for wauuu

[emberossing]

Yuuri cracks open his eyes, blearily, to an unfamiliar ceiling. His head feels like it's either on fire or full of bees or possibly both and his stomach does a slow, sickening roll as he opens his eyes, but it settles, at least for the time being. Not just his head but everything hurts enough that, at least at first, he more just moves on auto-pilot, looking around for his glasses and taking what is obviously a pair of Paracetamol on the bedside table. There's a little note with them but he doesn't parse either the message or recognize the handwriting, so he just drinks about half the glass of water and looks around.

Memories leak back in slowly-- Vicchan, the competition, calling his mom, going back to the room, Celestino insisting that he had to go to the banquet afterwards, possibly worried he was going to do something stupid if he didn't. But he remembered saying no and refusing to open the door. So... shouldn't he be in the hotel room?

This is not the hotel room.

In fact, he swears he's seen this room before, somewhere, actually, but he's too tired and bleary to figure out where. So he just walks over to the bathroom, which he, for some reason, is able to guess the location of, and splashes water on his face rubs at it until he somewhat resembles a human being, and then goes in search of more clues to where he is.

The bedroom door creaks open and there's another sense of deja-vu as he looks around the apartment it opens on, but the pieces refuse to slot into place.

"He-Hello?"

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[wauuu]

"I wish I had more time to explore, when I've traveled to Japan in the past," Victor will say, "maybe you can show me around, after this season finishes up."

There's no way Victor would seriously consider being Yuuri's coach at this stage, but... it is seeded in his mind, waiting for the moment to bloom. He has to get through European Championship and the World Final, see if he can add another win that four time title. After that, what? Another season--?

He's not sure that's what he wants. He's thinking he wants Yuuri more than that.

But he needs time for the idea to settle. For now, he's going to enjoy getting to know the man in his bed who is suddenly so very fond of.

[emberossing]

"I'd... I'd like that," he's kind of surprised at how much he'd like that. He's never really been much of the tour guide sort, honestly. But the thought of it being Victor... he flushes a little again, pleased. "I haven't really been very many places outside of Hasetsu, though, to be honest. We never really traveled much when I was younger. Someone always had to be at the inn. I went to Tokyo a few times, but I'm probably as much of a tourist there as you'll be," he smiles.

[wauuu]

You're getting ~sparkled~ at, Yuuri. Victor looks very excited, a more childish kind of excitement than had been roused in him earlier.

"I'll show you around Sochi and you can show me around Hasetsu!" how does his grin look so much like a heart shape, how does your face do that, Victor? "then you don't have to feel so guilty about staying here, for now. A hotspring vacation with you sounds divine!"

[emberossing]

Sometimes, you just hit the precise combination to unlock someone and Victor does it here, unintentionally.

It's a perfectsolution, actually ,and Yuuri feels some of the guilt for staying here fall away from him. It's sudden, of course, for Victor to have to take on a houseguest, but the idea that it could be reciprocal, that he could host Victor somewhere in exchange makes him feel so much better. That and Victor is literally saying he wants to go on vacation with him somewhere, even though it's just at his house is icing on the cake. (That he's going to have Victor at his house, probably at Ice Castle, in his world, is just like some kind of delicious strawberry on top of that.

It's enough to get another one of those playful answers from him, the ones that show a glimpse into how close Drunk Yuuri might be to the Yuuri underneath all the anxiety and shyness,

"It sounds perfect," he says, honest and open and grateful, but the lopsided smile comes a moment later, "Though I was starting to look forward to earning my keep here..." the tone isn't too over the top, but since they're currently naked in bed together, it's still pretty obvious what he's insinuating.

[wauuu]

Yuuri's worries melt off his features quite miraculously. Victor is trying his best to ease the man's anxiety over this stay. Between the offer of Makkachin to cry on and the future vacation, he's proud of himself for making the correct calls. He can salvage this strange meeting, starting to feel a spark of challenge to it. Maybe this isn't just some puppylove crush he's having.

The only way to find that out is to keep pursuing and see where this road leads.

"If that was your interview," Victor will chuckle, "then I'm hiring you on full time!"

Just going to.... casually insinuate he wants Yuuri around permanently. Yep.

[emberossing]

Of course Victor manages to somehow up the ante from Yuuri insinuating that he'd been planning on paying Victor back with his body. Yuuri blinks, surprised at the wording and he doesn't have anything smart to say to that-- he used up his allotment of being a little wicked with the last comment and the thought that Victor might really, honestly want him to stick around has just completely taken his brain offline.

