Catchall (for tigerprint)

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Fun thread-times with tigerprint

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[tigerprint]

Yuri's life is a fucking mess. He's sleeping with one of his closest friends (and may Viktor never hear himself referred to as such), his apartment looks like a five car wreck, his cat has taken to shredding his lingerie when she wants attention, and his kettle broke yesterday morning so he's having to boil water for tea on the hob. The icing on the fucking cake? Otabek has finally asked him out on a date - Otabek, who he really likes - but after a thorough demolition of his wardrobe he's realizing that he's got nothing to fucking wear.

... Alright, so perhaps that's not strictly true. Yuri owns more clothes, shoes, bags and accessories than anyone he knows, and sometimes the sheer size of his wardrobe can get a little overwhelming. His hair is fine - loose, with a single braid pulling his bands away from his left temple - and he's only wearing a little make-up, having settled on mascara with upper-lid wing-tips and a bit of clear clear gloss. Wet-look black leggings, check. High-heeled black ankle-boots, check. It's really just the top that is giving him so much grief.

So far he's narrowed it down to three choices: tiger-print tank, a black off-the-shoulder top that clings in all the right places, or a little mesh crop-top that he could wear with his studded leather jacket. Yuri is holding the black top up to himself when he hears the knock on the door; he pulls it on with a muttered cuss, rolls his eyes at Anya, and begins picking his way across his flat to yell at his caller. If this is Viktor showing up uninvited again -

"... Otabek?"

Fuck. How much fucking time did he waste trying to pick a top?

"Come in, I - um. I just have a few more things to do, okay?"

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Otabek nods and steps inside. "I'm a little early," he said. His expression was as even as it always seemed to be. Although the tone he had seemed apologetic. He hadn't meant to disrupt Yuri's time getting ready. He was sure, whatever the other opted to wear for the day, would look good on him. Yuri seemed to always look good when Otabek saw him. He thought maybe he was biased, though. He genuinely liked Yuri. It wasn't something he could say about many people he knew. He was polite enough, and liked them well enough to be around them. But he'd make he conscious decision to spend time with him if he was able.

He looked around Yuri's apartment, taking in the feel of Yuri's space. He knew that the way someone decorated could say a lot about someone. Yuri's place was very different from his own. His own place was quietly decorated. He didn't keep much on the walls, and things were neatly organized. He had a small space, so he had to make sure there was room for his equipment and records. And he was always accumulating equipment.

He stayed close to the door, not wanting to disrupt him while he was getting ready. "And there's no rush," he added after a few moments. He wanted to make sure the other took his time, if he so wanted. And he wanted to be sure that Yuri was comfortable. if someone wasn't happy with what they were wearing, then it'd certainly be felt while they were on the date together.

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Yuri just runs a hand through his hair and closes the door behind Otabek.

"It's okay, it'll just take a minute," he replies, ushering his guest over to the couch. His open-plan kitchen and living room is probably the tidiest part of his flat and it's still a tip: tattoo and motorbike magazines litter the coffee table, cups of half-finished tea dot the available surfaces, and there's a pile of clean laundry sliding off the far end of the sofa.

Anya slips past Yuri as he hurries back into his room to finish dressing. She's clearly intrigued by (yet deeply suspicious of) the new smell in the apartment; the television is used as a spring-board to the top of Yuri's bookshelf, and she makes herself comfortable as she stares down at Otabek. If he isn't good enough for her human, Anya will know.

Meanwhile, Yuri is throwing on his cropped biker jacket and selecting a purse. He opts to stick with the theme and selects his black bag with the faux-rhinestone tiger head; he throws in his wallet, phone, makeup, I.D., and a couple of pre-lubed condoms for good measure. There's already a tiny bottle of lube in his make-up bag, because ... Well, yeah. Yuri has enjoyed being sexually active since he was fifteen or so, and since then he's learned to make sure that he's always prepared. Just in case.

