#maybe ill be actualy able to focus on work once i get this out of my system | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

dahcyst · 7 years ago

Text

A Flower for the Bee [Chapter 4]

[AO3 link : http://archiveofourown.org/works/9238850/chapters/21035531]

That's why we care, Yuri had silently thought, and the idea of keeping this to himself had felt so right and wrong at the same time, that he was even more lost than before, here in front of J.J. and his intense looking.

Ater that, he'd left the rink, choosing to stretch as much as possible, and J.J. hadn't stopped him in any way. From his looks, Yuri could tell that the man appreciated some peace and solitude. He didn't know why but still, he knew it, he could feel it, by the way J.J. often spaced out, his eyes zoning with no particular point. He needed some space. Why the fuck the guy had come to Russia, by the way?

Yuri grimaced when his body betrayed him, keeping him far from his usual stretching goal with a deep pain irradiating his knees.

Lilia wasn't present today for the training, busy on many plans, and he had to face the empty room. It wasn't silent since he'd put on the CD reader that was set in a corner of the room, and Allegro Appassionato in B minor was playing in a low tone. He needed to focus on something he knew perfectly, and if this performance hadn't been his best for the final, it was still a great program. He knew it too. Lilia wouldn't stop arguing about what was right or wrong and in the end it just got on his nerves and made him unreceptive about all that. He'd done it, not by far but still, he had won.

At that moment already, he'd felt it on the ice rink; the pain coming from nowhere but his own growth. The sudden feeling had almost made him fallen. Almost but it was here he couldn't do it right.

Yuri growled when his back abruptly complained at his usual arching but he didn't listen. He couldn't. It wasn't of him to be like that and the idea of not being able to work like he used to was just unbearable. Stretching on the soft floor, Yuri finally raised his eyes to the mirror wall of the ballet room. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him. He knew about boys changing pretty quickly into men, he'd heard a lot about it, but it wasn't possible.

He was taller than Otabek. Soon he would probably larger. But not now, he tried to reassure himself. Not now, he was still slim, probably not as much as he used to, if had to take J.J.'s words, but from what he could see in that huge mirror, he wasn't build like Chris or J.J. and it was all he could think to feel better.

Or Otabek. He wasn't as large as Otabek, he was sure. He quite hoped, actually. Sighing, Yuri caught his phone again and went through his news feed before judging that no, he wouldn't get what he was looking for in it. He left the application, checking in his saved pictures and finaly found it: that picture from the Grand Prix Final he found last night. Otabek's tiny smile made his heart beating accelerate but he tried to focus on the body only. Despite his white clothe on the upper part of his body, despite the waistcoat hiding a little his strong, powerful chest, Yuri was able to say how muscular and amazing was Otabek's body. It had nothing to see with his at the moment. Would he become like him someday? He let his eyes trailed down on what he could take from the picture : the neck, the shoulders, the chest. That waist, perfectly shaped, and he could remind every moves, every twist of his performance he'd seen on that DVD so many times. The barrier of the rink hide whatever was present after that, but Yuri knew by heart the shape of the low waist, of those absolutely perfectly shaped ass cheeks and--

He suddenly stopped when his body reminded him about how tight his spandex trousers were and two seconds after the young boy was cursing all he could against himself. Oh shit, shit and shit, what the fuck was he doing, what the fuck was he even thinking, looking like that at Otabek?

He rushed to the toilets, running in the corridor and not giving much attention to who he was crossing and hitting with his houlders –he definitely was too large and should start living with it, no matter how he disliked it.

But that wasn't the problem here, and as soon as he was locked in a toilet cabin, he sighed loudly. At least here, there was no risk to be seen in such a state, and he mumbled at the idea of being caught with the beginning of an erection in the middle of the ballet room. He winced. That was probably the grossest thing that could happen. There was no music here and the silence started to overwhelm Yuri. That was something he hated pretty much, and he started checking his phone to get rid of every thoughts he was having. Otabek's butt and this disgusting silence. Otabek's butt. Otabek's nicely shaped ass. Otabek's--

Shit.

