the door, Yuri stuck his foot in the closing gap and reached an arm through, grabbing the back of Otabek's shirt. "Oi! I'm not going back in there! I don't even know how that person got in! Wouldn't they have to know the code?"

"Yeah." Otabek turned again, pushing the door and looking Yuri in the face. "I thought you only told me?" He said.

Yuri furrowed his eyebrows. "You only." Holding his chin in thought, he looked up. "Did you tell anyone?"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know! I was only asking, jeez..." Yuri sighed.

Otabek leaned against the wall. He was prepared to tell him that he had gone into his room... but how would Yuri react? Yuri suddenly widened his eyes.

"It wasn't you... was it?" He asked with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

Otabek remained silent, slouching just a little more. Yuri stepped back a little in shock.

Otabek sighed and closed the door abruptly. "Good night. Go to sleep." He shouted through the wood.

Yuri stayed, staring at the door centremetres away from his face.

It was him?!

It took Yuri a full five minutes to be able to move again, and when he did, he began pounding on Otabek's door. "Hey! Open up! Now!" He screamed. Realising he knew the code, he punched it into the lock and barged his way in.

"Yuri, go home." Otabek groaned, rolling off his sofa and onto his feet.

"No! Were you the one who came into my place, and... and said that thing?!" He yelled, slamming the door behind him and folding his arms across his chest.

Otabek sighed before sitting on the back of the couch. "And what if I was?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Eh~?! Then I'd be surprised!"

"Be surprised, then."

"WHAT?!" Yuri screamed.

Otabek sighed. "Calm down, it's night time. And anyway," he scolded, walking over to his fridge and opening the door, taking out two cans of fizzy cherry. "it was bound to happen, and you were bound to find out." He explained calmly, throwing one of the cans to Yuri.

Catching the can, Yuri sat in an armchair. "Why?" He muttered, opening the can and drinking nervously from it.

"Hmm?"

Yuri sipped again, staring down at the can. "Why? Why do you... you know..." He mumbled. Picking up his phone, he tapped the screen. 'I love you.' It played.

"That," Otabek started, laying down on his couch. "is a very good question. There isn't just one, dominating factor as to why I feel this way, but it's a mixture of the things you do."

"...such as...?" Yuri avoided eyecontact.

"I don't think I should go into that right now. We'd be here for quite a while... about three days and a couple of hours, I'm guessing." He replied.

Yuri pulled out his phone and began playing games to take his mind off Otabek's confession. How could he be so blunt? Was it even possible for a human to say such things without even being embarrassed? Was it? Really? Yuri had blushed long ago, and a bright red colour, at that. The colour of his face now, was... well, thing of Sebastian's eyes.

Such nice eyes...

"I'm going to sleep. Close the door when you leave." Otabek placed the empty can to his side and rolled over, facing away from Yuri.

"Okay." He said. Blinking himself back into reality, he cleared his throat. "A-Actually, no! Move over!" He slammed his can onto the table, jumping onto the bed just behind Otabek.

"What are you doing?" Otabek asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up. Don't question me." He ordered. Plugging in his music and hiding a faint blush from the other.

Within a couple of minutes, Yuri was asleep. His arm had loving curled around the elder's waist, holding on in his dreams of bad fashion and annoying pigs. Otabek smiled, still awake. Gently turning in his sleep, he shuffled to face Yuri.

Cute, he thought.

He softly wrapped an arm around Yuri's waist and pulled him closer.

Warm. Very warm.

And just like that, Otabek joined him in his slumber.