Can you please write #2 - please stay here tonight. Otayuri?
as a canadian, I love myself a good snowed in story ;)
“Please stay here tonight,” Yuri says, looking at Otabek’s silhouette, standing by the window, gazing at the snowstorm raging outside. Otabek’s appartment is a good 20 minutes ride from Yuri’s and he doesn’t want him to go outside in this weather.
“We’re closer from school here, anyway. I’ll lend you some clothes if classes aren’t cancelled tomorrow because of the stupid blizzard.”
There are both going to this art school in the city, Otabek is studying music production and Yuri is in the dancing program. They met through Yuri’s teacher, Victor, when Yuri was looking for some original music to dance on. They’ve been haning out together since then and Yuri would lie to himself if he said he doesn’t have one massive crush on the dark haired man.
He is a bit smaller than Yuri but much broader. He goes to the gym all the time when he’s not mixing music or riding his damn motor cycle. Yuri would say he’s a fuckboy if he doesn’t know better. Doesn’t know how much of a dork Otabek really is.
He knows how Otabek has the most ridiculous laugh, but it’s the prettiest music to Yuri’s ears. He knows that he likes to read fancy books but that he also owns a pretty impressive collection of comic books. That he looks serious and stoic to a lot of people but he tells the most stupid jokes and that the smile on his face when he gets Yuri’s to laugh makes him want to kiss Otabek’s senseless every damn time.
“Yeah, I can’t really go out in the middle of this…” Otabek replies.
Yuri goes to his closet to pick some clothes for Otabek to wear and he settles on a soft comfortable hoodie and a pair or gym shorts that are a bit too short on Yuri’s long legs. He pushes the clothes in Otabek’s hands and the other man smiles as he looks down at the pile, “Oh so that’s where my hoodie went?”
Yuri blushes just a tiny bit, pushing Otabek’s towards the bahtroom door, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Yuri busies himself tidying up his place while Otabek is in the shower.
His studio is quite small but he loves it. One big living area where his huge bed takes almost all the space, a few bookshelves full of his books and movies. A huge stereo is resting on top of one of them. The aux chord hanging from it.
He walks to the small kitchen space to drop their mugs in the sink and looks at the bathroom door. He can hear Otabek singing to himself in the shower. He smiles at the sound of his friend’s beautiful voice.
He changes into his own sleeping clothes and waits for Otabek to join him. He is a bit nervous about it all even if sharing his bed with Otabek is on his mind since the first time he laid eyes on the other man. He remembers Victor knowing smile when he got speechless for just a few second too long after Otabek introduced himself, shook his hand with his own big, soft one.
Yuri is absentmindly braiding a few strands of his long blond hair when Otabek get’s out of the shower. Yuri wasn’t ready for the heat spreading all over his skin when he smells his shower gel and shampoo on Otabek. Wasn’t ready for the way he gets almost dizzy with it when Otabek sits next to him on the bed.
“Do you have some extra blankets?”
“Why?’ Yuri says, his brows knitting in confusion.
“For me to sleep on the floor?”
“What the fuck Beka, you’re not sleeping on the floor?”
Otabek leans his head to the side, a tiny smile taking over his lovely features, “Sure?”
Yuri only nods before slipping under the sheets. He can hear the wind still raging outside and the icy snowflakes hiting the windows. The lamp is on Otabek’s side so he gets in the bed as well before clicking it shut.
He stays miles away from Yuri, so far Yuri is scared he might fall of the bed at some point.
“You can,” Yuri starts before clearing his throat, “You can get closer, you know.”
Yuri feels Otabek shuffling a bit closer to him, he feels his warmth and his smell as soon as Otabek is in touching distance.
“Like this?” Otabek voices reaches his ears, a rough murmur in the darkness of the room. Yuri feels his hand resting softly on his waist on top of the comforter so in a burst of courage he reaches for it and pulls Otabek closer.
He pulls him closer until he feels Otabek’s strong chest pressed against his back, his face, just a few breath away from his neck. Otabek rests his palm flat over Yuri’s chest and Yuri is scared for a second he might feel the crazy beat of his heart.
“Like this,” Yuri whispers and he hopes his voice sounds steadier to Otabek’s ears than his own. He feels Otabek’s lips brush against the skin of his shoulder when he says “Perfect.” Feels the content sigh Otabek lets out as he squeezes Yuri just a bit closer to him, “Yeah?” he asks in the dark, resting a nervous hand on top of Otabek’s bigger one.
“Never been better,” are Otabek’s last word before his breathing goes slower as he falls asleep. Yuri is fast to follow him. smilling.
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