Otabek had sent a new message. Yuri gulped a little a first, then slightly remember that no, Otabek wouldn't never know about what was happening. It was ok. He was just fucking hiding in the toilets, his stomach doing a flip because of the sudden stress.

Ota-bee : "alive flower?"

Yuri hadn't answer to his apologies from before, locking himself in his stretching training. It probably was the great moment to chat a little, at least it would take his mind out of all that mess.

Yura : "im not a fucking flower"

Even if, he had to admit, he was unable to dislike that small nickname from Otabek. But he wouldn't say it.

Yura : "im alive"

Yura : "tired"

Ota-bee : "training too much?"

He hesitated a little on the answer. Ith his other hand, Yuri pulled a little on the crotch of his trousers to allow a little more room for his current problem. He knew it was still early, but it hadn't decreased for now and the time was flying by too fast.

Yura : "kind of. i suck at skating today lol"

He sat on the toilet seat, trying to gather himself back. Stressing over something that stupid would only make things even worse.

Ota-bee : "you suck? make me laugh"

Yuri sighed. If he wasn't going to say all his problems to Otabek, at leat some little things wouldn't hurt...? They were friends. And if that word was pretty new, with an amazing meaning to him, Yuri knew that he could, maybe for once, complain a little. Just a little.

Yura : "falling too much, yakov yelled"

Ota-bee : "be careful, where are you now? Nursery? Youre ok?"

Yura : "toilets"

Ota-bee : "wtf you doing in the toilets?"

Yura : "shit"

How could he be that stupide? Hands shaking stupidly around the plastic frame of the cellphone, Yuri pursed his lips. He hadn't even taken the tie to process and actualy think about what to answer to Otabek but he knew that should haven't said where he was right now. If the guy was to discover his problem, it would be the end of the world. Of his world. The 'I'm hiding in the toilets since I've a fucking boner because of your fucking hot ass' was definitely not the thing to say and Yuri gulped loudly at that. Not to mention that he was definitely having a problem, a huge one, if his body reacted that easily to...Everything and nothing at the same time?

He hated teenage. It was the worst thing in the world.

A look at his phone and he sighed out of relief : Otabek had replied. Like a stupid again, but it was for the best and Yuri rushed on the first possible answer he could get from that.

Ota-bee : "what? you shitting? With your phone?"

Yura : "fuck you im sick"

Ok It was a lie. Yuri didn't like it a lot, actually he totally disliked it, but it wasn't a situation where he could say the truth. Right? Plus, uh. It was quite true in a way. He was sick. Teenage was a fucking awful illness and it was currently making him weak in the knees, and his whole body ache with pain most of the time.

Ota-bee : "what"

Ota-bee : "are you alone now? You should vomit if you not ok"

Ota-bee : "where s yakov"

Ota-bee : "and vic"

Otabek's concern made a sof twarmness spread in Yuri's chest and the hint of guilt just hit right at it. But for both their goods, he just couldn't say what was going on. Like...NEVER.

Yura : "its ok im not a kid!"

Ota-bee : "but youre sick dumbass"

Yura : "just stomach"

Actually a little under. But well. Uh. Yuri sighed again, pulling again on the fabric of his trousers and the feeling of the soft friction against his crotch almost made him see stars and he rolled his eyes to himself, mouth tightly shut to hold back a little moan -of SURPRISE of course. Oh dear, no way.

He had to get out of this. Quickly.

Ota-bee : "does your grandpa have smthg for stomach?"

Yura : "yeah yeah"

Ota-bee : "wonder why i don't believe you"

It was a curious idea, Yuri thought, even if Otabek was fucking right. He frowned a little nonetheless.

Yura : "tch" Ota-bee : "take care of yourself man"

Yuri caught himself smiling, and somehow it was hard to imagine himself here right now, his hand stretching the fabric of his trousers between his legs, sitting on the toilets while typing on his cellphone. What a trash, he thought.

Yura : "yeah yeah"

Ota-bee : "dont yeah yeah me man"

Yura : "yes mom"

Ota-bee : "…"

Yuri kept a small laughter back, picturing what Otabek's hard features could look like right now. Somehow it was funny and at the same time, he only could imagine it soft, sweet. Nice. His heartbeat didn't suddenly speed up. His face didn't violently burned to turn hot like hell. There wasn't that ashaming feeling going down his stomach to his guts as he was genuinely thinking about his friend.

