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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Otabek_Altin_&_Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Otabek_Altin, Yuri_Plisetsky, Nikolai_Plisetsky, Lilia_Baranovskaya,
      Yakov_Feltsman, Minami_Kenjirou, Jean-Jacques_Leroy, Emil_Nekola, Ji
      Guang-Hong, Katsuki_Yuuri, Victor_Nikiforov, Christophe_Giacometti,
      Phichit_Chulanont, Michele_Crispino, Lee_Seung_Gil, Georgi_Popovich, Leo
      de_la_Iglesia
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      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_Normal_High
      School, High_School, Ice_Skating, Childhood_Friends, Childhood_Memories,
      Friendship, Best_Friends, Friends_With_Benefits, Friends_to_Lovers,
      Friendship/Love, Male_Friendship, Alternate_Universe_-_Childhood_Friends,
      Developing_Friendships, Secrets, Family_Secrets, Underage_Sex, Underage
      Smoking, Underage_Drug_Use, Underage_Drinking, Underage_Kissing, Russia,
      Kazakhstan, Ballet, Major_Character_Injury, Major_Original_Character(s),
      Major_Illness, Major_Character(s), Character_Death, Death, Cold, Cold
      Weather, Hoodies, Yuri, Yuri_Plisetsky_is_a_Brat, Inspired_by_Yuri!!!_on
      Ice, Eventual_Otabek_Altin/Yuri_Plisetsky, Mental_Health_Issues, Mental
      Breakdown, Depression, References_to_Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety
      Attacks, Crushes, Awkward_Crush, First_Crush, Teen_Crush, Gay_Male
      Character, Male_Homosexuality, Bisexual_Male_Character, Platonic_Male/
      Male_Relationships, Locker_Room, Skating, Insecure_Yuri_Plisetsky, Yuri
      Plisetsky_Swears, Otabek_Altin_&_Yuri_Plisetsky_Are_Best_Friends,
      Protective_Otabek_Altin, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Shameless_Smut, My_First
      Smut, Angst_and_Fluff_and_Smut, Hand_Jobs, Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Rough
      Sex, Gay_Sex, Drunk_Sex, Wall_Sex, Car_Sex, Shower_Sex, Moaning, Gay,
      First_Time, First_Kiss, First_Dates, First_Love, Alternate_Universe_-
      Different_First_Meeting, Loss_of_Virginity, Virginity, Porn, Porn_With
      Plot, BDSM, Light_BDSM, Masochism, Sadism, Dom/sub, Light_Dom/sub, Dom/
      sub_Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-26 Updated: 2017-09-27 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2793
****** The Benefits of a Friend... ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Yuri Plisetsky and Otabek Altin have known each other for the past
     ten years. They've always skated together, gone to school together,
     and now they're applying for the same university. They even moved to
     the USA at the same time for an Ice Skating program. But how long
     will it take the two of these clueless men until they realize that
     there's more to it than just being childhood friends?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Forbidding Scars *****
Yuri was never one to overthink things. He was a pretty carefree, laidback
person. He just liked figure skating, and that was all there was to it.

He’s a sophomore in high school, although his grades weren’t his biggest
concern. It was the senior who he’s had his eye on since elementary school.
Yuri has known Otabek since he was in preschool, and the tall brunette was in
1st grade. The two of them went to the same elementary, middle, and high
school. Now Yuri has discovered that they’re going to wind up going to the same
university as well. Though he won’t have to see him until he’s a freshmen, it
still worries him.

The russian knew that there was no way they would ever date. Otabek was way out
of his league; he’s hot, he gets all the girls, his hair is always done
perfectly, he’s well-built, dammit he’s eighteen! He’s overage! But age is just
a number, right?

Yuri being lost in his thoughts, the bell finally rang for school to get out.
It was about time, he was so ready to finally get out of that place. He packed
his things into his backpack, grabbed his phone and walked across the school to
his locker. He wasn’t hard to spot because no one ever misses the short
teenager with a thick accent, so he got his fair share of  hello’s  in the
hallways. He was pretty well-known, actually. He just didn’t like to admit it.

He put in the combination and opened his locker, and realized that he left his
jacket at home. It’s 39 degrees outside, there’s no way he can walk home in
this weather.

It’s okay, I’ll text my grandpa and ask him for a ride…

Yuri [3:05 PM] grandpa? can you come pick me up from school? i forgot my
jacket…
Nikolai [3:07 PM] Sorry kid, I’ve got work until 4:00 tonight. Try one of your
friends perhaps?

