Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Tangible fantasies

~Smut~
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I apologise in advance)

Yuri Plisetsky

I stand outside Yuris cell door somewhat exited to tell him about Otabek. As I thought, I was too nervous to talk to him at the competiton but luck was on my side yesterday; I took Yuris advice, I did go to my favourite cafe. On my own. However, seconds after I got my mocha, Otabek walked through the door. He sat opposite me with no words at all. He ordered a black coffee which didn't suprise me and only after his first sip of it did he speak;

"I think it's time we have a conversation. Don't you?"

Then he smiled that small little smile that he does and we started to talk; about the cafe, skating, the upcoming olympics, about Yuri.

I felt sick when we spoke about him. The way Otabeks eyes looked so sad when they weren't even friends... it broke me. I felt disgusted at the way I was lying to his face, pretending to be concerned as everyone else is when I see him every week.

Fortunately Otabek revealed that he used to know me when we were kids which veered the conversation in a less painful direction. Apparently we were in the same ballet class. He said I had the eyes of a soldier. I don't know why, but it was such a special thing for him to say. My weakness is my weakness. He told me I was strong.

When it was time for us to part he shook my hand and called me a friend... should I be dissapointed by that? I mean... I'm just happy we finally spoke. I feel completely fine about it to be honest.

When I enter the room I forget my whole story.

Yuri is sat at his desk, in a navy dress shirt and black chinos, his legs are up on the table and his head is tilted back, showing off every detail of is neck as he attempts to balance a pen on his chin. He's wearing his glasses and his hair is neatly styled backward.

I hate to admit it but he looks fucking good. Like, more than usual.

"You going out?" I croak, having to clear my throat nervously.

Yuri jumps and the pen topples down his body, stopping atop his crutch.

"I wish" he chuckles smoothly and picks up the pen before pushing his chair backward with his feet.

"How was the competition? Did you win?"

"Obviously" I roll my eyes as I walk up to the desk, leaning on it and facing Yuri. He's not that close to me but he's presence is still somewhat suffocating. 

"Did you talk to Otabek?" He raises an eyebrow and I smile back, trying to peace my story together again;

"I did. We um... met in my favourate cafe accidentally. Thank you for that. And we just spoke about things"

"That's progress." He nods to himself thoughtfully.

"When we were saying our goodbyes he called me friend. Is that good? or..."

"Well... he could have friend zoned  you but I think it's fine. It's your first time talking. It's nothing unusual." The pen goes between his teeth. A pen really shouldn't add to a person's sex appeal. I don't know how Yuri does it.

"I'll take your word for it sensei" Yuri cracks a smile.

"Did you get his number?" He asks, voice muffled by the pen.

"No..." he looks at me like a disproving dad, "I thought about asking but the right time never came and- Yuri?"

"Yes?" He takes the pen from his mouth and puts it in his breast pocket as I mentally construct my question.