There was something else, something he didn't really get. It was just the sweetest feeling, the nicest idea of 'something',yet he was unable to put a word on it. It was like how he felt happy whenever Otabek came to talk to him, every of his words, the simple thought of his smile, of his gaze to him, like during those few days in Barcelona.

Yuri blinked a little. He felt great. Just thinking about this had made him smile. He just needed to talk to Otabek, and it wasn't the fist time he was realising it. Everything would be ok. There was no need to rush, no need to fear that much.

It took him a little longer to calm down his boner. Patience had never been his thing, plus the stress of being caught locked after more than half an hour in the toilet cabin didn't help him at all. But he was feeling better, lighter. Slowly, he'd let go of the fabric of his trousers, rubbing a little the painful seam between his legs with the tip of his fingers. It made him shiver, of course -he knew it would but wearing that thing again was definitely out of question. When he stood up, the whole dark leggins told him how tight it was, pressing around all his muscles as much as possible.

He had to change, now, he sighed while opening the thin door of the cabin. In the room, there was a sall and round figure at the sinks, washing his hands. Yuri took place at the sink beside, silent at first. Then, he started.

"Yakov, I..."

"After training," the man cut, "come to Victor's flat. We have to talk. Don't eat before, we'll get something for the night."

Yuri swallowed thickly at Yakov's words. It asn't the first time they were having something like that. Usually, it wasn't for good news, so the lump quickly came deep in his throat. "Y-yeah," he murmured. The feeling of water running on his skin made him shiver even more than his fingers in the cabin. Differently though.

After that, Yakov had quickly disappeared, leaving Yuri alone with himself again. His phone buzzed softly beside the sink where he'd put it while washing his hands.

Ota-bee : "celebrating bday tonight?"

Yuri sighed. How wonderful. The night would be long, not in the way he woud have liked. He hadn't planned on celebratinghis birthday at all; he was alone at home and the only thing that sounded pretty good was spending his time on his computer, scrowling down his news feed and chatting with Otabek until the young man would fall asleep. It would still be early, since they had three hours of difference between their countries, but this program was probably the best he had in mind.

Not...That. Would it be about the Spring Gala? Yuri finally had no idea what was really going on, Victor's words still lingering in his mind. He'd thought about something, of course, Mila was the strongest person they had in store for him to train with, so? He'd had imediatly thought about Otabek, of course. More probably because of the theme for the duet, which was the most powerful program the Kazakh had performed under his eyes. But if Victor had left with a very light clue, letting him hope, Yakov hadn't said anything.

Worse.

Otabek had never even talked about the Spring Gala to him. Never. It was in twenty days, as Victor had reminded him earlier. Not that Otabek had much time left. If they had planned to make them as a duet, the young man would already be preparing his coming to Moscow. But he was busy like...Casually busy. Training, classes, training again, like Yuri every day passing.

Yuri didn't stop by the ballet room, heading to the changing room. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he just couldn't let thing escape that far. He had to work, no matter who he would be paired with –even if he wasn't one to easily match with anyone. They all fucking knew it, so what were they thinking about?

After lunch, Yuri didn't took the time to talk to anyone. J.J. was stuck with Victor, laughing frequently –it sounded like a good thing, but the blond boy ignored them when they tried to catch him to eat. None of them talked about the fact that Yuri had returned to his casual clothes, his deep scowl printed on his face, and he even heard the word "pouting" and "kid" in the same sentence coming from Victor. But he didn't get the whole thing from that far, so he just cringed in silence.

He closed himself in the viewing room. It was a small place, with a short old sofa in it, and a average TV screen able to play DVD videos. On a shelf beside the TV fourniture, a pile of DVD boxes. He checked amongst them for a few seconds but it didn't take him lng to find what he wanted : the same DVD he had got from Yakov three months ago. On the cover, 'Grand Prix Final 2016' was handwritten. The round letters were Victor's.

hen the show started on the screen, Yuri had already set himself on the sofa, knees up to his chin, light off in the room to focus on the TV, on the body moving on the ice, on the music poundering in his ears. His moves.

