My Magnificent Skater (Yuri Plisetsky x Otabek Altin)

Skype Call

SMUT STUFF WARNING!!!

I laid on my bed, squeezing a pillow against my chest wishing it was Otabek. I just miss his hugs, his kisses, just him in general.

And in almost an instant, I heard my phone vibrate. I looked at the screen and lightened up immediately. It was Otabek, and he was asking if we could skype!

I pulled out my computer and rushed onto the site. He had already called me three different times!

I accepted the next call he made, and when I saw his face I smiled. Sure, we still text and call each other but seeing him moving instead of pictures of him, made me feel jubilant.

He was laying on his side shirtless. That sexy bastard.

"Hey, what's cookin' good lookin'!" I joked.

He just chuckled. "I'm doing good. How was your day?"

I looked up at the ceiling and let out a long exaggerated sigh. "A lot of shit happened today..."

He sat up, his face looked concerned. "What's going on?"

I looked at him. I don't think that I have explained my family situation to Otabek before. I bit my lip.

"It's really personal, so please don't go share this freely. It's been going on my whole life and I don't feel that this information needs to get out now..."

He nods. "I get that. I would never share information like that unless you gave the permission to let me do so."

I looked down a bit. "So today, I went out shopping and ran into my mother. Now, I know it sounds weird that I dislike her an all but I have logical reasoning behind it. She had me at a young age, and barely took care of me."

He nodded, absorbing the information.

"My dad and she weren't married, so my mother started dating and met a man named Boris. He was an alcoholic and would always find ways to verbally attack me. Sure it's not physical abuse, but when you're a little kid, it does a number on you."

I paused for a minute. It hurt to talk about this. This was way before I even got into figure skating.

"Soon enough, my mom also started drinking, and then physical abuse started. I hated it. The first time my dad saw me after my week with mom, he was pissed, but he didn't dare take it to court."

I looked at Otabek. He just stared at me with his usually stoic face.

"My dad never let me stay back at my mother and she barely cared, but he passed away soon afterward in a car accident. My grandpa became my caretaker and he is all I really know as real family. I barely remember my dad. And my mother still is trying to get me back, saying that she's fixed herself. I don't want anything to do with her, and she should honestly leave me alone if she knew what was best for her."

Otabek sighed. "I'm sorry Kitten... That's incredibly rough..."

I shrugged. "It's in the past now. I just want her to leave me alone."

He nodded. "I get that."

I smiled. He may not show much emotion about this, but his eyes showed something else. They eyed me concerned and worried.

"Anything else that happened today?" He was trying to change the subject, and I happily let him.

"Yeah..." I blushed. I felt like blowing up. Should I tell him this?

"You mind sharing?" He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "I might've told Victor and Yuuri about the gift you gave me..."