Twister! (On Ice?)

Epilogue! - Otabek Comes To Russia!

            Yuri sat on the sofa of his apartment and watched the door impatiently. It had been three weeks since he'd gone to visit Otabek and of course they'd talked on the phone and Facetimed often, but Yuri seriously missed him. Skating was so much more fun when he was around and even though he loved to be home with his grandfather, he was getting lonely.

But today, it was Otabek's turn to come and visit. They'd be telling his grandfather about the relationship and going to practice with Viktor and Yakov at Yuri's home rink to work on his exhibition skate.

Lucky for them, his grandpa would be out until the evening, so they'd have some alone time together if Otabek would just hurry up and get there. Yuri groaned and put the sofa pillow over his face. Where was that stupid Kazakh DJ? He took the pillow away and got up to get himself a drink or something to occupy him when there was a knock on the door and he nearly tripped running to answer it.

"Beka?" Yuri yanked the door open and beamed when he saw him. Usually he wouldn't let it show how excited he was, but he couldn't help it this time. He yanked his boyfriend into a hug and squeezed. "Was your flight okay?"

"It was fine." Otabek laughed, dropping his bag and hugging him back. "You sure are excited."

"I missed you okay? Don't be a dick about it." Yuri kicked Otabek's suitcase inside then tugged him in, shutting the door behind him. "We have a few hours before Grandpa's home, are you tired?"

"No, not really, but-"

"Good." Yuri jumped up and wrapped his legs around Otabek's hips, his arms around his neck. "I really missed you." He said before leaning in and kissing him hard, his heart racing as Otabek kissed him back. Three weeks had felt like a lifetime especially after what they'd shared in the storm cellar. He'd been too sore afterwards, so they hadn't done it again yet and he was about ready to burst. "My room is through the back hall on the left, take me there right now."

"Wow you really did miss me." Otabek teased, kissing Yuri's lips one more time before taking him back through the apartment to his room. "Oh my God, this is your room?" He set Yuri down on the bed and looked around. The walls and bedspread were all leopard print, posters of pumas and tigers all over the wall.

"It's bitchin, I don't know what you're talking about." Yuri stood up and opened up his nightstand drawer, tossing a condom and a tube of lube he'd bought online onto the bed. "Wear a condom this time, that was totally gross before."

Otabek shrugged off his jacket and kicked off his shoes as well. "Are you sure you feel like doing this now? You'll be in pain for practice."

"Yes, I feel like doing it you douche why else would I drag you in here?" Yuri peeled off his shirt then grabbed Otabek's hands, falling back on the bed and pulling the other on top of him, his legs wrapping around his hips. "Try not to hurt me too bad."

"I'll be gentle." Otabek murmured, kissing Yuri's lips with a newfound softness. "I missed you too. A lot." He kissed the corner of his mouth then turned his head to press a line of kisses down his neck, making the heat rise to Yuri's cheeks. "I'm glad you're not so embarrassed in bed anymore. I like your confidence."

Yuri whined a little as Otabek nibbled on his neck and pressed his hips up to get some friction against him. He shut his eyes and focused on feeling everything he could. The warmth of Otabek's body against his own, the softness of his skin, the pleasure as they slowly began to grind together, and the wetness of his mouth against his neck. "O-Ota." He sighed, his face already red. He was about to sit up and get Otabek undressed, when he felt him pull his mouth away and stop the grinding motion of his hips. "What's wrong?"