He had to concentrate.

He had to learn, had to know more about this program. Because, even he wasn't paired with him, it as Otabek's program and he just couldn't fail at it.

Yeah.

He couldn't.

Sometimes, he'd take a break, eyes burning from watching too much the video, again and again, fingers tight around the remote of the TV. His cellphone was set on his chat with Otabek and he occasionally gave a look at it.

Yura : "no celebration, no time, no friends?"

He would never mention how many time and how much pride it had taken to write this. Never, really. Otabek probably knew without being told.

Ota-bee : "no friends? i feel rejected"

Yura : "not you dumbass"

Ota-bee : "kidding"

Ota-bee : "your grandfather didn't plan anything?"

Yura : "na he's still not back"

Ota-bee : "wtf youre alone!"

Yuri had giggled a little at it. Otabek sounded pissed of, even shocked. Minutes ater minutes, Otabek was still answering, sometimes pretty fast, sometimes it was taking him more time and somehow Yuri wondered what he was doing. Training? He looked at the time. It was already past 4PM here in Moscow, so...It was something like 7PM in Kazakhstan. Evening training might have started for Otabek.

Ota-bee : "plus no time? What about night?"

Yura : "meeting wth yakov & vic"

Ota-bee : "they make you work for your bday night?"

Yura : "dunno"

Ota-bee : " :/ "

Ota-bee : "i ll wait till you get home ok?"

Yura : "what"

Ota-bee : "nothing"

Yuri had uselessly scowled at his screen before going back to the video. He was tired, couldn't count how many times he'd watched it. He could get the essence of the moves, part of the logic in them. But he wasn't sure about how to put it into a duet. What's more, was he right to study Otabek's program for this? He'd automatically thought about this when he knew it was the Symphonia N°9 for the exhibition. But who would choregraph it in the end?

He hadn't asked and had probably lose half his day in it –or not, he kind of really liked watching the show again and again no matter how many times he'd already watched it at home.

He found himself pouting when he gave a look at the time. It was being late. Otabek would probably go to bed soon.

Yuri sighed, and gave a try. It wouldn't kill him after all. Since when was it difficult to ask simple things?

Yura : "btw what about spring gala this year?"

Ota-bee : "the what?"

That settled things. Otabek didn't know and it probably wasn't so surprising. He was far away –but so was J.J. on the other hand. But they didn't have the same weight in the ice skating world and Otabek wasn'probably wasn't invited in a lot of events all over the world.

Yura : "forget about it"

Ota-bee : "ahah ok ok"

After that, the phone was stuck in his back pocket and soon he was closing everything in the small room. It was dark until he opened the door and the long figure in the enlighted corridor made him start a little.

"J.J.!" He low mumbled, and the man lifted his attention from the phone he was so much into, eyebrows gathered in a thick line above his eyes.

"Ah, they were right, you were here!" J.J. smiled, in that way Yuri didn't like. Something sad was sticking around the man, that was all Yuri could tell and it was a little too...Disturbing. He wasn't quite sure if it was the word he was looking for, but still, it was at least a part of what he was feeling about J.J. at the moment.

"What are you doing here?" Yuri sighed, his bag under his arm as he was trying to zip up his coat with one hand. J.J. shook his head, coming closer to help the boy.

"They're all gone but you," he said. "So I've been waiting, I even thought they were kidding when they told me to wait at this door."

Yuri blinked at him, unsure. J.J. was defintely weird. More than he usually was.

"Wait, why were you waiting for me?"

"Well...It's nighty now?"

J.J. had sounded like he had to think before answering and Yuri frowned.

"And so?"

"That's your birthday?"

"And soooo?" Yuri insisted again.

J.J. shove his hands deep in his jeans pockets as they'd started to walk in the corridor to the main hall.

"There are fangirls outside waiting for you?"

"I'm big enough."

"In the dark," J.J. added, rising an eyebrow.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?"

