They’ve been dating for a month, now. Surely that’s more than enough waiting for something so small. And Yuri was always comfortable with being physically close to him, even before they got together.
So why are his palms so sweaty?
“Beka? Are you alright?”
Shit. He spaced out too long and now Yuri’s noticed. “I’m fine, Yura. Are you done?”
“Yeah!” he lifted the leopard print shopping bag to show him, grinning happily. “You still didn’t have to pay for it, though.”
“It’s your birthday, Yura. Whatever wish you have, I’ll grant it.”
Yuri’s face flushed so quickly Otabek was scared he’d combust. “Why- you- god, you’re so fucking sappy and gross. I can’t handle it sometimes.”
“You love me,” Otabek chuckles, prodding Yuri’s forehead lightly.
Yuri scoffs, but his blush doesn’t move. “Whatever. I’m starving.”
“Ah, right. I know a place, it isn’t too far from here.”
“And this time, I’m paying, alright?”
He chuckles. “You wish.”
And this, he realizes, is the perfect time for him to do it. Dinner is their last stop for their date, so this might be his only chance at doing this…
Quickly, before he loses his nerve, he casually slings his arm over Yuri’s shoulders and starts leading them away from the store.
He feels Yuri’s shoulders tense, and suffers through a brief second of panic - oh god, I’ve probably overstepped his boundaries. He probably feels so uncomfortable right now, how do I take this back - before he feels them relax, and Yuri brings his hand to the one Otabek has on his shoulders and entwines them together, as if they’ve done this many times before.
This time it’s Otabek’s cheeks that are burning, and Yuri doesn’t let it go unnoticed. He laughs, poking Otabek’s cheek. “You’re so goddamn cute sometimes.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re talking about yourself, Yura.” Otabek replies, and he leads them through the busy streets with his arm wrapped tightly around Yuri’s shoulders.
*plays Eros theme* this one is about SEXUAL love
I want to skate to that one!
Yuri Plisetsky you are 15 years old you have yet to finish going through puberty you're 5'4" and 90 pounds of teen angst you have a leopard-spotted wheelie bag and you think you can channel sexual love and desire better than a 23-year-old Japanese hottie who strips when he gets drunk and starts pole dancing STFU and calm the FUCK down young man here's some money go see a Star War
Baranovskaya’s new face, Yuri Plisetsky (22), who shot in Venice for Vogue’s last edition, was seen accompanied by Otabek Altin (25) as they left a coffeeshop in St Petersburg yesterday. The DJ and voted 2017’s hottest musician, Altin was in the city to compose for Victor Nikiforov’s (30) new movie production. The couple met at the Paris Fashion Week after-party(image) and have been appointed to be secretly dating ever since. An intimate friend claims Altin to be completely besotted with the Russian beauty, having even gifted him a $35,000 diamond collar necklace! For more photos of Plisetsky’s front cover shoot for Vogue, click here For more articles on Altin’s new collabs with popstars, click here.
“Okay,” Otabek walks back over to the daybed, and kneels beside Yuri. Carefully, Otabek combs Yuri’s hair back and away from his ears. “No one’s ever gotten a private show before.” His voice wavers as he talks. Like he thought it sounded cool and second guessed himself while he spoke. Otabek opts to interrupt himself, and kiss Yuri instead. It’s not like their previous touches. It’s thick and stifling, and Yuri’s painfully aware that he’s very naked, and Otabek is very not. “I hope you like it,” Otabek breathes against his ear. It makes Yuri shiver, and arch up into the other man. Otabek slips the headphones over Yuri’s ears.
“How do you feel about going to a club next weekend,” Otabek asks. Yuri can already tell that this is something important, by how casually he says it. Either Otabek’s gotten more transparent over the years or living together has finally made Yuri an expert on reading him. “Alright,” Yuri agrees and watches Otabek slump in relief. “Who’s playing at the venue?” Otabek hands him the flyer, and Yuri barely has time to read the top before Otabek answers, “Me.” Yuri grins.
