#casual reminder than I am in fact Canadian and I like hockey

[very-lost-hobbit]

First game of the brand new Professional Women's Hockey League today HYYYPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

[hockeylvr59]

What Ifs, Part 2 || Jeff Skinner

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: And I am back on my Skinner bs after seeing him play live this weekend. Enjoy part two which has been a year in the making. 

Warnings: um some playful sexual innuendo/cursing, alcohol consumption. 

Word Count: 2,546

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As you’d expected...your chance encounter and beach ‘date’ with Jeff had led to a million questions by your family, questions that for the most part, you didn’t have answers to. What you hadn’t expected to come from it all was regular contact, let alone a budding friendship. Yet, you were reminded of it all on a daily basis as texts from Jeff filtered into your phone. As the summer progressed, he’d send clips of his training or comments about how his sisters were driving him crazy and how he needed backup to handle them. 

By the time school was starting back up, in mid-August, you’d started having at a minimum a weekly conversation with Jeff. And if you were honest there was nothing you loved more than hearing him laugh as he told stories about his preparations for the upcoming season. It was crazy that you’d spent one afternoon with him and yet you found yourself missing his touch, his scent, and his attention in general. 

You’d been talking about your university’s football season and trying to get to as many home games as possible when Jeff suddenly stopped you, his excited tone of voice exclaiming that he had a fantastic idea. 

“I should come visit you and you can take me to a game…” His words were rushed and it took a moment for your brain to process them. 

“You really want to come here?” You found yourself asking, once again blown away at the fact that Jeff considered you a friend, and not just a friend but that kind of friend that you would cross state lines to visit just out of the blue. 

“Of course I do!” He exclaimed. “I won’t really have the chance to make a trip once the season starts so this would be perfect. I can spend time with you and you can teach me about your school’s football team.” 

With Jeff’s mind totally made up, plans were made in short order for Jeff to come down in less than a month. You didn’t have classes on Friday’s so he’d come down late Thursday so that you could go do something on Friday before the football game on Saturday and he’d leave Monday morning, taking in all of the time that he could without distracting you from your own priorities too much. 

In the week leading up to Jeff’s arrival, you worked not only to secure him a student guest ticket but also to get all of your classwork done so that there wasn’t anything to keep you from enjoying his visit. By the time he arrived Thursday evening, you were practically bouncing with the excitement of seeing him again, your body filled with more emotions than you could dissect. When his arms finally wrapped around you tightly in a hug, it was like everything was right in the world again and you clung to him for far longer than was probably necessary. 

Thursday evening was spent simply, curled up on the couch, tucked into Jeff’s side while a movie played on your tv. By the end of it, your head was resting in his lap and his fingers were carding gently through your hair, putting you to sleep. You’d insisted that Jeff didn’t need to pay for a hotel, that you could sleep on the couch and he could have your bed. He was too much of a gentleman for that though and so after bickering for a moment, the compromise was made that you were both adults that could share a bed. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d slept so well.

Friday was spent showing Jeff around your college town, pointing out your favorite hang-outs, the best restaurants, which buildings you’d had classes in and stories about the campus’s history. He’d insisted on trying one of the restaurants and swore he’d pout if you even attempted to fight him about paying for the meal. A pouty Jeff, while adorable, was the last thing you wanted so needless to say you didn’t put up a fight. 

With a 1pm kickoff Saturday morning, you were pulling Jeff out of bed shortly before 8am, giggling as he groaned and protested getting up so early. Still...there was tailgating to be done so you insisted, retreating to the bathroom to get yourself dressed before returning to find Jeff tugging a t-shirt with your school’s logo on. 

“When did you get that?” You inquired, secretly touched that he’d go to the effort to fit in and support the school that you attended and loved. His answer had been a casual ‘after we made plans’ that merely left you nodding as you grabbed your phone and headed to the kitchen to find something to eat. Within a half-hour, you were in the section of the parking lot belonging to your program’s tailgate with some wine coolers and beer bottles tucked into a disposable bag. 

The look on Jeff’s face as he took in the crazy environment was priceless and you handed him a beer before grabbing a drink of your own. Music was pumping from tents all around you, there was every type of food you could think of and alcohol was everywhere. It didn’t take long for you to find some of your regular classmates and you were quick to introduce your friend Jeff to them. Here, especially with people already on their way to drunk, it wasn’t likely that anyone would recognize him and he could just be a simple Canadian boy and not a hotshot hockey superstar. 

