It took him two days to text the fairy. Two days of debating calling or texting. Typing out a message, then erasing it. He didn't want to sound stupid, but no matter how he typed it out, it sounded stupid to him. He wasn't sure whether to call or text, and kept going back and forth between the two. On a whim, he sent a simple text before he could beat himself up over it any further.
(otabek) hi! This is Otabek.
Wow, he felt like an idiot with that, but the other options he had thought about were even worse. So he kept it short, simple, and to the point. A few seconds later, a return message came in.(russian fairy) Was starting to give up thinking you would call.
Shit, he waited too long.
(otabek) sorry about that, got busy with work
All lies, lies, lies. He was doing nothing but staring at his phone wondering when would be a good time to message.
(russian fairy) what do you do?
(otabek) work at a shop, fixing things.
(russian fairy) sounds terrible
(otabek) pays the bills
(russian fairy) so are you going to take me out or what?
Well, he sure did get right to the point.
(otabek) if youd like me too
(russian fairy) tomorrow at 7. Better not be lame. I'll send you the address
Lame? What does he even consider lame? Falling back into his couch, Otabek opened the browser on his phone to look up different things to do around town that weren't 'lame'. Movies and dinner seemed too cliché... walk on the beach might be too romantic... Oh! The indoor ice rink was open. Maybe he could take him ice skating. That was different.
A text came in with an address around 6 that evening. Taking it in, he went to go grab his bike and pick the other man up. Hoping he didn't mind motorcycle rides, Otabek sped through the city's side streets. Pulling up to a nice building, he spotted the Russian Fairy sitting on the steps looking at his phone. Hearing the sound of the bike, the fairy looked up; seeing Otabek on it, he grinned and hopped off the step and came up to the bike. Otabek handed him a spare helmet. As the fairy was putting the helmet, Otabek tugged on the strap to the helmet, causing the blonde to step right up to him. Those green eyes fixed right on him and he forgot to breath for a minute. He adjusted the strap and clasped it gently under his chin. He could feel the fairy swing up behind him, then wrapping his arms around him."Good call with the bike, Beka," he murmured into his ear, causing a shiver to go down his spine.
They sped downtown and he loved the feeling of the other man's arms wrapped around him. Pulling up to the rink, the fairy hopped down, unclipping his helmet. "Ice skating? Really, Beka?"
He nodded. "Thought it would be different." They started to walk to the building when he remembered something. "Oh, what's your name?"
"Yuri. Though at work, they call me Yurio." He shrugged.
"Why Yurio?"
"Cause oddly enough, I'm not the only one there with that name and they want to distinguish between us." Yuri rolled his eyes.
"What are the odds of two Yuris?"
"That is exactly what I was wondering!!! What the hell are the chances?!" Yuri exclaimed, raising his arms and flailing them in the air. The vision made Otabek stifle a chuckle.It was cute.
Getting to the rink, they picked up their skates, and he quickly realised Yuri was having problems lacing his. So Otabek stopped putting his on and kneeled down, lacing the skates up for the blond. He saw Yuri looking down on him smiling. "Sorry Beka, I've... well... I've never done this before."
He smiled back at the nervous man. "It's ok, you can hold on to me."
"If I fall, I'm taking us both down," Yuri warned him.
They carefully entered the rink; Otabek wasn't bad at skating at all, as he had done ice hockey in high school, so he was able to skate backwards, holding Yuri's hands. For someone so graceful, once you put Yuri on the ice it was all gone. It was like watching a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. He almost fell a few times, and Otabek was there to catch him. Every time he would start to lose his balance, he would scream, "BEKA" as Otabek caught Yuri, then would laugh as Yuri would have his arms around Otabek's neck, dangerously pressing against him trying to keep balance.
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Otayuri - Madam Lilia's Peep Show
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