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It probably would help to get him tipsy, but Yuuri's the opposite of a lightweight. Sixteen glasses is rough on anyone, but he's probably only had about half a glass at the moment. Though it's possible he might want to blame this conversation on alcohol later, because that's an interesting piece of information.

Yuuri has no idea what expression is on his face. It's probably a bit like a deer in headlights combined with lightbulbs going on. He can hear every time he's said he didn't know why he was here, how this was happening, and how every time he kept following it with how happy he was to be there. He hasn't understood why it's made Victor go all soft-eyed each time. And now he does.

"I'm not really any different, fundamentally, I guess. I have no idea why me of all people. But... what kind of idiot turns down a chance with Victor Nikiforov?"

He realizes after he says it that he might have just said that looking into the eyes of someone who turned down a chance with Victor Nikiforov, actually. But somehow he's pretty sure that's not how that went down, based on the conversation he'd heard a snippet of.

Oh, Chris and Victor gave it a shot a long while back, there were plenty of stories Chris could tell about that time. It simply didn't work out, they wanted too many things the other hadn't. Even in hindsight, Chris thinks he would have been an idiot to not try. The only way to learn is to give something a shot, which was what frustrated Victor so much about that guy, the loss of potential. Besides, it could have turned out like him and Chris, not compatible as a couple, but lasting friends. That still had value.

"Not a you kind of idiot, that's clear!" Chris laughs, "Besides, isn't it better to not be someone's type? I still don't understand what that guy meant. I want to be admired for my uniqueness, not lumped into a category with all the rest!"

"I just don't feel like..." Yuuri trails off, because, actually, that's not at all true anymore. He's starting to understand why him, at least now that they know each other better. But he's still not sure why him to begin with. He understands, now, that there aren't that many people in Victor's life, that at least one other (and probably additional) person has turned him down out of fear, really. So he can't say that he doesn't feel like he adds anything of value.

But he does feel like everything he adds isn't all the unique.

"I guess... if you feel like you have something unique to be admired for, that makes sense. I want to believe I have that but..." he sighs, shakes his head, has another sip of the wine, a little larger this time, "No. It doesn't matter. Even if everything goes wrong as soon as I leave Russia, everything's that happened would still be worth it."

"That's the spirit, Yuuri, enjoy every moment while it lasts," Chris will click his glass to Yuuri's again. He's glad to see Victor so happy and if Yuuri is the cause, all the more encouragement for them both.

There's a loud breathe of relief from Victor as he's returning from the shower, clean casual clothes on and his towel strung over his shoulders. From down the hall, Victor coos, "I hope you didn't tell him anything embarrassing!" Which Chris quickly calls back with, "Of course, I did!" And Victor groans as dramatically as possible.

Yuuri nods to the "toast", but he still looks a little too serious, maybe. Still, there's suddenly mischief on his face when he calls back over his shoulder,

"That'll teach you to leave me with people without asking my opinion on the matter. Particularly if the person is Chris!" considering he'd just had a panic attack about it, there's maybe a little bit of a sharpness to it, but he's at least trying to tease and not fuss, make it more about embarrassing Victor than embarrassing himself.

"Better you learn my dirty secrets now," Victor will slide up behind Yuuri and rest his head on the man's shoulder, nuzzling not too hard into Yuuri's bruised neck before planting a kiss there. If he knew how upset Yuuri got, he would be much more apologetic, but he just assumes Chris talked shit.

"Did he try and scare you? He just wantd to take you for himself, don't trust him!" Victor says all this, playfully looking Chris directly in the face. Chris just snaps his teeth in response, like a hungry piranha.

Yuuri's eyes are still a bit puffy and bloodshot from crying, but Victor can't see them from this angle, not yet anyway, but he can definitely feel how Yuuri relaxes when he touches him, unconsciously.

What the two of them are playing like their conversation was and what it really was are so different that Yuuri can't really keep up or think of anything to say. The one comment was easy, but he's not really good at banter and the truth is that the conversation was really a lot darker all around and he's not sure how he feels about any of what happened.

"I feel refreshed, is that tea still warm?" Victor is giving one more kiss to Yuuri before going to get himself a cup of tea. Wine was nice, he was already so sleepy, some black tea would be better. Chris' phone begins to go off and he'll rummage into his pocket, sighing at the message. The man tosses his wine back the next moment, pauses, then throws back Victor's glass as well. "That bad of news, Chris?"

