Yuri sighed in relief as he released his tumbleweed of blond hair from its band. He had it piled on top of his head while he and Otabek were out skating together. It was nice to finally have it loose. He shook out the long locks, which after three years had grown to reach the small of his back. He didn’t want to cut it and Otabek said that he liked it long, so that’s how he kept it. There was something inherently freeing about it.
As the skater allowed his hair to fall behind his back, he shrugged off his coat and his gloves. Otabek wasn’t far behind him, hanging his coat and scarf gingerly on the hooks beside the door. Meanwhile, Yuri tossed his things on the floor, not worried about causing a mess. It was his apartment after all.
Otabek stepped back from his things, making sure they were placed in a way that they wouldn’t fall and turned to Yuri. The younger skater yawned and stretched, revealing a small patch of skin where his shirt rode up. He didn’t notice the way his friend swallowed at the sight. Yuri was too tired to notice anything like that.
“I think I’m going to take a shower,” Otabek said, clearing his throat. Yuri nodded, though part of him was disappointed. Whenever Otabek skated, his strong alpha scent became even more detectable to Yuri. He loved it and a shower would wash that away. The only upside was that it was his shower. Otabek would be using his soap. His towels. Every part of him would be covered by something that was undeniably him. That was almost sweeter.
“Yeah, yeah,” Yuri waved nonchalantly. It was no longer weird for Otabek to be in his apartment and using his shower, or his bed, or any of his things. Three years of friendship had crossed over any boundaries that might have existed.
Otabek smiled thankfully, even if he knew Yuri would say yes. “We can watch a movie after I’m finished,” he suggested.
Yuri nodded. That sounded like a good idea. He retreated to his room with his friend following behind him. The bathroom was connected to his room and Yuri planned on laying down while Otabek was washing himself. They’d probably even stay in his bed when they were watching a movie. It would be nice to relax his muscles after a long day of skating and trying to one up each other. He was older now and he didn’t have the stamina he once had. He hated to admit it, but years of skating had worn him down.
The blond flopped onto his bed, the mattress sagging beneath him. He buried his face in his duvet and took a long inhale. All he could smell was detergent and the faint odor of his own skin. This was why he liked having Otabek in his bed. When he left, his scent lingered in the days before Yuri had to inevitably wash his sheets again. There was something comforting and intoxicating about the smell of the alpha that made Yuri sleep soundly.
He heard a small laugh come from his companion’s chest. Yuri knew he probably looked ridiculous sprawled out on his bed with his face pressed into the mattress. He would never tell Otabek that every time he laid down he would try to see if he could find the faintest remnants of his best friend’s scent. That was far too embarrassing. It was something he’d just have to keep to himself.
He heard the bathroom door close and rolled over onto his back. The young skater listened as the water started running. He closed his eyes, listening to the rushing droplets as they inevitably pelted Otabek’s back. Yuri inhaled, the smell of his soap permeating the walls. His senses had been heightened all day and he didn’t know why. Every time Otabek came close to him, Yuri felt like he was drowning in the high of the strongest drugs. Sitting next to him and watching a movie had the possibility to send him into sensory overload.
At 18, Yuri had yet to present. He was waiting for it to happen but it was almost the end of the year and still nothing. He hoped every day that he would present as an alpha or a beta, just to make his life easier. He knew that people like that asshole Victor were trying to take bets on what it would be. Any day now, is what everyone said. Yuri was starting to think that maybe he was broken.
Otabek had presented not long after they became friends three years before in Barcelona. He was an alpha through and through and no one was surprised when he presented as one. Yuri instantly found Otabek’s alpha pheromones addictive. Ever since then, he thrived on the smell. Maybe when Yuri presented as an alpha he would stop getting dizzy every time his best friend came too close.
As the thoughts of his presentation rattled around in Yuri’s head, he heard the shower shut off. He opened his eyes, waiting patiently for Otabek to emerge from the bathroom. It wasn’t long before he came out, towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Rivulets of water cascaded down his neck from where his hair was still wet. They crept down his back until disappearing underneath the towel. Yuri watched each one with rapt attention.
