☆ OTAYURI ONE SHOTS ☆ [y!!!oi]

Ready for him. *

Hey y'all. I got my wisdom teeth out today and I look like a fuckin walking snapchat filter

How was your day lovelies? X

Btw happy belated birthday to our favorite grumpy kitten, Yuri Plisetsky ! ('▽'ʃƪ)♡

Author: missbipolar on ao3, go show em some love !
☆Summary: a continuation of "Pillowtalk"

Notes / Additional Tags

First Time
Reunions
Surprise visit
love confessions
anal sex
rimming
blow jobs

Enjoy xx

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Work Text:

April, St Petersburg

Some nights, Yuri can't sleep. Yakov keeps telling him it's because of the energy drinks he likes, but Yuri's not convinced. A kid his age shouldn't be living their entire life at 300 kilometers an hour, but he does. At the end of the day he's wound so tightly that sleep eludes him. He has too much on his mind, too many ideas and thoughts left unspoken. So on these nights he calls Beka. Some nights just his voice is enough to quiet the storm in his mind. Some nights he needs to see Beka's face.

It's lucky for Yuri that they both have iPhones. FaceTime is a gift Yuri's relatively certain he would die without. He should feel bad sometimes for calling Beka as late as he does, but he just can't bring himself to when Beka's voice is rough around the edges and his eyes still blurry with interrupted sleep. It makes him yearn for nights spent close together, for early mornings spent arguing over coffee and standing together at the bathroom sink while they brush their teeth. Yuri would never voice these longings aloud, of course; he's no fool. Their friendship is the first Yuri has ever felt wholly invested in, and he's self aware enough to understand that he has nothing to compare it to - the feelings he has could go away in time, there's no way to know for sure if his feelings really are romantic or if he's just blowing platonic feelings out of proportion.

Regardless, Beka is easy to talk to, even in the middle of the night when his mind is racing and his words refuse to cooperate. The best part of these late night calls, though, is that they never discuss skating or school or anything that might be a source of stress. Instead they talk about the most inane shit, from the modifications Beka's been making on his bike to music and books and movies they've discovered since the last time they talked. Beka sometimes tells him about family outings he takes with his mother and his sister or crazy things he gets into with his friends, and Yuri will tell him about the dinner he made for his grandfather and Viktor and the Katsudon's latest idiotic thing.

It's almost two-thirty in the morning when Yuri realizes he's not going to get any sleep tonight until he sees Beka, so in his darkened room, where the only light is coming from the open laptop on his bed, he video calls Beka. There's a crease between his eyebrows when he finally picks up, blinking away the harsh sliver of light that comes from his bathroom, and Yuri feels at ease.

"What time is it?" Is the first thing Beka growls out.

"Here? 2:28," Yuri tells him.

"My alarm is going to go off in two minutes," Beka says. From anyone else it would sound like admonishment; from Beka it sounds like relief. "Can't sleep?"

"Not to save my life," Yuri sighs. "Why are you getting up so early on a Saturday?"

"Meeting my family for breakfast in a couple hours, wanted to go for a run."