It doesn’t take a genius to tell you that love isn’t easy. Especially when you live in a world that is more concerned on how many likes they get on their selfie, than talking to the person across from them. Times have changed, and so has the dating world. Most people no longer met naturally,things like tinder and match do all the hard stuff for us. You would think this is a far better option, considering you get more variety in potential though those apps give you so many opportunities to meet people;where did the natural romance go? Yuri Plisetsky has been heart broken for 2 years and feels like he can’t find love. Now bitter and angry at everyone nothing seems to make him “happy” except his cat and a radio show called The Nightly Bear. But when Yuri finally takes the advice from his favorite talk show host, and finally goes on a date things don’t go well. What happens when Yuri is placed in a situation where he cussed out the person who he was suppose to go on a date on prior to it happening? And what happens when the person he went on a date with turns out to be his new boss?
What happens on a tour stop in Almaty will stay in Almaty. Well — probably. “Give me your phone,” was the next thing out of his mouth, and Yuri found himself near squinting at the other. “What?” “Your phone. I’m going to give you my number,” persisted the DJ, and if Yuri had been more devoted to getting drunk earlier on in the evening, he knew that he would have handed it over without a second thought or a question. Sober Yuri, however, was more rational and undoubtedly skeptical. “You literally don’t even know my name.“
Otabek was going to kill JJ. He was going to take the next flight to Canada, hunt him down and kick his ass. Leo: I tried to stop him but he went and did it anyway, I’m sorry! (link) - Or: JJ uploads one of Otabek’s remixes of Yuri’s songs to YouTube and Otabek freaks out. - Or: what happens when you take episode 1, replace figure skaters with musicians and exchange Victuuri for Otayuri. Aka another strange AU no one asked for.
There’s a huge roar, almost as deafening as the music, when the person points at the DJ behind the turntable. Yuri can’t help but look around, bewildered. Is this the reason all these people keep talking about this club? Just for this one person? A DJ? or: Yuri Plisetsky loves clubbing. A new club is apparently all the rage, so he checks it out. He ends up finding a lot more than he bargained for.
Otabek moves to Russia for a few months to visit Yuri and practice his new pair skating program. But things take a turn when Mila develops an interest in him, as well as rumors surrounding the personal lives of Otabek and his skating partner, and Yuri becomes concerned for his friend’s future as a skater. But Otabek’s feelings for Yuri go beyond a simple friendship.
When JJ asked Otabek to come along to the club he worked at a few times a week, Otabek wasn’t sure what to make of it, even more when he realized that it was a Burlesque Club. The last thing Otabek expected to see was a beautiful dancer named Kitten. AKA the Burlesque AU no one asked for.
After moving to New York City everything was supposed to be on the road to fucking amazing, but when Leo scores Otabek a DJing gig at a club downtown, Yuri finds himself having a little too much fun, which in true Plisetsky fashion ends in a disaster.
Otabek admired Yuri from a distance Yuri didn’t even know he existed The tale of a blossoming romance, a wilting romance, moving on and coming back, like ocean waves. Alternatively, Otabek and Yuri have a rocky relationship
And then Yuri’s brain short-circuited because Otabek was removing his jacket. If Yuri had been sitting down, he would’ve fallen off his seat for sure. But no. He was standing in a spot where everyone in the club would’ve seen him if he were to faint right now. Otabek had already been ready to go when he told Yuri to change his outfit. And Yuri, still somewhat innocent twenty-four-year-old Yuri, had just assumed that his boyfriend was wearing one of his trademark plain, black shirts underneath the leather jacket. Oh, how deliciously wrong he had been.
”We have to be quiet though, it’s late,” he says, and Yuri rolls his eyes. He swears Otabek is the only person in the world who spares a thought to the quality of his neighbors’ sleep no matter what he’s up to himself. ”Me, loud? Never,” Yuri says, dramatically faking an offended face.
Yuri’s first impression of Almaty is that it’s way hotter than St Petersburg. Otabek doesn’t seem to be bothered much with that information when Yuri lets him know about it while fanning himself with a leaflet from their air company. He doesn’t seem to be bothered either when Yuri lets him do all the work and gather their baggage from the carousel. Yuri’s leopard print stroller bag stands out like a flash of neon amidst the others, but he was of the mind that since he was moving to another country while four months pregnant under his mate and his family’s insistence he had the right to do whatever the fuck he wanted.