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The day for Otabek to come over for dinner had come. Yuri woke up feeling excited and nervous. Bekas coming Bekas coming Bekas coming , was the only thing that ran through his mind as he started his day.
And what a day it was. Starting with Yuuri badgering him to clean his room.
“Do you really want him to know you sleep with dirty week old underwear hanging not even 10 inches from your face?” Yuuri motioned towards his bed frame while scrunching his face.
Yuuri always knew what to say in order to get things done.
With a heavy sigh and dramatic eye roll, Yuri began cleaning his room out.
A few hours later, two overstuffed laundry hampers, a trash bag, and a very disgruntled Potya. Yuri emerged from his room, feeling proud at the work he’d done, knowing that his Mama would be proud.
The elated feeling didn’t last for long, as he caught a glimpse of himself in his mirror. His “messy bun” had truly turned into a messy bun, hanging low by his neck and off to the side. His face was sporting sheen that definitely wasn’t his radiating beauty as his mama said as he walked by.
As he was moving his hands up to his face to wipe it off, he caught a faint whiff of onion, no that couldn’t be right, it was a thick heavy smell something he would often smell after practice. Then it dawned on him, it was body odor. Gross, disgusting, total date cancelling body odor.
Yuri was grateful to have his own bathroom. He stripped down and stepped into the warm water, scrubbing himself raw. It was the only way to make sure he smelled like a normal human being.
As he was finishing with washing the conditioner from his hair, Yuri spotted his razor. He had only used it once just to see what all the fuss was about, after Mila came into practice one day telling everyone to feel her legs and talking about how weird it was to have her pants rub on them. During his break, Yuri had suck off to the were her bag was and stole one of her razors. He went straight to his room to shower and took it in with him. It was hard at first, finding the right amount of pressure to use. And it took forever. But as soon as he was done, his legs had briefly grazed each other. And he began to understand why Mila was excited over how they felt.
But his curiosity and excitement had gone to far. Looking down at the rest of his body, and seeing his tufts of hair, he figured if his legs felt like soft pillows, what would everything else feel like? And he got to work. Almost an hour and a half later Yuri emerged from his bathroom feeling like a new man or more accurately boy, seeing as he looked again like he did when he was eight. But that excitement wore off only days later as he began itch, all the time. At home, on the bus, in the store, and worst of all at practice. Everytime he thought he had a chance to relieve himself of his burning desire to rip his skin off. He would hear a snicker or whispers.
Finally fed up with all the ogling Yuuri yelled, “So what I’m a guy! And we need to re-adjust!”
Later on at home, Victor had gone into his room and said, “You know if you keep up with it everyday you wouldn’t need to re-adjust ” he left his son with his jaw hitting the ground and his face a red as a tomato.
Yuri shivered at the memory of having his papa know what he’d done and grateful that his mama was oblivious to those kinds of things, always telling him that he’s perfect the way he is and he shouldn’t feel like he has to change himself for any reason at all.
But what the heck, he a little older and wiser now. He could handle a little itch as long as he kept up with it. So yet again he got to work.
Feeling good about himself, Yuri returned to his room to get dressed. He wore his coolest and most flattering lounge clothes. Which consisted of black baggy sweatpants that cinched at his waist and ankles, dark grey long sleeved crew neck that could just barely be called a crop top. It was honestly his favorite top because it had a small patch on the top left hand side of a roaring tiger, and his old skool cheetah print vans. Yuri braided his hair into two dutch braids, pulling and tugging to make his hair look messy but cool and having loose strands frame his face. And last but not least, just a light coat of mascara to really make his eyes pop.
Yuri remembered the first time he and Beka met, Beka had told him he had the eyes of a soldier. So anytime the spoke face to face. Yuri would make sure he eyes always stood out. And he was thankful he took after Victor and had ridiculously long eyelashes.
He checked himself out in his floor length mirror, admiring what the sweatpants did for his backside. Skaters really do have the best butts .
Yuuri walked by to check on his son, catching him looking at himself. He knocked gently on the door, as to not spook the boy.
“Wow Yurio, you look really nice.”
“Thanks Mama, you thinks so? This isn’t too much right? I can change.” Yuri walked over to his closet and began rifling through his clothes muttering about longer sweaters and different colored pants.