A grumble as Chris taps on his phone before saying his flight got moved up, he had to get going. "We'll have plenty of fun without you, don't worry,"

It's one of the things that he's already head over heels for about Victor, even though it's yet another thing that he can actually easily see irritating other people. Victor never seems bothered by his silences. He pushes him to talk more, to express more, but he never seems to get offended when Yuuri can't figure out what to say, fills the silence on his own. Someone else might feel ignored or talked over or irritated at the distraction from their thoughts, but Yuuri's just grateful he doesn't have to talk, most of the time.

He maybe has a sappy little look on his face while Victor goes to fiddle with tea, before he's blinking at Chris. Oh yeah, it wasn't like Chris lived here in Russia, either. And he's suddenly aware that maybe Chris stayed after to hang out with Victor and he's stolen him away. He feels wretched about that for about... ten seconds, before he remembered that they fought over him, apparently, and then he's blushing again. Of course, he was supposed to be gone yesterday, but even so...

And then the idea hits him and his out of his mouth before he has a chance to think it through, because he does feel like Chris deserves more out of this than a wave and the lock of a door behind him,

"The next time we're in the same city, let me take you out to dinner somewhere to make up for your missed dinner yesterday," the grin over his wine glass is almost a smirk, and he doesn't dare look at Victor, "It won't be somewhere near as fancy as Victor would have taken you, I'm sure, but I do feel bad. And I want to thank you for the advice."

Perhaps Chris is a little surprised, but it quickly washes into an excited smile.

"I'm holding you to that! With any luck, it'll be a celebration dinner for me finally beating this one," a thumb point back to Victor, who gives a single ha!. Chris' attention doesn't drift from Yuuri, though.

"And friend me on social media! I use everything. I want to pick your brain on improving my step sequence. You had the best one in the Grand Prix, don't let me forget," his phone is going off again, probably an angry coach. He gives Yuuri a pat on the shoulder and a wink for a farewell gesture, practically jumping into Victor's arms for his. They say farewells in French and he's hurrying out not long after.

"You want to... you think my step sequences..." Yuuri's completely thrown offline by that for a moment, so if that's the desired "revenge", gold medal, good sir. He manages a wave, and to laugh at the way Victor and Chris hug each other because it's ridiculous and over the top and cute as fuck.

And then it's back to just Victor and him and the silence of the apartment. He takes a nervous sip of his wine, though he can't quite say why the atmosphere seems tense suddenly. It's probably just someone leaving and the liminal space between. Hopefully Victor knows how to fill that.

Well, That leads to some thoughts that brings pink up into Yuuri's cheeks and he's glad that as far as he knows, Victor isn't also a mind-reader.

Luckily, Victor isn't even that good at reading a room, let alone reading minds. He sees Chris to the door after and actually locks it behind the man. A brief shuffle and he's picked up their coats so it's not a complete mess, still. Returning to the counter, he can't resist touching Yuuri, fingers glancing along the man's side with gentle affection. Victor smiles beside him, carefree and steamy warm and still a little wet from his shower.

"Are you hungry? I could heat up those leftovers,"

The touch seems to help Yuuri cross that space between there being someone there and them being alone again, and he relaxes more against Victor, tugging him in for a soft kiss.

"Food is probably good," he doesn't have much of an appetite, just yet, but it's probably coming once his body remembers he's been skating and then having sex on the floor. He really hasn't eaten enough to make up for how many calories he's been burning, certainly, and while that's likely good for the slight bit of pudge he's put on leading up to the finals, it's definitely going to leave him hungrier than normal, when he can pay attention to things like that.

A moment later, he can't help but to grin at Victor, watching him while he moves around the kitchen,

"I don't want today to end," it's almost said dreamily.

The kiss is returned with equal gentleness, nothing deep, Victor is terrified of heating them up again. He's so exhausted, worn out from head to toe. The worst part is he thinks he probably could manage once more and that's just too much. It's too much, right? He definitely doesn't want to pass out halfway through their fourth or fifth round of sex today (he's long lost count) and offend Yuuri. They need to eat and not catch each other on fire, somehow.

