(Third POV)
"Yeah I know right!" Yuri whines down the phone. "How unfair is it? She's been bothering me all day about you..." Silence echoes through the phone. "What do you mean?" Otabek asks confused. Yuri pulls a jealous expression like he could see it through the phone. "Well, she kept asking about you... and stupid questions..." Yuri is starting to get agitated just by thinking about earlier's happenings. "What kind of questions?" Otabek pushes and Yuri groans again. "She asked if you were single... and shit like that. I mean you can just tell her to go away if you want... or..." Otabek quickly interrupts. "-No! I don't want that or... I err... never mind."
This intrigues Yuri and he stands up to look out the window, holding the phone with his cheek and shoulder blade. "Don't want what or? I was going to say or you could just ask her out... If that's what you want." Yuri can feel the weight pull down on his chest at the possibility that he would say yes and abandon their friendship. "Yuri... would you be okay with that?" And there it goes, Yuri feels the pain strike his chest as he speaks slowly down the phone. "I err... yeah..."
Silence follows. "You're lying." He cringes and drops his head against the cold glass. "Yeah..." More silence. The silence is deadly and every second that passes kills them both even more. Otabek struggles in how to tell him. "Yuri... I don't want to go out with her." Relief flows through his body and he sighs down the phone. "Why not? She's obviously into you. And you seem like you're into her..." He speaks with a harsh tone.
"Because I don't know if the person I like likes me back or not... And I don't know how to tell them." Yuri's cat brushes her head against his leg, calming him down. "Why not practice on me?" He asks, only because he wants to hear those words as if he is the one he's asking. "Okay... I've liked you for a while now and I don't know how to say it. You're always so stubborn and never tell me how you feel. How do you feel?" He takes a sharp intake of breath as the words swim around his head. "Okay, that's good. Now tell them." Silence follows again as Yuri bashes his head against the window. "I just did." Time stops and Yuri can't breathe. He just did? He asks himself.
Did he mean he texted someone or... he's speaking to me? Those are the words swirling through his head as he thinks about how to answer.
"W-what do you mean? I don't get it?" Otabek laughs lightly and answers calmly. "Yuri, how do you feel about me?" His breath catches in his throats as he runs it over. "I... I-I like Otabek as... more than a... friend." Yuri could practically hear the smile through the phone as he starts to smile himself. "Good. Will you go out with me? Please..." Both of their smiles widen as they blush when no one can see them. "O-okay."
(Yuri's POV)
And this is how it started. Our phone calls, everyday. Talking about random things, still acting like friends, but every so often he would say something sweet that made me blush the colour of a million suns.
It's been months and he still does something to me. I don't know what it is. I've recently turned 16, closing the gap between our ages, I'm only 2 years a few months younger so I don't see what the fuss was when I was 15. It's not like he's plus 4 years. We haven't really shown our relationship in public, especially the ring as I've had enough of Victor teasing me. He's all lovey dovey with Yuuri and I hate it, disgusting, who wants to see that?
We're normally hanging out at his after practice like we just were but I feel so alone sat in my room right now. I can't stop thinking about what happened. His mouth on mine, his hands, his touch, his breath, all of it. That was the first time I've been that intimate with someone.
We were just sat there. My head on his lap, his hands in my hair, sat in comfortable silence. Then he leaned down and kiss my forehead. It was so sweet I couldn't stop blushing. He then proceeded by turning my head back to face him, leaning down, and kissing me softly on the lips. I sat up and out more force into the kiss, my hands wove into his hair as he pulled me closer. His mouth moved more intensely as his lips crashed against mine, until.