Somehow though, there are suddenly words, though he's got that softly surprised look on his face for just a little too long for it all to sound natural, his tone also still a little too soft around the edges for the continued teasing,

"I don't know... it might be hard to finish college from Russia. Do you have any other positions available?" he can't quite manage it with a straight face, or with a sassy little purr like Christophe or anything, but he gets it out of his mouth, which is an accomplishment all on it's own, really.

[wauuu]

"We can try you out in a few other positions," Victor can purr the line just fine, but the snarky smile on his face betrays the seriousness, "see which suit you best."

[emberossing]

Yuuri can't hold onto it anymore, has to laugh, but hey, he ends up pitching his head forward into Victor's chest to laugh, shoulders shaking, which is another level of comfort he hasn't completely shown yet, previously.

He doesn't have anything to follow that with, is kind of surprised he managed it that long, but he follows it up with a very heartfelt kiss that also kind of surprises him he manages.

[wauuu]

When Yuuri falls into him, Victor will reach to embrace him. He shares the laugh, petting the man's back and kissing his forehead. His nose snuggles in, more flirtatious Eskimo kisses.

"I'll keep teaching you all manner of things, but don't be surprised when I'm upset to see you go."

[emberossing]

"It's so hard for me to believe that," everything feels kind of raw, but this whole day has been and he can't seem to stop (and he isn't sure he wants to). "You could have anyone in the world you wanted. And here I am. I'm nothing special. But..." maybe this is too much, but Victor's emotional vulnerability makes him want to give more, himself, "... I don't care. I don't feel like I deserve any of this. But I want it," there's no chance in his voice on the last set of words, it's all in his face, his eyes. There's something down there that flares a little bit.

Victor knows that look, even if he's never seen it on Yuuri's face before-- determination and steel. It maybe flashed through his eyes while they were having sex, but sex is so different, brings out all kinds of things in people. You don't get to be one of the top figure skaters in the world without that kind of steel, but Yuuri doesn't show his very often, it seems.

It also seems like talking about being here, with Victor, is one of those things that pulls it out. He's clearly not kidding about him being an inspiration.

[wauuu]

The admission certainly take Victor off guard from their playful banter. Of course, he knows he's desirable, but the idea he could have anyone always bothered him. It sounded so heartless. He didn't want to have someone, like an object, he wanted someone to... stay close to him. Someone who wanted to share his company and be his partner. It had been impossible, in the past. His schedule made him emotionally unavailable in a way most people number one in their craft were. It took steel of his own to maintain that. Steel was a good word for it, too; cold and rigid and stuck in it's ways.

Maybe he was getting tired of being steel. Bringing it out in Yuuri is more fulfilling than he would have thought, he wants to see more. There might be a way for him to pursue his sport and have the companionship he so craved. There's so much possibility, in Yuuri, he seems so much potential in the man.

"You know, we skaters never really get to choose our image," he'll start, tipping Yuuri's gaze to his, their foreheads rested together, "I never cared for the playboy idea. It was so fickle, like I would use people and throw them away when I was done." He's nestling in close, speaking quiet and hoping, praying, he sounds as sincere as he truly was.

"You're very special, Yuuri. I would be a complete fool to toss you aside."

[emberossing]

"For an image you don't want, you do a pretty good job of maintaining it," from someone else, that could come out like critique, or bitter, or even teasing. Yuuri just says it like a fact, maybe even a compliment. "Even here." He lowers his eyes when Victor calls him special,

"You could say that for the rest of forever and I wouldn't believe you, I don't think. But that's got nothing to do with you," he pulls himself closer in response to Victor's pull, "You're not going to convince me I deserve this," he says with a little self-deprecating kind of laugh, "So just tell me I can have it anyway." He's not sure if he's even making sense anymore, but there's so much under his skin, all of the time, something he's never been able to make other people understand or see...

[wauuu]

"Another idea I never liked; deserving someone. We're not prize medals to be earned, either of us," Victor will assert this, kissing Yuuri on the lips, "enjoying your company has nothing to do with value or worth. I like you, I wish to spend more time together, and I want you close. If words won't convince you, then let my actions speak true."

He's not going to throw Yuuri out, but no amount of promises can prove that. Only time passing and Victor's ridiculous, enthusiastic dedication will demonstrate his better intentions. He's more afraid of Yuuri running away than growing tired of the younger man.

[emberossing]

Yuuri melts a little for the kiss, like he always seems to. He's not used to people being ridiculous or over the top at him, or about him, but he... thinks he could like it, if it's someone like Victor. He wishes that he could somehow express that it's not Victor, here, that he doubts, it's himself. He doesn't think Victor will leave him because he's Victor, he thinks Victor will leave him because he decides that Yuuri isn't worth it, that he's too much of a mess to sort out.