“Much better,” Otabek mumbled, opening the bottom drawer of Yuri’s dresser. It was where he had a few changes of clothes left. They were there just in case something like this happened. Yuri didn’t mind. In fact, he had been the one to free it up for him. Having Otabek’s clothes there somehow made Yuri more comfortable and feel almost safe.
He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and Yuri watched closely as he let the towel fall. Yuri’s breath caught in his throat as he got a brief glimpse of his friend’s perfectly sculpted ass. He was gorgeous, he couldn’t deny it. Everything about Otabek was soft edges and tan skin. It was like a never-ending supply of rich, creamy caramel. So beautiful and seductive he could almost taste it.
Yuri forced himself to avert his eyes, grabbing his laptop from his bedside table. It was a good distraction from getting too caught up in the sight of his friend. He opened his computer up and then pulled up Netflix. He rested the computer on his knees while waiting for Otabek to join him. When he was fully dressed, he dropped onto the bed and crawled up beside Yuri.
The movie started and Otabek was quick to wrap his arm around Yuri’s shoulders. It was comforting for the younger male to have him so close. Some people might even say their friendship was too close. He never saw it that way. They were just good friends, nothing else. Once Yuri turned out to be the alpha he was, it would finally put those suspicions to rest.
Yuri pulled his long hair over one shoulder so he could rest his head comfortably on Otabek’s chest. He instantly caught the unmistakable smell of him. His soap was lingering, but there was still something that was Otabek. It was like fresh coffee and worn leather. Yuri used to hate coffee until he met Otabek. Now he would brew it in the morning just so he could get the closest equivalent of his friend’s pheromones. He would hold the cup to his nose and if he closed his eyes, he could see him standing there, decked in the leather jacket Yuri adored.
Their legs twined together, balancing the laptop precariously on them. Otabek’s hand moved to cradled Yuri’s protruding hipbone, still sharp even though he had gained more weight and muscle tone in the past years. He felt so small and protected under the alpha’s touch. Even at 18, with Otabek’s hands holding him so delicately, he felt like he was 15 again. He was still as captivated by him as he had been as a teenager.
Yuri’s eyelids were drooping by the time the movie came to an end, the exercise they’d done finally getting to him. As the credits rolled, Otabek shifted and Yuri blinked to wake himself up. He rubbed his eyes. He tried not to look too disappointed when Otabek removed his arm and stood from the bed.
“I need to get home,” Otabek announced. Yuri stood up as well and they walked towards the door together.
They said their goodbyes and Otabek left too quickly for Yuri’s liking. He stared at the door for a few moments before something caught his eye on the coat hook. It was knitted and green. Otabek’s scarf. Yuri reached out and took it from the hook. He knew if he moved fast enough he could probably get it to him before he left. But as he looked at the door and then the scarf, Yuri felt glued to his spot. They would hang out together soon. He could give it to him then.
With the scarf gripped tight in his hand, Yuri retreated to his bedroom. He stepped inside and paused, the scarf feeling heavy in his hand. Despite everything his brain was telling him, Yuri lifted the scarf to his nose and inhaled. As he smelled the raw scent of him, Yuri felt his thighs tremble and his belly tighten. The smell continued to enter his nostrils, making his body physically shake at the strength of it. It took a few moments before Yuri realized what was happening. His inner thighs were sticking together, his underwear completely soaked through. He was wet.
Was this it? It couldn’t be. There was no way Yuri Plisetsky was presenting as an omega while shamelessly sniffing his best friends scarf. It was impossible. He was supposed to be an alpha. He was supposed to be like Otabek and Victor. Strong and dominant. He didn’t want to be a shaking mess who became instantly submissive when he went into heat or was around an alpha. Being an omega might as well be a death sentence for him.
His thighs continued to shake and he threw the scarf onto the floor, trying to get it as far away from him as possible. Maybe that would stop everything he was feeling. Even with it far away, his head swam, intoxicated with the scent. Another rush of slick wept from his hole. He pressed his legs together, trying both to get it to stop and get some relief. A moan escaped from his lips at the pressure his thighs gave him. No matter how hard he tried to imagine something other than Otabek, he couldn’t get his body to stop aching. He felt so hot that he might as well be on fire. Sweat was beginning to soak through his shirt and stick his long hair to his forehead. He grabbed his previously discarded ponytail holder and gathered it into a bun. The cool air of his apartment hit the sweat sticking to his neck. It offered a moment of relief until the heat flashed through him again, practically seeping from his pores.