Great.

He closes his locker to find all of his friends gone. Yulia, JJ, Minami, Guang-
Hong, Emil, Leo; they all have already left. Why did Minami leave so early!?
He’s always here late staring at Katsuki--the principal--so why must he leave
early today of all days?

Well, now what am I supposed to do? I can’t walk fifteen minutes in this
weather, and I can’t find a ride. I guess I’ll just hang out until 4:00...

He made his way into the cafeteria where he saw other kids who were waiting for
their rides as well. He set his stuff down at a table, and sighed as he plugged
in his headphones to pass time. While spacing out, he saw a large shadow appear
next to him. No, it was multiple shadows at this point. He looks up to see
Otabek and a few of his friends walking past him, too lost in their
conversation to say hello. Yuri was about to say hi until his phone started
buzzing from his snapchat streaks. He jumped in his seat a little bit as his
phone buzzed a couple of times, and then looked back to see the hot senior
exiting the cafeteria. He groaned and put his head down in frustration, why
does he have such bad luck? He has skating practice in two hours!

Otabek goes to the same rink as me. Maybe I could ask him for a ride-

Yuri snapped out of his thoughts, realizing that it was a silly idea to ask for
a ride from someone he had a crush on. Time going by slower, he pulled out his
math binder and started working on his packets for Algebra 2. Halfway through
one of his problems, the cafeteria door opened and Otabek was back, but this
time with none of his friends. Then the russian looked around the cafeteria to
see everyone gone. He checked the time on his phone: 4:25 PM

I have to be at the rink by 5:00! How am I possibly going to make it without
being late!? Grandpa needs to get here  now.

Now panicking, he tried to focus on the math problem, but was too distracted by
his racing thoughts. Grandpa wasn’t answering, what was he supposed to do? He
can’t find a ride, and now he’s gonna be late, and if he’s late he can’t
qualify for competition, and-

“What are you still doing here, Plisetsky?” Interrupting his thoughts, he looks
up to see Otabek standing right in front of him, now sitting in the chair
across from his own. He didn’t answer at first because he was taken aback from
the sudden kazakh accent he was so deeply in love with.

“I-I, um, I just can’t find a ride home,” he replies nervously.

“Well that’s not good. You have to be at the rink by 5:00, and last time I
checked, it’s 4:30.”

4;30!? Holy shit I’m fucked!

“Oh, fuck you’re right. I think I can walk-”

“It’s far too cold for you to walk, we both know you would’ve walked home by
now if you had your jacket with you.”

“In my defense, it was warmer this morning. I didn’t think I’d need it.”

“You do realize that you have this app on your phone that tells you that shit
in advance, right?”

“What really!?” Otabek responded with a chuckle as Yuri glared at him.

“I’m about to head down there right now, you can borrow one of the rink’s
skates and I can give you a ride,” the kazakh suggested.

“No, I don’t want to cause you any trouble, you already have to drive yourself
and-”

“No,” he grabs Yuri’s arm and hoists him out of his seat, “I insist. It’s the
least I could do, really. Pack up your things and we can go.”

“O-okay…” Yuri then hesitantly put his math binder back in his bag, and
followed the taller of the two.

               ________________________________________________

They took a step outside and Yuri shuddered at the sudden feeling of the cold
wind hitting his bare arms.

“I have an extra jacket in my car if you wanna borrow it,” Otabek suddenly
said.

“Yes, I would appreciate that.”

They approached the older man’s car; a black honda. Pretty decent car, really.
The doors unlocked as the men put their bags into the trunk of the car. As soon
as Yuri sat in the passenger seat, he reached behind him and quickly found the
jacket that Otabek said he could wear. He grabbed it, and in one quick motion
pulled it over his head onto his body, and stuffed his hands in the pocket.
Otabek got into the car and started it, turning on the heat right away. They
buckled their seatbelts and Yuri let out a relieved sigh, finally getting
warmed up.

“I don’t have an AUX cord, so you’re the DJ. Play whatever you’d like.”

Yuri flipped through the stations as the car moved out of its parking spot and
started making it’s why out of the parking lot. Yuri found the pop station, and
decided that was the safest choice. They started driving down the road in
awkward silence until Otabek broke it.

“So, how have you been lately? We barely ever talk outside of the rink.”

