Jumping right into the explicit sexual content with this first chapter. The timeline for this story (and it's eventual length) will depend on how well it is received. There is definitely cursing this time around (a variation from the mild speech in Be My Chef, Yuuri) and it is also more sarcastic and humor driven. Don't worry, there is and will be plenty of fluff to go around. (Honestly, I can't help myself, fluff and humor is my bread and butter).
Happy Reading! (Also, thanks to queen-among-writers on Tumblr for encouraging me to post this here!) Also, there is fanart for this on my tumblr: n3rdlif343va
Hot sun bore into his suit-clad shoulders as he hauled his exhausted body over the cracking asphalt. Cars moved to his left, accelerating at speeds that were surely illegal for their small street, rumbling with the sounds of job security. The sunlight stung his eyes, a product of being contained in a windowless room for the majority of the working day and the glinting reflection from the rims of his glasses. In his right hand, his briefcase hung carelessly from limp fingers, the long leather strap dipping precariously toward the ground with each step. Swinging in his left hand were a set of keys, one for home, one for his car, and two for his office, the jangling of metal on metal the only sound registering in his dulled mind. Reaching the door, Yuuri paused to smile at the white and red block letters. Law Firm of Katsuki, Nikiforov & Chulanont, Attorneys at Law was neatly stenciled above each of their names, an inverted pyramid, which stood on its point in perfect absurd balance.
The office was quiet when Yuuri unlocked the door, mentally noting the schedule of his two partners as he dragged himself toward his personal office space, stripping off his suit jacket as he went. Flinging it onto the leather sofa, he dropped his briefcase onto the floor before flopping into his desk chair. It was also black leather, with amazing lumbar support, and easily the smartest, most decadent purchase Yuuri had ever made. The dark mahogany furniture had been a gift from his parents and the computer had been his first major credit card purchase after law school. It had taken the better half of a year to pay off, but it was worth it to have the fastest computer in the office. Leaning back to close his eyes, headache throbbing into his irises, Yuuri audibly groaned when his phone rang. For a split second he considered ignoring it, but in a small law firm, you answered the phone when it rang because calls meant business and business meant paying the bills. Fishing the singing devil device from his lapel pocket, Yuuri groaned louder at the name on the caller idea. Unlocking it with a bitter swipe of his thumb, Yuuri answered it with a singular "What?"
"Is that any way to greet people, Mr. Katsuki?"
Victor's voice teased him from the other end of the phone making Yuuri close his eyes to shove off the frustration. Victor was his best friend and one of his two law partners. He also knew how to push all of Yuuri's buttons with very little effort. "I saw your name on the phone, Mr. Nikiforov," he heard Victor's breath hitch slightly, as it always did when Yuuri was teasingly formal. "Now I repeat, what?" Victor's sly smile on the other end of the phone was almost audible.
"I've got a client coming in any minute now. You're going to have to cover it for me," Victor chuckled when Yuuri loudly groaned into the phone, "we're still in court, some of us went to court today." The full-body laugh rang loudly at his partner's growl.
"Yes and the four and a half hour deposition I sat through this morning, that was nothing important and certainly not exhausting," Yuuri rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance. As his client had confidently answered each question, never shying away from the false bravado of the opposing counsel, Yuuri had gleefully watched the wind deflate from the other attorney's sails. By the time they had left the conference room, the promise of a proposed settlement offer was on the table and the amount would keep their small firm in the black for the rest of the year. Considering it was only August, Yuuri marked that as a win.
"Are you even fucking listening to me?" Victor scolded in Yuuri's ear, his voice was joking even if his words were crude. It was comical how much they cursed when conversing with each other; neither of them ever daring to speak the same way in front of their families or their clients. The vulgar teasing was reserved for the three partners, a private dialogue that was both entertaining and irritating, depending on Yuuri's mood.
Yuuri rolled his eyes, "for fuck's sake, no, I'm not." He rolled his shoulders easing the tension as Victor laughed again, the sound vibrating through the phone to grind on all of Yuuri's remaining nerves. "Go pretend you're a lawyer, I'll see you later." Pulling the phone from his ear, Yuuri disconnected the call, tossing the slim black torture gadget onto his desk before dramatically sagging backwards into his chair.
"Good luck, it's a DUI. I know how you feel about criminals." Victor hadn't finished his mocking sentence when he realized that Yuuri had already hung up on him. Frowning slightly, he turned the phone off, sliding it into his briefcase. Yuuri was obviously in a mood today, one that couldn't be torn apart with jokes, and it made Victor slightly concerned as he settled back against the hardwood of the courtroom chair.
Phichit was seated on the edge of the seat next to him, regarding Victor with a single raised eyebrow. When Victor finally responded to the critical tuts being lobbed at his side, Phichit grinned while shaking his head. "You two fight like husbands, and I'm the only married one!" Idly, Phichit spun the wedding ring on his finger, smiling at it fondly before returning his accusing gaze to Victor's hanging head.
Victor knew where this discussion was leading, and his temperament was not in a place where he could handle Phichit's analyzing thoughts on his relationship with Yuuri. Sighing, Victor flipped through the papers on the table in front of him. "He's really damn frustrating, why did we decide we needed him for this firm again?"
They had started a year ago with the idea for an independent firm, both leaving the comfort of their state jobs to pursue the risky venture. Yuuri had come with them, leaving the public defender's office kicking and screaming, but he still decided to throw away the steady paycheck and join their little team. If Victor was going to be honest, which he would never be out loud, Yuuri was the sole reason their firm was still alive. In fact, with Yuuri on their team, the firm was actually making money. Again, not something Victor would ever say out loud, but the passive recognition was there.
"Without Yuuri, we wouldn't have the damn firm," Phichit nodded to the front of the courtroom, noting the entrance of the bailiff. "Deny it all you want, like you deny the rest of your feeli-" Phichit's statement was cut off as the law clerks filed in and the bailiff commanded the room to rise out of respect for the incoming judge.
Cracking his knuckles in competitive gesture, Victor stood with the rest of the courtroom, winking at his client who stood next to him looking terrified. Leaning down, Victor whispered into Phichit's ear, "Let the fun begin!" He let his own smirk escape as Phichit chuckled.
Victor loved every second of it, the showmanship of presenting his case, the monolog of opening and closing arguments, and the sheer joy of victory when a case went his way. It was even better when he was co-counseling with Phichit, their teamwork quickly becoming legendary in the world of criminal law. The courtroom was his stage, and he loved being the center of attention.
Watching the older judge shuffle into his seat, Victor bit back his grin, sliding his fingers under the notes he had made for the afternoon portion of their trial. The jury was set, the witnesses were lined up, and Victor was ready to add another tally to the win column on the chalkboard in his office. Knuckles cracking against his thigh one last time for good measure, Victor stood, addressing the court as his captive audience.
Yuuri sat rubbing his temples. Victor was infuriating. His laid back attitude was a direct contrast to Yuuri's own uptight efficient way of life, and Phichit had slid into the role of peace keeper out of necessity. Yuuri often wondered if Phichit felt like Chris Pratt controlling Victor and Yuuri velociraptors, a small smile cracking on his face at the mental image.
Along with being the center of the storm in their office, Phichit was also the only one who was relationship competent. His husband, Seung-gil, being one of the coolest men on the planet. Yuuri was always grateful for his company, especially when Victor dragged in whatever man-bimbo of the month he was currently getting into. It was a constant source of harassment that Yuuri never brought men around when they spent time together socially, but that was mostly because there were no men to bring around. His heart had been stomped on enough during his small attempts at dating and he wasn't going to chance getting hurt again, even with the husbands Chulanont's continuous pleas to set him up.
