"VICTORR" Yurio yells as he runs across the rink with fury in his expression.
"What the hell do you think you're doing marrying that pig?"
He glares at Yuuri intensely. He slowly advances, his lips pressing back into a snarl.
Suddenly, Otabek appeared behind him and wraps his arms around the smaller man. Yuri thrashes around and once realizing he was in Otabeks arms, calmed down.
He opened his eyes again, released himself from the hug and marched away from the astonished group.
"He's upset Victor, maybe he's not comfortable with both of us being guys and all" Yuuri whispered to Victor with concern.
Victor drifter closer to his boyfriend, placing his arm protectively around him, and Yuuri blushed lightly and places his head under Victor's chin.
"It's all right my love, I think he's just shocked" Victor purred into his ear.
Otabek smiled at their display of affection but had a look of regret in his eyes, like he was in pain. He turned away from them so they wouldn't see the look on his face and he marched off to the changing rooms to take off his costume.
Once he was in the changing room he heard the sound of the shower on. After turning the corner he saw a familiar elegant frame. He recognized it and froze in place, a blush spread across his face. He focused his eyes to the ground.
Yurio turned around and once realizing who it was he grabbed his towel and tied it around his waist and began looking at the floor his hair was hanging around his face covering his blush.
"S-ssorry Yuri" Otabek stuttered. He began to turn around and leave.
"Wait" Yuri said "You can have a shower as well, I don't mind"
Otabek's eyes grew wide and he looked up at Yuri. He noticed Yurio's embarrassment. He then felt his own face growing hot.
He turned his back to him and slowly began removing his costume and the sound of the shower started once again. Otabek then got in the shower furthest away from him as not to make him more uncomfortable.
Yuri furiously tried to keep his eyes straight but couldn't help his eyes drifting slightly in the mans direction. He saw the chiseled body of Otabek Altin and that sight alone nearly took his breath away. He let out a sharp breath and cursed under his breath as Otabek turned to the source of the sound. They both made eye contact and Yuri could've sworn he saw Otabek look down slightly then look away. The tips of his ears were dusted pink.
Yurio's mind was racing with indecent images, his heart was growing faster. He felt his body growing hot.
"Well, um I'll see you later" Yuri blurted, turning off the shower and turning into the changing room.
After turning the corner, he sees Christophe Giacometti."Well someone seems a bit hot and bothered". He gives Yuri a little wink and then struts off to the shower area. Yuri looks down with horror as he realizes what happened. He then scrambles to put his clothes on quickly, to avoid Otabek any further.
"Hello Otabek" Christophe says seductively as he turns the corner, he smirks at the gorgeous man.
While Yuri is putting on his shoes, Otabek enters the changing area, water dripping off his hair and body and Yurio can't help but stare. After a few seconds he turns his head away and storms out of the changing room with a blushing face. This cannot be happening to him, he was NOT like Victor. He leaves the room as quickly as possible, leaving Otabek standing there watching him leave. He glanced at the floor his expression riddled with worry.
Otabek sat down thinking of how pretty Yurio was, and then found himself marveling at how slim and beautiful he had thought he was moments before.
"No Beka" He scolded himself "Yuri does not think of you that way, this is too indecent".
He then left the changing room and headed for the hotel.
Yurio walked back to the hotel, pondering what happened, pleading for an explanation that would tell him what he wanted to hear. He lay down on his bed exasperated and he began thinking again. He thought of Otabek and how hot he was in the shower. He was so muscular and so tall, he thought of how it would feel to touch him, to kiss him.
"Oh dear god" He whispered at himself as he looked down to see, well lets say, a stiff muscle that was not a result of competitive ice skating.
Yuri guesses what this means, He was in love with Otabek. A tear rolls down his cheek as he thinks of what he had said to Yuuri and Victor earlier.
He knows Otabek will never love him.
