Damaged love

Quads

Yuri POV
I closed the door behind Otabek. Would he really come back? I wasn’t sure. I really didn’t like living alone. I wished grandpa could come stay with me. Moving through the house I cleaned up then sat down on the couch. Picking up the pillow I hugged it to my chest, curling my legs around it waiting.
I used to live with Lila and Yakov, but with the divorce they both kicked me out. Yakov got me this place. It was so lonely. I hardly slept. Every sound made me feel like someone was trying to break in. I stared at my feet. I didn’t have my slippers on. Touching my toes they were cold.
I got up hurried to my bedroom to grab my Oscar the grouch slippers. I put them on then ran back out. I slid along the section between the kitchen and the living room. That was when I saw the clock. It was almost one thirty. Otabek should have been back half an hour ago. I frowned. Maybe he changed his mind. I felt the tears prick the back of my eyes. I really didn’t want to live alone.
Turning I moved to pick up the pillow again when I heard the key turn in the lock. I froze. I was bent over the back of the couch staring at the door. It opened slowly. Two large black bags were kicked inside.
“What are you doing?” Otabek chuckled. I snagged the plow and flung it at him. It hit him in the chest.
“You scared me.” I mumbled.
“You gave me the key.” He pointed out.
“Yeah, I know.” I looked away.
“You should be in bed.” He said. I didn’t say anything. “Since your still up, help me with these.” He indicated his bags. I smirked walking up to get one. I tried lifting it. It had to weigh as much as I did!
“What do you have in here?” I asked managing to get it to my shoulder. He chuckled.
“Just my shoes and accessories.” I looked at him open mouthed. Laughing he grabbed the other bags easily. I stumbled behind him down the hall.  Dropping the bag as soon as I reached his door I glared at him.
“Where’s your room?” he asked casually. I pointed up.  He stepped out into the hall, looking up to where the loft over looked the whole apartment. He scratched his head. “Doesn’t give you much privacy.”
“I lived alone until now.” I pointed out. Reaching the door across the hall from his room I pushed it open. “This can be your bathroom. I don’t have any visitors.” He looked into it.
“You have your own up there?” I nodded.
“What about laundry?” He asked. I walked to the end of the hall where twin doors sat. Pulling them open revealed the washer and dryer. “Wow, your all set here.”
“Yeah, Yakov made sure of that, after the divorce. See I used to live with him and his wife. When I chose figure skating over ballet she was pissed. Wouldn’t let me stay in their home. Yakov moved to the apartment over the rink, not any room for a kid.” I shrugged. He looked at me oddly.
“It's fine.” I muttered. He burst out laughing. Glaring I looked back at him. He was holding his stomach pointing to my feet. “What? I love Oscar!” I cried.
“Its perfect for you!” he gasped out in between laughing.
“Uh, Yuri?” a tentative voice called out. I walked out to the living room. My neighbor, Ella stood there. She was in college.
“Hey, is everything alright? Your door was open.” Her aquamarine colored hair slipped into her face. She pushed it back. Brown eyes watched me. Ella was one of the few people I liked in the apparent complex. She minded her business unless she thought you needed help.
“No, I’m fine. My new roommate didn’t close it.” I said as Otabek walked out from the hallway. Her eyes hardened.
“Well at least you won’t be alone any more.” Then she looked at Otabek. “I live next door. You better not hurt him.” She stated sounding like a mother bear. “He's a good person!” she added unnecessarily.
“I have no intention of hurting him. I’m his new rink mate.” Otabek stated. Ella relaxed a bit.
“Oh, ok then. Stay safe Yuri.” She twisted the lock on the handle as she pulled the door closed. I walked over slipping the chain into place and locking the deadbolt.
“Damn kid, do you know all the females in this place?”
“Yeah, why you want me to fix you up with one?” I asked. He blinked at me.
“That wouldn’t do me any good.” He turned to walk back toward his room. He paused at the entrance to the hall.
“You're more my type then they are.” He winked and disappeared. I felt my face heat up. Was he gay? Interesting. I moved toward the counter. People often wondered about my own sexuality. Jumping up onto the counter, I positioned myself to face the loft. I wondered about it myself.
Leaping up, I caught the lowest rung on the banister around my bedroom. I mean I could tell girls like Ella and Mila were cute.  But I didn’t ever think about kissing them or you know other things. I inched my hands along until I was about a third of the way over from the wall. Slipping up into a handstand, I flipped onto the top rail.