“I’ve been good,” Yuri fibbed, “nothing much going on, honestly. How about
you?”

“You’re lying.”

Dammit.

“N-no I’m not-”

“You’re doing that thing you do when you lie, where you draw circles on your
thigh,” to which the russian realized he was doing and quickly put his hand
back in the hoodie pocket.

“Well, you never answered my question. How have you been, Altin?”

“I’ve been… okay,” Otabek sighed, “nothing worth talking about. You on the
other hand seem to have some weight on your shoulders.”

Fuck. We’ve always been able to see right through each other. We’ve known each
other for ten years, so I guess I should’ve expected him to be able to tell
something was up. But what he doesn’t know is I can tell when he lies, too.

“You did that thing you do when you lie, where you bite the skin on your lip,
as you said ‘nothing worth talking about,’ so as selfless as you are, it’s not
going to work on me,” Yuri shot back.

“You always surprise me,” Otabek chuckled nervously, “it’s really not that big
of a deal…”

Yuri opened his mouth to speak, but then they pulled into the parking lot of
the arena.

“Do you mind if I wear this for practice?”

“Go for it,” with that they both exited the car and walked into the arena.

               ________________________________________________

Halfway through practice, Otabek’s mood dropped from 100 to 0 really quickly.
He just started acting so off and frustrated, and Yuri already knew something
was up, he just didn’t know what.

Yuri saw his phone buzzing near his stuff, so he skated over to put on his
rockers, and checked his phone. He read the text sent to him from Lilia:

Lilia [6:10 PM] Please call me when you have the chance.

Yuri excused himself from practice, mouthing “one second” to Yakov as he left
the rink. He sat on the benches in the locker room and called his personal
coach

“Hello?”  Lilia answered.
“You said to call you. What’s going on?”
“Yuri, I sincerely regret what I’m about to tell you.”
“Lilia, what’s going on…?”
Lilia told Yuri something that would scar him for life. After she was finished
telling him the important news the russian hung up, dropped his phone, and
sobbed into his hands.

A door opened to the locker room, to which a kazakh accent calmy said, “what’s
wrong?”
***** Drunk Beginning *****
Chapter Summary
     After Yuri received a devastating phone call from his coach, Otabek
     decides to help comfort him... but just how comfortable will these
     two skaters get?
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Lilia told Yuri something that would scar him for life. After she was finished
telling him the important news the russian hung up, dropped his phone, and
sobbed into his hands.
 
A door opened to the locker room, to which a kazakh accent calmy said, “what’s
wrong?”
 
Yuri quickly rubbed the tears from his face and looked up with bloodshot eyes.
The russian smiled, unconvincingly trying to act okay. He opened his mouth to
speak, but immediately felt his eyes water up again. Otabek quickly knelt down
in front of him, and looked at him with concern written all over his face.
 
“Yuri, tell me what’s going on…”
 
The blonde man tried to form coherent sentences, but could only manage to get
out, “my… Grandpa… H-he…”
 
Otabek quickly took Yuri’s hands and hugged the boy tight. He hugged him so
tight, he never felt so secure before. Yuri started sobbing into the kazakh
man’s shirt, just allowing himself to get it all out for a second. It just felt
like for the first time in awhile, someone actually cared about him as a person
and not as a skater.
 
“How about we drive over to my place? You can hangout for a bit if you’d like,”
to which Yuri nodded and stood up shakily.
 
“You don’t have to if it would be too much trouble-”
 
“No. My parents are out of town for the next few days, so we can honestly just
screw around.”
 
Yuri nodded, smiled at his childhood friend. The two men tooks of their skates,
put on their street shoes, and made their way outside into the familiar black
honda.
 
               ________________________________________________
 
The car ride felt like an eternity, even though it was only ten minutes. The
ride was silent, dark, and pop music played loudly in the background of it all.
Every few traffic signals, Otabek would look over to see the same thing each
time: a broken russian staring out the window, completely lost in his own
thoughts.
 
“We’re here,” Otabek said, interrupting Yuri’s thoughts. Yuri jumped a little
bit, but then nodded and slowly exited the car, going to the front door of his
friend’s house. The house was one story, but it was rather wide. Red bricks
extending across the exterior, a white door with a glass circle in the middle,
and a gold doorknob. Otabek took out his keys to unlock the door, and invited
Yuri inside.
 
“Take off your shoes at the front.”
 