He's not stupid, he realizes that's just relationships, actually. People grow apart, people leave, it happens. But that doesn't make him feel better about it.

But he's here, right now, and Victor is here, right now, and he's determined that for once in his stupid life, something is going to be enough for him, on the surface of it.

"I didn't mean it like that," he protests, fingertips tracing patterns into skin he was too nervous to touch an hour ago, and then grins, lopsidedly, "Now's the part where you kiss me until I both shut up and can't remember what we're talking about."

[wauuu]

"Oooh," Victor coos, grinning, "is that what happens, next?"

He seems to have slightly different plans. His hands reach out to Yuuri's sides where he learned the man was ticklish.

[emberossing]

"That seems better than continuing to discuss my--" Yuuri does not scream. He doesn't. That would be unbecoming and a little rude maybe and definitely is not what he just does while his limbs try to figure out how to both work again and flail him away from Victor.

[wauuu]

L a u g hing.

AS Yuuri tries to flee, Victor will throw his arms around the younger skater and hold him around the waist. Clutching the man's back to his front, Victor has him quite firmly. He easily spoons the man with his superior height, head rested over Yuuri's shoulder so he hopefully doesn't get headbutt or an elbow thrown into him. Because, yeah, he's still going to be tickling the squirming man's exposed tummy.

"You wanted a distraction!"

[emberossing]

Yuuri squawks at that, but he's already half melted in Victor's arms, even still trying to get away, struggles turning into wiggling that's probably at least a little distracting even after everything they've done tonight. It's not on purpose, really, there's just some part of him that comes unwound the closer Victor is to him. Like always, his body speaks all of the things he can't reach with his words.

Of course, he is still getting tickled, so a lot of that is buried under trying to bat Victor away and get his tummy away from his hands, voice alternating between breathless laughter and shrieking.

[wauuu]

The skin to skin wiggling is quite good. The laughter and the yelping out is adorable as well, Victor having mercy after not too long and slowing to a stop. He doesn't let Yuuri go, however, arms still locked tight around his midsection. Yuuri gets a sloppy kiss on the cheek, Victor playfully snuggling in close. He's been laughing the whole time, of course. Because he's rude and terrible and totally endearing because of that devilish charm he had.

"I told you you might want to slap me," he'll joke about that thing that's probably totally true....

[emberossing]

Yuuri snuggles backwards deeper into his arms almost immediately, thoughtless. He doesn't seem to actually mind, and not just because it's Victor being charming, but because wow does he like this part, all skin and being held.

"Never," he says, the laughter still in his voice, before there's actually a sly tone to it for a moment, "I'm sure I can find something much better to do for revenge than that."

[wauuu]

"Talk like that and I'll want to go another round, Yuuri," Victor will tease right back, but his teasing is very honest. He could handle the physical affection without getting all hot and bothered, but don't say sexy things, too, or he's bound to get aroused. He'd had plenty enough of a breather at this point it could be on his mind (and other places), again.

"I really didn't get to ride you, such a shame. Just embarrassing. I really should redeem myself."

[emberossing]

Yuuri just laughs at that because he genuinely believes Victor is joking. Yuuri wasn't trying to be sexy about that and he doesn't understand that something about revenge might be.

He definitely notices the slight change in mood, though, flushing a bit again, which only darkens when Victor keeps talking,

"Is that... supposed to be a deterrent?" he manages.

[wauuu]

"Only if you're too tired for more," Victor will laugh along, hands rubbing from the man's stomach down closer to his groin. Fingers splay along the very top of Yuuri's side, teasing along the crease without ever dipping too low. Nooot just yet.

"You did boast your stamina, the night before. Not that you've tested it in this capacity before."

[emberossing]

"I thought we were going to take a bath," he manages to get out. He'd be a little concerned about looking over-eager, the way he can't seem to decide if he wants to press forward into those hands or backwards into all of that skin, the way everything feels pressed along his ass, thighs, except that it's still so novel to be having these reactions at all, to actually be very concerned about anything.

He's not really all that hard again yet, but he was also just being tickled breathless. It certainly looks like he could get that way.

He is also very clearly not really interested in pursuing the bath over what Victor's currently doing...

[wauuu]

Nothing a little rubbing of bodies and flirtation won't build up. Victor is feeling frisky, but that's just the effect Yuuri is having on him. One hand slide down Yuuri's thigh, then back up, feeling the strong contours of the muscle.

"Better to get more messy before, than wash up multiple times, don't you think? If you want more, I should wear you out..." Like that's some kind of gracious host duty. How dutiful of you, Victor....