Though you hadn’t doubted that Jeff would fit in just fine here, it still amazed you to see just how seamless it really was. You’d each had a few drinks before heading inside the stadium, just enough to be buzzed really, but the way that his cheeks flushed was really too much for your heart to handle as you reminded yourself repeatedly that as attracted to him as you were, you were just friends. 

As you curled up in bed that night, Jeff went on and on about how much fun he’d had and how he’d never met a girl that knew as much about sports as you did and how impressed he was by your passion for the sport. You’d joked in return that you had to make up for your lack of athletic ability somehow and you’d fallen asleep to the sound of Jeff’s giggle in your ears. 

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With a weekend that had flown by too fast in the rearview mirror, you were back to strings of texts and the rare phone call as both of your schedules got busier. If you had thought you’d missed him before, it didn’t come close to how much you missed him now. You knew that you were in way over your head with your feelings for him but you were determined not to screw things up because he’d given you no signal that he felt the same way. If you could only have him as a friend, well that would just have to be good enough. 

Still...you were counting the days until Jeff played in Pittsburgh. 

As the game approached Jeff hinted at you coming to the game but as it was a Tuesday night game you led him to believe that you had an evening class and wouldn’t be able to go. Of course, that wasn’t true but you wanted to surprise him. You also didn’t want him paying for your ticket but that was another matter entirely. 

With your ticket secured and just a few days to go, you messaged Jack Eichel on Instagram (he was the only one on the team who knew who you were) and asked him if he could arrange for you to see Jeff after. You’d explained how he couldn’t tell Jeff because you wanted it to be a surprise and with Jeff’s captain on board you had nothing to do but count the mere hours until you’d see him for the first time in two months. 

Arriving at the arena with your Penguins jersey covering your body, you made your way down to the glass near the bench side corner of the Sabres warm up end. You had no problem getting right by the glass since the sabres were the away team and once again all you had to do was wait. You couldn’t help but wonder if Jeff would spot you on his own, you certainly weren’t opposed to that idea, you just didn’t want to be pointed out to him. 

As the Sabres took the ice, you couldn’t help but notice the grumpy look on Jeff’s face as he skated around a few times before crossing to the circle opposite you to stretch. On the other hand, Jack spotted you immediately as he passed and the smirk on his face at your shared secret showed that he was clearly enjoying waiting for his teammate to notice. 

For the first half of warm-up, Jeff was completely oblivious to your presence and the grumpy look on his face stayed there as he had the equipment manager look at his glove by the bench. With Jack just a few steps to your right you decided you’d finally had enough and tapped on the glass to get Jack’s attention. 

“What’s up with grumpy?” You screamed through the glass, your cheeks flushing as Jack yelled back ‘what do you think....he’s upset a certain someone isn’t coming…’ You hadn’t realized that leading him to think you couldn’t come would affect Jeff so much. Sighing, you shook your head before mouthing ‘go get him…’ 

Though you weren’t happy that anyone in the immediate vicinity of you was now aware of what was going on, as you didn’t want to be the center of attention, you couldn’t bear seeing Jeff look so upset when you knew that it was something you had the power to fix. The moment you had given him permission, Jack went off to track Jeff down, chasing him into the corner where you were standing. Jeff seemed beyond confused but when Jack turned him around to face you, you watched as it all clicked in Jeff’s brain and suddenly a wide smile showing off his dimples took over his face. 

With his mission accomplished Jack skated away but Jeff stayed for a moment more, pressing his gloved hand to the glass in front of you as if he couldn’t believe that you were real. He motioned to your jersey with a critical expression and you couldn’t help but shrug, smirking back at him through the glass. Your eyes stayed fixed on his for a moment longer before you smacked the glass in front of you. 

“Get back to work!” You yelled through the glass causing Jeff to skate away, this time absent a grumpy look. 

As warmups ended and you headed up to your seat it was with a light heart. There was something different seeing Jeff smile and then knowing that it was there because of you. 

By the time the clock struck zero in the third period, you were feeling slightly conflicted emotions. You were disappointed and a little annoyed that the pens had lost but at the same time Jeff had scored and the pride you felt because of that and knowing you were so close to seeing him had you bubbling with excitement. Waiting in your seat as the arena started to clear out you slipped out of the jersey, leaving you in a white long sleeve shirt with a buffalo on the front and the number 53 on the back. Your jersey now tied around your waist, you headed to the elevator to meet the Sabres employee Jack assured you would be waiting there for you. 

