Titolo: close enough, but too far
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Personaggi: Otabek/Yuri
Genere: erotico, fluff
Avvertimenti: pwp, future fic, in inglese
Parole: 830
Note: COW-T, M3, prompt "estate"

“Beka~”
Otabek learnt how to distinguish the tones of Yuri’s voice early on in their relationship. And he can safely state that this specific voice belongs to an aching need to touch, it’s sadness echoing, the sound of which morphs into a cheeky suggestion. All in one word.
“What?” He replies, looking at his boyfriend through his computer. Of course, he already guessed Yuri’s intentions, but sometimes he’d rather take time. This whole talking only through the internet and being intimate only with a screen separating them, it’s definitely odd.
“I’m bored, Beka.”
It’s summer, and in Europe it must be easy to grow weary of the weather, to grow tired and bored and lazy, especially for someone so used to cold temperatures. Even though Yuri is always the contrary of lethargic. That hasn’t changed since the days before he won the Barcelona Grand Prix.
But he never saw Yuri’s pleasured face through his computer. He never got the thrilled frustration of wanting to touch him and not being able to. And he misses the guy as well.

Yuri shouldn’t look so good, on top of being so talented on the ice. Otabek followed all of his competitions, cheering for him and smiling whenever Yuri would win - which keeps happening at increasing rates and frankly, if that’s not pride flaming up in his chest, then he doesn’t know what it is. That’s his boyfriend, giving everyone the impression that he flies whenever he nails a quadruple loop. That’s his boyfriend, drawing harmonies on the ice. And that’s his boyfriend, now, sliding his fingers up and down his own sex, with his teeth trapping his lip and hungry eyes daring Otabek to do the same. No trace of a blush, no visible embarrassment. It’s like he’s used to this, or maybe he’s too proud to show discomfort. Maybe it’s just that he’s familiar with the eyes looking at him and he knows, he knows that they love what can’t be seen as well.
So Otabek’s hand slides down to his pants, cupping the swelling between his legs, massaging it, and shivering with the burning waves of heat that start spreading all over his body and painting his cheeks a bright red.
“Beka, close your eyes,” Yuri mutters, with his own drooping as his mind starts floating. “I want you to imagine that... I’m there.”
Otabek shivers again, flushing even more, but then he nods, with his eyelids closing. Immediately, the image of Yuri appears before him, as he slides down around him, slowly and with a wide array of uncomfortable yet aroused expressions appearing on his face, while his long hair flow straight down covering his eyes and his young man’s sinuous body moves in waves and it’s so real. Even though it’s not, it feels as if Yuri’s thighs are clenching around Otabek’s waist and thighs, as if he could sense Yuri’s weigh on top of him.
“Y-Yura–” he murmurs, beginning to pant harder as his hand moves faster around him.
And on the other side, Yuri drinks in the sight of his man’s pleasure like he’d been dehydrated for days, while his fist pumps faster and faster as well around himself, and throaty moans come out of his lips like encouragement, encouragement for Otabek to get there too, at the peak, to the top of the world even if just for a moment.
If only they could hold each other’s hand and feel each other’s shivers and breathe in each other’s mouths. But when Otabek opens his eyes, panting with fatigue and moaning with his fingers still brushing his own sensitive skin, he looks over at Yuri on his screen, and smiles regardless, tired.
“I miss you, Beka,” Yuri finally admits, between a heavy pant and another.
Otabek nods, throwing his head back and sighing as his heart clenches a little.
“Yeah. Me too. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
Yuri moves his blond strands away from his face, with a long puff, and nods lightly with his eyebrows creasing, deep in thought.
“We could organize something. I’d be happy just seeing you for a weekend, or something...”
“That sounds good to me,” Otabek replies, touching around for a tissue. He kind of made a mess.
“Okay. I’ll look up my calendar and text you, yeah?” Yuri says, with his eyes brightening. Otabek’s the only person who manages to light him up, now that dedushka is gone.
“That’s fine by me, Yura,” he replies, slowing his breathing down. “Let’s hang out, too.”
“Yeah. We could go to the movies.”
“Done deal,” Otabek hums, with a lazy smile. “I can’t wait, Yura.”
“Shut up,” Yuri instantly snaps back, flushing furiously with how sweet Otabek’s voice sounded. “You’re disgusting.”
Otabek chuckles, with a nod.
“I’ll see you, Yura,” he concludes, before closing the conversation and occupying himself with the cleanup.
Yuri stares at the Skype window for a while, biting his lip, before pressing a hand on his grudgingly longing heart.