A JJOtabek (or Otayuri, or Pliroy, or Otapliroy) drabble thing.
JJ swept his bangs, pulling on a cocky smirk as he leant against the wall. He was pretty sure that he–the perfection that he was–going to score a date with the handsome and mysterious Otabek Altin.
It was like a whiplash the first time JJ saw the Kazakhstan skater. A man with undercut hairstyle–which JJ admitted looking great on him, black leather jacket tight around his torso, dark eyes behind the sunglasses, and those legs draped over a motorcycle. Otabek Altin looked like something out of magazine photoshoot effortlessly.
How could JJ resist to wish the man to be in his arms?
Confidently, he approached the skater whom was sitting on the motorcycle with eyes focused on his phone. “Otabek!” He called, standing right in front of him. JJ couldn’t stop his straying eyes though, those thighs straddling the motorcycle looked straight out of a wet dream. “How about you and I take a ride today? I know many great places we could be right now.”
Otabek paused typing. He turned his head and shot a confused look at JJ, “Why are you talking to me again?”
“To ask you out of course.” JJ winked. “You are hot, I’m hot. We will look great together. Also–” JJ leaned forward, “I’m not a motorcycle but you can ride me later.”
It was such a satisfaction to see those dark eyes widened. However a shrill yell broke the moment. “Beka!” Yuri Plisetsky in a leopard print jacket was sporting a huge grin as he jogged to their side. “JJ just gave you permission to run him over with your motorcycle!” He quickly jumped on the seat behind Otabek. “FLAT HIM UNDER YOUR TIRES!!!”
“That’s not what I mean!” JJ protested.
But Yuri just raised an eyebrow. “Who gives a fuck?”
How dare this kitten interrupted his wooing attempt? Also, that seat should be his place. He should be the one riding motorcycle with Otabek, not an angry kitten like Yuri Plisetsky!
“Here you are,” Otabek tossed a helmet to Yuri. “Let’s go.”
JJ spluttered when the motorcycle turned on. “What about me?”
Otabek shrugged. “I have other plan. You can find yours.”
“But my plan is with you!”
“How about you stay in a garbage all day, that’s where you belong anyway,” Yuri stuck his tongue, giving a thumbs down to him. “Go, Beka!”
The motorcycle roared as they rode leaving JJ–and his plan of riding motorcycle with Otabek to the sunset–in the dust.
Also in completely unrelated note, the maple syrup reserves tremendously decreased that evening.
@araminthe-ispwitch I feel like unrequited JJotabek would be like this.