When he returns to the living room he's already rummaging for his keys, which he extracts from his bag around the crook of his finger before flashing a little smirk at Otabek.

"Ready." He gives his date a twirl. "Do I look okay? If it's supposed to be a fancy dinner I can put on something nicer."

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As Yuri gets dressed, he settles himself on the edge of the couch, opting to not get too comfortable. He knows he won't be here too long. He liked the way Yuri's place looked. It actually felt like a person lived here, and maybe spent some time here from time to time. His own place sometimes felt a little stark, especially now compared to where he was. He never really had a liking for decorating his place, and he never really had guests, so he didn't think much of it. But if he were going to have Yuri over... he wondered what the other would think.

His eyes drifted to Yuri's cat, as she made her way to a perch, clearly trying to check him out from a safe distance. He lets out a quiet coo, not really caring if Yuri can hear him. "Hey there, Princess," he says to her, as she stares him down. He's always been a fan of cats, but was always worried he'd never have the time to devote to taking care of one.

He perks up when Yuri reappears. He stands, appraising his date quietly. Of course the other looks fantastic. He did every time Otabek had seen him in all the time he had known him. He looks pleased, considering how he even got lucky enough to get Yuri to go on a date with him, and hoping that he wouldn't screw this up.

"You look great," Otabek says. He offers a thumbs-up and a crooked, but genuine, smile. Yuri looked perfect for what they were doing. Nothing too fancy, just a smaller place where he knew they could enjoy each other's company without too much background noise, considering they were going to a club afterwards.

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His ears burn pink at Otabek's praise. For some time now, Yuri's been hoping that Otabek always thinks he looks great, to the point where he's even switched up some of his outfits that he wears at work in the hops of catching his eye. Now that he isn't nearly naked and hanging off a pole, however, he has more opportunity to show off his personality, and can't help but hope that Otabek likes that part of him too. He knows he can be ... Well. An acquired taste, Chris might say.

Yuri ushers Otabek towards the door after blowing a kiss to Anya, and links his arm through the other man's elbow as they head down to the street. It's fucking cold out and for a moment he regrets not dressing for the weather; it might take a couple of shots of vodka to get him feeling warmed through again.

No - idiot! Don't be a drunk slutty mess for once, okay? Beka is fucking quality.

He chides himself, then accepts the helmet when Otabek passes the spare to him. He's a little miffed that he's going to end up with helmet hair, to be sure, but he supposes that even if he didn't wear it the wind would blow it all over the fucking place anyway. Anyway, he can shake it out when they reach the restaurant.

"No booze for you tonight, then?" Yuri settles behind him, and allows himself the pink-cheeked indulgence of wrapping his arms tight around his waist. "If you crash and ruin my face I'll fucking kill you, okay?"

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Yuri had often caught Otabek's eye at the club. As he worked, he would find himself occasionally paying more attention to the other as he danced than what he was meant to be doing. He'd have to catch himself so not to mess up his carefully planned set. Otabek really liked the way Yuri looked, so he was looking forward to the opportunity to get to know him a bit better, beyond work and the little bits of time they'd get after work. He just hoped that he didn't mess it up himself.

He was also hoping that any hint of nerves wasn't present. Otabek had a habit of keeping in his own head a lot, and it gave him too many chances to get to himself.

He walks with Yuri to the bike and settles on it, a blush settling in his cheeks when Yuri wrapped his arms around his waist. "None for me, at least." It didn't mean that he'd be bothered if Yuri wanted to have anything. Otabek liked riding his motorcycle. He liked the chance to get close to Yuri. He was one of the few people Otabek liked to have on his bike. "I won't crash." It was the last thing he said before starting the bike and heading off in the direction where they were going to be eating.

The place they were going was a small, private-looking bistro. There was an option to seat outside, as well, if they should want. Otabek prefers a quiet corner where they could spend time talking. He'd been here only a couple times on his own, but knew it'd be much better with company.