yurionicekink | Prompt Post 1

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_{Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky}

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They slept in in the morning, tangled together, sore and satisfied, with Potya stretched out at the food of the bed. Otabek woke up first and ignored his bladder for almost twenty minutes so he could watch Yuri breathe. Eventually his stomach asserted itself, and he slowly, carefully extricated himself from Yuri’s arms, threw some clothes on, fed a now demanding Potya, and started on a pair of omelettes with mushrooms and wild leeks from the fridge.

Yuri was up by the time they were ready, and it felt a little like they were pretending to be adults, but it also felt a little like they actually were, drinking their coffee and eating in comfortable near-silence at Lilia’s kitchen table.

“I’ll make the bed,” Otabek said, “if you get the dishes.”

Yuri nodded, gesturing at the still half-full cup of coffee he was nursing.

Otabek was trying to remember if he should be looking for one dirty [washcloth] or two when he heard a knock at the door. He assumed it was Lilia, not wanting to walk in on something, but the woman’s voice he heard was unfamiliar.

When Yuri spoke it was unfamiliar too, clipped and angry. "I'm eighteen now,” Otabek caught, once he’d focused enough to listen “You remember, my birthday's in March. Right after I won my first gold at Worlds. Maybe you were too busy getting drunk to notice."

Otabek didn't hear what the woman said in reply. It probably didn't matter.

"This isn't your place," Yuri said. "Go home. Or crawl back under your rock. Whatever. Lilia will call the cops. I'm at least giving you a chance to leave with some dignity left."

She said something more, and Otabek heard the door slam. Potya darted from his previous hiding place and hid under the bed.

Yuri was unsteady when he came back into his room, and Otabek held him, as Yuri snarled "I'm fine.”

"Let me do this," he said, when Yuri was calm enough to listen, and Yuri burrowed deeper into his arms.

He talked, because at least he could do that, calling him whatever names he could pull into his mind. It’s all right. You’re all right. You’re here. I’m here. Darling, my soul, my love, I’m here.

Yuri remained silent, but he held on to Otabek, his face buried in Otabek's neck. Otabek stroked his back after a while, after he'd run out of words.

"Shit," he said. "She hasn't...hasn't pulled that in a while. I thought. Thought it was over."

It's never over, Otabek thought, darkly, but he couldn't voice that to Yuri. Not now. Yuri probably already knew, anyway.

Mama had asked about Yuri's family. He'd told as much truth as he knew and had kept his suspicions to himself. He hadn't wanted to find out like this. He hadn't wanted any of what he'd feared to be true.

He kissed Yuri's hair. "Tell me what you need," he said. Yuri had done that for him often enough.

"I'll be okay," he said. "Just...just don't move and don't say anything."

Otabek nodded.

Yuri didn't cry, but his breath was still unsteady, and it took a while before his heart wasn't beating like a bird’s fluttering wings under Otabek's hand. "Okay," he said, straightening up a little. "I'm--I'm okay."

"All right," Otabek said, and leaned in to kiss his temple.

Yuri blinked at him. "Did you just call me your soul, Altin?"

"Yeah," he said. "Who taught you Kazakh?"

"Your little sister gave me some tips. She said I should surprise you when you came to visit."

That little sneak, he thought, but he asked, "What else did she tell you?"

"Thank you, please. You're very handsome, she made me practice that." He stepped back a little. "Your sister is very smart. My pronunciation is shit, though."

"It's okay," he said. His mouth was dry. "She's a tough grader."

"She taught me--" He shook his head. ”Thank you," he said, again, and then, “Shit. You know, right? I love you."

You can't, he thought, and what did she tell you that meant?, but everything in Yuri's face said he knew exactly what it meant, exactly what he--

"Really?" he said.

"Yes, you idiot," he said. "Shit, I love you so much." And he was buried in Otabek's shoulder again, even though he was kind of too tall to do that now, and Otabek stroked his back and pressed his lips into Yuri's hair again. "Fuck, I wanted to do--wanted to make you dinner or something. Light candles or some shit. Something special. Tell you--"

"It's okay," Otabek said. "It's all okay. I love you too. Fuck. So much. I don't--I don't care about anything but--but this. You." He swallowed. "You and skating."

Yuri went to laugh, and if there were tears in it, neither of them would admit it. "Same here," he said. "And Grandpa, I guess."

"The rest of my family. Except maybe Sunnat."

"You're just mad at him," Yuri said, relaxing a little further. "You still love him."

"Yeah," Otabek said. He just wanted to punch him more often than not lately. "And Yakov. You love Yakov. And Lilia."

"If everything broke tomorrow," Yuri said. "If I lost it all. If I still had you...I'd be okay."

"Don't talk like that," he said.

"I love you," he said. "Fuck, I love you."

"You can say that," he said, and Yuri laughed in his arms, and they were both more or less calm by then. Yuri wiped his face, and Otabek went back to making the bed.

Lilia came up a little later, her face set like a warrior's. "I have told her," she said, without preamble, "that next time the police will come." She held up a finger before Yuri could speak. "This is my apartment. I will not have this."

Yuri shifted next to Otabek from his place on the couch, clearly thinking about arguing and weighing the potential costs. Otabek took his hand, and Yuri gripped his fingers tight. "She's--"

"If you would like to see her," she said, "you can tell me. And you can do it on your own terms. Not hers." She walked over to the couch, and brushed his hair affectionately from his face. "I will not make you reject her. But I will keep my rules, in my own home."

"I know," he said, and Otabek felt the fight drain out of him, at least for now.

"Should you call your grandfather?"

"Probably," he said. "But--not now. Later."

"All right," she said. "Ask him if he would like me to send some more fudge when you do." She swept out of the room.

"Fudge?"

"She says it's soothing to make, and neither of us can eat much, because I have to skate, and she's Lilia." He shrugged. "So she likes sending it to Grandpa. She even sent some to the Katsukis once."

"That's sweet."

"Not too sweet, she refuses to give any to Yakov still. Even when he was living here."

Otabek really did find himself liking Lilia. And increasingly relieved about her approval; she wouldn't have kept Yuri from seeing him, but her disapproval wouldn't be subtle.

That night, when she made fudge, she gave him an extra piece.

omg, i love protective lilia. and comforting otabek who calls yuri sappy names.

the sex scene was a+ too. it was actualy really sweet, poor yuri was so overwhelmed haha :)

She's tough! Maybe a little scary. A little.

♥ thank you!

This is so great and I continue to love it. I like how Yuri is still trying to figure out the right balance of how to act/what to say, and the lovely mix of eagerness and nerves in the sex scene.

I also really liked it felt a little like they were pretending to be adults, but it also felt a little like they actually were and I'm 1000% here for stern but protective Lilia who has Thoughts on love. (And Otabek's sister teaching Yuri some Kazakh was a cute detail. So was how Lilia makes fudge and sends the extra to Grandpa <3)

Thank you so much!

(I love getting to work everyone else in when they belong. :D)

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