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[It's not a great day. Yuri had managed to escape the house, and he and Yusuke had immediately booked it to his place, but being free of that damned building does nothing to erase the weight of horror that still clings to him. A hot shower after a long talk with Yusuke is...not doing a whole lot to ease that weight, but it soothes the tension in his shoulders and provides some relief for his strained muscles.

He's still in the midst of the shower, water turned up as hot as he can stand and steaming the room up with a comcortable heat, when Yusuke calls Otabek over. Depending on just how accurate Otabek's teleportation power is it will be where the older skater finds him.]

Edited 2017-11-04 20:43 (UTC)

[Otabek will accept the blame for where he ends up to a degree - the rest he'll say is his boyfriends’ faults. If they weren’t so good at inspiring him to practice then he wouldn’t be quite so accurate. He’d begun focusing on people instead of places and that’s when he can get exactly where he needs to almost ninety percent of the time. He usually appreciates that he’s better with his abilities, especially after what happened at the house a few hours ago.

He hangs up the phone and thinks of Yuri so that he doesn’t go to Yusuke’s house on accident. He doesn’t. He feels the familiar rush, almost painful, and then it’s raining. His eyes flick open and he’s in the shower. With Yuri. Yuri’s naked and in the shower.

He can’t move, his mouth hanging open as he looks into Yuri’s big blue eyes.]

[Yuri's reaction is immediate—a sharp gasp that threatens to build into a scream, eyes snapping wide with a moment of fear and alarm, and a wild grab for the shower curtain to pull towards him for some modesty.

And in the next moment he realizes it's Otabek, and all the alarm fades into a bizarre mix of confusion, relief, and enough embarrassment to leave his entire face cherry red. At least it's taken his mind off the events of the day entirely.]

Beka! What the hell!

[He's still frozen. Yes, he couldn't help but look. It was entirely on accident and because the shower wasn't big enough for him to do anything but be right there in Yuri's space. His face heats up and he tries to step back, slipping in the water and flailing. He ends up grabbing Yuri's shoulder and bracing against the wall.]

I'm sorry.

[Otabek's eyes snap shut and he presses his palm over them.]

Yusuke called. Asked me to come here. I focused on you so that I wouldn't miss your house. [He's fumbling along, trying to explain while the water pelts down over him.] I didn't mean to. I..

[Yuri keeps the curtain awkwardly wrapped around himself, eyes still wide with surprise even though he's already beginning to calm down.]

It's. It's fine. I know you didn't...

[He sighs and reaches for Otabek, gently guiding him towards the door.]

You're soaked. Get a towel, and I can get a change of clothes from Viktor for you as soon as I finsh here.

[Otabek doesn't open his eyes until Yuri reaches for him and then he makes sure to lock onto his face.]

It doesn't matter. [The wetness.] I'll talk to Yusuke while you finish.

[He turns towards the door and then stops. With a small smile, he glances back at Yuri.]

I will make this up to you, Yura.

[Yuri lets the curtain fall back into place once Otabek steps out of the shower, but he's still listening attentively, of course. And when Beka turns for the door, he leans out of the shower just far enough to snatch one of the towels off the rack and toss it across the other boy's shoulders.]

Dry off if you want to make it up to me! You didn't even try to look so it's—it's fine as long as you do that.

[Just an accident as far as Yuri was concerned. An extremely embarrassing accident (and strangely exciting, not that he'd admit to it right now).]

[Otabek tugs the towel around his shoulders and tries not to think of the brief glimpse of wet pale skin he'd caught before that shower curtain had cut off the view. Well, then his mind had helpfully supplied that he's not supposed to look and he'd covered his eyes. Unfortunately.]

I'll dry off and make it up to you.

[But he slips out of the bathroom without saying anything else, not wanting to overstay his welcome. He dries off and borrows some of Yusuke clothes.]

[Yuri finishes up in the shower and spends a little time upstairs straightening up his room, glancing in on Viktor, refilling Potya's food and water—generally just doing anything he can to burn off anxious energy before he finally makes his way downstairs.

It...sort of helps. He only looks a little bit like a startled cat when he comes downstairs, a little too wide-eyed and wary of his surroundings. Of course the look fades as soon as he catches sight of his boyfriends, and he lets out a little sigh of relief. He's still here in his own home, not transported back to the nightmare of a house they'd all been trapped in.

He scuffs a hand over his hair and manages to meet Otabek's eyes. He doesn't manage to avoid blushing brightly.]

Uh— So...thanks for coming.

[Otabek wants to smile at Yuri, to show that everything's alright, but he can't help but think that it isn't. Yusuke died and Yuri watched him. They'd been alone in the worst possible situation and he doesn't know how what he should do.

He lifts a hand, stretching it towards Yuri so he'll come to where he's sitting on the couch.]

You are beautiful when you blush, Yura. [He says the words in Russian, if only to make it slightly more modest.] Sit with us.

[Sit down and tell him what he should do to make this better.]

Yusuke told me what happened.

[His blush intensifies for a moment. Just long enough to bask in the complement before Otabek brings him back to earth with the reality of the situation. It's not hard to guess what Yusuke told the other skater, and it puts the uncomfortable twist right back in the pit of Yuri's stomach.

Wordlessly, he crosses the room to take Otabek's hand and tucks himself into the space beside the other boy on the couch.]

[Later, he'd spend more time making Yuri blush. When they weren't dealing with the situation that this world had sprung on them. He drapes his arm around Yuri's shoulders and pulls him close to his side, not leaving any room between them.]

Do you need to talk about it?

[He knew that grief and coping mechanisms were different for everybody, so he wanted to offer Yuri a choice as to what might make him feel better. It might not be immediate but Otabek had to do something, even if it were just sitting here.]

[Does he need to? Definitely. Does he want to? That's a more difficult question.

Yuri shrugs and presses himself to Otabek's side without complaint, eager to take comfort in the other boy's presence. It is soothing to have him here. Otabek is always such a calming, grounding force when he's around; it's hard not to feel more at ease just hearing the sound of his voice. But that question...]

I don't know. ...What is there to even say about it? It was fucking awful.