"Every moment has been divine, Yuuri," he's so sincerely confident to say that, going through his refrigerator and pulling out their previous meal to toss into the microwave. "I want to keep sharing these days with you, I really do,"

"Me too," his voice is soft, sincere, but then he laughs, "Well... maybe not this intense all the time? I don't think either one of us could skate," he teases, warmly.

He needs food, is also exhausted, but no, it's not too much, because he's thinking about it too-- once they're done eating, curling up in bed and lazily having another round, slow, blurring into sleep. It sounds like the perfect ending to a perfect day. So he's not trying to start anything now, but there's already a little bit of that promise coloring his expressions and his tone, the way he watches Victor move around the kitchen.

"If we kept going at this pace, we really will end up in jail for indecency!" Another loud laugh from Victor, getting his tea and turn in back to Yuuri as a pile of pasta gets zapped warm.

"Are you terribly sore by now? Being on the receiving end took me a lot of getting used to, but you seem just fine!" Spoken with that playful tone of jealousy.

Victor, this is not the way to keep them both calm and their hands off each other.

Yuuri flushes at that and squirms because the barstool is actually a little uncomfortable, yeah, he just didn't want to stand up anymore.

"It feels weird and I'm a little sore, but it's not too bad," really, he's probably in every bit as much pain as Victor was in when he first did this, but Yuuri's so used to his whole body being in pain and having to fight through it for every jump, every tumble onto the ice, that this hardly registers. "It's worth it," there a little bit of heat curling into his words there, even though he's blushing.

"Good, good! After my first time I laid around for a whole day whining and grumbling about how I never wanted to do that again," another laugh because, yeah, clearly that sentiment didn't last.

"It took me a while to learn my own body, you seem more in tune!"

"You'd be the first person to accuse me of that," he quips, because really, he couldn't imagine feeling comfortable about his body. It just doesn't hurt as much as falling over and over on the ice until everything's a mass of bruises and your feet bleed in your skates.

"Maybe we could eat on the sofa, though?" he will use puppy dog eyes if he has to, Victor.

"I've been your first person for a lot of things!" the banter is fun for Victor, but being able to talk and joke and tease each other just made Victor feel closer to Yuuri. This isn't just a sexual connection, this felt like everything.

""Go ahead, I'll follow shortly, it's almost done," no need for puppy dog eyes, Victor just needs to stir the noodles and get them another minute, then he'll be over to the couch with Yuuri.

"You've been my first person for everything," the tone is softer, but it's true-- Victor's been his first for things he doesn't even know about.

He kind of flees to the living room after that, but it's at least a good time for it.

Mixing up the pasta, Victor decides it's just fine in one big bowl for them both. He sticks two forks in the top and heads over, shooing Makkachin from Yuuri's side and setting down there himself. He spins a thread of pasta onto a fork and offers to feed it to Yuuri.

"Hahaa, what does this remind me of..." He hums a moment, grinning, "oh! That Disney movie! With the two dogs!"

Yuuri laughs,

"Are you the lady or the tramp?" he sounds like he finds either answer a bit unbelievable, but he does lean in and let Victor feed him, even though it makes the blush rise on his cheeks again. It's kind of... weirdly nice, letting Victor do something like that, settles warm in his abdomen with something that's definitely desire, but different somehow, more mellow, maybe? He's not sure. It's arousing, but not in a way that makes him want to do anything about it.

"I think I've been called both those things, before!" Victor giggles along, smiling soft and a little sly to feed Yuuri. It's a little sexy, but more than that it's intimate. The fact that Yuuri is allowing himself to be doted on is a sign of their comfort. It swells in Victor's chest and yet, it's just a simple thing. Not a spark of desire, but a smolder of warmth and adoration.

There's not much difference for him between something that's sexual and something that's intimate-- not really because he doesn't understand there could be a difference, but because with maybe the exception of Phichit (and they've never done anything like this), there's not really anyone in his life he's intimate with. That's the kind of thing he's usually uncomfortable about and with, so Victor's really the first source of either thing, so it's all linked, muddled up.

It's good, though, good enough that he relaxes into it, even though it feels a little bit silly, doesn't reach for his own fork until Victor tires of it (if he even does-- if he doesn't Yuuri's fork will go unused, he's definitely not going to protest)

"What's something you haven't been called?" it's both curious and a little teasing.

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