gold medals ● yuri on ice one-shots

32. snowballs, kisses and teasing.

a/n:
Its sam. again. do i have viktuuri? no. do i have otayuri? yes.

actually, these are 3 drabbles from tumblr, also from prompts i got.

summary;
"Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

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St. Petersburg was cold. Otabek Altin knew that.

St. Petersburg was even colder in the winter. Otabek Altin discovered.

Kazakhstan surely was cold too in the winter, but not as cold as in Russia. Otabek blew on his hands, trying to warm them, despite the fact that he wore hand gloves. Yuri Plisetski, who had believed it would be a great idea to go out and take a stroll around St. Petersburg, only chuckled at him, not even wearing gloves, not to mention, the coat he wore was forced by his grandfather.

"C'mon, Beka, you've been in Russia before." Yuri encouraged, proceeding to laugh at Otabek's glare towards him. It was true though, ever since they met, three years ago, they visited each other whenever they could, but never in the colder months. "Isn't Kazakhstan pretty cold too?" He asked, knowing it was true since he visited Kazakhstan too.

"Yeah," Otabek retorted. "But then I stay at home."

"But don't you have to train too?" Yuri teased.

"Yeah, but the ride to the rink doesn't take long anyway." Otabek mumbled looking at his hands. He put off his gloves, wincing at his red finger tops. His fingers hurt badly due the cold, causing him to drop his glove in the crispy snow.

He bucked down to grab his gloves, but when he looked up again, Yuri was gone. "Yuri?" He called out, furrowing his eyebrows together. He scanned the snowy street, spotting several people, none of them were Yuri Plisetski. His best friend seemed to be gone. "Yuri!" He called out louder, panic in his voice.

He was about to call Yuri's name out one more time, turning around and meeting the wide green, glinting with mischief eyes belonging to his best friend. Otabek's eyes travelled to the snowball in his hand, ready to be thrown directly at him. Oh hell no.

"Don't you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!"

Too late. The snowball hit Otabek square in the face.

"You were saying?" Yuri smirked triumphantly, as Otabek wiped the snow off his face with a bitter expression.

"I was saying, Yuri Plisetski," Otabek's voice was dripping with venom. "That you are so going to get that back."

In a swift motion, Otabek grabbed a handful of snow and casted the ball at Yuri, hitting him in his neck, the ice cold snow falling inside his coat, making him groan at the cold. Otabek laughed at Yuri's odd behaviour as he tried to get the snow out of him.

Yuri charged at Otabek, and since he had grown, it was easier to throw him on the ground. Yuri grabbed a handful of snow, ready to rub it in Otabek's face until he realised in what position they were. Yuri sitting right on top of Otabek, on his stomach. Yuri's snow fell out of his hands.

In Otabek's view, Yuri looked beautiful, his green eyes wide and he looked slightly flustered. Oh, he thought, I'm in love with him.

Yuri felt his cheeks heat up as Otabek's lips formed an 'o'. Yuri smiled sheepishly as he tried to stand up, but because of the slippery ground, he fell back on top of Otabek who groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry." Yuri apologized, and placed his hands on the cold ground to push himself off Otabek's body. His long blonde hair tickled Otabek's face, who squeezed his eyes shut and a laugh parted from his lips.