They were all friends, slipping into their weird balance without struggle or conscious effort. Late night study sessions during law school, cold pizza at five a.m. before the bar exam, and long alcohol-induced debates about life had all brought them together in an unshakable trio. Even when they had been sitting on opposite sides of the courtroom, Phichit and Victor as prosecuting as district attorneys and Yuuri as defending each client with his whole heart, they had maintained their bond. Their existence, even when Victor was intolerable, was the center of Yuuri's whole world and when they had asked him to join their firm, the hesitation had been minimal. Going out on their own was a terrifying concept, but Yuuri had been worn down in his job and aching to explore other areas of the law.
Now that he had escaped the overflowing workload of the public defender's office, Yuuri found his patience for criminals no longer existed. There had always been a handful of clients who truly wanted Yuuri's help, and he had thrown himself at those cases, preserving his sanity by helping every person who was willing to work to save themselves. Unfortunately, the vast majority of his caseload was filled with people who didn't want to get out of their own way, they merely wanted Yuuri to get them off their current charges so they could go rack up new ones. It was frighteningly frustrating to watch the same faces circle through his office again and again, and Yuuri felt the strands of his sanity snapping with each passing day. He was always determined to help anyone who was willing to help themselves, but he had learned quickly that his efforts were mostly a solo adventure.
Yuuri had found his nerves frayed and unable to continue to tackle criminal law, an acknowledged fault of his own and not a reflection on their current client base. Even smaller cases, like Victor's newest DUI client, were a source of irrational irritation. Law school had taught them all that everyone deserved fair and equal representation, but after two years of constant excuses and lies, Yuuri had lost his will to fight on behalf of the defendants of the world. Knowing this, he stuck with all the detail-oriented cases, helping guide his partners in their criminal law work only when they needed his assistance to prep a defense. That had been the deal when he agreed to partner up with them and form their own firm, no more criminals for Yuuri.
His biased frustration mounted knowing that another DUI client who wanted to know how fast he or she could get his or her license back would be waltzing through his door at any minute. Being trapped in a conference room all morning had not helped Yuuri's level of patience, and neither did Victor's arrogant assumptions on his time. Yuuri slipped a yellow pad out of his briefcase and grabbed a pen, anticipating the arrival of his next round of misery. He didn't even know if the person was a man or woman, let alone their name. Unprepared and exasperated, he stood from the desk to respond to the ringing bell above the glass front door.
"Hello?" a voice called from the lobby. There was something familiar about the accent, but Yuuri brushed it off, standing from his chair with a grumpy sigh.
Yuuri briefly adjusted his dress shirt and tie, replacing his suit jacket over his slim shoulders before walking around the wall. His heart thudded into his stomach. Unfortunately, no one needed to tell him the client's name, as he distinctly remembered it as soon as he saw the familiar undercut hairdo and the unmistakably cocky jut of the other man's hip. Covering his shock with a bland expression, Yuuri reached a hand out to the man standing in the foyer. "Hello, my name is Yuuri," he saw the recognition cross the familiar face but pretended not to notice, "Victor is stuck in court, so you will be meeting with me." He turned on his heel leading the man toward his office. It was with great displeasure that Yuuri resigned himself to having his ass stared at, moving as quickly as possible without breaking into an actual run. As they entered the small room, he motioned to a chair, hearing the other man drop into it with a thud. Situating himself behind the desk, Yuuri ignored the small smile knowingly tugging on the conceited face now positioned with a slight lean over the desk and mildly invading Yuuri's space. He was absolutely going to murder Victor as soon as he saw him. And then he was going to defend himself in court and get away with it.
"I'm okay with being stuck with you, Mr. Yuuri," the voice was low and husky, just as Yuuri remembered it, making him feel the anger coming up in his chest. "Do you know why I'm here?"
"DUI, correct?" he wasn't looking up from his pad, "Your first one?"
"Yes, sir."
Yuuri could feel the grayish blue eyes studying his stiff movements causing him to repress the urge to squirm. Without looking up, he motioned to request a continuance of the explanation.
"It was really a dumb mistake, my mother's car broke down and I went to get her without considering how much I had to drink." Elbows braced forward onto the desk, the client's fingers moving dangerously close to Yuuri's resting left hand.
"Hm," sounded innocent enough to Yuuri, even if the encroaching hand seemed to have anything but innocent intentions. Drawing his hand back toward his chest, Yuuri cleared his throat and said, "which county?"
"This one, sir."
He didn't miss the emphasis on the last word. It was a feat of epic restraint not to roll his eyes. "So, let's go over some basics, what's your name?"
"Do you need to ask me that?" Muscular shoulders pushed forward, laser focused eyes now peering at Yuuri's face in an intense stare.
Looking up, Yuuri raised an eyebrow at him, "let's just get through this, Victor will be your attorney, but since he can't be here, we need to go through this in the same way you would with him." His gaze never wavered from the intruding eyes. Too many years of dealing with real, hardened criminals had given Yuuri the ability to block all emotion from his face.
"Alright, then," sitting back, clasping his hands together, "Jean-Jacques Leroy. But everyone calls me JJ. But you already know that." The flirty tone seemed excruciatingly purposeful as JJ's foot searched for Yuuri's under the desk.
Recoiling his leg, avoiding JJ's attempts for physical contact, Yuuri refocused on the computer screen in from of him. Yuuri knew his façade was only going to hold up for a little while longer, straining against the insinuating leer burning into his skin. "Any other criminal history?" Wiggling his mouse, Yuuri brought up the state website, prepared to type JJ's name into the search engine to verify he was being told the truth. Given Yuuri's personal knowledge of JJ's inability to do so, the name was typed into the search box before JJ could even answer.
"No, I have never done anything wrong," JJ raised an eyebrow at Yuuri, "well maybe one thing, but I completely regret that mistake."
Pursing his lips together, Yuuri reviewed the single set of charges on JJ's record. Even if it was the first time, he was telling the truth, the only thing on his record was the DUI.
"Alright, well, this is going to be simple, call this number," Yuuri ripped off a sheet from a nearby pad advertising a treatment center. "Even if you don't think you need to go, the court wants to know that you have at least been evaluated for a potential problem." Jotting on his pad, Yuuri ignored how JJ's fingers had attempted to reach his when he handed over the paper. "There will be two hearings, one to decide the outcome of the charges and another regarding your license, Victor will handle both, calling you the day before to prep for each hearing individually. You need to make your evaluation appointment as soon as possible, you have a week until your first hearing date, so you're cutting it really close," Yuuri sighed, looking at JJ again, finding the intruding stare to be even more intense than a few minutes ago. "It's twenty five hundred dollars for a DUI, including the second hearing. Do you want to take care of all of it now or make payments? The entire fee is due prior to the first hearing." Talking money was his least favorite part of running their own firm. A necessary evil, Victor always said. The thought of Victor and his playful wink flickered through Yuuri's mind making him frown.
"I'm good now, credit card?" JJ leaned up, intentionally raising his crotch in Yuuri's direction. If JJ was trying to tempt him in some way, he was barking up the wrong tree. By nature, Yuuri only made mistakes once and he certainly wasn't repeating the one involving the egotistical prick currently boring lustful looks into his face from across the desk. JJ snapped the piece of plastic onto the large desk and Yuuri internally congratulated himself for not jumping at the sound.
"That's fine," he collected the card, leaning slightly behind the desk to run it through the machine. "Sign here and here."