From the hallway outside the away locker room, you could hear the hollering and celebratory energy from inside and it only helped to fuel your own anxiousness. You weren’t sure why you were feeling this way but over the past 4 months, you realized that you were closer to Jeff than you’d been to pretty much anyone else in your life and it felt like there was something more to your relationship. Today, seeing the way he reacted to you only made you wonder more if he felt the same way, though you would never bring it up because you were too scared to lose someone you cared about so much. 

You were suddenly pulled out of your jumbled thoughts by the sound of the locker room door opening and when you looked up Jeff was coming through it, dressed to the nines in his suit. 

Unable to help yourself you dashed across the few yards separating you and threw yourself at him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he quickly caught you. 

“You scored!” You exclaimed, words quickly silenced as his lips pressed against your own for just a moment before pulling away. You didn’t have a chance to even think about the fact that he’d kissed you before he started speaking. 

“You’re here….I thought you had class tonight?” The awestruck tone of his voice made your heart skip a beat and your fingers teased at the curls at the base of his neck as you made a guilty face. 

“As if a measly class would keep me away…” You started before quickly continuing. “But really...I don’t have class. I just said that to mislead you because I wanted to surprise you.” Jeff’s jaw dropped in shock and he pulled away just a bit. 

“Wow...fuck you.” He teased, pretending to be far more offended by that than he really was. Without a second’s hesitation, you leaned closer, stretching so that your mouth was just below his ear. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” You teased back, and when you pulled away again Jeff’s cheeks were bright red and though he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, no sound came out. 

Thankfully, before you could question whether maybe that statement had been a mistake, Jeff had composed himself and his hands at your waist were pushing you away from him just a step as he gazed down at the clothing covering your body. 

“Wait...is this?” He questioned, turning you a bit to confirm the answer to his own question before a satisfied grin took over his face. “It is.” He declared. 

“What…?” You shrugged. “You may never get me to root against my team...but I will always root for you.” You could feel the grin radiating through Jeff’s body as he held you close for another few minutes, soaking up what little time he had before he had to get back on the bus. 

When the time came that he did, in fact, have to leave, your bodies both sunk a little as he pulled away. “I’m so glad you came.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. Trying not to cry, you simply nodded at him and kissed his cheek before stepping back to watch him walk away. Just before he was out of sight he stopped and called your name. 

“Oh...and to answer your question. I would very much like that.” 

Maybe he did feel the same way after all...

[northisnotup]

Thank YOU! ;) from the sex worker prompts: s/g, cam boy w/ dog (the first prompt) with Sid as the camboy w/ an awesome dog named Sam

Part ½ because I don’t know when to stop myself, apparently! But I am away all this next week, so the thrilling conclusion will have to wait!

Geno doesn’t often take Jeffery to the dog park.

He’s a big, excitable dog who bounds over to new people regardless of their comfort and tends to bowl other dogs over with his eagerness to play. It’s not often worth listening to people more interested in their phones than their dogs complain about him. But it’s Geno’s day off, and to be entirely fair he did blow off Jeffery’s evening walk in favor of the whisky he got for his birthday and spending a stupid amount of money online.

Geno takes a second to stretch, his wide yawn misting in the early morning chill. Jeffery’s occupied with fetch and there are only a couple other people in the park this morning, a couple in the secluded area teaching their new puppy and guy in a well fitted tracksuit taking his gorgeous golden lab through agility courses. It’s empty enough Geno doesn’t feel the least bit guilty tugging the hem of his sweater a little lower and thinking back on his evening.

Cole87 is, objectively, a terrible cam boy. His profile picture is blurry and clothed, a lot of his streams are named after hockey slang, yesterday’s was called Check Out My 5Hole, and most importantly, his dog interrupts him all the time. (Geno has to assume she gets worried about the grunting, choked off moans Sid can’t help when he is close.) Besides all that he has the cutest Canadian accent, a stocky tanned body with a nice cut cock, an ass G could imagine eating for days, and on the rare occasions someone tips enough, the sweetest, most crooked smile. And, most importantly his dog interrupts him, all. The. Time.

She’s a sweet dog, Cole calls her Sam, sweet girl and baby.

