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For a little while after coming home to Russia Yuri was able to celebrate having won gold. He let himself get lost in the excitement, spending quite a bit of time with his grandfather and the few friends he had from the rink before the excitement died down. Then it was time to get back to work.

And back to work meant time to think.

Think about things Otabek said in text messages. Think about things that happened in hotel rooms that shouldn't have happened but Yuri was stubborn. Because when JJ put out a challenge he couldn't seem to bring himself to back down because it was JJ.

Was that something you were supposed to tell other people about if you were going to date them? Otabek had been so ... polite. And Yuri had turned him down because he didn't know. He didn't know if he was supposed to say anything or if it was what he wanted at all or even if he was good enough to be doing that.

Dating. After a hotel room blow job out of spite. Y e a h . . .

He was in his home rink, stretching before taking to the ice. He wasn't sure if and when Otabek would be arriving, like he'd implied he would. It'd be nice to have an actual friend around... He stretches his arms above his head, tiling his head back a moment before laying forward. Splits were easy at least. He could focus on the dull pull of muscles he'd neglected a little instead of how stupid he was.

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"I don't know if I can understand him." Otabek thought JJ was an odd person. Engaged, but kissing random people. And is relationship with Yuri seemed to be pretty far from friendly. It was far too complicated for him to understand.

"He seems to be odd. I don't think he takes his relationship seriously. He even kissed you."

There. He said it.

But he fully believed if JJ was serious about his relationship, he wouldn't mess around.

He hoped that there were no feelings involved. It would seriously disrupt things with Yuri, he feared.

Oh.

Otabek HAD seen the kiss. Yuri slouches in his chair, drawing his legs up. He pulls his hood up as well, seeming to just want to crawl deep into himself and hide for a moment. Otabek was his friend though, right?

Things would be easier if he could tell someone what happened. He should tell someone. Just blurt it out.

"The only reason he kissed me was because I kissed him first." Not the whole truth, but. "Just to piss him off but it didn't exactly work."

That explained a lot. While he was glad Yuri felt secure in telling him, he almost wished he didn't know. Ever stoic and calm, he was jealous.

He was trying desperately not to show it, though. It sounded like JJ got exactly what he wanted out of Yuri.

He sat there in silence as a girl brought over two menus, quickly moving away when she noted the feel of the conversation happening at the table.

"That... makes a lot of sense," Otabek said. "It's, well." Should he ask? No. He stopped himself and approached what he wanted to say just a little differently. "As long as nothing is going on now... " it wasn't his business.

Yuri glances at Otabek, understanding his concern there but also a little frustrated that Otabek was wondering at all. Why would he be having anything to do with JJ besides whatever weird rivalry was going on?

"And what if there was?" He blurted out, feeling his anger making him stupid. "It shouldn't even matter if there was, since I'm here with you right now and not that idiot."

Yes, what if Yuri WAS in a relationship with someone else, Otabek? Couldn't you embrace adultery with him anyway? Ugh.

One day Yuri would think before he spoke.

"I'm..." He stops. He doesn't know what to say. He's not going to be the 'other man'. Wouldn't JJ be cheating on his fiance anyway? This was all too weird. He couldn't tell if Yuri's answer was a yes or no.

"I'm always going to be your friend, Yuri." He tried to speak with sincerity. He was a little hurt, really. He barely ever had friends before, so he certainly hadn't ever had more than friendly feelings before. It was worse than he imagined.

It wasn't going well.

What was he supposed to do or say?

"You can be with whoever you want, and I am glad you are here with me." He just wanted to know so he knew how invested to become.

Yuri felt embarrassed at his reaction. Otabek didn't deserve thus. The older boy had never been anything but kind to Yuri, extending a hand of friendship past the cactus spikes.

The petit skater scrubs his face with his hands, letting his legs drop down.

"..I'll talk to that Canadian idiot and find out what he wants. Just to.. to make everything firm and clear and.. and set in stone or whatever..."

He had to resolve this JJ fiasco then he could focus his attention here...

"I think that's good," Otabek answered. Yuri clearly had to work out whatever was going on with JJ. However strange it was from the outside. Personally, he'd leave the subject with that. He'd be careful, tread lightly until he knew it was okay.

"Until then," he looked up towards the girl who approached, and he ordered himself some coffee and some cookies. He didn't eat many sweets, but he did like them with coffee.

Until then, he figured it'd be good to just enjoy the time here.

Yuri could tell that Otabek doesn't want to linger on it. He needed to put it aside for now and enjoy the outing with his friend.

He was glad to order something sweet and hot chocolate, refocusing the conversation around to his cats. It was a light enough topic and he asked quite a bit about Otabek's bike.

Anything for this conversation to feel normal.

Otabek listened to anything Yuri had to say. He really liked hearing about the cats. He didn't have pets at home himself, since he wasn't there, and he didn't want to depend on anyone else to care for a pet.

Maybe once he settled back down, he'd be able to. He loved to talk about his bike. His bike was his pride and joy.

The drinks and sweets came, and were sat down in front of them, before the barista scooted away again.

"People are often too afraid to ride with me," Otabek said.

"I don't see why.. It's just a bike. You don't drive like a crazy person or anything." Yuri didn't exactly sit quite properly on the bike anyway. If he was going to be in an accident he'd much rather die than be paralyzed.