JJ took the slip of paper from Yuuri's fingers clicking the pen open and signing his name on the last line of the page. He then signed the retainer agreement acknowledging the terms Yuuri had explained. "That's it?" he seemed slightly confused by the quick meeting.
"Yup, all done," Yuuri stood indicating the door, sighing again when he realized JJ was going to require him to walk the bastard out. Again finding himself perilously walking in front of his most vile quasi-ex, Yuuri counted backwards from one hundred to keep the need to get sick under control. "Thanks for coming in, Victor will be in touch." He put his hand out to shake JJ's, as he did with every client.
JJ glanced down at the outstretched hand, slipping his own into it, and simultaneously yanking Yuuri toward him.
He stumbled, ready to voice his protest when Yuuri's words were stolen from his mouth as JJ's greedy lips descended, JJ's free hand aggressively grabbing the back of Yuuri's head to hold him in place. In a brief moment of complete insanity, or potentially sexual frustration, Yuuri started to kiss the asshole back. JJ's hand was knotted in Yuuri's hair, their joined hands pressed between their bodies. The only body part conveying how Yuuri truly felt about the situation was his free hand, which was balled into a fist and noticeably ready to strike at any moment.
"What in the actual fuck?" Victor's harsh statement cut through the room, Phichit making uncomfortable noises next to him. Although his voice was controlled, Victor's hand shook his briefcase against his leg, taking in the scene in the foyer with narrowing eyes. They had easily won their case, and Victor had bounded into the office to declare his victory to Yuuri. Instead, his vision was violated by the sight of Yuuri being man-handled by a vaguely familiar brute of a man. Victor's entire being had responded to it, his physical restraint tipping dangerously toward uncontrolled when Phichit wrapped a firm hand over his bicep. Brows pulled tight together, Victor leaned forward, ready and looking for a fight.
JJ dropped his hands grinning while rounding on the two men who had entered the small office. "Which one of you is Victor?" JJ extended his hand, pulling Victor's free hand into a squeezing shake, seemingly unworried by the angry look of the man who would be his attorney. "Hell of a partner you have, look forward to working with you, man." JJ walked out with a small salute in Yuuri's direction and a wide grin plastered across his face.
Taking advantage of the distracted glares at JJ's back, Yuuri ran for his office, attempting to close the door when it was blocked by a slender hand composed of long, elegant fingers. "I meant what I said," Victor sounded angry and Yuuri had zero patience left for him or his attitude, "what in the actual fuck was that? You can't make out with clients, Katsuki!"
Phichit appeared at Victor's side, now appearing more amused than angry. Phichit always looked amused when they bickered, no matter how loud the bickering became. "I wasn't making out with him," Yuuri didn't look up when he heard Victor scoff, "okay, maybe slightly I was, but I didn't mean to." Stopping briefly, Yuuri put both of his hands on his desk. "It's a long story, but he is your problem now. Trust me, that won't be happening again." The kiss didn't shake him up, it was only a kiss and he couldn't care less about JJ and his obnoxious existence. Victor's anger and upset over the situation, that was another matter entirely. When he got over being angry, he would tease Yuuri mercilessly and Yuuri wasn't in the mood for that either.
"It better not happen again!" Victor realized how he sounded, but he couldn't stop himself. Seeing Yuuri being mauled was an occurrence that he wasn't going to take lightly. "Seriously, what were you thinking?"
Yuuri slammed his bag down on the desk. "What is with you?" He was shouting now too, even more irritated watching Phichit silently laugh at the two of them. Phichit had gotten over his annoyance of their fighting within the first month and instead found extensive amusement in their never-ending need to quarrel. "He kissed me, seconds before you walked in, and I would have decked him if you hadn't walked in and saved him from physical violence. Phichit says clients flirt with me all the damn time, you think I can't handle myself?" According to Phichit, Yuuri was too nice or too naïve to notice the way the clients looked at him. According to Yuuri, Phichit was nuts.
It wasn't helping the buzzing in Victor's head to hear Yuuri talking about being hit on. Victor didn't find it nearly as amusing as Phichit did. "Whatever, you shouldn't put yourself in that kind of situation!" He flinched knowing Yuuri was going to let him have it now. In his disorganized haste to relieve the anger swimming inside of him, Victor had tossed himself directly into Yuuri's very accurate crosshairs.
Yuuri pushed out of his own office, resisting the urge to shove Victor as he walked passed him, and narrowly missing Phichit with an attempted elbow to his other partner's side. "YOU put me in that situation. You didn't even tell me the guy's name, how the hell was I supposed to know?" Yuuri snagged a bottle of water from their small fridge, wishing that they still had alcohol in the office. "I'm going home," he paused at the door, "are we still good for tonight?" He didn't turn around to see the relief on Victor's face or the confusion on Phichit's.
"Yes, meet me at my place at 6:30, we'll uber together and write it off." Victor hated when Yuuri changed conversational directions like that. Yuuri never let him finish an argument on his own terms. Really, Yuuri never finished any argument. With an exaggerated wave at Yuuri's back, Victor's attempt to silently convey his frustration to Phichit brought him stumbling back against the wall.
"Fine. Bye," Yuuri walked out without looking back at either of his partners, letting the door slam behind him as he escaped into the blazing afternoon sun.
"What's tonight?" Phichit quipped. He was leaning back on the wall observing his best friends and partners wondering how long until whatever was going on between Victor and Yuuri would finally blow up completely or blow over entirely.
"Fundraiser," Victor pushed from the wall, letting his bag drop on the floor as he grabbed a bottle of water and tossed one to Phichit. "I didn't ask you about it because I know Seung-gil's parents are in town. It's good to show our faces though, and Yuuri agreed with that fact, at least." His tone was still full of unreleased frustration. It was horrible the way that Yuuri could wind him up so quickly, pushing and pulling Victor's sanity like a beaten yo-yo.
Phichit wandered toward his own office. "You two should really bang one out and be done with it, ya know?" He chuckled at the shocked looked on his friend's face. "I mean, maybe then you could settle the hell down. The sexually tensed arguing is out of control." The door to Phichit's office snapped shut, leaving Victor standing dumb-founded in the middle of the hallway still trying to think of a comeback to Phichit's statement.
The music was loud and the windows were rolled down in Yuuri's car allowing the wind to whip through to steal his voice as he belted out the lyrics to yet another song. His nerves were ringing through his body and had been since the moment he had walked out of the office that afternoon. There was nothing Yuuri liked less than events where he was forced to shake hands while wearing a fake smile and sucking up to everyone around him. Except maybe attending these events with the one man who could wind him tighter than a finely tuned guitar string.
Taking an hour to get ready, Yuuri had dragged his feet getting dressed for as long as possible. The event wasn't until 7:30 and he felt it was completely unneeded to arrive a full hour early at Victor's place. An uber ride would take 15 minutes, they could walk it in 30 if they had to. Not turning down the radio, he whipped into Victor's driveway, parking in the same spot he always did.
Unlike his two bedroom apartment, both Victor and Phichit had invested in houses. Phichit and Seung-gil had a really nice four bedroom house about twenty minutes from Yuuri's apartment, an easily drivable distance to anywhere they could ever want to go within the borders of their town. Victor's smaller but equally as nice house was less than ten minutes from Yuuri. At the epicenter of their separate abodes, was the small rental space which occupied their quaint office. It was less than three miles from Yuuri's apartment, making it possible for him to run there on days that he felt motivated. Their town wasn't remarkable small, but they had reduced their living area to the circumference of approximately fifteen miles. Finally dragging himself from the car, Yuuri climbed the few steps to Victor's front door, hand raised to knock when the door flew open.