Last night he’d been facing the camera, knelt on something that reminded Geno of old gym mats and riding a thick golden dildo as slowly as his shaking thighs would let him. Just when Cole was moaning softly with each grind, losing his cool in his eagerness to come and thrusting messily into his hand Sam nudged open the door with her nose, prancing around him. “No! Sam, baby, no.”

The chat these days are mostly regular’s like Geno. While they’re not thrilled to see Sam at moments like this, the comments mostly ask how she’s doing, if her hips were still troubling her, and joking about how she must be trained to make sure they gets their money’s worth.

“Sorry, guys,” Cole laughed, coming back into focus, cock bobbing angry red-purple in front of him. He sank back onto his knees, mounting and sliding down the dildo with barely a sigh of effort. “It’s gonna take me forever to get close again. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”

Geno had not.

It’d been Cole’s longest stream and Geno spent more money than he usually allowed himself to buy Cole saying his name when he came.

Well, his nickname.

Okay, his American nickname.

‘Geno,’ was dubbed by his first American boyfriend. Zhenya apparently being too harsh for American tongues. The nickname has lasted long after the boyfriend. Though, actually, his entire username is something James used to call him. GenoBaby71. (For Kharlamov, because of course Russian hockey is best.) It’s his throwaway email account, his handle for websites like the one Cole uses and even something his friends still tease him with.

Sure, James broke his heart a little when he moved away, and yeah he’s been single since then but that was…fuck almost a year and a half ago. He still has James on most of his social media, since they parted ‘amicably,’ and he knows James isn’t seeing anyone either.

A shout, thankfully, snaps his attention from the cold, dark waters of wondering if he should call his ex. The pretty lab with Jeffery’s ball in their mouth is hurtling towards him. A pink-blue leash is waving behind her, probably her. She skids to a stop at his feet, dropping the ball and panting happily. “What a good girl,” Geno croons, letting her smell him and grabbing her leash. “What a gorgeous girl. We just wait for your dad, yes?”

“Sam!”

Geno blinks, looking up to a very, very attractive man who also seems to have a dog named Sam.

Oh, fuck. He’s gorgeous, he’s angelic, he’s Geno’s fucking kryptonite.

Dark hair that curls gently over warm hazel eyes and the full, pink mouth that send him ass over tea kettle every damn time. “Hey, thanks man. She just took off, you know?”

Geno’s not sure what he was about to say, a commiseration or a proposal of marriage, but Jeffery hits the back of the man’s knees, over eager to keep playing with his new friend and takes off. Geno is only intending to reach out and steady the man, but Sam barks, her leash tugging Geno off his feet and tearing out of his hands as she darts forward in chase. They crash into one another, sprawling on the dirt and grass.

The old idiom that dogs reflect their owners is more than a little true, with Geno. He’s big, exuberant, gangly and he’s never been more aware of the fact than right at this moment, crushing an attractive man’s nose with the sharp of his collar bone. “Sorry! Sorry, am so sorry!” Geno pushes himself up a bit, not trying to get completely up because knowing his luck he will end up kneeing this beautiful stranger in the balls.

“Sorry, geeze that was all my fault,” the man laughs, talking right over Geno’s increasingly fervent apologies, “I should have known better than to take my attention off Sam. She’s been a little cooped up lately.” That…that is a delightful Canadian accent…

Once he’s got his limbs sorted, Geno hauls himself up and holds out a hand. “She good dog, just want to play, you know? So sorry for mine. I’m Geno.”

The sleeves of his jacket slip up when he allows Geno to pull him up, revealing very nicely muscled forearms. “Sidney.” he squeezes Geno’s hand, lingering just a beat after it would be appropriate to let go and Geno’s mouth goes dry.

He viciously ignores the part of him that is a little disappointed the name Cole did not come out. Coincidences are one thing, but he never even fantasized about meeting Cole. Instead, Geno lets himself grin and leer in a way that he knows is a little sleazy, but seems to work for him. “Been here long, Sid?” Steps a bit closer and takes a mile where an inch was offered.

Almost obligingly, Sid flushes, red appearing first on the round apples of his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears and down his neck as he giggles. “Just a few years, y’know? Moved down for work, but,” he licks his lips, shoulders rolling in a smooth shrug. “I’m mostly self-employed, with a few odd jobs and volunteer work here and there. It’s not what I thought I’d be do it, but I, uh, enjoy my work.”

