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Yuri was Otabek's best friend, beautiful with his creamy skin and sparkling eyes. He was passionate about everything he did, and Otabek couldn't help but fall in love with the boy. He fell hard and fast, his breath catching in his throat when Yuri would turn those emerald orbs towards him. When Yuri would flash him a dazzling smile that only a few people had the privelege of ever seeing.
He wanted Yuri to know that he loved him, but he was afraid that their friendship would falter, he was afraid that if he said anything, Yuri would never want to speak to him again.
It was a chilly evening, the leaves were gold and the wind plucked them from their branches. The delicious earthy smells that were undeniably Autumn were drifting through the open window. Yuri was sprawled across the floor of Otabek's room, relishing in the feel of the cool air blowing tendrils of hair across his face.
Otabek was sorting through his records, his hands trembling. He'd told Yuri that he wanted to play a song for him, that the song reminded him of Yuri. The blonde had stared at him with wide eyes, but then he had laughed. His laugh was melodious, tickling Otabek's ears with its delightful tinkling. Yuri was beautiful, he wanted Yuri to know that he was beautiful.
Otabek finally found the record he was searching for, pulling it from the sleeve to set it on his record player. It was old, the wood polish on it had faded. It had been his father's, and his father's before that, and it was one of his most prized posessions. Yuri had teased him for still owning a record player because it's 2017, Beka.
Carefully, Otabek set the record in place, turning to watch Yuri's expression when the music faded in. Frank Sinatra was one of Otabek's favorite musicians, he was a big fan of Jazz. He knew Yuri wasn't much of an older music fan, but he wanted the blonde to understand. He wanted to reach into Yuri and make him understand how he felt, and the only way he knew how was with music.
Some day, when I'm awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight
Yuri's eyes flitted to look up at the darker haired boy, wide and full of wonder. They were like a question, shining emerald up at him. Otabek just stared back, a small smile dancing across his lips.
Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight
They had been at the skating rink earlier that day, Yuri dressed head to toe in his costume for his next big performance. It had caused Otabek's heart to seize, his lungs feeling as though the air had been punched from them. Yuri was angelic, flitting around the ice as his costume twinkled in the light. He was ethereal, he was absolutely gorgeous. And there he was, sprawled across Otabek's carpet, still dressed in his costume that made Otabek's heart beat far too fast.
With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin' my fear apart
And that laugh..wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
They were just staring at each other now, Yuri's features slowly softening as a look of realization crossed his face. It was good, Otabek's heart was warming at the sight of Yuri finally understanding what he couldn't put into words himself.
Lovely ... Never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight
Yuri sat up, his green eyes still fixated on brown. Otabek stared back at him intently, a smile still tugging at his lips. Yuri looked shy, he never looked shy. His hair was blowing across his face, his eyes shining in the last bits of sun that was glowing through the window. Otabek reached out for him, his hand hesitantly touching Yuri's face. The blonde smiled, only ever so slightly, his face tilting to push into Otabek's hand.
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose
It touches my foolish heart
Lovely ... Don't you ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you
a-just the way you look tonight
Yuri's hand touched Otabek's, and his face turned, thin fingers grasping for Otabek's. His lips kissed Otabek's palm, almost searing the skin with its tenderness. Otabek's heart melted and he reached out for Yuri, pulling him closer. His eyes were searching Yuri's, searching for answers to his unspoken question.
Yuri just leaned forward, his eyes fluttering shut. His eyelashes splayed across his cheekbones beautifully, and Otabek brushed stray strands of golden hair from his face before he leaned in, his lips capturing Yuri's in a sweet kiss. Yuri opened his mouth in response, and they kissed one another with abandon, as if the other's mouth was the last source of water in the desert.
Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm,
Just the way you look tonight
When they pulled apart, Yuri's eyes were twinkling with delight, Otabek's fingers still cupping his cheek. Otabek leaned forward, his forehead pressed against Yuri's.
"I love you, Yura, I always have." He said quietly, his breath ghosting across Yuri's lips. Yuri didn't answer just yet, leaning in to catch his lips in another kiss.
"I love you too, Beka," He whispered against Otabek's lips, a smile playing on his lips. "It's about time you made a move."