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"I've been laughing at you all morning!" he state, chuckling along, "but that's a good thing. Only my favorite people make me laugh, so you should laugh right back at me." He is kind of ridiculous, it's not difficult to find him humorous.

Yuuri's face when Victor says he's been laughing at him all morning is ridiculously hurt for just a second, before he looks down and kind of hides behind his bangs.

"I just... don't like being laughed at when I'm doing something new. That's all," it's more quiet than he's been being the past few minutes, almost sullen. He's going to pull himself out of it in a minute, but there's definitely a pause there while he's trying to figure out how to parse the rest of Victor's statement or how to respond.

"I don't mean it in a cruel way!" Probably. Most of the time. Victor could be a dick about things if he was being careless or prideful. He held pretty high expectations for those around him, but sometimes he missed the mark on being encouraging and was straight up mean, instead. This is a flaw of his, one he doesn't want to upset Yuuri with so immediately.

"Laughing just means I'm having fun, I promise. Let me get you a gym shirt, some light cardio and a steam will work the last of the alcohol from your system. You should drink a lot of water, too." He'll set his phone down and go to do just that. The yoga pants would work for Yuuri, but not the butt length sweater, despite how cute it was on Yuuri. Victor gets the man a new shirt and fills up some water bottles for them both to take along.

The complex is as luxury as Victor's condo. Everything is pristine and there's polite, smiling waiting staff all around. Victor was actually on the very bottom floor, making the walk short to in building gym and sauna. It was like living in an extravagant hotel.

"Okay," is all he says, but he also just kind of lets himself get swept away by hurricane Victor, too. At this rate he's probably going to give the impression of being a lot more easygoing than he is, but he's really out of his depth in every conceivable way and it's just easier to kind of go with the flow instead of fighting against it.

The staff makes Yuuri a little bit nervous. He's definitely not the kind of person who would be at a place like this, normally and he feels like they can see it on him, somehow. He feels tired all over again by the time they even make it to the gym, but he knows that Victor's right and he'll feel a lot better after some kind of a workout, even if he doesn't feel up to much today.

They're both athletes, they know well the value of getting their bodies moving, even on lazy days. The gym is full of clean, brand new machines and weights. Luckily, it's mostly empty except the occasional middle aged woman with earbuds firmly in place. Victor is personally doing some warm up stretches on the ballet bar-- he's still in shorts and a v-neck, nothing but long limbs and pale skin. He'll chat curiously with Yuuri about what kind of athletic regimen he kept during the season, nothing prying or all that personal. Yuuri is free to go off and do his own exercises or follow along with Victor, he's not pushing either way if the man needed the hour to himself.

Either way, Victor will collect him before going toward the steam room.

"Been drinking your water, Yuuri?"

He mostly takes the hour to himself. It's easier that way. He doesn't really feel as watched or judged and while he wouldn't necessarily say he needs a whole lot of time to himself, normally (he's usually alone anyway) it does feel nice to be able to just be quiet and by himself for a while and process everything while his body goes through the motions of things he remembers.

He goes through the thought of the banquet, first, the whole evening still something he completely doesn't remember. But it landed him here, with Victor. He's still a mess on that, and an hour isn't enough time to become not a mess about it. But... Victor's kind of exactly what he was expecting and kind of not. He's kind, but in a way where he seems completely oblivious to how much of a mess Yuuri is, not just ignoring it out of kindness, but completely oblivious.

And that's... new. He's never really met someone who didn't seem to even notice he was awkward, or would just laugh it off. And somehow, that keeps twisting him around oddly, where Victor himself is so weird or doesn't get it, and it doesn't feel stifling that way, the way someone caring for him in spite of him being awkward would be. It's... nice, actually. And having to confront all of it head on is speeding up him working his way through it. He's actually... kind of looking forward to the next few days, even though he knows he shouldn't.

He doesn't even notice the full hour has passed until Victor comes over and he looks down at his water bottle a little sheepishly,

"Probably not as much as I should have," he admits. "I got caught up," he drinks some more, but he's smiling.

"Fill it all the way back up for the steam room! You'll be sore all over again, if you sweat out enough to dehydrate." Victor motions him along toward the locker rooms, where there's a water fountain for topping off their bottle. There was also space to strip down and store their clothes. Victor's going right ahead with that, by the way. That obliviousness definitely extended to an utter lack of modesty, as well.

"You said your family runs a hot spring resort, didn't you?" he really doesn't think Yuuri will be scandalized, if he grew up around nudity in that kind of way. "That sounds divine, my apologies if these steam rooms don't compare."

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"I know I know," he apparently is actually capable of talking back a little bit, but it's clearly in good humor. He's filling up his water bottle on auto-pilot and doesn't really consider what's actually going on until he turns around to Victor taking off his shirt and everything just goes blank for a second. He knows he's staring but...

"Uh..." it's the best he can manage for a second, before his brain catches up with him.

He doesn't look scandalized.

Victor wasn't a shy man and he wasn't the most private minded, either. Sure, he'd posted plenty of (very tasteful!) near nudes on his profiles. Profiles Yuuri most definitely followed. Still, there's something real different between a carefully framed selfie and the man standing five feet from the man himself, as he slide his shorts and underwear off in real time. The grumble and stare get his attention and he'll shoot his gaze up to Yuuri. He follows the man's gaze and thinks it's on his back, so he reaches and touches his own skin curiously.

"Hmm? Don't tell me I have scratches or something..."

Well, technically he was looking at his back. Just not his upper back.

Any minute now. He would love for his brain to snap back into gear. Please?

