Are You Wearing Anything Under That?

Morning Wood

Yuri awoke with a start, he hadn't really ever shared a bed with anyone before so waking up encircled in muscular arms that rested lightly on the bare skin of his back was a completely foreign sensation. Yuri breathed slowly, attempt to clear his head, his brain was foggy with the edges of a hangover and only the lightest of sun was coming in through the open curtains so he knew it was still quite early.

Yuri's brain began pushing images across his eyes as he lay against Otabek's chest. His own name being called breathlessly, metal and warmth, pleasure and confusion. Yuri's face felt hot from embarrassment as he recalled the anti-climactic ending to last night with his best friend.

Yuri shifted his leg, realising too late that it was still pressed between Otabek's legs, revealing his morning wood in a way that made Yuri's eyes grow wide. Apparently at some point last night both of them had lost their jeans, he vaguely recalled complaining about them being uncomfortable and then they were removed for him, this left them encircled around each other in underpants and for Otabek, nothing else.

Yuri could feel his own morning erection twitch slightly at his proximity to Otabek's almost naked body and the memories of last night that swirled dizzyingly in Yuri's head. He wanted to stay there, never pulling away while simultaneously being terrified to stay this close.

He knew alcohol made him cocky, his hangover washing away his confidence from last night and replacing it with angst and nervousness. "Beka?" Yuri whispered into Otabek's bare chest, he knew they shouldn't stay like this, he was too aware of his own dick pressing against Otabek's.

"Beka." Yuri said it louder, squirming slightly in Otabek's arms which had moved around him more tightly when he tried to move. "Otabek?" Yuri felt him shift next time him, never moving his arms and following his shifting with a sleepy, long exhale: "Hmmmm?".

Yuri sighed into his chest as Otabek nuzzled his face into Yuri's hair. Yuri took a deep, shaky breath before looking up into Otabek's face, he smiled down at him, eyes still glazed with sleep. "Hello" Otabek said, the small, sleepy smile still plastered to his face.

Yuri just stared at him, he had never seen such vulnerability and beauty in his best friend's face before. There was something attractive, soothing about it that made Yuri feel like there wasn't a problem in the world and the feeling made a smile creep across his own face in response to his best friend.

"Can I kiss you?" Still as direct as when he was drunk, Otabek's words sent shivers down his spin. He broke free of Otabek's gaze and shoved his face into Otabek's chest, he took a long, deep breath to attempt to expel his own embarrassment.

"Maybe" Yuri mumbled into Otabek's chest after he breathed in again.

"Tell me to stop." Otabek said the words without anger, without sadness or lust, just the words utter above a Yuri's head. Otabek lifted his hand up from Yuri's waist to cup his cheek, sliding his pinkie and ring finger under his jawline so he could move Yuri's face up towards his own.

Just before their lips connected, Otabek paused, taking a small breath, waiting to see if Yuri would stop him, but he didn't. Taking his silence as confirmation Otabek bent his head forward, brushing his lips lightly against Yuri's.

Otabek was gentle, slow. He kept one hand around Yuri's waist, holding him softly against his body. His other hand continued to cup his cheek, Otabek's thumb moved slowly in affectionate strokes against his skin.

Otabek kissed Yuri's lips gently, moving them in a rhythm that Yuri quickly picked up on and moved with. When Otabek parted his own lips slightly, enough to let the tip of his tongue slide along Yuri's bottom lip, Yuri gasped in surprise before it turned into a groan as Otabek continued the action.