Geno wants very much to abandon all pretense of polite small talk and invite Sid home. But he also wants to hear Sid giggle more, and to ask how he had Sam running through the posts earlier. It’s a small bit distressing, to want to lick Sid’s neck but also to listen to him talk for hours only five minutes after meeting. Jeffery trots back, drooling around the grass and dirt covered ball in his mouth, and sticks his whole muzzle into Geno’s hand. “Hey!” Sam is only a few paces behind him, sitting at Sid’s feet her tongue out in a big, doggy smile.

“Well, they look like they’re done.” Sid says with a rueful smile.

Geno huffs, willing to be much less gracious if it will make Sid laugh again. “Rude dogs, not even ask if I’m done.”

“Were we doing something?” Sid’s chin juts forward in a silent challenge.

Oh yes. Oh yes, yes yes.

“Maybe you not? Weren’t.” He corrects himself before Sid gets the wrong idea. Even after years speaking English his tongue still slips when he’s nervous. “I’m think I’m being very obvious.”

“Oh you were?”

“Most obvious,” Geno slicks his tongue out slightly, gratified when Sid’s strong shoulders shake in bitten back laughter. “Was all a ploy, see? Jeffery make big mess, knock me into handsome man. I make him laugh being funny, most, uh, very charming, you know?”

“Oh, for sure.”

“Then I’m ask for number, we date a bit, not too casual; handsome men with sweet dogs are hard to find!”

Sid whistles lowly. “You’re right about that. So, are you gonna ask me, Geno?”

He likes very much the sound of his name on Sid’s tongue, in that voice. “You gonna say yes?”

“I guess you should ask me and find out, huh?”

[otabottom]

Jjbek prompt anon-sorry for forgetting, you pick the category!

anonymous asked:

15-JJBek!

15 - “She’s/he’s not my boyfriend!”

When Otabek sighs for the umpteenth time like a lovesick idiot that he is, Yuri thinks, ‘that’s it’. He closes the magazine he’s been reading as forcefully as he can, slapping the pages together to get Otabek’s attention.

“All right, you dumbass. That’s enough of the pining. Please, just go text your boyfriend, alright?”

Otabek lifts his head up to glare at Yuri. He’s sprawled on Yuri’s bed like a starfish, hand over his head while Yuri has been reading on the couch like a normal person.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Otabek insists. Yuri has never heard him whine, but the tone he just used comes pretty close.

Yuri rolls his eyes and throws a sofa cushion in the general direction of Otabek.

“Then make him your boyfriend. That’s what you want, right?” 

It’s been infuriating seeing Otabek moon over that Canadian idiot. Mostly because Jean-Jacques is a huge douchebag, but also because lovesick Otabek is lethargic and lifeless, only perking up when there’s a message on his phone (and only to sulk ten seconds later when he realises it’s not from JJ). Yuri would spend all his free time dragging Otabek that the object of his affection is the literal dictionary definition of a fuckboy, but he doesn’t have the heart to do it. Yuri has never seen Otabek act like this towards anyone else. There was that awkward stage where he and Otabek tried out the whole dating thing, but that doesn’t count. They were pretty awful together, Yuri thinks. Awkward and completely on a different wavelength romantically. They are great as friends, though.

Which is why Yuri doesn’t want to sabotage Otabek’s love life, even if he thinks that JJ is no way in hell deserving of Otabek.

The sofa cushion is flung back towards Yuri, but Yuri is used to these kind of attacks so he just ducks his head while making his way towards the kitchen.

“I don’t know!” He hears Otabek’s exasperated voice from the alcove where the bed is. His voice is muffled, so Yuri suspects that Otabek has drowned his face in Yuri’s pillow (again). “Maybe! But he’s - he probably doesn’t even remember who I am!”

Yuri rolls his eyes again as he pours them both a glass of Coke. Not diet coke, but the real stuff. He also balances slices of cold pizza on top of both glasses before returning to the living room. He places the glass and the pizza on the nightstand next to Otabek’s head and returns to the couch, tapping an affirmative answer to Netflix’s ‘are you still watching Friends?’.

“Of course he remembers you, Beks. Just text him, for god’s sakes. You guys talked for hours at the banquet and he barely left your side the whole evening,” Yuri says, mouth full of pizza. He knows Otabek is going to force them to go running tomorrow morning, but before that he’s going to shove as much pizza into himself as he possibly can.

