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When the morning comes, it takes Yuri a minute to remember what happened. Someone’s laid a blanket over him during the night and he manages to sit up quickly, despite his aching muscles. The room’s still a mess from when Victor and Otabek burst in the night before, and Yuri sees damage on the doorframe as well.
Oh god, Beka…
Yuri grimaces when he remembers the events of the night before, feeling equal parts embarrassed and grateful, especially for how Yuuri looked out for him. He turns, half-expecting to see the other omega in the room, but he’s alone.
Shifting on the bed with a groan, Yuri figures the best thing to do is to take a shower and get dressed before he faces the music. Under the warm spray of the shower, he tries not to let his thoughts get away from him, wanting nothing more than to curl in on himself when he remembers how needy and whiny he had been last night.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, leaning back against the shower wall, rubbing his forehead and trying to get control of his thoughts.
Yuri’s always thought of omegas as weak, vulnerable, and truthfully, not something he ever wanted to become. Now that he’s presented, all the thoughts and judgements have come to the forefront of his mind, and he knows that he has to deal with them. However, after Yuuri’s strong, protective display last night, he knows that he’s been wrong, and being an omega might not be the worst thing after all.
Especially if Otabek’s an alpha...
When his shower’s over, Yuri gets dressed in his favorite leopard print-sleeved hoodie and track pants, wanting to feel covered and comfortable. With a sigh and a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach, he opens the door, jaw dropping at the sight in front of him.
The apartment looks like it’s been robbed; chairs and plants knocked over, and the tv shattered and off it’s stand. Otabek is on the ground helping Victor pick up some of the debris, both looking worse for wear and in Otabek’s case, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, I’ll pay for it, I swear-” Otabek stammers as he holds open a trash bag for Victor to carefully dump in some broken glass.
“It’s really alright, it wasn’t all your fault,” Victor says with a sigh, “It’s happened to all of us at some point during a rut.”
“But I’m a guest, Victor, you have to let me pay for it.”
“Oh, just hush and hold the bag open.”
“Holy shit,” Yuri interrupts, looking at the total devastation around him, “What the fuck were you two idiots doing last night?”
There’s a silence in the room after his statement, Otabek blushing hard when he hears Yuri’s voice.
“Y-Yura,” he stammers, “Um, how are you feeling? We, uh, Victor and I just-”
“They were being idiots,” Yuuri calls from the kitchen, coming out wearing an apron and holding a spatula against his hip, “Fighting through a rut at your age, Victor, I swear.”
“Sorry, lyubov moya,” Victor murmurs, looking appropriately sheepish, “We’ll clean it all up, I promise.”
“I’m sorry,” Otabek stammes again before being shushed by Yuuri. He looks up at Yuri, catching his eye and blushing hard again before he looks away.
Yuri sighs, uncomfortable, but also wanting some private time with Otabek to talk through what’s happened.
“Beka, can we talk?” he blurts out tactlessly, blushing himself when he realizes how he sounds, “Um, in the guest room?”
Otabek nods, “Uh, sure. Victor, do you mind?”
“Of course not,” Victor smiles, “I’ll keep finishing this, right, Yuuri dear?”
Yuri doesn’t wait to hear Yuuri’s response, instead turning to head into the room before he loses his confidence completely. Once inside, he sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at his shirtsleeve and waiting for Otabek to come in and say something.
“Yura,” Otabek mumbles, “Um, are you okay?”
Yuri shrugs, still lacking the courage to look at him. “I’m okay. Katsudon, uh, helped last night.”
Otabek sits next to him, looking just as embarrassed as Yuri, “Yeah. He, um...he’s a good guy.”
Yuri hates how awkward this feels, but the omega part of him is also feeling very satisfied at sitting so close to an alpha. His heat is over, but he still feels the effects, and before he can think too much about it, he rests his head on Otabek’s shoulder.
Otabek tenses for a moment, but he relaxes quickly, sliding a comforting arm around Yuri’s waist. Feeling satisfied and happy at the touch, Yuri sighs and snuggles a little closer, embarrassingly starting to purr.
“Purring, huh?” Otabek teases lightly, holding Yuri closer, “Yura...how do you feel about all this?”
Poor Otabek sounds unsure and nervous, and Yuri wants to reassure him, despite feeling embarrassed and a little unsure himself.
“I feel…” he starts, face red, “I feel like I want to be close to you. All the time. Is that...do you think that’s just our heat, or...what?”
Otabek shrugs, blushing as well. “I mean, I always want to be close to you. Before we presented. Now it just feels...more.”
“You did?” Yuri asks with surprise, heart beating hard, “Like...for real?”
“Yeah,” Otabek nods, looking at Yuri with a soft smile, “Now I just have that same feeling, but...like I really want to...be closer to you.”
Yuri blushes hard, feeling like a young teenager again with his first crush. “Yeah, well, I want that too. You could have stayed last night, if you wanted. I wouldn’t have minded. Better than you and Victor beating the shit out of each other.”
Otabek laughs, rubbing at one of the small cuts in his face. “Yeah, I wanted to stay with you, too. But...I think they were right, to separate us. I don’t want the first time we kiss, or...anything...to just be because of a rut or a heat.”
Yuri’s heart hammers hard as Otabek talks, hyper aware of the arm around his waist. He sits up, looking at Otabek and trying to find his words.
“The...first time?” he asks softly, “You...really wanted to kiss me before last night?”
“Of course I did,” Otabek murmurs, blushing again, “Didn’t you know?”
Yuri smiles, a real smile, and leans in to press his head against Otabek’s, inhaling his comforting scent.
“Well, then,” he grins, “What are you gonna do about that, Altin?”
Otabek smiles back, leaning in and pressing their lips together for real. Yuri gasps into the kiss, shifting so that he’s cupping Otabek’s face, hardly able to believe that this is actually happening. They kiss for a little while longer before pulling apart with smiles.
“Did we actually just kiss?” Yuri laughs, squeezing Otabek’s hand, “I’ve wanted to do that for ages.”
“Yura,” Otabek responds, stroking his cheek, “You’re so beautiful.”
Yuri looks at him, stomach flipping as Otabek touches him. He leans in to kiss him again, forgetting everything that happened the night before. The kisses are soft and gentle, and Yuri feels relaxed and happy with how right it feels to be kissing his best friend like this.
“Boys, breakfast!” a knock on the door startles them apart as Victor’s voice cuts through, “Yuuri made pancakes!”
“Coming!” Yuri calls, turning back to Otabek with a smile, leaning in for another small kiss before standing up and walking to the door.
“Well, you coming, or what?” he asks Otabek, holding out his hand.
Otabek stands up, walking over to rest a hand on the door before leaning down to kiss Yuri deeply. Once they’ve kissed long enough for both of them to be a little dizzy, Otabek pulls back with a smile.
“Yura, you know I’ll follow you anywhere.”