Are You Wearing Anything Under That?

Guess What Today Is?

Otabek was staring at Yuri, hands lingering on either side of his face.

One.

Two.

Three heartbeats.

There was no way Yuri was going to break the growing awkward silence, surely Otabek could figure it out on his own. Yuri folded his arms over his chest and raised one eyebrow expectantly.

Otabek was quiet for a few more seconds before realisation seemed to dawn on him. Yuri watched as he struggled to trying and figure something out before he slid his hands from Yuri's arms, pulling at them until he could cup both of Yuri's hands in his own and then in a quietly small voice, he looked at Yuri and said:

"Be my boyfriend." Yuri almost laughed, Otabek wasn't asking. He was telling him. But Yuri could let that go.

Finally.

Yuri pushed forward into Otabek's lips, knocking him onto his back while kissing him desperate. Their lips crushed together, tongues hot and wet in each other's mouth. Otabek's hands ran up the inside of Yuri's shirt, running his fingers over his shoulders. Yuri moaned into his mouth as his hips jerked slightly on top of Otabek's.

Otabek broke the kiss after a couple of minutes. His breathing was rough, lips tinted red and his eyes were pitched black with lust. He breathed, "Is that a yes?". Yuri couldn't help it, he laughed, smiling down at Otabek before giving him a peck on the lips and nodding.

"Yeah."

Otabek wrapped his arms tightly around Yuri, pushing his head into his shoulder and squeezed. Yuri reached up and cupped the back of Otabek's neck, pulling it into his own as they snuggled into each other.

Of. Course.

Yuri's phone started ringing at that moment and he knew they couldn't stay in their little bubble forever, today wasn't about them. Yuri sighed, rolled off Otabek and looked at his phone.

Chris?

"What?" Yuri growled into the phone.

"Oh, little Tiger, you might not want to have that kind of attitude with me." Yuri sighed, he never saw what Viktor did in Chris.

"Okay, mornin'. Why are you calling me?" Yuri attempted, badly, to appease the man on the other end of the phone since it occurred to him that although Chris has had his number for years, Yuri couldn't think of anytime he had ever actually called.

"Well, I thought I would warn you and Muscles that Viktor is heading to your room to say good morning. Thought you might like to put some clothes on."

Yuri blanched, he looked down at himself, tiger t-shirt and spotted underpants. Then up at Otabek, nothing but black underpants. Then he heard the distinct sound of Viktor, barrelling towards his door. He could hear Chris laughing into the phone when Yuri throw it onto the bed without hanging up.

"Viktor's coming." Yuri stated, wide eyed and in a slight panic. Otabek was off the bed within seconds, throwing clothes at Yuri from his open suit case and tugging his own jeans on roughly. He spun around as Yuri was buttoning up his jeans, he leaned forward, planting a peck on Yuri's lips.

Otabek hesitated for a moment. "Should I hide?" Yuri considered before nodding. This was not the day or all days to be dealing with Viktor's melt down that would ensue as soon as he found out.

Not today.

Otabek had kissed Yuri once more quickly on the lips before dashing into the bathroom and shutting the door. Yuri let himself fall back onto the bed just as the door to his room flew open.