Probably a horrible thing to think about, to be honest.

"Maybe its less the bike and more you. You're really stoic." Otabek kept his temper was really more like. It was a nice change.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt," Otabek noted. He considered himself a responsible driver, and that's what he constantly tried to be. He didn't want anyone to get hurt while in his care, on the back of his bike.

"Me?" he asked. He never really considered that he was off-putting himself. He could see why, though. Sometimes people didn't like when they couldn't read someone. He sipped at his coffee. "I never thought about that."

Yuri snorted and shake his head. He furrows his brow and puts in a stern grouchy expression, glowering at Otabek across the table.

"This is your resting face. People aren't scared of the bike, they're scared of you!"

The younger skater is laughing now, shaking his head.

"They just don't want to put in the effort to know you, that's all. You're just serious faced."

Otabek smiled a little. He didn't do it often, and found that his time with Yuri often caused it. "Always have been," Otabek answered and nodded. "It's okay, then. I'm happy as long as you are my friend." He leaned hi chin into the palm of his hand, still smiling as he got a cookie for himself and took a bite.

"Then I guess I should thank you for giving me that chance."

Yuri liked that smile. He knew it was something that was kept off Otabek's face for the most part but here he was, getting Otabek to smile. By.. he wasn't sure how he was doing it actually.

He's a bit redfaced as he looks down into his drink, fiddling with the cup.

"You.. sort of rescue.. kidnapped.. or whatever right off the street, you never really gave me a chance to not give you a chance..."

"You look like you needed help," he said simply. He wasn't always kind or helpful, but then seemed like an appropriate time to help. Plus, he would get to meet someone who he had watched for some time.

"I'm glad you came along, though."

"I couldn't very well stay! I would have been torn to pieces or made to wear something... stupid and cute or whatever for pictures with those insane females."

Why did the girls that tried to get involved in his life have to be insane? He'd probably have more interest in them if they didn't chase him down the street screaming bloody murder.

"Be glad you don't have crazy fans..."

Otabek's expression flattened, to make his point. He lifted one hand to point to his face. "There's a reason I don't," Otabek answered, "and you know why." He looked scary sometimes. He was calm, and not particularly interesting to people outside of his life.

"It's different at home, but not like what you have to go through. It would help if I had -- " Er, how should he put it. "A nice face like yours."

Yuri gave Otabek a dead pan expression. What did Otabek mean by a nice face like his? Otabek's face was fine, besides being serious. This had nothing to do with faces.

"If this really had anything to do with nice faces then I wouldn't have anyone. I just shout, swear and glare wherever I go to make them leave me alone but here we are.. they just like me more."

He waves his hand slightly. "Its CHARISMA I think. You have it on the ice but then you're really subdued off it. "

Despite his anger and cursing, and glaring - Yuri did have a pretty face - with the eyes of a soldier. He was determined, and yes, charismatic.

Otabek didn't have that at all.

"I am," he said. He nodded several times, and agreed completely. There was no arguing.

"I think it's okay. I don't enjoy being swarmed by people."

"Neither do I! I should learn something from you. I'm swarmed all the time."

Yuri sighs and slouches before sitting up again to snatch a cookie off Otabek's side of the table. He wasn't going to let Otabek have all the sweet things.

"If you hang around me you're going to get swarmed, I promise."

"It's alright," Otabek said. Maybe his presence would scare some of them away. He'd just have to be sure he was especially stone-faced when anyone approached. That was easy for him, though.

He piked up a cookie and dipped it into his coffee, then took a bite. "Maybe I won't. We don't know."

Yuri watches what Otabek is doing with the cookie before leaning across and dipping his own cookie into the coffee as well. Never mind that it was Otabek's. He would try anything at least once and if it was on the table then it was also Yuri's.

"This is good! It takes the bitterness off a lot." He looked pleased as he munches the cookie down.

"I wouldn't want you to get swarmed. Its bad enough they do it at all." he doesn't hate his fans. Not really. He appreciated them. But he had an image to uphold!

"You'll start getting fans yourself anyway."

"I have some at home," Otabek answered. But they didn't have the enthusiasm that Yuri's fans did. It suited him nicely. "I don't much like being swarmed by people." And most of them knew that. He was a little uncomfortable with it, and unsure how to deal.

While a very stoic person, Otabek was very direct but - the directness they had was a little much for him to handle. He was honestly okay without having any.

He eats another cookie. "It is good."

If only Yuri's fans knew that he didn't like getting swarmed by people. But to be fair, he wouldn't have met Otabek if they weren't all following him around obsessively. He supposed they couldn't be all that bad then.

Yuri dips his cookie into the hot cocoa he'd picked and takes a bite. He looks delighted at this idea even more, redipping the last piece and offering it out to Otabek.

"Try it with the cocoa!! It's really good!"

Otabek accepted the cookie, and bit into it. It was sweet. He liked it. He smiled again, looking quite pleased. He was having fun here. He took a lot of things seriously, but he felt relaxed here.

"It's delicious." He lifted up a hand and waved down the barista, ordering more cookies, so that they could enjoy sitting there and eating more and more.

"It is nice to take a break," he said finally, after the new supply of cookies arrived. He knew he probably shouldn't have this much sweet food (as an athlete), but he wanted it at the moment.

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