“Yurio, no, hey Yuri!” Yuuri walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. Pulling him away from the closet to get his attention.
“Don’t worry about it love. You look just fine. I’m sure Otabek won’t care what your wearing. He’s not that type of person, right?” He asked knowingly.
“Yes mama, your right. I just want dinner to go well. I really like him mama. But I know papa is going to do something or say something to screw it up and then it won’t even matter if he says yes or no because Beka won’t want anything to do with me.” Yuri let out a huff as he sank onto his bed.
“Look I won’t let that happen. You father is dramatic and to be honest he’s just as nervous as you are. Your our baby and it’s just harder for him to accept that you won’t need us…. need him all the time.” Yuuri tucked a loose hair behind Yuri's ear and ran his hand down his cheek.
Yuri grabbed on to his mama hand and held it tight. “I know. And thanks for doing this for me.” He gave Yuuri a small smile.
“Anything for you love.” Yuuri pecked his for head and began heading out of his room. “Come down soon, Otabek should be here any minute now.”
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a bit.”
After a final check, Yuri made his way down. He found Victor sitting in the living room, nursing his drink while mindlessly watching the t.v. While Yuuri was checking on the food. Making sure everything was in order.
Yuri could feel his heart racing as he heard a knock on the door. He ran to open it, oh my god are my palms sweating?, he wiped his hands down the sides on his clothes and took a deep breath, think cool .
The door opened slowly, Yuri thought he heard a small gasp. Otabek smiled as he saw Yuri on the other side. Unable to contain himself, Yuri stepped forward and wrapped himself around Otabek.
What the hell am I doing? Damn he smells really good. Agh don’t be weird… Holy hell he has muscles, they’re so much bigger than mine. I’m sure he could lift me with no problem. We could be eye to eye, instead of eye to lip. Mhm he has nice lips. They’re probably warm and soft….. Probably feel nice…. On my…. Agh damn hormones. Freaking let go already.
It felt like forever that they were standing in the doorway. Only realizing it was mere seconds as Yuuri appeared behind his son clearing his throat.
“Well let him in Yurio, it’s cold out there.”
“Right.. Sorry. Come in.”
“You can take your shoes off and have a seat in the living room. Victor and I are going to set the table and we’ll give you a call.”
“Oh thank you.” Otabek held out his hand, passing along a small bag, with what looked like homemade baklava.
Damn he’s sooo cool!
“Oh thank you, you didn’t have too.”
“It’s not a problem. My mother said showing up empty handed to a home your hoping to frequent is illmanared.”
Both Yuris’ blushed at his straightforward statement.
“Beka, let’s go sit down.”
Yuri led Otabek over to the couch, introducing him to Potya and Makkachin, speaking animatedly about his love for cats, as Victor watched on from behind the kitchen wall.
“Vitya, look what he brought us. Baklava! Your favorite.” Yuuri’s grin spread from ear to ear.
First my son and now my husband. It must be those black holes in place of where his eyes should be.
“If your not going to go out there and great him, then come here and set the table. Stop being creepy and stop spying on them. They’re just talking.”
“But Yuuuuuri, look at how close they’re sitting. There are like five different places he could have chosen to sit. Ahh now he put his hand in Yuri’s lap!” squealed Victor.
“Victor! Enough. Potya is sitting in Yurios lap. Look.”
As they looked on, Otabek was picking up a content Potya from the younger boys lap.
“Mhm.. fine.. Let’s just get this dinner over with.” Victor grumble.
As the table was being set. Victore made it a point to have one place setting on each side of the table. It would be safe to assume Yuuri wasn’t amused by his ministrations.
Victor jumped a bit upon hearing his husband clearing his throat. He gave a sheepish smile and small shrug of his shoulder.
Yuuri just rolled his eyes and called for the younger boys while taking a seat.
Dinner started off quietly, besides the quiet scraping of utensils on plates.
Yuuri was the first to speak.
“So Otabek, Yurio tells us you DJ.. Have you been doing that for long?”
Otabek cleared his throat. “I picked it up when I was in secondary school. I try to focus on it whenever I have free time. But that isn’t often.”
“DJing.. Mhm.” Victor stated coldly. Yuuri shot him a warning glare. “That’s an interesting hobby.” He continued.
“Papa, Beka is amazing. He gets offers to play at different clubs and events.” Yuri stated proudly.
