Otayuri Valentine's Special!

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   Today was that one special day. Valentine's Day. Otabek had been awaiting for the morning to come and it was finally here.

  This morning was the day he was going to confess his feelings to Yurio. He'd realized them when a drunk Yurio had confronted him at the celebratory afterparty, last night.

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yυrιo: нeyyyy oтaвae. ι нave ѕoмeтнιng тo тell yoυ~

oтaвeĸ: yυrιo... are yoυ drυnĸ?

yυrιo: never! ι never ever geт drυnĸĸĸĸ... and вeѕιdeѕ... ι only нad 2 ѕмall drιnĸѕ.

oтaвeĸ: ѕυre... ѕнoυld ι coмe and тaĸe yoυ нoмe?

yυrιo: no! ι'м noт drυnĸĸĸ, and ι ѕтιll нave ѕoмeтнιng тo тell yoυ...

oтaвeĸ: alrιgнт. wнaт ιѕ ιт?

yυrιo: ι love yoυ otabae~

oтaвeĸ: yυrιo, yoυ're drυnĸ. yoυ're noт yoυrѕelғ and yoυ don'т ĸnow wнaт yoυ're ѕayιng; yoυ called мe oтaвae!

yυrιo: oтaвaeeee... ι'll prove ιт тo yoυ!

  A drunk Yurio stumbled across the crowded, noisy room towards Otabek, and fell into his chest.

  Otabek looked down at the pale Russian clinging to him.

  "Otabaeeee, I love you!" Yurio groaned, wrapping his arms around Otabek's neck. Now Otabek knew Yurio was drunk; he slurred his words, swayed unsteadily and his breath smelled strongly of vodka.

  "Yurio, you're drunk... I'll take you home." Otabek attempted to pry Yurio's hands off his neck gently, but the Russian's grip was surprisingly tight.

  "Noooo Otabae. I love youuuu, don't you love me?" He slurred.

  People turned to stare at the two, some pointing and some giggling. In the corner of his eye, Otabek saw Pichit with his phone out, flash on, directed at them.

  So Otabek decided to play along.

"Of course I love you, kitten... And I want what's best for you, so we need to get you home." Otabek said, looking down at Yurio.

  Yurio's frustrated face slowly grew into a small smirk while his eyes lit up in excitement.

   "Ahhh haaa... I knew you loved me Otabaeee~" Yurio wiggled weirdly, clinging to Otabek for balance.

  Drunk Yurio was new to everyone, since nobody had ever seen the fierce skater drunk before; he was said to have the strongest stomach on ice at age 16.

  "Uh huh." Otabek awkwardly rubbed Yurio's back and lead him towards the back door. The young teen stumbled, having to hold onto Otabeks entire arm for support.

   They managed to board Otabek's motorcycle with Yurio in the back, holding onto Otabek's waist tightly. Otabek drove straight to his apartment, since he didn't know where Yurio lived.

  The apartment complex in which Otabek lived was quite small; yet very cozy. It had that city apartment kind of feel, yet at the same time, it had a suburban tone to it.

  Yurio stumbles to Otabek's couch and fell face first into some pillows. He could barely keep his eyes open, he was so drowsy.

  Otabek noticed this and got Yurio a comforter from his room, handing it too him.

  He looked down at the comforter with a confused expression. "Otabaeeeee-" Yurio stopped to yawn. "Otabae, I wanna sleep with youuuu..."

  Otabek blushed lightly at Yurio's sloppy request. Usually, he would deny anyone to even go into his room, but this was Yurio. Not to mention the poor kitten was drunk.

  "Alright, let's go..." Otabek helped Yurio up and lead him to his room.

  "Here, put these on." He handed Yurio some clothes, which looked about 5 sizes too big for him, then went to the other side of the room to change.

  Yurio began fumbling with his suit, trying to get it off to no avail. "O-Otabae... I need helppp..."

  Otabek glanced at Yurio, who hadn't made any progress with his clothes. Shyly, Otabek made his way over to Yurio and began to take off his tie.

  Yurio looked up at the taller boy, who was now taking off his shirt. A blush spread over Yurio's cheeks as Otabek took off the last piece of clothing covering his torso. Otabek bent down and took off Yurio's shoes and socks afterwards.

  "Y-you can do the rest..." Otabek mumbled, looking away. Yurio had a dazed look on his face and he slowly slipped off his dress pants.

  He quickly put on the big T-shirt Otabek had given him, but didn't bother with the shorts, because the shirt reached past his thighs.

  "Otabae... I'm ready for bed." Yurio groaned, tugging the hem of Otabek's shirt.

   "O-oh, right. Come." Otabek climbed onto the right side of the bed while Yurio crawled on from the left side and rolled to the older boy.

"Otabae?"

"Yeah Yurio?"

  "I love you." Yurio moved closer to Otabek's back and kissed it.

  Otabek blushed and whispered it back, hardly audible. "I love you too..."

    And with that, they both fell asleep.

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[valenтιneѕ day]

  Otabek lied on his back, thinking. About his feelings, about Yurio. How was he going to tell him everything?

  The younger boy stirred behind him, groaning a bit; He was waking up.

  "Mmmn... My damn head hurts..." Yurio blinked a few times then furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Where the heck am I?"

  Otabek twisted and turned around to face Yurio. His eyes widened visibly at the sight of Otabek.

  "O-otabek?"

  "That's me." He respomded, and Yurio frowned.

  "Why're we in bed?! We didn't do anything, right?! Did Viktor and Pichit put you up to this?" Yurio said.

  "You don't remember anything..."

  "No, it's all a bit blurry to me."

   "A lot happened last night. You're at my apartment, and I must say, you're quite entertaining when you're drunk." Otabek smirked.

"Drunk?!" Yurio paled a bit. "Ah, damn. D-did I say anything wild?"

  Otabek went quiet for a moment be fore whispering. "No, only that you said loved me..."

"I did?"

  "Yeah." Otabek paused again. "Did you really mean that?"

  Yurio froze, a scared expression on his face. "Only a little."

Otabek cracked the tiniest smile. "Let me demonstrate what you we like last night and we'll ask again."

  Otabek continued on to mimic Yurio's state last night.

  "Yuriooo, kitten, I love youuuuu~" Otabek took Yurio's hand. "I'm not drunkkkk~"

   Yurio lied there in surprise, and Otabek did one last thing before he finished. He kissed Yurio's forehead.

  Otabek whispered once more. "Even if you don't love me, I sure as hell know that I love you. So let me as again. Did you mean what you said last night?"

  Yurio stared there, in a state of shock. He manage to mumbled a small 'maybe'.

  Otabek kissed Yurio's nose, earning himself another 'just maybe'.

  Finally, he kissed Yurio's warm lips for a few moments, and left the little kitten blushing hard.

Otabek kissed him on the lips repeatedly before Yurio finally said, "Alright. It's true. I love you Otabek. Now come here." Yurio pulled Otabek in by his shirt for another kiss and Otabek happily obliged.

  When they finally pulled apart, Otabek grinned.

  "I love you kitten!"

  "What did you just call me?! I'm the white tiger of Russia, not a kitten!"

  "But you're my kitten!"

  Yurio huffed, giving up. "Only you may call me that..."

  Otabek grinned and hugged Yurio. This was by far the best Valentines Day ever.

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