"Nothing, really?"

"Really?" Yuri sneered.

J.J. rolled is eyes furiously. "Oh yeah, REALLY, prince fucker! Man, I don't even know why he's so much worried about you!"

At his words, Yuri gave J.J. a dark look but still an interrogative one.

"What?"

"You know who I'm talking about, boy!" J.J. sighed. While talking, he was refraining a smile toward Yuri who looked a little out of the place at that moment.

"Uh, you already talked about O—Otabek," Yuri mumbled. Otabek's name suddenly sounded heavy in his mouth in this silent hall.

J.J. sighed at that. "Yeah, to be honest I didn't expect at all that he would come and ask to help you. He didn't need to ask for that, I'm not one to leave friends in shi--"

Yuri had suddenly caught J.J. arm without a warning. "What? What do you mean 'come and ask'?"

J.J. turned his gaze away. "Weeell..."

"You didn't said it like that this morning," Yuri blamed.

"Did I?" J.J. shrugged with a funny smile. "Don't tell Otabek, he tried to be discreet."

It was awkward in every way, and J.J. definitely felt it too. He pat Yuri's back gently while opening the door and pushed the boy. "Princesses first!"

"Fucking jerk!"

On their way, they weren't alone.A lot of people were still waking outside despite the cold weather and Yuri adjusted his scarf around his neck. Victor lived near the the rink but it was enough walk to get frozen by the icy wind. Sometimes, Yurio could hear a high pitchy scream that reminded him of the girls from the morning and he winced. Every time, J.J. would put his hand in his back and the blond boy wasn't sure if it was mean to be reassuring for him or threatening for those girls staking on him –probably on both them actually as J.J. was incredibly famous, but no one seemed to know that he was here.

When J.J. pushed the doorbell of the flat, Yuri huffed a little. "What are you doing?"

"Uh? Well, I sleep here."

"Wha--"

There was a soft buzz in the intercom and J.J. leaned toward the mic. "Ah Victor, it's us." Then a low "Oh!" answered and Yuri frowned a little. They were the ones who wanted him to come, so why did he sounded to, how to say...Unready? Surprised? Or something else?

"Not coming?" J.J. asked as he had already pushed the door after the slizzing buzz opening the building.

"Mh, yeah, yeah."

The staircase was only enlighted thanks to a poor bulb in a corner, so they had to take care of every step not to fall.

"Hey Victor, how comes you leave in such a shitty place?" J.J. asked while entering the flat first. He'd let the door half closed on Yuri who cursed after the man, pushing quickly on it.

But it wasn't like he was used to. Darkness were all around him, and the sound of the door slamming closed behind him made his heart jump. Oh shit shit shit--

With a cold sweat suddenly going down his spine, Yuri stepped further in the flat, a hand befor him in case he would bump into J.J., but it didn't happen. The man wasn't in his way. It was awfully silent, dark, and his stomach squeezed painfully with worries. What did that mean?

"Vi--"

A bang resonnated, making him jump on his feet with fear. Something light and soft like a paper rain was touching his face and the light was suddenly on.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Victor was in front of him, A open papercraft tube in his hands and some multicolored confetti still on the back of his hands. For the first second, his face had been severe, in the same way as when they'd talk earlier that day, but his features suddenly lighted up, his smile softened while his ice blue eyes where loonking at Yuri.

"Happy birthday," he repeated, more gently, and one of his hands let go of the thick tube to brush confetti away from Yuri's head. "Sorry, here you scared? We tried to prepare a little surprise."

Yuri was just too voiceless to answer immediatly. Pretty agape, the boy looked atVictor with a lost expression, then at J.J. who still had his hand on the light switch beside the entry door, then at Yakov who was standing a bit setback, trying to hide his discomfort for being here -and probably his timidity.

He swallowed slowly, mind blank. He'd wanted to run away at first -but the door was already close in his back. He didn't really liked surprises like this one, it was always weird and he was never sure if he'd react in the good way. Was it ok to smile, was it ok to let go of everything and show how much it was carrying him away with joy? Was it really ok?