Otabek smiled while eating his dinner.
“Ha, clubs….. Did you hear that. Otabek frequents clubs, where there’s alcohol, dark corners, and people with no morals.” he stated while cocking his head to the side.
“Papa!”
“Sir, I understand your concerns. I don’t accept club offers often, when I do they’re ones that are close to home and I often have a family member accompanying me. I mostly get booked at outdoor events like festivals, carnivals, or birthday parties.”
“Thats ok Otabek. I think it’s great you’ve found something that you enjoy.”
Victor waved off his husbands statement. “Yes yes, that all wonderful. Do you go to school?”
“Not exactly. I take classes online do to skating and it’s ever changing schedule.”
“Ah so getting and education is not your priority… I see….”
“I was able to graduate school early and in the top ten of my year. I’m taking online courses through my local university, majoring in business and communication. Although I love DJing, I would much rather work much rather understand the ropes of what it takes to keep the industry relevant and successful. I know a big part is to have artist that appeal to wide audience, but if the label isn’t successful in putting the artist out there, then huge profit is lost.”
Ah shit he’s super mature.
“That’s mostly the reason I accept offers at clubs. More often than not there’s a manager or scout on site, and if they like what I do I take that a opportunity to build relationships.”
Victor deflated into his seat, as Yuri shot him a told you so stare.
“Wow otabek, that's amazing. I had no idea you were so invested in your future.”
Yuri beamed at his mama, appreciating the effort he was making.
“Mama,” Yuri began. “Beka also has a drivers license.”
Victor mumbled under his breather something resembling woopty doo just like everyone else . To his delight it seemed no one else heard him.
“What kind of car do you drive?” Victor asked.
“Well I don’t have a car, I ride a motorcycle that my father and I built.”
The sudden clash of utensils caught everyone's attention.
“WHAT! A MOTORCYCLE!” Victor screeched.
“Papa!” - “Victor!” both Yu(u)ri’s yelled simlultanisly.
Victor decided this was a great time to play deaf, and fully seated himself facing the now slightly terrified Kazh boy.
“And were you planning on traipsing around with my baby on your death trap?”
“Sir, I understand your concerns. I can assure you I’m a very responsible driver. I’ve never gotten a ticket or any other traffic violation…” He was cut off by Yuuri.
“Otabek, you don’t need to explain yourself.”
“But Yuuuuuri…” Victor whined.
“Not now Victor, we invited him over to get to know him better not to interrogate him,” Yuuri stated sturnly.
Victor slumped back into his chair with a sheepish noise escaping.
“Yurio..”
“Yes mama?”
“Why don’t you take Otabek upstairs and show him you room?”
“Ok.” he said looking between his parents as he and Otabek stood up and made their way upstairs.
Halfway upstairs Victor yelled for them to keep the door open.
Yuuri gave Victor a disapproving glare and began cleaning up the table.
“Yuuri.. Love.. please say something.” Victor pleaded.
Yuuri sighed, “Look Vitya, I get it. I also don’t like the idea of Yuri dating or riding on the back of motorcycles but none of this is Otabeks’ fault.”
Dishes clambered in the sink as Yuuri began rinsing them off and putting them in the dishwasher.
“Yuuri I know I know…”
“Then why are you treating him like he’s some immoral degenerate?”
“Love I’m sorry. This is all just happening really fast. I thought I’d have more time to..- I don’t know..- adjust? Accept? It feels like we just brought him home from the hospital and now he’s being whisked away by some tall, dark, handsome motorcyclist with an undercut.” The end of his statement came out with a choked sob.
Yuuri was by his side in an instant, cradling his husband in his arms. Trying to comfort him.
“I know love, and I feel the same way. But we have to find a better way to cope with these things. I don’t think attacking innocent teenagers is very healthy.” He said with a chuckle as he wiped a tear escaping his husbands eye.
Victor leaned into Yuuri’s touch and placed a kiss into his palm.
“Thank you for listening to me. I should go apologize to them.”
“Yes that’s a wonderful idea. But don’t leave just yet, I need some comforting too.”
Yuuri wiggled his eyebrows and shot him a knowing smirk. Giggling Victor placed a hand on Yuuri’s face and neck and pulled him into a deep but lazy kiss.