Are You Wearing Anything Under That?

Who's Taking Bets?

Well, we are done keeping this a secret.

Yuri sighed as he read the message again, attempting to form a response that might elicit the ability to ditch Phichit before Yuuri came to his room. There is no way Phichit was going to believe the stuff was his, he had been the one to help Yuri bring his stuff to his room the previous day.

Yuri looked up when Otabek came out of the bathroom, his hair was mussed on the top of his hair, his pants were hanging low on his hips and apparently at some point in their ventures Yuri had managed to suck a few small marks around his nipples and one small dot on his neck.

Yep, no hiding that.

"Beka, apparently Katsudon couldn't get rid of Hamster Boy so they are both on their way here. What do you want to do?" Yuri was a little embarrassed, so far they hadn't had much time to talk about how public they wanted to make their relationship to be, or about where it was heading but they were about to reveal it to at least two people or more if they weren't able to hinder Phichit's blabbering.

"Yura," Otabek crossed the room to Yuri's side, sliding a hand over his cheek and smiling down at him. "Honestly, I don't care what anyone else thinks, or about hiding this, I am proud to call you my boyfriend, if you'll let me."

Yuri smiled up at Otabek, leaning his head into the hand on his cheek. How can one idiot be so sweet?

"So, who's stuff is this and why are we bring it to Yuri's room?"

Otabek and Yuri listened as they heard voices outside the room. Otabek stepped back slightly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans as Yuri took a step towards the door.

"You are going to have to ask him that, Phichit." They listened to Yuuri finish speaking before he knocked lightly on the door and called Yuri's name to let them in.

Yuri took a deep breath before flinging open the door and ushering them inside. Phichit had turned and dragged Otabek's carry-on into the room, walking in behind Yuuri.

"So Yuri, who's-" Phichit's question was cut short when he caught sight of Otabek hovering close to Yuri's bed, he didn't exactly look guilty, mostly just slightly uncomfortable to be shirtless, obviously his confidence in his body had been alcohol induced.

"Sup Phichit." Otabek more or less stated it rather then asked.

"Finally!" Phichit squeaked before bouncing on his heels in excitement. "Yesss, Leo owes me twenty bucks." Yuri's eyes turned into orbs as he glanced from Phichit to Otabek and finally to Yuuri's crooked smirk.

"What the fuck are you talking about Hamster Boy?" He heard Otabek chuckle from his place further inside the room, he could practically see the steam coming out of Yuri's ears. Yuuri wasn't attempting at all to hide the smirk spreading across his face but he did try to cover his laughter with a cough.

"Screw that, what happened here? I need to know to so I can tell Ji he owes me too." Phichit was still bouncing on his heels as he looked from Otabek to Yuri with a broad grin on his face.

"Fuck you, I don't have to explain myself to you." Yuri was raising his voice by the time he finished speaking before Yuuri began to shh him.

"Yuri, be quiet, I don't want Viktor wondering what is wrong with his precious kitten and to come storming in here. Otabek, please put a shirt on, your displaces of affection are distracting." Yuuri waved his hand at Otabek's bare chest and turned back to Yuri. He was about to start speaking again when he was interrupted by another squeak from Phichit.

"Nice war wounds friend, might explain that noise we heard earlier Yuuri, looks like Ji owns me too." Otabek raised an eyebrow at Phichit as he maneuvered his suitcase and unzipped it to find a shirt. By this point Yuri's face was the colour of fire, a combination of pure anger and complete and utter embarrassment.