"You're late." Victor's eyes took in Yuuri's red dress shirt, tight black dress pants, and slicked back hair. Yuuri had chosen to wear contacts, his brown eyes sparkling and wide without the blue rims to block their splendid appearance. Victor felt an emotion scarily close to desire, even as Yuuri's gorgeous eyes narrowed at him.
"Can we not?" Yuuri still had a headache. Singing in the car hadn't cured it. A cold shower hadn't fixed it. Victor's snarky remarks certainly weren't going to be the solution Yuuri was looking for. Victor held a hand out, inviting Yuuri to enter the house. Sliding past him, Yuuri noticed without making a remark that he hadn't be given enough space to pass Victor without touching him.
Hesitating only slightly, Victor put a hand on the small of Yuuri's back. Phichit's words were still bouncing around in Victor's head and had been for the entire afternoon as Victor had uselessly paced through the hallway in his home. Victor knew Yuuri's snuggly fitting red dress shirt, opened over his chest with the neglect of two buttons, wasn't going to help get rid of them. "How about some liquid courage? I know you hate this kind of event." Easing himself away from Yuuri, Victor took the distance he needed to calm his nerves, circling back toward the impressively large in-home bar.
Glancing over his shoulder, Yuuri saw that Victor was completely sincere and not at all teasing. It was disarming the way Victor was watching him, Yuuri's brow furrowed trying to figure out when the punchline would come. "You know what, yes, something strong, whiskey?" Whether Victor was teasing or not, Yuuri needed something to take the edge off heading into a night of fake smiles and over-the-top schmoozing.
Snicker permanently planted on Victor's face, he moved behind the bar, lifting two tumblers with one hand while retrieving the bottle with the other, placing everything in a neat line on counter of polished wood. With a specific motive in mind, Victor turned toward the small freezer to retrieve ice, bending at the waist to expose the stretch of his own well-tailored dress pants over his ass. "Wanna sit in here or on the loungers?" It was weird not to fight with Yuuri, but also kind of nice to exist in a world where they weren't in a constant state of moderate to severe combat. When they were younger, their relationship had still contained the constant banter, but there had been more laughter than had been present in the last year.
"Loungers, definitely," Yuuri looked at his feet. Victor's smooth bend had been hard to ignore, the sculpted shape of his backside making Yuuri's mouth feel unusually dry. "Also, I'm taking off these damn shoes. What time is the car coming?" Yuuri stepped out of his lifted dress shoes and he couldn't help but laugh at the height difference. Victor patted him on the head, laughing harder when Yuuri swatted at him. There was a smile on Yuuri's face though, and Victor found that he genuinely enjoyed finally seeing it aimed in his direction again.
"It'll be here at 7:15, this place is right down the street," Victor handed over an iced whiskey glass, as he swung the bottle and his own glass, motioning toward the more comfortable chairs, "that gives us about 30 minutes since someone was late." He grinned when Yuuri stuck his tongue out at him.
"And you'll never let it die," Yuuri rolled his eyes while taking a long swig. There was no spurting. Yuuri enjoyed his alcohol strong, and took time to enjoy it now, knowing he would switch to something lighter once they reached the fundraiser. "You don't have any idea what it takes to look like this," Yuuri dramatically floated his hand over his well-dressed body, "I didn't wake up like this you know." Jokingly Yuuri clinked his glass to Victor's as he sat down in the opposite chair.
"And you think I wake up like this?" Victor couldn't resist making Yuuri laugh again, and pulled a duck face with a carefully placed hand twirling into his silver fringe. "This much gorgeous doesn't just happen, sweetheart." He laughed openly with Yuuri, once again hearing Phichit in his head, making him shift weirdly in his seat. "So, wanna tell me about my new client?" Not that Victor wanted the details which would explain the man's actions, but his masochistic brain couldn't avoid asking the question.
Yuuri scowled into his drink, "not if you are preparing for round-one-million-and-twelve or whatever we are up to," he glanced at Victor seeing the mild shake of his silver fringe. "Fine, you win." Yuuri downed his glass and tipped it for Victor to fill again. "I met JJ in a bar, like four years ago or something. We were in our second year of law school, right around the time you started seeing Derek, or Dean, or one of the eight thousand guys you dated that year." Yuuri cleared his throat, checking himself on the bizarrely jealous ring to his words. "We had a fling, maybe a week or something, and then he freaked out about… " Yuuri paused, not wanting to tell Victor the real reason, "…about something and then that was it. Never heard from him again." Yuuri's story was vague and he was hoping Victor would let him get away with it. There had been other details to the massive blow out that was the end of JJ, but Yuuri felt those were somehow less important in that moment. He slugged his drink back in avoidance of analyzing any of his own motives or thoughts.
Victor considered Yuuri's avoidance of the details over the top of his drink. They had known each other since undergrad, meeting Phichit in the first year of law school, all of them becoming fast friends over the top of thick law books and piles of used highlighters. Yuuri and his friendship was equal parts amazingly candid and full of irrational conflict. It kept him on his toes and he liked it that way. He didn't like that Yuuri seemed to be hiding something from him now though. "What did that jerk freak out about?"
Yuuri raised an eyebrow. "JJ saw me with some friends and was convinced I was in love with one of them." He looked at the ice in his glass as if it was the most important entity on the planet. There was no way he was going to look Victor in his smug eyes at that moment.
Gulping his drink, Victor pondered this new information. Yuuri had a lot of friends in undergrad and law school, and even more admirers, although he never really seemed to notice the latter. Sometimes Victor had felt he was on Yuuri's periphery but Yuuri had always invited him out and included him in everything he did. Victor was quickly reviewing every member of their friend group trying to come up with anyone that would be cause for that ridiculous guy to be freaked out. He came up empty. "Well, he's an idiot then, huh?" Victor watched Yuuri run a finger on the rim of the whiskey glass, more intrigued by the idle movement than he should have been.
"Obviously, he's an idiot," brown eyes innocently looked up at Victor under impossibly long eyelashes, "he hired you as his lawyer."
Throwing a peanut at Yuuri, Victor's laughter bounced against his partner's in the small room, Yuuri's laughter coming easier now as his nerves were being washed away in a bath of whiskey. Victor loved when Yuuri relaxed, the thought burning knowing holes in his brain and making his stomach flutter. Damnit Phichit, Victor cursed internally, shoving all the lingering thoughts away. Forcing a change in subject, Victor flexed from his seat, standing while extending a hand in Yuuri's direction. "Uber will be here soon. Ready for a night of fun?"
Unfolding his legs from underneath his butt, Yuuri stood with his hand lightly braced in Victor's. Feeling the numbness in his legs, Yuuri wobbled slightly, his other hand reaching out to catch on Victor's elbow. He felt the giggle bubble out of him as he attempted to regain control of his unsteady limbs, the pins and needles creating tingling sensations throughout his calves.
Instinctively, Victor put an arm around Yuuri's waist, bringing their bodies dangerously close as he laughed at Yuuri's unsteadiness. His laughter became breathy when Yuuri looked up at him. His resolve snapped. Phichit's casual taunts were now screaming into his brain, his own body desperately demanding him to make a move. Momentarily losing his mind, Victor leaned in, pressing his lips to Yuuri's in an intimate and breath-taking first kiss.
Yuuri's brain went off like fireworks. Big red ones that told him to turn around and run from this situation as fast as possible. His body, however, decided it had other plans, and turned square to Victor, letting one hand slip up into the head of ridiculously soft hair.
