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Yuri looks down at the pool from his hotel room balcony, considering whether it would be worth his time to take a swim. But there are people there- a mother, it appears, and two small children. Not worth it. Starting to turn away, someone else catches his eye and then his interest. Black hair, deep tan skin, he peers closer.
Otabek
Black board shorts that end at his mid thigh. Otabek peers around as if checking that he’s alone before tugging at the string closure and re-tying it.
Maybe he should head down there after all…
He digs around in his stuff for his swimsuit. Similarly styled board shorts in a leopard print leopard print. He could rock a speedo but that would he creepy. His arę a little shorter though. Yuri may have his limits but he certainly isn’t adverse to showing off, he certainly works hard enough on his body to make it worth it.
…would Otabek agree?
He makes a quick plan (not that one is really necessary, he’s just going down to the pool himself). He’s going to get a tan- or look like he’s trying anyway. Would it be too transparent as an excuse to get in some ogling of a dripping wet Otabek? Sunglasses, check, he notes as he grabs them from the night stand dropping them next to his key and bank card on the bed.
And sunscreen…he doesn’t have sunscreen. Well he can get some from the shop in the lobby on the way out. Yuri is painfully aware of how easily he’ll burn if he doesn’t.
Pulling on his shorts, Yuri does up the tie and snatches a towel from the bathroom. Grabbing his things from the bed, he heads for the door.
Much to his annoyance, as soon as he steps out into the hall, the door across from him opens.
“Oh hi Yuri,” Victor sings out, seeming to not notice the groan that escapes before he can silence it. “Are you off to the pool?”
“No I thought I’d go practice in a new costume,” he snaps.
“Oh you’re funny,” Victor replies, his laugh bordering on raucous.
“Look, old man I’m going swimming but I need to go to the shop and get some sunscreen so I don’t boil like a damn lobster!” He turns to make his way down the hall (and hopefully lose his compatriot) when Victor stops him.
“Oh not to worry, I’ve got an extra tube! Just wait a minute,” Victor is unlocking his door before yuri can object and for a minute he’s tempted to bolt, but no, he waits. A tube of sunscreen in the shop will probably cost as much as ten tubes in a regular store.
“Here you are, this is the good kind- minerals not chemicals!” Victor waves the tube around before handing it over. “Don’t forget to apply more when you get out of the water,” Victor sings merrily, waving as he heads in the opposite direction.
“Sure Mom.” A sigh of relief and Yuri soon reaches the elevator.
Five minutes later, he’s trying to act nonchalant. Turning his back to the pool, he sits down and squeezes out some lotion and starts spreading it down one arm.
He’s absolutely not going to turn around and stare at Otabek.
Yet.
But then comes a familiar voice behind him. “Hey!”
“Hey,” he turns, suddenly eye-to-abs with one very tanned and toned torso. He blinks a few times, feeling his cheeks suddenly very warm by what he’s sure is not the sun. And he tries to sound casual. “I didn’t know you were here.”
Otabek raises an eyebrow. “Right…What are you doing?” “Oh, you know. Thought I’d get a tan,” he adds squeezing out a bit more sunscreen and making a show of rubbing it over his other arm.
The eyebrow climbs higher. “A tan?”
“Yeah, you know, darker skin, from the sun?”
Otabek reaches out and takes the tube from him, turning it over and squinting at him. “Yura, this is SPF…80. No one is going to get a tan with that between the sun and their skin.”
Of course it is. He hopes the scowl in his mind doesn’t come through to his face. “Damn victor,” he grumbles. “He gave it to me, it’s no good. He’s so pale he’s almost transparent.”
“Were you really going to try to get a tan? You’re…rather fair-toned yourself you know?”
“Give me that,” he tries to snap, reaching out halfheartedly for the tube. “I can tan,” he glowers
“Do you want to lay out with me for s bit?” Otabek asks. We can put one of those umbrellas over you so you don’t burn?”
Is he being mocked? Yuri doesn’t actually think so but he can’t quite trust his own judgement at this point.
At the same time, it’s almost…nice…how Otabek is concerned for him. But at the same time it’s not, he’s not a little kid who needs to be looked after, dammit!
“Can you put some of this on me?” Otabek holds out his own tube of lotion and sits down on the edge of Yuri’s chaise. Squeezing some out, Yuri is sure his palms are beginning to sweat at the thought of getting his hands all over Otabek’s shoulders. He knows Otabek is still fairly small in build, but in comparison to himself, he’s rather large- there is absolutely nothing delicate or fragile about him, words used often to describe Yuri’s stature.
The sunscreen smells nice, coconutty. And rubs in easily in Otabek’s already-tan skin. He takes note of the brand, maybe he should buy sone to take home with him when this trip is over. It’s certainly better than the stuff Victor gave him, which is hard to spread and leaves white streaks all over his skin.
He takes his time, doing a thorough job of getting every last square centimeter of those shoulders and that back well and protected from sunburn.
No way is he taking advantage of the excuse to touch Otabek, to run his hands over those muscles, to imagine those arms around him, or lifting him in a pairs routine, pulling him into a death spiral.
Nope.
He’s just making sure Otabek will remain unburned by the sun.
“Here, I think I’ve got you covered,” he comments as he passes the tube back and Otabek gets up to fetch one of the umbrellas over to shade his chaise.
“Thanks Beka,” he mutters, kicking his feet up and reclining, putting on his sunglasses so he can get a good long undetected look as he’d originally planned, even if the dark lenses did provide some obstruction to his vision.
“You know,” Otabek says as he deposits his towel and other belongings on an adjacent chaise, “I know you knew I was here by the way. I saw you watching me from your room, you know,” Otabek informs him.
Busted.