It was an ordinary evening, really ordinary, even without any problems. Crickets were chirping outside the window, and a lamp was burning dimly on the bedside table next to the bed where Yura was lying. Of course, it didn't glow much, it couldn't even light up half the room, but that didn't bother anyone. They were supposed to start the game in another city, so now they're in a hotel, and Yura and Ilya are in the same room. They weren't really against it anymore. During all the time they had spent together, they had become stronger, their relationship with each other had improved, and now they looked at each other with pleasant awe, and not with hatred, as it was at first. Yura decided to occupy himself with something, at least for the first time in his life. There wasn't much to do in the hotel room, so he read the first book he saw, even if he didn't like the plot or genre. Reading was boring for a while, but what he read was exciting to some extent. that he did not immediately notice how Tikhonov crept up to him and slowly climbed onto the bed. Yura could only notice this when he felt fingers on his hips, and immediately lowered the book, noticing Ilya between his legs. His fingers gently squeezed his hips, and a slight but sly smile played on his freckled face. He rubbed his cheek against Yura's knees, and then against his thigh.

"Am I interrupting you?"

He muttered playfully and in a low voice. I wonder what came over him? Will he continue to tease? Maybe it's just a joke to confuse Yura?