Wouldn't it be childish of his? WOuldn't it be used against him in the future? The young skater felt a pressure on his shoulder and he turned his eyes to his side. J.J. was standing here, hand heavy on him with a huge smile.

"Birthdays are better with friends," the man said. "Don't you think?"

Yuri nodded then kept his gaze on the floor. Friends, uh? He was still so insecure about that term, he'd been figuring out what it was like by being in long distance contact with Otabek for the last three months now. But somehow, it felt different. Victor moved his hand from Yuri's head to his other shoulder and brought him closer. It wasn't a hug or anything, really, but his arm brushing the man's sides was bringing him to a soft feeling, something sweet spreading in his chest -not as much as when Otabek was talking to him, but still. He wasn't alone. He wasn't alone, and that very idea made him a bit ashamed of all those awful thoughts crossing his mind all day long. They knew. They knew him, they knew that something was going on, they knew that he was changing, little by little. Every day, theyre were here, by his sides. For years already. He nodded again, slowly, lips tightened in a thin line.

On the small round table, Yakov was placing a large plate with something that looked like a cake -probably? It looked a bit weird but he had never heard about Victor's cooking skills before, nor Yakov's.

A small pack was here too, wrapped in a red paper with small snowflakes and Yuri reminded the day Victor had bought it in Spain to wrap Yuuri's Christmas gift.

"He-hey, Yuri, are you ok?" Yakov mumbled. The blond boy could see the old man's ears as red as it was humanly possible.

The blond boy could see the old man's ears as red as it was humanly possible and it made him smile a little. But he drop his gaze back on the floor. "Yeah, yeah..." All this just was so unusual that he didn't know how to move at all, and he let Victor lead him to a chair.

"Oh my, Yurio, don't make that face! Ah, J.J., I told you he would be all pouting and that!"

"Yeah but that's a cute reaction, coming from your baby tiger! Look at that princess, eh! I'm pretty glad we could make it in the end."

Yuri blushed a little at J.J.'s voice in his back.

So, was that what they'd been actually talking about? Was it the reason why nobody even tried to look after him for the whole afternoon? Not that he'd really gave attention about that point, but it had felt odd sometimes, with hours flying away with only the sound of TV, the screen shining in the dark and his cellphone buzzing softly near his thight from Otabek's chatting.

His cheeks felt hot, and he doubted it was because of the heat in the room. Victor patted his shoulder again before sitting beside him. Yakov was already in place, trying to avoid every eye contact with the boy; it was obvious that the old man wasn't feeling at his place and at the same time he was fighting not to smile because it probably wouldn't be him. Being grumpy, looking grumpy, was more his way of showing his affection and Yuri perfectly knew it.

"I, uh..."

Yuri hesitated. Oh, shit. His painful knees just felt so weak at that moment, he was pretty happy to be sitting right now.

"Th-thank you...," he murmured. His eyes were focusing on the cake, something chocolate flavour related if he had to guess about what it was made of. Even the shape was pretty approximate and he wondered how they manage to have such a weird shape for a simple cake. Probably the magic of noobs.

Yakov nervously laughed, yet gently -and it ended as a long cough to hide it.

"Eh?" J.J. scoffed. "Oh my god, I could have killed just to see your face right now, you know that? Thanks god I don't have to become a murderer."

"Sh-shut up!"

Laughters soon overwhelmed him. Victor was soft all the evening, like he'd never been before -or for so rare occasions and not to Yuri especially. Stuck with the three men, Yuri could only feel the soft buzz of his phone in his back pocket, but social respect always told him not to look at his phone when he was with people. He would answer Otabek later -or whoever it was. By the time, the Kazakh had probably fell asleep for long. J.J. on the other hand, gave frequent looks at his own cellphone, only checking the screen then shutting it quickly. At Victor's worried gaze, the man shrugged discreetly, then shook his head and went back to the conversation.

