It occurs to Yuri, writhing on a hotel bed with a hand clamped over his mouth and Otabek sucking on his dick, that he's in love.
Of all the times and places, he thinks hazily, stroking his fingers through Otabek's hair and breathing hard against the hand over his mouth. He's in love with Otabek. Okay.
With a low hum, Otabek pulls off Yuri. His lips are pink and swollen and his gaze dark as he looks up the length of Yuri's body. He's frowning. "You went soft. You didn't like it?"
Yuri lets out a huff of disbelief because it's the most ridiculous question in the world. Otabek's blowjobs are amazing; there is no possible way that Yuri wouldn't be enjoying one.
Except Otabek's fingers are curled around the base of his cock and—he isn't hard any more. All because his mind is still reeling at the fact that he's in love with Otabek, and he can't even explain himself. There's no way in the world he's going to say it to Otabek.
"I… uh." Yuri squirms a little. "I got distracted."
"Distracted," Otabek repeats, his eyes narrowing and—oh. This isn't good. He isn't pleased. Yuri doesn't blame him, but doesn't now what to say. "Are you thinking about… someone else?"
"Nothing like that," Yuri replies hastily, propping himself up on his elbows.
Otabek kisses Yuri's stomach, crawling up his body. "Yura. Look at me."
"I'm looking." Yuri can feel his face burning and he knows from experience that his blush travels down his chest too. He hates it, even if Otabek likes it.
"You got distracted while I had my mouth around your—"
"Beka," Yuri interrupts, mortified. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was thinking about you."
That gives Otabek pause. He presses a kiss to Yuri's collar bone and speaks against his skin. "It must have been an incredibly distracting thought."
Yuri laughs weakly. "You have no idea."
"Will you tell me what it was?" Otabek asks, but he must already know the answer to that, because he props himself up on all fours above Yuri, pressing him into the mattress, and kisses along his jaw. "…I was jealous. I'm sorry."
With a quiet sigh, Yuri takes Otabek's face into both of his hands. "I'm in love with you. There. That's what distracted me."
Otabek blinks at him, then slowly turns red. "Oh."
"So," Yuri gestures at his lower half, then pauses when he notices. "…Oh. You too."
"I'm in love with you too," Otabek nods.
"I meant you lost your—" Yuri pauses. "Huh?"
"You're right," Otabek murmurs, "it is a little distracting. Now that I'm thinking about it, I can't think about anything else."
"We're not going to get anywhere like this," Yuri snorts, stroking his fingers across Otabek's cheek.
"Luckily for us, we have time," Otabek replies. He pulls Yuri into a kiss. "Until then, we can just…"
"Yeah," Yuri agrees, wrapping his arms around Otabek's shoulders, content to lie there with him. "You're right."
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It occurs to Yuri, writhing on a hotel bed with a hand clamped over his mouth and Otabek sucking on his dick, that he's in love.
Of all the times and places, he thinks hazily, stroking his fingers through Otabek's hair and breathing hard against the hand over his mouth. He's in love with Otabek. Okay.
With a low hum, Otabek pulls off Yuri. His lips are pink and swollen and his gaze dark as he looks up the length of Yuri's body. He's frowning. "You went soft. You didn't like it?"
Yuri lets out a huff of disbelief because it's the most ridiculous question in the world. Otabek's blowjobs are amazing; there is no possible way that Yuri wouldn't be enjoying one.
Except Otabek's fingers are curled around the base of his cock and—he isn't hard any more. All because his mind is still reeling at the fact that he's in love with Otabek, and he can't even explain himself. There's no way in the world he's going to say it to Otabek.
"I… uh." Yuri squirms a little. "I got distracted."
"Distracted," Otabek repeats, his eyes narrowing and—oh. This isn't good. He isn't pleased. Yuri doesn't blame him, but doesn't now what to say. "Are you thinking about… someone else?"
"Nothing like that," Yuri replies hastily, propping himself up on his elbows.
Otabek kisses Yuri's stomach, crawling up his body. "Yura. Look at me."
"I'm looking." Yuri can feel his face burning and he knows from experience that his blush travels down his chest too. He hates it, even if Otabek likes it.
"You got distracted while I had my mouth around your—"
"Beka," Yuri interrupts, mortified. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was thinking about you."
That gives Otabek pause. He presses a kiss to Yuri's collar bone and speaks against his skin. "It must have been an incredibly distracting thought."
Yuri laughs weakly. "You have no idea."
"Will you tell me what it was?" Otabek asks, but he must already know the answer to that, because he props himself up on all fours above Yuri, pressing him into the mattress, and kisses along his jaw. "…I was jealous. I'm sorry."
With a quiet sigh, Yuri takes Otabek's face into both of his hands. "I'm in love with you. There. That's what distracted me."
Otabek blinks at him, then slowly turns red. "Oh."
"So," Yuri gestures at his lower half, then pauses when he notices. "…Oh. You too."
"I'm in love with you too," Otabek nods.
"I meant you lost your—" Yuri pauses. "Huh?"
"You're right," Otabek murmurs, "it is a little distracting. Now that I'm thinking about it, I can't think about anything else."
"We're not going to get anywhere like this," Yuri snorts, stroking his fingers across Otabek's cheek.
"Luckily for us, we have time," Otabek replies. He pulls Yuri into a kiss. "Until then, we can just…"
"Yeah," Yuri agrees, wrapping his arms around Otabek's shoulders, content to lie there with him. "You're right."