Love mistook for lust (OtaYuri AU)

2nd Night

It was a rather boring day, the same meaningless clients coming and leaving, the beautiful prostitute not even caring anymore, almost spacing out the whole time. There was only one thing he cared about at this point and actually looked forward to. A more... special customer. Probably his only friend he made in years. And it was almost time. 7:55 pm, only five more minutes until his promised arrival. That's when he heard a knock on the door, the familiar silver haired Russian opening the door, saying with his usual grin "Yuri, the client from yesterday is asking for y-" the older Russian couldn't even finish his sentence, cause the teenager already ran out the door in a frenzy, surprising his boss with the spark in his eyes and the excitement of having this one client. When he arrived downstairs to meet his friend and client, the other prostitutes were looking at them, slightly surprised for him to be downstairs so quickly, without even putting a fight, without a rude, or a snarky comment, since he tends to get rather cocky. But well, he was a good 'employee', his beauty, flexibility and youth enchanting the customers that always asked for him. He tried to keep his excitement to himself as the toned man in front of him smiled fondly at him, bowing slightly before saying "Fancy meeting you again, Russian Fairy." and, just like the night before, he kissed the teenager's hand with a smirk, making him blush slightly. "Ohhhhhhh! You made the stone cold Yuri Plisetsky blush! What's your secret, handsome?" a certain Swiss asked towards the Kazakh with a wink. "Fuck off, Giacometti, he's my client, get your own, you whore." he said as the exotic man chuckled at his jealousy towards the other blond, placing his arm around his shoulder. "Easy, tiger. I ain't going anywhere." the Kazakh said jokingly as the other glared at his co-worker that couldn't be anything but amused by his reaction. "You are right, I am total whore, and I love every second of it." Chris said, as the two men went to the formal prostitute's room, the younger male rolling his eyes at the comment of the other employee there. They reached the room that, without a doubt or exaggeration, reeked of sex, the dark skinned male holding onto his shirt, placing the collar of his shirt over his nose to keep the excessive smell of fluids that seemed to be everywhere away from his nostrils, irritating him slightly. His host immediately saw his reaction, running towards the window, to open it for some fresh air. Truth be told, he was so accustomed to the smell in that room to the point where he didn't even notice it, but it seemed that it did reeked. He looked over at the handsome man, noticing that he motioned to go towards the bed. "Wait! Don't sit down!" he said in a rush, almost panic. He ran towards the bed, quickly starting to take off the sheets off the bed. God knows how much those sheets have seen that day, the smell being the 'evidence' of it. "I have to wash those." he said, as the other extended his arm to help. The beautiful boy looked over at him with those beautiful emerald orbs of his, and chuckled at how thoughtful the man was. "It's ok, I got it. I'm rather used to the smell and all. You just wait on that armchair, I'll be right back." he quickly exited the room to leave the sheets in the bathroom, walking towards the sink, washing his hands. It wasn't like he ever cared that much of how 'dirty' he is, since he had sex with various people and multiple people per day, and knew that getting cleaned up just to get all messed up and dirty again was a waste of time. But right now, not even water and soap could be enough this time. Because he couldn't even think of touching the only one that brighten his miserable day with the same hands that he touch God knows how many other men and women that day. He let out a deep sigh before leaving the bathroom, walking back to his room, quickly looking through his wardrobe, getting out a new pair of sheets, as he started placing them on the bed. The Kazakh watched closely with a smile on his face, seeing how cautious he was and how attentive he was right now.

When the boy was done, he walked towards the window, next to the chair his client was sitting on. The window was his favourite spot, his only connection with the outside world. Everytime he'd feel alone, he'd stare out the window, thinking of the reason why he was there, thinking of grandpa, thinking of how he needed the money for medicine. Grandpa... What was he doing? Was he lonely? Was he alright? Was he in a good state? He haven't seen him for years, he missed him to death... And the poor elder didn't even know why his grandson disappeared all of a sudden, where did he go, what he was doing for a living. He wished he could see him one more time... Or at least, well... Give him an explanation. He must've been worried as hell the first few months or even year that he didn't come back home. Sure, he probably forgot about him after all these years, and he might be clueless of who is providing his money for his medicine. But even after all this time, he felt guilty for leaving him like that. He shook his head when a hand grasped his wrist, looking down to face the man sitting down on his armchair. "Yuri... Is it healthy for you to sit right in front of the window like that? I mean, you barely wear anything right now... And you're all sweaty." He got up, taking the blanket that was resting carelessly on the armchair, and placed it over the bare shoulders of the young Russian. "There." He said, embracing the slender body to provide him with more heat. The pretty boy looked out the window blankly, the cool breeze of St. Petersburg hitting his cheeks that were now dusted with a pale pink, the cold pinching on his face. This felt nice... Having some fresh air for once in years, being able to breathe, having someone warming him up... It felt unreal... Like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. Because it was one of the few moments that he felt at peace. "Yuri... Yesterday you mentioned your grandpa... Could you tell me what happened to him...?" The teen looked up before saying with a rather sad look on his face "I really... Don't wanna talk about it..." the dark haired man nodded before saying "Alright, then... Maybe next time..." He didn't want to push the boy into telling him, he wanted him to open up on his own whenever he was ready. To help him, to show him that life can be more than pain and numbness. He has been snapped out of his thoughts when the Russian beauty in his arms said to him in a pleading tone "Otabek... I know it might sound like a lot but... Could you do me a small favour...?" He asked, his emerald, bright eyes looking up at the man with hope and... trust? Did he trust him? Those eyes of his... He couldn't say no when those beautiful orbs of his were staring right into his soul. When he looked into his eyes, he felt trapped, unable to escape. But he didn't even want to escape. He wanted to be able to look into those eyes for as long as he could. But he had to reply eventually. He nodded slowly before saying in a quiet voice "Yeah sure. Anything." The prostitute looked at him with a serious expression before making up the courage to speak. "I... I want you to give my grandpa something... I'll give you the address of the hospital, just please... Could you give him an envelope...?" The Kazakh had lots of questions on his mind... What for? What's in the envelope? What would that help him with? Would it make the Russian feel better? But he didn't want to stick his nose into their business, especially when Yuri wasn't even ready to open up to him about this subject yet. "Alright. I'll do it." He nodded once again, a smile appearing on the other's face, hugging him as tight as he could. He couldn't be any more grateful to this one person that entered his life. Just like that, he finally had some hope. "Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me!" He said, sitting down on the armchair, taking a pen and a piece of paper, starting to write while the other one patiently waited on the bed, fascinated by the serious and concentrated look on Yuri's face.

