When Victor had gently sat behind him that first night, a comb in hand and intent in his eyes, Yuri hadn't known what to think. But he also didn't move away, as he trusted Victor, and knew the man wouldn't do anything to hurt him, besides the whole waterfall training regimen. He also knew that Victor had no concept of personal space, and that made him a little nervous.
Having Victor around and having him as his coach, skating with him, talking with him, being friends with him. It wasn't just idolization now. It was like having a God around. A God of ice skating. And good hair. And good looks. And good everything actually.
'Ah why is he so close! Wait. Oh...'
Yuri blushed when Victor settled his knees by his hips, but his eyes drifted halfway closed by the warm fireside at the first touch of warm fingers in his slightly damp hair, brushing it away from his forehead. The taller, and slightly older man was intent on his set task, and began to run the comb through the soft, and warm black hair, combing it smooth and straight. The soft pull of the comb and the brush of warm fingers through his hair felt deliriously good, and Yuri let his warm brown eyes slip shut, enjoying the heat of the fire, and the still prominent sensation of cleanliness from the hot spring.
After a few minutes of really peaceful hair combing, Victor's accented voice reached his ears. The man spoke in a whisper, and Yuri realized he could smell him. Soft scent of male, hot water, and something naturally just Victor. He smelled amazing.
"Your hair is soft, Yuri." He turned to look at the Russian behind him, meeting those sea colored eyes, which made his brown ones melt in happiness and attraction.
"Not as soft as yours is. " He mumbled back, remembering the day he had briefly touched Victor's silky silver hair. The man blinked at him, and then smiled softly, coming to sit beside Yuri, basking in the warm glow of the fire. The wooden comb was in his hand, and a towel around his neck, as he had just gotten out of the spring too. Yuri glanced at the comb in Victor's hand, and blushed a shade of pink that he knew Victor loved to tease him about.
After a couple moments of deliberation, he slipped the comb from Victors loose grip and settled himself behind the taller man, tugging the towel from around his neck. Victor stiffened a bit, but when Yuri tentatively ran his fingers through those silver strands, the man melted into the soft touch, eyes closing and his back relaxing. Yuri gently sifted the comb through the silk of Victor's hair, combing the slightly tangled hair into smooth silver and making Victor melt into his unsure touch.
When the last knot was free, he pulled back slightly, unsure of what to do. Victor turned and gave him a smile and a peck to his cheek, pulling back so that their foreheads were touching. Yuri knew he was blushing, but the man he had feelings for had just kissed him.
Victor rested his hand on his, and said, earnestly,
"Thank you, Yuri."