"Why would you have scratches?" okay, that wasn't really what he was going for, but he'll take it. He's got his eyes higher than Victor's waist and he's not passing out. He'll take what victories he can get at this point.

As if Yuuri needed to bluescreen harder, Victor says with a simple kind of sigh.

"Christophe, probably!" l a u g h.

Yuuri turns tomato red at that and now isn't sure he actually possesses the ability to speak, thanks.

He's also still just standing there fully dressed, holding Victor's water bottle in both hands like it's some kind of talisman that's going to protect him from the fact that he's about to be naked with the man he's been obsessed with since before he knew what sex was. (Spoiler: it's not.)

He's also aware that's starting to get awkward, but he can't seem to get his brain to fully cooperate.

The sheer duration of Yuuri's awkward shifting and silence finally strikes Victor. Because he cannot read minds, he assumes Yuuri is trying to think about what happened (or didn't happen) between them.

"Oh, don't worry, they wouldn't be from you. Like I said, you went right to sleep. Not that I would have minded."

"Just another sign you get a gold medal for something?"

Wait. What?

No no no no no, he did not just say that. He did not just say that and he definitely did not just say that to a naked Victor Nikiforov. Nope. Nope nope nope. He's just going to follow that with a small squawk and hide behind the row of lockers to take off his clothing as quickly as humanly possible and pray that there's a towel somewhere to wrap around himself even though he already knows there isn't.

If Yuuri hadn't retreated, there definitely would have been a come in second joke, but alas.... he escapes before Victor can be flirtatiously snarky. Victor will drink down more of his water and fill it up again, going to find Yuuri after.

"The steam rooms are just through here, we'll have one to ourselves."

Escaping before Victor can be flirtatiously snarky seems to be something Yuuri is playing like a sport, unfortunately. It's strange, but it seems like the direct approach with him either fails spectacularly or suddenly opens up all kinds of interesting doors. Eventually, if he's actually thinking about it, Victor's going to figure out that the thing that seems to open doors is when Victor's both emotionally and physically direct at the same time. One without the other just seems to make Yuuri sputter and run away. Like now.

Luckily, he seems to have mostly gotten himself under some kind of control by the time Victor pokes his head around the locker room. And by "some kind of control" it means "not starting to get half hard after talking obliquely about sex with a beautiful naked man in a locker room".

"Uh, right. Okay," at least he sort of sounds normal to himself again now.

A cutesy curve of Victor's finger will beckon Yuuri to follow him. The private rooms to sit for a steam are beautiful, dark wood from floor to ceiling. There's a dial to turn on the steam and control the temperature of the room. Victor will lay out his towel on the floor.

"Do you know any yoga poses or do you just want to follow mine?"

There's that little flush again, the sweet one, at the finger crooking and he follows along. Victor doesn't seem to care that he's naked, but then, why would he? He probably sees lots of people naked. No big deal.

Oh yeah. Yoga, right.

"Uh... I know some things but it's probably better if I just follow yours?" somewhere along the way, he's gotten a towel and not immediately hidden himself in it. He doesn't know if that counts as progress or if he's just trying so hard to not either explode or look at Victor inappropriately.

"We'll start simple, sit down on the towel, the bare wood isn't very comfortable," Victor will sit down himself, a relatively modest position of his legs straight forward and pressed together. He'll reach his arms forward and stretch to hold the underside of his feet in his hands.

"This is a pretty common stretch, b-be sure you breathe," he'll follow his own advice, hushing up to hold the position.

He's aware enough of yoga to know this is probably going to get really awkward before it's over, but this, at least, is easy enough of a stretch, though he's definitely not used to not wearing anything while he's doing it. He finds he's a little more tense than normal, though that's probably to be expected, though he's still feeling worlds better than he was this morning, after the workout.

He's just awkward enough right now that he doesn't really trust his voice, so he just does the stretch like he's been instructed.

The nice thing about yoga, at least, is that once you get into a position it's all about settling in and breathing. Victor is uncharacteristically quiet and contemplative or so it seems. The air is warm and he relaxes as comfortably into the stretch as possible. A few minutes on this one and he'll straighten back up, sweat starting to prickle across his skin as the steam got the room hot. He'll look over to Yuuri with a smile.

"Drink some water," he'll remind the man, reaching for his own.

He's not used to doing this stretch for quite this long, so he's actually more than a little relieved when Victor calls time on that and reaches for his water gratefully. At least if he's having to struggle with this a bit, it means that he's not thinking about the particulars of what he's actually doing.

He's also not used to doing something like this in the heat, either, so he's kind of wondering if he's going to be able to get through it all. He doesn't complain yet, though, just returns the smile a little belatedly.

Victor will drink his water and then, adjust to stand up. He'll offer a hand to Yuuri to help him to his feet as well.

"Same position, but standing this time,"

He takes the hand up before he has a chance to think about it, which is good because he also doesn't have time to be awkward about it, either. He nods to the instruction, but adds,

"I probably won't be able to hold that one as long, all things considered," being hungover, he means. Having his head straight down like that has the potential to be pretty uncomfortable.

"As long as you're comfortable holding it, no reason to push your limits," Victor will rolls his shoulders, rubbing in some sweat with his hands before standing with his legs together and folding himself in half, head down. His palms are flat on the ground as he breathes in and out, or maybe moans is the word, for that strained, shuttering sound he makes. Oh well.

He can't tell if Yuuri is ogling him. Nor would he actually care. His legs and ass might as well be carved from marble, for all their perfect curves and definition.

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