Dear grandpa,
I am so very sorry for not contacting you these past few years, or telling you where I am, or at least telling you that I'm safe. Truth is, I took a certain job to support you and to be able to get you your medicine, as well as paying the hospitalization. I do make quite some money since I am quite popular in this field. I can't really tell you too much about my job, or anything, at this point. Just know that it was the only way I could make enough money to support you. Don't worry, though. I am fine and healthy. I miss you like hell, but you know, a job is a job. Don't worry, I ain't selling drugs or anything like that. Are you alright, grandpa? Do you take your medicine properly and everyday? How are the doctors there, are they treating you right? Because I want you to feel comfortable there. As comfortable as you can, at least. It might be difficult, but I'll try to make it and see you soon. Also, you remember how you always told me I should make friends? The man bringing you this letter is actually my first friend. He has been so kind and sweet to me, so feel free to leave him a letter as well if you have anything to say to me. I doubt he'll say no, he's too much of a nice guy. I love you lots, grandpa. Please make sure you stay healthy.
                Your beloved grandson,
                                                         Yuri.

He let out a sigh of relief before folding the letter to fit it nicely into the envelope. As soon as he finished it, he enthusiastically handed it to his current partner with a smile. "There. You can take this to grandpa." On the back of it there was written the address where he had to go, making sure he wrote down every single detail. The Kazakh didn't really want to leave just yet, but it seemed like all of this was so important to him... "Alright, I'll make sure he gets it." The toned man said, but a delicate hand grabbed his wrist right before he was about to leave. "Wait... The time... It would be too suspicious. Please, wait just for a bit longer." He said, leading the other towards the bed. "But what are we supposed to do until then?" His friend asked as the blond looked up with innocent eyes. "Well... I am still working, after all." The Kazakh let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around the boy with a smile. "You seem rather exhausted, though. I don't want you to push yourself. I told you, I didn't come here for sex. I came for you." He emerald eyes looked down before once again locking them with the dark orbs that his partner had. "I am but... I don't really mind it with you..." his client smiled at him before pressing his lips over his neck, placing the hand under his shirt, the boy shivering at the touch. He was gently pushed down, the man not once moving his lips from the sensitive spot on his neck, the white, translucent skin taking a purple tone from the bruises left from the other costumers that day. He took a moment to look at the bite marks on his neck, before placing sweet kisses over each and every one of them, the teenager closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling, small gasps escaping his lips at his every move. The dark skinned man slowly took off the pretty boy's tank top, placing soft kisses over his collar bone, a place that has been bruised as well, slowly going down to his chest, taking his time to observe his body. He was skinny, yes, but at the same time, he still had a rather nicely shaped abdomen. He finally made his way towards Yuri's pants, taking them off, not averting his gaze from his partner's eyes, just to make sure he was comfortable with it. When the black shorts were completely off, he smiled, caressing the Russian beauty's thigh, before placing sweet kisses over his inner thigh.

Yuri was, without a doubt, surprised when he felt a tongue brushing against his tip, arching his back slightly. No one ever did anything to pleasure him, let alone give him a bj. He was the only one to ever do that, God knows where that poor mouth of his has been, he had to do what he was asked to do regardless. But never in his life did a client try to pleasure him. Furthermore, succeeding in doing so. He closed his eyes, pressing his head against the pillow as he felt Otabek's mouth sucking lightly at his member, already feeling fever rising, feeling the heat between the two of them. Soft moans escaped the boy's throat as the man with his head between his legs continued sucking. "B-Beka-ahh... Y-you don't have to-ahh~ do that..." he said, a deep red spreading over his cheeks. The other man raised his head to look at him and chuckled. "Well I do believe you do deserve a break for once in a while. Let it be you to get the treat this time. You deserve it."