Guys, well everyone knew Victor Nikiforov was God’s gift to this world. He was too flashy for my type. Christophe was, too well, much. I jumped down to my bedroom floor. Turning I leaned my arms against the railing. There was Otabek looking up at me. He smirked when he saw me looking back.
Now he was something else. His body was hard but warm and inviting. His smile sent shivers through my body. Those hands… his lips. I shook my head when I realized he spoke. It took me a moment to comprehend what he said.
“There has to be an easier way to get up there?” I snorted.
“The stairs are over there, beside the fridge.” I pointed. He snickered.
“Leave it to you to find an alternative route.” I gave him a lopsided smile.
“Good night, Otabek Atlin!” I called down. He saluted me.
“Good night Yuri Plisetsky, the beautiful boy with the solider eyes.” He winked before disappearing into his room.
Did he just call me beautiful? What the hell were solider eyes? I glared at the spot where he had been standing. Yanking out my phone I turned on the alarm for the apartment. Flopping onto the bed I slipped my headphones on. Closing my eyes I turned the music on. It at least gave me something to do until morning came. Even if I didn’t sleep. My thoughts went to Otabek. I had barely known him twelve hours.
The next thing I knew there was the smell of bacon wafting up to me. I opened my eyes. Screaming I jumped back.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I yelled at him. He laughed.
“I made you breakfast.” He stated. “Since you were sleeping in I thought I would bring it up to you. He held out a plate of bacon, an omelet that smelled like feta cheese and spinach, and orange juice.
“Thank you.” I mumbled sitting up. I pulled my headphones out. He pulled over a chair from the corner. He had his own food on a wooden tray. We ate in silence.
“What time is morning practice?” he asked. I glanced at the clock. 6:55 am.
“Oh, in five minutes!” We looked at each other.
“Shit!” he cried. Rushing around we got ready. Good thing he had his bike or we would have been screwed. We were still late but only 5 minutes.
Yakov glared as we rushed to change into our skates.
“Uh, Yuri, did you over sleep?” Victor called out from the other side of the rink. I glared daggers at him. Not that it affected him in any way. He simply laughed launching himself into a perfect quadruple toe flip landing it easily as he spun into a combo spin.
“Show off.” I snarled.
“Go do it better.”  I looked over to the guy sitting beside me. He raised an eyebrow in challenge. I smirked.
“Maybe I will!” I hit the ice going through my stretches and warm up routine. Once done. I thought about the challenge Otabek gave me. Sliding over the ice I got up the speed. Spinning I leapt into the air. Completing the quad toe flip took skill, strength and concentration. I had it all. Pulling it off I went right into a triple axel then a combo spin. There was applause. A single source. Turning I saw Otabek give me a thumbs up.
“YURI, I told you no quads!” Yakov yelled.
“Why not? I can do them!”  I screamed back.
“As you can, I see. Fine. Complete this.” He gave me a list of moves. The last being a quad toe loop. I did the series of jumps and spins. My legs grew tired in the middle. I clenched my jaw. No, I won’t give in to fatigue. Leaping into the air, I knew I had the height. Now I needed to stick the landing.
Coming down I kept my body tight. Spinning out of the landing. This time it was more than just Otabek cheering for me. I looked toward Yakov. He gave me his nod.
“I think you are ready, Yuri.” I smirked as Otabek clapped my back.
“You did it, you showed him.”
“Yeah, its about time.” I smirked. The rest of practice Yakov had me concentrate on doing the quads. Afterwards he told me he wanted me to increase my leg strength adding an extra session a week.
I headed into the locker room. Having woken late, I didn’t get a shower in. Stripping off my clothes I shoved them into my bag. I always kept a clean outfit here. Strolling naked toward the showers I saw Otabek step inside. He was chatting with Victor about something. Upon seeing me he stopped walking.
I paused as his eyes racked over my body. When they came back to my face I smirked. His cheeks flushed but he didn’t look away. The smirk turned into a genuine smile.
“Like what you see?” I asked quietly. He walked up to me. Leaning against the wall between the locker room and shower section his eyes locked onto mine.
“What would you do if I said yes?” His voice had a teasing note to it, but his eyes were deadly serious. It was my turn to flush.
“Then I would suggest you decide what to do about it?” He arched an eyebrow. Pointing to the showers I stated the obvious. “I’m going to shower. Maybe we can go for a ride, grab lunch afterwards.” He pushed off of the wall.
“Yeah sure.” With that quirky smile on his lips he turned to walk away.
“Oh, and Yuri..”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t challenge me to something you're not ready for.” My eyes widened. He was gone, his smile lingering in my mind. I turned the shower to cold.