"Yuri what are you doing here? It's supposed to rain later, you should be with Seth," Otabek said walking up to the apartment door keys in hand.
"I'm not going back there. I don't like him."
"Yuri, I just talked to him. He's a good man."
"I don't like him."
"I don't like him."
"You really need to learn to like people. You can't just keep spitting in people's face when they offer you a hand."
"I'm not. I just don't like him. I won't go back."
"No, you can't make me. I'd rather sleep on the street."
Otabek sighed motioning for Yuri to go inside, "My word you're so spoiled."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Yuri walked inside. He didn't miss the fact that it was supposed to rain.
"It means he's being nice to let you stay with him and you go and leave him just because you supposedly don't like him."
"You don't understand."
"He even tried helping you he told me but because it required him touching you you didn't want it."
"Oh so you'd be okay with him touching and massaging my *ss?"
"Yes actually because he was trying to help."
Yuri bit his tongue before he could remark that he sure was helping him when he held him down and forced himself inside him, that sure helped a lot. He'd have no leverage against Seth if he let that little secret slip now,"I don't like people touching me okay? You're one of the few exceptions."
"You would be hurting less right now if you had let him."
"I don't care. Look, can I just stay here until I can finally go join Victor and Yuuri?"
"I will let you, but I really think you should reconsider just leaving Seth."
"I'm not going to. Also, please don't tell Victor and Yuuri."
Otabek sighed, "Fine. Go shower though. The storm is going to start soon and I don't want you in there when the lightning starts. Yuri nodded and grabbed a towel from the closet and clothes from his suitcase before dissappearimg into the bathroom. He was in there a long time
When Yuri left the bathroom fully dressed and hair wet Otabek quickly got in hoping to beat the storm. He didn't but once he heard it start he took his time. No point now. It was loud too. This was going to be a bad one.
Yuri wished that Otabek didn't have so many windows. He just had to live on the corner flat and get all the windows. It was driving Yuri insane. The storm was driving him insane. It hadn't stormed in months nothing but snow falling but Russia was warm today, warmer than it should be and the storm was coming. It terrified him. As a kid he would climb into his parents bed only for them to get mad and throw him in the rain telling him to get over it. Some fears never left he supposed. Twisting his hand nervously Yuri paced in the kitchen his receiver picking up noises of the storm. He didn't take it out. This way he would know how close it was to being over. A hand touched his shoulder and Yuri jumped quickly pivoting to see Otabek raising an eyebrow, "You okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm going to bed. If you bother me I'll kill you," Yuri growled hoping it was enough to keep Otabek away from him. He left Otabek looking confused and closed and locked the door to his room before curling up and holding his knees in front of him tightly. He was fine he reminded himself. There was no reason to panic. A huge crash of thunder echoed and Yuri tried to smother the scream. What ended up coming out was a high pitched squeak.
"Yuri?" Otabek tried to open the door, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, go away," Yuri mustered his grumpy voice.
"What was that noise? Will you please open the door I hate talking through it. Did you fall? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine you idiot go away!"
The door was quiet and no more further sounds came before the door opened and Otabek walked in, "It's my flat. I have the key."
Yuri mentally cursed him as Otabek sat down in front of him Indian style, "Why are you on the floor?"
"Because I want to be. Go away."
Otabek stared at him eyes full of concern before thunder sounded again and Yuri jumped. An amused smile spread across his face, "Are you scared of storms?"
"F*ck you! Of course I'm not! That'd be lame."
"Then why don't you step outside?"
"And get wet?"
"You won't get wet there's an awning."
"I'd get dirty. I've already had a shower."
"A few minutes won't hurt."
"I am not going out there."
"So you are scared."
"No I'm not!" Yuri didn't move from his position and forced himself to stay still as the next thunder sounded.
"Yuri, I can see it in your eyes. You're terrified. Why don't you just take your receiver off?" Otabek reached up to do so for him and Yuri quickly scooted out of reach despite the pain that went through his body.
"No! I want to hear it! And I'm not scared!"
"You know it's okay if you are scared."
"Which I'm not."
"Well," Otabek said carefully, "I'm going to bed and whether you're scared or not you can come sleep with me tonight."
"Which I won't."
Otabek shrugged and went to bed. Yuri noted how cute he looked in plaid pajamas and a grey shirt. The thought was quickly erased when more thunder sounded. Yuri considered taking Otabek up on his offer. The man didn't have to know he was scared. He just said whether he was scared or not. Well he was but Otabek didn't have to know that. Yuri quietly slipped into Otabek's room and noticed there was yet another window. Sighing, Yuri cursed and pulled his receiver out and slid into bed facing the window, "This is not because I'm scared."
Otabek smiled and wrapped his arms around Yuri who in turn laid his head on the Kazakh man, "I know," Otabek replied and kissed his forehead, "You're not scared of anything."
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Yuri's life is a hurricane of practice, eating and work. Without supportive parents he struggles to find support in other places. Otabek comes to visit but only sees the lie yuri and his parents have constructed. However, things change when yuri's p...