He was in heat. There was no way around it anymore. He was having his first heat and it was brought on by the scent of Otabek. He had to do something or else he would melt. Relief was the only thing on his mind. He collapsed onto his bed, tugging his sweat stained clothes off and throwing them on the floor.
The air on his skin made him shiver, chilling the slick that was still stuck to his inner thighs. He raised his knees up, displaying his hole to anyone would may walk into the room. He didn’t care if someone did walk in. His mind was too numb and clouded with the strength of his heat. His heat. The words made him sick to his stomach, only supplementing the burn that radiated in his gut. If this was what heat was like, he would go on suppressants immediately after.
The blond tried to consider what he should do. He didn’t want to go anywhere near his entrance. He looked down at his cock, hard and straining against his stomach. He hadn’t realized he was hard until that moment. He was too focused on the arousal leaking from inside him. He wrapped a lithe hand around his member, stroking it in a practiced upward motion.
He stroked himself with abandon, his sweat offering enough give so his wrist didn’t chaff. Precum leaked from the tip as he rubbed behind the head. He was so sensitive that his balls ached with a need for release. It took only a few more strokes before he was spilling onto his stomach. He sighed in relief, some of the pressure finally taken off.
The feeling didn’t last for long and the burn returned almost immediately. Yuri groaned. He knew he should expect it. He was in heat. Getting off once wouldn’t instantly make it go away. His hand drifted back to his length. It felt like no matter how much he jerked himself, nothing would relieve the tension that rocked his body. He wanted something else. He needed something to make it better.
His fingers drifted lower and lower. He teased his balls and rolled them between his fingers. It felt nice, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. His fingers continued to move, teasing the sensitive skin of his perineum. He had done that before and it had helped him along. He’d never ventured anywhere lower where his body was now begging to be touched. He was too scared to do anything like that. Maybe it was his persistence that he would be an alpha that deterred him. Alpha’s didn’t have to worry about that.
He rubbed an experimental finger over his puckered hole, shiny with arousal and soft to his touch. It felt so nice that his whole body shook. He never knew he could be so sensitive to just a small touch. He couldn’t get enough of it. He bit down on his bottom lip as he continued to rub over his quivering entrance. His cock twitched while he teased himself.
Yuri sighed and dipped his finger inside of himself. The breach made him gasp and his back arch. Every nerve ending in his body ignited in a flurry of electricity. He felt like a lightning rod in the middle of a storm. The more he explored the warmth of his own hole, the more shocks lit up his body. He was getting close again. His toes curled.
While continuing to touch himself, his senses honed in on one thing: a smell. The scarf on the floor caught his attention. Everything around him was Otabek. His smell covered the bed where they had been laying together. It wasn’t strong enough. It wasn’t as strong as the scarf that laid on the floor beside the bed.
He didn’t let himself think and instead the skater reached across the bed and picked it up. He held it to his nose, breathing in everything that was Otabek. The smell combined with the feelings of finally exploring his entrance was what finally led Yuri to release again, his cock untouched. Wetness gushed around his fingers, coating them in his sweet nectar. He bit down hard on his lip. His free hand balled Otabek’s scarf tight. The smell overwhelmed him and made his orgasm last longer than any he’d had before. If a climax could feel like that, maybe there was at least one upside to being an omega.
His release finally did end and he was left a mess on his bed. He hadn’t realized that his cheeks were stained with tears from how good it had felt. He tried not to think of how it was his best friend’s pheromones that had gotten him off. That couldn’t be. It wasn’t because it was Otabek; it was because he was an alpha. That had to be it.
The telltale sign of another round of mind-numbing arousal heated up his lower body. His chest was bright red, speckled with the deep blush that painted his hot skin. His heat wasn’t over. He knew that. His breaths continued to be labored and his skin crawled with desire. Even as that fact stayed in the back of his mind, Yuri was consumed. Consumed with the scarf that remained tight in his fist. If this was what he needed to get through his heats, maybe he’d never give it back.