Otabek and JJ talked a lot during the banquet. Yuri doesn’t know whether Otabek had been thinking about JJ even before that (because he is a secretive asshole and Yuri has to constantly remind him to share his thoughts), but the banquet was the first time they met face to face. The Canadian boy sauntered over to Otabek to congratulate him on his creative short-program that gave him the best personal score of the season. Yuri didn’t hear the whole conversation (because apparently eavesdropping was rude), but he remembers how soft Otabek’s eyes went and how he couldn’t quite hide how nervous he was, standing in front of JJ. His cheeks were a little pink and he played with the collar of his shirt a little too much to seem casual.

Since the banquet, Otabek has flushed deep red whenever Yuri mentions anything about the subject. He spends all his free time looking through JJ’s Instagram and Snapchat, sighing and biting his lip.

“Have you seen his latest Instagram pictures, though?” Otabek asks.

“No.”

“He’s in most of them with some girl. He’s someone else’s boyfriend, Yura!”

Yuri gives Otabek an amused look. “Who, Isabella Yang? They’re not dating.”

“How can you know?”

Yuri is never going to tell Otabek that he’s done some snooping around like friends do, because, well, Otabek would murder him with his bare hands. But Yuri is friends with Mila, and Mila is friends with Sara, and Sara used to train with Isabella together in Italy. (It’s lucky the whole figure skating scene is this small.) Yuri requested Mila to ask around for him and yep - Isabella and JJ used to pair skate together when they were little before Isabella decided to drop skating altogether, JJ continued by himself. They’ve been friends their whole life, but they’re not dating. And in fact, according to Mila, JJ is very much interested in men.

“Because I listen to gossip more than you, Beka,” Yuri says with a shrug of his shoulder. “Just please, please message him. He was impressed by the fact that you mix your own music to your programs, right? Maybe you could offer to make something for him for next season?” 

Otabek has been scrolling his phone, but he pauses to look at Yuri. He’s frowning, but he’s not instantly screaming ‘no’, so that’s good.

“That’s dumb,” Otabek says slowly.

“Well, you are quite dumb to like him in the first place, but here we are.”

Otabek licks his lips and glances at his phone. “I don’t have his phone number.”

“Just DM him in Instagram”, Yuri suggests. Who the fuck even sent text messages these days? Oh, that’s right - Otabek did.

“And if I did that, what should I even say?” Otabek asks, defensive but clearly desperate for advice.

“‘Hey’.”

“That’s it?”

Yuri lifts his brows to the boy. “Y-yes? That’s what people say when they start a conversation.”

Otabek flips his overgrown hair from his face. “Are you saying that you, who’s currently seeing three different ice hockey players and who’s had more boyfriends than I’ve had kisses in my entire life, just sends messages that say ‘hey’ when you want to open a conversation?”

Yuri gives the boy a pained look. He knows Otabek is not yet very experienced with dating, but holy fuck, Yuri had no idea he was this clueless. “Yes.”

“And then what?”

“Then they say ‘hi’ back and ask you how you’ve been. You answer them and ask them how they’ve been. They tell about their day, you tell about your day. They compliment your most recent selfie and you compliment theirs and boom, you’re exchanging dick pics.”

Otabek goes deep red and opens his mouth to protest. Yuri thinks he’s going to say something about Yuri being too gross or explicit, but instead what comes out of his mouth is: “But I don’t have any pictures of me on my Instagram. There’s nothing to compliment.”

Yuri smirks and lifts up his own phone, twirling it in his hand. “Babe, this is exactly why I have a whole folder dedicated to candid photos I’ve taken of you.” He pats the place next to him on the sofa. “Come here and pick one with me. After we’ve posted it, we’re going to message JJ.”

Otabek huffs and stomps to Yuri, throws himself into the sofa like this is the worst thing he’s ever had to do.

“Fine! But if this blows up in my face, I’m going to blame you,” he says, but Yuri hears the excitement in his voice. He huffs a laugh, because he remembers how he and JJ been in the bathrooms the same time and how JJ had fussed with his awful haircut for and opened too many buttons of his shirt before returning to talk to Otabek. Yuri is sure a fuck that JJ is thinking about Otabek, too.

“Just thank me at your wedding,” Yuri sing-songs as he begins scrolling through the pictures on his phone.