Victor's brain was barely letting broken thoughts seep in. When Yuuri pulled away, Victor immediately felt like a piece of him was missing. Scolding himself for the implications of that thought, Victor ran a hand through his hair. Nine years. Victor had known Yuuri for nine years and decided to kiss him for the first time on a night when he was slightly tipsy, they were headed for a fundraiser for two and a half hours, and Victor had watched him play tonsil hockey with another guy a few hours earlier. Oh and they had become business partners less than a year ago. Victor may have been at the top of his law class, but it was obvious that he was a complete and total moron.
Yuuri took a step back. Thoughts were swirling in his head while his body hummed. He had kissed his best friend and business partner. He had given in to Victor's advances, as easily as he had given into JJ's. It was official, Yuuri declared himself a world class idiot. Lost in his own private turmoil, he jumped when Victor's cell phone beeped.
In a blind haze, Victor pulled his phone from his pocket. "Our ride," were the only two words he could muster. Silently, he placed the glasses in the bar sink as Yuuri slipped his shoes back on. They walked to the car, the only talking occurring between Victor and the driver. Yuuri stared out of the window for the short car ride, refusing to look at his cab mate.
Two hours had passed since they had arrived at the bar which was home to this week's fundraiser. Yuuri had come to the realization halfway through the night that he had no idea what cause was being supported. It had made him chuckle into his champagne glass, gaining him more than a few weird looks.
Currently, he was standing with a group of female lawyers who were all talking about how chauvinistic male attorneys could be. Yuuri nodded along, thinking about Victor and Phichit, knowing that for all of their faults, he was pretty lucky to have them as partners. While all of his female colleagues complained about the way the male attorneys treated them, he internally acknowledged the level of respect his partners treated everyone with on a daily basis. Minus Victor screaming at Yuuri today about JJ, and their tendency to fight over mundane useless stuff, they had a well-functioning firm built on the foundations of friendship and respect. That respect extended to everyone they dealt with, a fact that made Yuuri blister with pride.
A passing mental note reminded Yuuri to also exclude the life-altering kiss that Victor had laid on him a couple of hours ago, which was certainly not professional in any way. He snickered into the slim edge of his glass as the conversation switched to sexual advances, oddly relating to the thoughts banging around in his own head. Sexual harassment was not a topic they discussed in their firm, none of them caring about innuendos or explicit humor throughout the entire course of their friendship. Their mutual humor hadn't changed or matured in the time of their joint business ownership, although they had finally learned to tone it down in front of clients.
Yuuri's mind wandered back to the exact moment his lips had touched Victor's, the memory temporarily rendering him speechless as the ghosts of sensations haunted his skin. Searching the bar, he found Victor standing with a group of younger attorneys, looking stunningly confident as he laughed easily with the group. When he caught his eye, Victor tipped his drink at Yuuri and winked. Between the champagne and the memories from Victor's living room, the blush on Yuuri's cheeks was entirely unavoidable.
"How do you get any work done?"
Victor turned to the curly-haired attorney on his left. "Pardon?" He sipped his drink. He knew what Chris was getting at, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear it.
"Yuuri is your partner, right? Does he dress like that at the office?" Chris was unabashedly staring across the bar at the now oblivious Yuuri. Victor found that he wasn't very fond of it. Knitting his brows together, he slowly realized that he had never really been fond of anyone who looked at Yuuri the way Chris was.
"Yuuri tends to dress the same all the time, unless we aren't working, then it's mostly jeans and t-shirts." Victor sparred a glance in his partner's direction, regretting it when he watched Yuuri laugh. His laugh was easily one of Victor's favorite sounds in the world, even if he was only just now willing to acknowledge it. The realization of where exactly his thoughts were headed was enough to knock him off his feet. Holding it together enough to refocus on what Chris was saying, Victor resisted the urge to sneer at the young man.
Chris licked his lips in a grotesque manner. "Yeah, I definitely wouldn't be getting any work done. I might go talk to him though. Rumor has it he had Dave by the balls this morning in deposition. Guy looked ready to hang himself when he got back to the office." Chris waved the bartender over asking for a refill and one of whatever Yuuri was drinking. "I wouldn't mind if Yuuri had me by the balls, if you know what I mean." Chris nudged him, and Victor resisted the new urge to deck him outright. He didn't say anything when Chris walked across the bar, approaching Yuuri with an offered drink. He did sigh in relief when Yuuri took a step backwards, introducing another man to Chris. When Yuuri turned to make a face at him behind Chris's back, he snorted into his drink. Yup, he was probably a goner, he thought pathetically. A little voice in the back of his head, sounding remarkably like Phichit, told him maybe it had always been that way.
Yuuri glanced at his watch, internally sighing with relief knowing that the event was almost over. He couldn't wait to get home and crash in his bed. Tomorrow was finally Saturday and he was looking forward to cuddling his poodle while watching copious amounts of NetFlix. Yuuri felt Victor next to him before he heard the purr of Victor's voice. "Ready to get out of here?" Victor's words skimmed the back of Yuuri's neck, making goosebumps ripple over his skin. Swallowing hard, he nodded, relieved to have the suggested escape and unable to control the mild shake of his body. Yuuri turned to say his goodbyes to the other attorneys closest to him, momentarily pushing away his misguided need to lean back into Victor. As the formalities were completed, they walked out of the bar into the cooling night.
"Did you call for a ride?" Yuuri was peering around, unsure in his alcohol haze if any of the cars were there for them. As long as he kept the level of alcohol consumed to a limited amount, Yuuri's need for control allowed him to drink in public without showing the effects of said drinks. The first minute he relaxed, however, usually brought the alcohol crashing down around his uninhibited head.
"Yup, can't have your clumsy drunken ass stumbling all the way home," Victor pushed Yuuri softly to prove his point, chuckling when Yuuri tried to awkwardly prevent himself from falling. "And I'm not carrying you." The glancing thought of how adorable Yuuri looked, face beginning to flush as he giggled, had Victor breathing through his own rapidly increasing desires. His phone pinged in his hand, and he directed Yuuri to the waiting car, relived to have a momentary distraction from his swirling thoughts.
Earlier they had ridden in silence to the bar, uncomfortable and unsure of what to say to each other. Now they found themselves surrounded in quiet again, but in a different form. Instead of isolated to separate sides of the car, they were sitting close, Yuuri's head resting on Victor's shoulder. Bravely, Victor placed a hand on Yuuri's knee, rubbing softly. The little noise Yuuri made went straight to Victor's alcohol clouded mind doing weird things to his thought process. Throughout the night, they had each independently contemplated the kiss and their body language served as proof as to where they had landed on the matter.
"If you did that to my feet, I would be really happy," Yuuri pouted at the end of his legs, "stupid make-me-taller-so-I-can-be-more-intimidating shoes." He heard the ridiculous sentence escape his mouth, pouting harder as he registered the alcohol beginning to affect him. Yuuri flicked his shoes off, sighing back against Victor with his bottom lip still poked out.
That little pout was not helping Victor avoid wanting to restart their living room kiss. His brain told him to back off, and yet he had no desire to listen. If they weren't on solid ground after almost a decade of chaos filled squabbling and friendship, then they never would be. His drunk brain told him that made perfect sense. "I will when we get back, promise." What the heck was wrong with his voice? He sounded like he was trying to seduce Yuuri. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the thought that he was trying to seduce Yuuri swam around, but he tried to force that part down.
"I'm not rubbing yours though," Yuuri giggled when the driver chortled in the front seat. He had no doubt that the driver was starting to wonder if the backseat was going to become x-rated. Dropping his gaze, Yuuri studied the neckline of his shirt to avoid concentrating on Victor's fingers which were still massaging the area near his knee. Suddenly self-conscious, Yuuri sat up, pulling at the plunge in his dress shirt. Face crinkling as he looked up at Victor, his pout deepened with his barely contained jutted bottom lip. "You could have warned me that my nipples were basically hanging out."
