( The touch to his hair is a surprise. Yuri stays very still as Otabek gentles his hair away from his face, his heart beat scattering throughout his body to pound in his throat, his stomach, the base of his back. Just when he thinks he might be on the verge of literally fucking shivering -
If you're tired, I can go.
Yuri exhales heavily. He doesn't answer right away. Oblivious to Otabek's scattered thoughts, the boy considers the proffered cup for a moment before leaning in to catch the end of the straw between his lips. He doesn't look up again; some unconscious part of him is vaguely aware that such a gesture would be far too intimate, and he keeps his lashes low as he sucks down the remaining gulp of the shake. )
... Gross. You have shitty taste, Beka.
( Now, he looks up at him. Those jewel-green eyes are perhaps a little softer than Otabek is used to, changed by feelings he doesn't quite understand as he responds to the imperceptible hum between them. There are questions there. Things he doesn't know how to ask. He is inexperienced; when he's at the bar with the others it makes him huffy and sulky, but alone with Otabek ...
It's different.
Yuri shifts up to his knees and sits on his ankles, still looking at his friend. )
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( The touch to his hair is a surprise. Yuri stays very still as Otabek gentles his hair away from his face, his heart beat scattering throughout his body to pound in his throat, his stomach, the base of his back. Just when he thinks he might be on the verge of literally fucking shivering -
If you're tired, I can go.
Yuri exhales heavily. He doesn't answer right away. Oblivious to Otabek's scattered thoughts, the boy considers the proffered cup for a moment before leaning in to catch the end of the straw between his lips. He doesn't look up again; some unconscious part of him is vaguely aware that such a gesture would be far too intimate, and he keeps his lashes low as he sucks down the remaining gulp of the shake. )
... Gross. You have shitty taste, Beka.
( Now, he looks up at him. Those jewel-green eyes are perhaps a little softer than Otabek is used to, changed by feelings he doesn't quite understand as he responds to the imperceptible hum between them. There are questions there. Things he doesn't know how to ask. He is inexperienced; when he's at the bar with the others it makes him huffy and sulky, but alone with Otabek ...
It's different.
Yuri shifts up to his knees and sits on his ankles, still looking at his friend. )
I don't want you to go.
( He glances back at the screen. )
Just - stay until it's over, okay?