“Sure.” The two of them took of their shoes at the little stone-tiled flooring
in front of the living room. The house looked so clean, the wood revealed their
reflections, and it smelt like glass cleaner and bleach.
 
“Feel free to connect your phone to the bluetooth, you can play whatever music
you’d like.”
 
Yuri went back to the pop station, for it was a safe bet that most people would
like pop music.  Attention  by Charlie Puth started playing, and the two made
their way into the kitchen to grab a snack. They ended up popping a pizza in
the oven as Otabek grabbed a bottle of Vodka from the fridge.
 
“My parents won’t notice that any of it’s gone, you can have a few shots if you
feel like it.” The skaters got two shot glasses, and each took a shot of vodka.
 
Then another.
 
Then another…
 
Then another…………..
 
Then one more.
 
It was clear after half an hour that they were both complete lightweights. Yuri
more than Otabek, but they were both over their asses. Otabek attempted to get
the pizza out of the oven, moreover dropping it on the floor and having to
discard of it.
 
The two sat on the couches in the living room, jokingly singing along to
Despacito.  Halfway through the song, Yuri leaned over too much falling into
Otabek’s lap. The two stare at eachother for a second, then start cracking up
as Yuri sat up and scooched closer to the older one of the two. Otabek reaches
over for his phone, only to  inadvertently touch Yuri’s ribs, causing him to
laugh.
 
“I didn’t know you were ticklish, fairy,” Otabek teasingly said as he pinned
Yuri down and tickled the life out of him. Yuri was cracking up, but so was
Otabek out of pure amusement. They stopped and slowly calmed down, Otabek still
on top of Yuri. The two staring at each other with intense stares.
 
Yuri opened his mouth to say something, until Otabek quickly moved closer, his
lips hovering above Yuri’s. He gave the russian a few seconds to protest, but
when he heard no complaints he closed the gap between the two. Unresponsive at
first, the russian eventually melted into the kiss, molding his lips against
the older man’s. Then they kissed again, then twice more, then thrice more; It
started slow and gentle, but then their kisses grew more intense and wanting.
Yuri felt confident, pressing his tongue against the closed lips of who he was
kissing. Otabek opened his mouth, allowing Yuri to slide in his tongue from
underneath him.
 
Otabek moved his tongue in rhythm with Yuri’s, creating a melody that only the
two of them understood. Otabek slowly ran his hands along Yuri’s torso,
underneath his shirt causing the russian to shiver from the cold hands of the
man on top of him. Otabek ran his thumbs over the blonde’s nipples, causing him
to squirm underneath him from the sudden sensation. Otabek then moved his head
down and proceeded to suck on one of the nipples, whilst rolling the other in
between his fingers. Yuri had to firmly shut his mouth to keep the embarrassing
noises from escaping his throat.
 
Otabek went back to kissing the life out of the younger man, grinding into him
furthermore allowing the entire experience to transpire itself. Yuri parted his
mouth in pleasure, earning a satisfied smirk from Otabek. Otabek started
grinding faster, causing both of their pants to feel abnormally tight. Otabek
removed Yuri’s shirt fully in one swift motion, subsequently removing his own.
The two of them took a second to assimilate each other's bare chests.
 
“I didn’t know someone as small as yourself could have such a nice figure,” the
taller man said.
 
Yuri sighed angrily and pulled Otabek’s head back down to relentlessly kiss
him. Suddenly he felt his pants unbutton, and his cock was freed from the tight
space. Otabek started pumping the russian’s cock, prompting his ignominious
pants escape his mouth. Otabek then undid his own pants, stroking himself with
his free hand. Kisses becoming sloppy, and hand movements becoming jerky, the
two of them started feeling a heat pool in their stomachs.
 
Yuri came first, seeing stars dance across his vision as he let out a grunt,
then followed by Otabek, covering both of their hands. Both men panting harshly
calming down from their highs, Yuri was already sound asleep underneath the
dominant man. Otabek slowly slid to his side and cradled the blonde in his
arms, falling asleep seconds later.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you so much for reading! There may or may not be some emotional
     shit in the next chapter, so stay tuned :D
     Make sure to leave kudos! <3
End Notes
     Thank you for reading! There will hopefully be a new chapter every
     week or two, so stay tuned and bookmark if you wanna read more.
     I promise to all you fangirls out there: there will be smut soon c;
     Just be patient, children :3
     Make sure to leave kudos! <3
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