Victor could pretend that he hadn't noticed the dangerous dip in Yuuri's shirt, brought on by the careless release of a third button, but he wasn't up for the lie. Peering down at the beautifully rich brown eyes with one eyebrow raised, Victor smirked, "why would I do that? You do know that I am a man, right?"
Shoving Victor with his shoulder, Yuuri stiffened only slightly when the strong arm circled his upper half. "Man, more like boy," he tried to focus on Victor's face and not on Victor's fingers which were now trailing up and down on his arm, "I can't recall you every really growing up."
"Oh and you have?" Victor meant it as a joke, but it came out sounding ready for a fight. He mentally face-palmed himself for potentially breaking the mood that had been building since they slipped into the car.
"That's right, I have!" Yuuri crossed his arms, unfortunately for him, it pulled the fabric on his dress shirt, once again exposing the very edges of his nipples.
Victor knew Yuuri was anal retentive, but even for him a finely shaved chest was a bit shocking. Not that Victor was complaining. His eyes lingered on Yuuri's bare skin, briefly contemplating what it would taste like, and making the last few minutes of the car ride pass in a blur. The car pulled to the front of Victor's house, and he closed out the transaction with the driver as Yuuri slipped his shoes back on. Together they walked toward the house, Victor pulling Yuuri back to him when Yuuri went to veer off toward his car.
"What are you doing, Victor?" Yuuri's voice was slightly slurred now that they had stopped drinking and were away from the crowd, his anxiety levels had decreased letting the alcohol really set in. His head was fuzzy, but he wasn't completely wasted, and Yuuri was enjoying the happy medium between total drunkenness and absolute sobriety.
"Not letting you drive," he had a hand around Yuuri's waist, forcing himself not to think about how perfectly their bodies fit together. "I really don't feel like representing you as you would be the biggest pain in the ass client I have ever had." They bumped together as they made their way up the stairs. "I have the room, so why don't you stay. I'll let you borrow a hoodie." He knew after all their years of friendship that his clothes were Yuuri's weakness. Victor could always get him to shut up and stop arguing by offering up a soft hoodie or an oversized t-shirt. When it came to soft fabrics, blankets, sweatshirts, and socks, Yuuri was easily distracted almost like a cat looking for a place to snuggle. Although Yuuri was more curvy than small, Victor was still remarkably bigger than him. It was a charming sight to see his clothes swimming on Yuuri's smaller frame, and Victor found the mental image irresistible at the moment.
"Only if I can have clean boxers too," Yuuri was too busy ridding himself of his torturous footwear to see Victor's reaction to his request, "and foot rubs." When they had briefly been roommates, the exchanging of all clothes, including underwear had been a normal occurrence, along with Yuuri's demands for foot rubs after long days of lugging across campus. Even in his partially aroused, fractionally inebriated state, Yuuri didn't think twice about his demand of Victor's clothing or physical attention.
"So many damn demands!" As Victor spoke he reached into the hall closet and brought out a large sweatshirt bearing the name of their undergraduate alma mater. It was now impossible to hide the glimmer of lust sparkling in the heated teasing. Try as he might, Victor couldn't stop himself from continuing. "Do we have a deal?"
Yuuri moaned slightly, eager to get out of the uncomfortable confines of his dress clothes. "Yes, deal, but don't freak out, because I'm definitely not wearing anything under that thing." He was facing away from Victor when he said it, completely missing the pained expression which covered Victor's face.
"Boxers are upstairs," Victor shrugged out of his suit jacket and hung it in the closet, placing Yuuri's shoes and his on a small stepstool by the front door. "This way." Not letting himself think, he laced his fingers through Yuuri's leading their way up the stairs.
Maybe because the alcohol was sloshing around a bit in Yuuri's brain, maybe because he was hearing JJ's past accusations at the back of his mind all night, or maybe simply because Victor had a fabulous ass, but whatever the reason, Yuuri was thinking about kissing him again the entire way up the stairs. As they entered Victor's room, Yuuri's hand dropped to his side when Victor moved across the room. Hand on his hip, Yuuri contemplated his partner. Had Victor always moved so elegantly? The swift steps had been even and silent, taking Victor away from him with undeniable grace. A feeling deep inside of him stirred as he watched Victor's slight bend over the dresser, a waking beast ready to rage through Yuuri's self-imposed control.
When Victor spun around, boxers in hand, he was startled by Yuuri's facial expression. "What's wrong with your face?" He didn't want to fight with Yuuri, but Victor had no idea what else to do. Yuuri's cheeks were beautifully flushed, stunningly accented by Yuuri's deep brown eyes and stark black hair. Without the obstruction of Yuuri's glasses, Victor was able to focus on the delicate eyelashes, sweeping over Yuuri's cheeks with every blink. Feeling his own breath catching, Victor leaned back against the dresser, praying that Yuuri would speak.
"What's wrong with yours?" Yuuri retorted raising an eyebrow at him. "Never mind, there aren't enough hours left in this day to answer that." He giggled when Victor threw the boxers at him. Catching them in his left hand, Yuuri's nose caught the scent that was unmistakably Victor, a mixture of Downy detergent and Old Spice cologne. Desperate to give his needy body some reprieve, he wracked his brain for a new topic of conversation. "Hey," he looked down at his bare feet wiggling his toes to relieve some of the ache, "did you tell Chris it was ok to hit on me tonight?" It was the first thought that came to mind and Yuuri winced when Victor reacted.
"Son of a bitch, no," Victor busied himself unbuttoning his shirt, unaware that Yuuri was watching him do it. "What a bastard, what did you tell him?" Fucking Chris, was the only coherent thought in Victor's brain. They had known Chris since their last year out of law school, each of them acting as a TA in different classes wherein he was a student. There had always been an interest in Yuuri, even if Yuuri didn't know about it, and Victor had always stealthily kept them apart. It wasn't until that exact moment that Victor began to question his own reasons for doing so.
"I introduced him to Masumi. He's fresh out of law school just like Chris, not looking for anything serious, and talks a lot. Perfect match for him." Yuuri's voice was dripping with discomfort, "did he tell you he was going to hit on me?" His eyes trailed over Victor's torso as he removed his shirt, leaving a sleeveless undershirt covering only part of his muscular upper half. Victor had really grown into his body in the past nine years.
"Honestly?" Victor snapped out the word as he looked at Yuuri, his heart beat quickening with the way his gaze was being returned with an accented biting of Yuuri's lower lip. "Why the hell would I do that? I tolerate Chris at best and I wouldn't want him anywhere near you." He watched as Yuuri dropped the sweatshirt and boxer shorts onto the dresser next to him. Victor's mind began to race as Yuuri slowly made his way across the room.
Yuuri's brain was a mixture of screaming at him to stop and telling him to cross the room as fast as possible. He settled for slow movement, gauging Victor's reaction as he moved. Watching Victor's eyes travel up and down his body didn't make Yuuri want to stop his pursuit. When he stood within inches of Victor, he cocked his head to the side looking straight into the fiery blue eyes. "Why do you care so much about who is near me?"
The challenge was in Yuuri's eyes, and he wouldn't have been able to resist it even if he tried. "Fuck it," Victor muttered and leaned into Yuuri, gathering him close while assaulting his mouth with Victor's own needy hunger. He was going to kiss Yuuri until he didn't have any fight left, until thoughts of all other guys were completely erased from his mind. He couldn't decide if it was the worst idea or the best idea he had ever had, but Victor wasn't going to pause to consider the issue any time soon.