The cake had been surprisingly...Good. Even if it was impossible to guess what was the real flavour in it, it did taste good. Yakov simply refused to answer their questions and the three men ended pouting and eating at the same time. It wasn't really sweet like a cake used to be and at the same time there wasn't salt in it -or at least, not a salty taste. Uh. They weren't able to get it but still, it ok. It was good and Yuri even thought about asking the recipe for his grandfather. The old man had called earlier in the afternoon when Yuri was watching Otabek's performance; sick from catching a bad flue, he was stuck at his friend's house. His voice had just been so sad in Yuri's ears, the boy didn't let himself feel bad for being alone on his birthday. His grandfather didn't deserve any reproach, and somehow he was glad that the man could take some rest, far from his family reponsabilities.

"Hey, Yurio," suddenly said Victor. His hand pushed a little on the gift still wrapped near Yuri's plate closer to the boy. Yuri blushed a little, mumbling about how much a gift wasn't necessary and J.J. laughed. Almost too loud for Yuri not to get alled on that and he gave a death gaze of his.

"What?"

"Just open it, princess."

It was loose under the paper, Yuri noted when he put his fingers on the package. It didn't take him long to rip the thin paper off, and he dig his finger into something soft. A dark fabric was inside and he caught it with both his hands, spreading it before him. A tee-shirt, a dark one actuallyeasily one size bigger than the one he'd tried to wear in the morning. He smile at the huge white tiger printed on the front, ready to attack. That wasn't bad, eh. There was another clothe in the paper, and J.J. caught it for him, doing the same as Yuri with the tee shirt to show it. It was simple, plain, black. A fucking new trousers for his training and the boy felt his face become red and awfully hot from the shame. J.J. was laughing again.

"I don't even feel sorry," he said. "It might be a little large at first but you sure will grow again, so we don't worry about it!"

Victor was barely holding a smile at that, nodding. "I agree. Even if it was quite nice to look at, I'll miss your boxers!"

"Y-you--! How dare you--!"

Before Yuri could even say anything, even if words wouldn't come and the boy was just lost in his shoes, Victor moved the rest of paper and pointed it with his chin, winking to Yuri.

"I guess there's something else for you," he murmured.

J.J. had suddenly stopped laughing and his sudden attention made Yuri uneasy. What was that guy's problem after all?

Under the undone pack of clothes, there was a letter. Not something huge, a normal size, like a postal card. There was nothing written on it, nor been stamped -it hadn't been posted or anything.

"Open it?" Victor offered as Yuri was staring at it, turning it between his fingers as if there would be something suddenly appearing on it, a clue, anything?

"Yeah yeah..."

It was really a card. A double-sided one, folded on its middle so he had to open it to read if there was a message -there had to be something written, right? But he didn't lay it out at first, staring at the photograph on the cover. It was a rather simple scenery. A street under the snow. There was that tree. That barrier before the house.

There were those damn red curtains behind the large windows.

Yuri was already holding his breath at all of this. He knew that place, he knew all of this, and his heart started to beat in his chest, so hard that he wasn't sure if he wanted to open it. He didn't care about the loud silence around him -usually he would have been the one to make some noise, yelling at someone just not to drown in the heavy silence that used to make him so nauseus.

But here, he was just surrounded by the sound of his own heart beating so hard, so hard in his ears, and the small lump about to form deep in his throat.

When he opened it, his fingers were shaking, and he hated himself for being that weak.

At first, he didn't read it. His eyes just followed the trail of the dark pen on the ivory thick paper. The soft loops of the letters, ready to lean on the right of the card. But soon, he was drowning on the few words written there, voiceless again.

Victor leaned on him a little. Yuri could feel his smile in his words, even if he wasn't looking at the man at all. "Isn't it great? What are you go--Oh my god, Yuri, are you c-crying!? YAKOV PLEASE DO SOMETHING!"

"WHAT!? J.J. DO SOMETHING!"

"FUK YOU OLD MAN!"

It was stupid. Yuri nodded slowly at whatever they were saying and Victor dramatically screamed. It was the most stupid situation ever. Why was he even crying? He couldn't read the words anymore because of that and it was freacking annoying. But he didn't need to read it again, the words printed on his retina.

"Dear flower, Please, skate with me? Your bee"

#yurion #fanfiction #yay #otayuri #yuri #yurio #plisetsky #altin #otabek #cute

5 notes · View notes