Kissing him felt… different. Yuuri couldn't decide if it was the alcohol or undeniable attraction that he had been forcibly denying for nine years, but he felt as if he was spinning from Victor's demanding touch. The fireworks he had felt earlier were back, changing color from the alarmingly red to a thrilling parade of magnificent colors. Kissing someone had never been a big deal, but kissing Victor was making Yuuri's entire body explode with sensation. Experimenting with the limits, Yuuri ran his hands down the muscles of Victor's back, lightly looping his fingers into Victor's undershirt and slowly pulling it up.
The break in the kiss forced Victor to think for a minute, albeit not very clearly. He let Yuuri remove the undershirt, never losing eye contact with him as it pulled over Victor's head. "Yuuri," he said, thrills running through him when Yuuri visibly shivered, "are you sure…" He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. If Yuuri wanted to stop, he would be the first to douse himself in cold water. There would be a lot at stake if this was messy.
Snaking his hands behind Victor's head, Yuuri leaned into the warm bare chest, feeling the arousal shoot through him. "One night," Yuuri whispered into Victor's ear, "after that, we'll figure it out." Yuuri pulled back to look at him, smiling at his clouded eyes and messy hair. There was no denying it; Yuuri loved what he was doing to Victor's composure. "Deal?"
Victor wasn't sure what Yuuri meant, but Yuuri's skilled tongue and blinding smile were making Victor's own arousal impossible to control. Silently, Victor tugged the ends of Yuuri's dress shirt loose from his pants, yanking it off in on smooth pull. When Yuuri inhaled sharply, lips slightly parting, Victor decided he didn't care what it meant. "Deal," he murmured, bowing his head to envelope Yuuri's pert nipple, assaulting the aroused point with his alternating tongue and teeth.
Moaning loudly, Yuuri felt his knees go weak. Locking his arms on Victor's waist, Yuuri pulled him across the room. Breaking contact, Yuuri moved onto the bed, standing in the center. Staring straight into Victor's eyes, he reached over his own belt buckle, slowly dragging the belt from his waist and tossing it on the floor. With a sway of his hips, Yuuri unbuttoned his dress pants, shoving them off and kicking them to the floor. Deliberately, Yuuri stretched to the ceiling, placing his palms flat to the stucco surface, putting his entire flexible body on display for Victor. Drunk Yuuri was bold, and sober Yuuri would be embarrassed when he looked back on this moment, but the burn of Victor's eyes was enough to spur Yuuri on.
"Yup, you're gonna get it now," Victor found Yuuri's giggle incredibly sexy as he hopped up to pull Yuuri down from his pose to be smothered by Victor's body in the center of the bed.
Not one to relinquish control in any situation, Yuuri shoved Victor back, immediately crawling over top of him, grinning like a sly cat when Victor moaned. Setting to work to remove Victor's belt, encouraging Victor to lift his hips so Yuuri could remove his pants and boxers at the same time. Yuuri went to remove the absurdly printed socks, when Victor grabbed his wrist. "Leave them on," Yuuri gave him a weird look, "my feet get cold easily." Yuuri burst out of laughing, watching the smile twitch around Victor's kiss-swollen lips. "Don't make fun of me," Victor sat all the way up catching Yuuri under the armpits, "because I'll make you regret it." He flipped Yuuri onto his back, watching the challenge build in the enchanting brown eyes. If he thought fighting with Yuuri every day was ridiculous, fighting him for control in this situation was extremely hot.
"I wouldn't dream of making fun of you," the sly smile was back as Yuuri eased himself underneath Victor, "but I promise there won't be a cold part of you by the time I'm finished."
In what Victor would have assumed an impossible move, Yuuri slid underneath his body like butter, kissing him all the way down his torso, until he reached Victor's waist. Victor's voice hitched as he was awkwardly trapped over top of Yuuri, teasing Victor from underneath. Damnit, Yuuri was sneaky. Determined to one up him, Victor slid his body over Yuuri's and off the bed until he was kneeling on the ground with Yuuri spread out in front of him. With his own devious smile, he kissed the toned upper thigh, confidence skyrocketing when Yuuri shuddered under his lips. "You might be good, Katsuki," he kissed higher up the thick thigh, lifting it to rest over Victor's left shoulder, "but I'm going to make you admit that I'm better." Trailing his slim fingers, Victor traced patterns across Yuuri's abdomen making a torturous production of sliding off the tight briefs.
"Never," Yuuri whimpered as Victor slid a hand over his hardened length, Victor's other hand sliding to alternate teasing Yuuri's balls with fondling the rim of his puckering entrance. Yuuri arched up in pleasure, still restrained in his noises, making Victor want to shove him over the edge of climax. His mind was growing fuzzy with need, not helped by the glorious picture of Yuuri framed on his bedspread. It shouldn't have been a surprise, considering Yuuri's meticulous nature, but seeing the carefully sculpted pubic hair directly in front of him was playing games with Victor's head. Yuuri was wiggling, a reaction to Victor's slow teasing, and the combined effects were making Victor slowly go insane. Concentrating, Victor slowly stroked Yuuri's length, as he grabbed for the box of supplies discreetly stowed under the bed.
Fingers seizing a bottle of cinnamon lube from inside the box, Victor leaned up to replace his hand with his mouth over Yuuri's throbbing erection. Popping open the top of the bottle, Victor distracted Yuuri with the skills of his tongue while the lube dripped messily over his fingers. As the first finger slid into Yuuri's waiting entrance, Yuuri moaned, an incredibly sexy sound that surpassed Victor's wildest imagination. Without even being touched, Victor felt himself alarmingly close to falling over his own edge. Victor put all of his focus on drawing out Yuuri's orgasm, carefully sucking and licking while his fingers danced inside of Yuuri, carefully flirting with the bundle of nerves that was making Yuuri's thighs quiver. Continuing his relentless assault on all of Yuuri's senses, Victor felt an electric shudder rip through his own body as Yuuri's release flooded his throat. Yuuri's incredibly erotic whine filled the room as his orgasm overtook him, making his legs shake around Victor's head, while his rim squeezed the feeling from Victor's fingers.
Victor had turned him inside out in the matter of minutes, which was definitely something no one else had ever managed to do. Yuuri felt the spinning force of the orgasm throwing his brain around, his entire body singing with delirious notes of pleasure. Forcing himself to fight the urge to let Victor to continue to manipulate him into putty, Yuuri shoved his smug partner backwards onto the carpet, reserved to the fact that they probably wouldn't make it back on the bed.
"Um, we can…" Victor groaned, low and guttural, as Yuuri took his turn using his mouth to destroy Victor. He had planned to suggest relocating back to the bed, but Yuuri had stolen his ability to speak. All he could do was incoherently mutter and moan as Yuuri took complete control over him. At that moment, Yuuri could have asked him for anything and he would have given it to him. The slow drag of Yuuri's tongue, expertly mixed with the sucking bob of Yuuri's mouth had Victor unraveling into incoherent babbles. It was hot and wet, and Victor was positive he was going to die before he reached climax. Groaning, Victor slid a hand into Yuuri's hair feeling the first hints of orgasm building in his stomach. His head crashed back against the carpet when Yuuri released him. Victor's body jerked as Yuuri deliberately slid over top of him.
"Can I trust you?" Yuuri felt a rush a pleasure as he pressed down onto Victor. He wanted to tear Victor apart, but his body had another aching need, one that could only be filled by Victor. As the potential raced through him, Yuuri could feel his own erection regaining interest in the situation. He squirmed against Victor, impatiently waiting for an answer.
"What?" Victor was unable to form rational thoughts at the moment.
"Can I trust you?" Yuuri was watching him closely, his mind reeling with the way Victor had come undone from his touch.
Victor laced his fingers into Yuuri's disheveled black hair, pulling Yuuri down to him. Right before he crashed their lips together, he whispered, "always," knowing it was a reference to one of Yuuri's favorite books. He kissed Yuuri slowly, every part of him aching with the need to release, but not ready for it to be over. Yuuri leaned into his ear, heavy breathing turning Victor on even more.
"Good," he whispered. Sitting up, Yuuri lowered himself onto Victor, making both of them let obscene noises escape into the room. Yuuri knew exactly what he would need to get off again, and surveying Victor's full-body flush and quirking hips, Yuuri determined that there wouldn't be much time to work with. Leaning back to give Victor a full view of his body, Yuuri began to move, working to keep himself upright and bouncing as his body quaked with impending orgasm.
Watching Yuuri wasn't helping him hold on, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. The overly controlled, organized, and generally irritating main man in his life was currently riding Victor into oblivion, his hair a disaster over his forehead, sweat glistening over Yuuri's well-toned torso. Chaos and control colliding above him might have been the single sexiest thing Victor had ever seen. Wrapping his hand around Yuuri's dick, Victor provided the necessary friction to send Yuuri flying over the edge again, cascades of white rushing over Victor's hand and splattering across both bare chests. Knowing he would be only a few seconds behind, Victor moved Yuuri off of him, grabbing his discarded undershirt to capture his release.
Although Yuuri felt completely wrecked, his body heaving from the rapid succession orgasms and the lingering blur of alcohol, he leaned forward and yanked the undershirt from Victor's hand, throwing it across the room. He caught every ounce of Victor's spilled release in his mouth, swallowing all of it as Victor hissed his shock and appreciation in the form of Yuuri's name. Feeling Victor soften, Yuuri collapsed backwards onto the carpet, letting his arm linger in soft grazing touches against Victor's.
"Holy fucking shit, Katsuki," Victor couldn't believe he could even talk. He had had plenty of sex in his lifetime, but that had been the kind of sex that his body would never forget.
"It was alright," Yuuri was grinning with an eyebrow raised, "practice makes perfect, you know." He laughed when Victor whistled through his teeth.
He turned his head to look at Yuuri. "Are you saying I need more practice? I have empirical evidence that I was pretty damn successful." Victor ran a hand up Yuuri's stomach, leaving a trail of messy wetness all the way up to Yuuri's collarbone, and making Yuuri shiver under the touch.
"Maybe I'm going to lie and say you need practice," Yuuri curled onto Victor's side, reeling a bit from Victor's careful consideration of the naked contact, "just so you'll be up for this again sometime."
"Damn dirty liar," Victor smiled, crushing a hard kiss into Yuuri's temple. Maybe tomorrow this will have been a mistake, but if he kept Yuuri there and in the moment with him, maybe he could keep Yuuri from thinking about it.
"More like, freezing cold liar," Yuuri shook against him, which didn't help Victor want to let him go, "any chance I can have the hoodie now?" The way Yuuri was pouting down at him made Victor immediately analyze his own ability to go for a round two.
"Nope, I'll keep you plenty warm tonight, I promise," he nuzzled into Yuuri's neck, biting the smooth skin to stifle the potential argument, letting himself enjoy the taste of Yuuri slowly this time.
Pushing off of Victor, Yuuri stood up, suddenly very aware of his own stickiness and the tastes mingling in his mouth. "Sorry, I have to…" there was no way it was going to sound sexy, "clean up." He blushed slightly and walked to the bathroom, knowing without looking that Victor was staring at his ass the whole time. Yuuri needed a quick shower and a gallon of mouthwash as the knowledge of his ill-advised actions settled into his brain. Slipping from the room, he padded to Victor's bathroom in search of cleanliness.
It took most of Victor's remaining strength to lift his satiated body from the floor. Locating his tossed undershirt, Victor swiped it over his chest, groin and hands, flinging it into his hamper with a quick flick of his wrist. A glance at his thighs had him bracing himself on the dresser, spotting the sheer number of small hickeys covering the area. He had barely registered Yuuri sucking them onto his skin, making Victor regret not paying more attention.
Flicking the covers back on the bed, Victor crawled in, uncaring about his own nudity. The thought of curling around Yuuri all night, naked skin pressed together, was making his stomach flutter. For a brief moment, Victor worried that Yuuri would slip away into the guestroom, but he shoved the fear away, deciding to instead play back the events of the last hour. Finding his smile uncontained and elated, Victor snuggled into his pillow. One night wasn't going to cut it, and Victor was going to make sure Yuuri knew that.
When Yuuri returned to the bedroom, Victor was tucked under the covers smiling in a post-orgasmic haze. Snagging the clean boxers Yuuri had previously discarded, he slipped them on before crawling under the covers of the bed. He wasn't surprised to find Victor's naked skin waiting for him, minus his feet which were still covered in the socks that Victor had refused to remove. Easing down, Yuuri let his back be pulled flush to Victor's chest, calming himself as Victor wrapped his long arm over Yuuri's waist. He wasn't a huge fan of cuddling, but he could hear Victor humming in what seemed to be happiness, so he let it go.
"You smell like mint," Victor ran his nose over the back of Yuuri's neck, smelling his soap and toothpaste mixed on Yuuri's body.
"Brushed my teeth with one of your extras," Yuuri shifted slightly to reveal wide eyes, "mistakes were made." He laughed when Victor did, glad that neither of them were going to push the discussion any further.
The soft skin of Yuuri's stomach felt glorious under Victor's fingertips and the press of Yuuri's ass against his groin had Victor sighing in contentment. For a brief moment, Victor had contemplated stirring things back up, but found it was so luxuriously comforting to feel Yuuri pulled against him that the temptation to fall into dreamland became almost instant. Sighing into Yuuri's back, Victor let his heavy eyelids drop close, steady breathing matching that of his cuddle buddy.
Yuuri's eyes fluttered open, taking a second to register where he was, feeling the weight of the arm draped possessively over his waist. Sometime in his sleep, Yuuri had shifted to lay cheek down on Victor's chest. The position was so comfortable, Yuuri found himself without the motivation to move.
His mind woke faster than his body, alerting him to the two options currently on the table. Yuuri could stay, taking a chance that the morning wouldn't be awkward and find out what it would feel like to be with Victor in the daylight, not as a friend, but as a post-drunken-sex lover. Or as both. Or as whatever they would be now.
Or he could leave.
Judging the state of his head, relieved to find it wasn't overwhelming despite the amount of alcohol he had consumed, Yuuri twisted to survey the still darkness through the panoramic window. He could look around the room without dizzying pain which felt like a win, but the anxiety raging inside of him was definitely a loss. Eyes aching from briefly sleeping in his contacts, Yuuri stared into Victor's serenely sleep-slacked face, knowing that a decision had to be made. And fast.
END NOTES:
Yes, there was probably some wincing when JJ kissed Yuuri. Had to be done, won't happen again, I promise!
Counsel = attorney = lawyer (they are all the same thing)
Deposition = a boring meeting with multiple attorneys and a court reporter (who types out the entire conversation) where one attorney asks either the Plaintiff or the Defendant questions. These types of meetings are tortuous and long. (If you have additional questions, please let me know!)
Also, this is set in America, because frankly, I only know how the law works here.