(author note: this story will most be in Yuuri's pov, though I will be posting some chapters in Viktor's pov. I will notify you at the beginning of the chapter whose pov it is. I hope you enjoy the story.)

(Yuuri's POV)

(thoughts)

It was going to be a long flight home from Barcelona. Especially after Yurio just barely beat me for the gold, leaving me to take the silver. And to top it all off Viktor wanted our relationship to be real, our engagement to be real and he tells me this at the hotel before the party.

The memory plays in my head as I settle down to get some sleep with Viktor's head on my shoulder and his hand in mine.

My silver medal still hung around my neck as we packed our bags and got dressed for the GPF banquet that would be happening in an hour. I was struggling with whether or not I should wear my medal tonight when I finally noticed how quiet it was.

I looked up and over to the other side of the room, by the window and standing there was Viktor, shirtless, staring out the window seemingly deep in thought. I decide to leave my medal in my luggage, so I take it off and place it in its box and close the lid.

The noise doesn't seem to bother Viktor. I walk around the bed, the plush carpet soft against my feet, Viktor still has yet to notice me as I stand next to him looking out the window at the bright lights of the city.

I look over at Viktor and see that he is looking back, our eyes meet and a smile graces Viktor's face "Yuuri, I want us to be a real couple. I don't want our engagement to be a sham. So I want to ask you officially will you be my boyfriend/fiance?" he looks at me with hopeful eyes.

My mind starts going blank but I know he deserves an answer. I say the only thing that I truly feel I can say "Why me? "

By the look in his eyes, I can tell my answer hurts him but he smiles slightly and gestures towards the bed. He sits down first but I'm still standing looking nervous.

Viktor just smiles "I only want to talk. I won't do anything unless you want me to." as he taps the bed beside him. I nod my head and sit down our knees touching.

Viktor holds out his right hand and I place my right hand in his, our gold rings glistening in the light. As Viktor gently grips my hand and looks me in the eye "I know it may be hard to believe but I fell in love with you last year in Sochi. I'd been following your career for some time and I couldn't at first understand why I was so drawn to you, but I was.

And when I heard you made it to the GPF I was ecstatic. I was so happy that I finally was able to meet you, but you were so shy and ran away from me. So I made up my mind to shake your hand before practice to see if my theory was correct.

I figured you were a fan and was star struck and or natural shy. So when we shook hands I noticed the look in your eyes and the way your practice went very well compared to other videos I'd seen. And in a way I figured it would be easier to get to know you, a star taking an interest in a fan.

Between your SP and your FS, I could tell something had happened to you that was affecting your performance. I wanted to help you but I didn't know how to reach you, my heart broke for you and my soul cried for you.

And when next I saw you it was while I was giving Yurio some advice, I said your shared name louder than necessary to get your attention and it worked but, out of everything I wanted to say, what came out of my mouth was the worst thing. And I could tell it wasn't what you wanted to hear, then you walked away. I prayed to any god that would listen to give me one more chance to talk with you."

I huffed " You pray? You've always seemed to be a nonreligious person."

Viktor just shook his head and smiled "Yes I do. I'm more spiritual than religious though. But I prayed and I hoped I would see you again. And then as luck would have it you appeared at the banquet, though try as I might I couldn't get away from the crowd that swarmed me.

It wasn't until you approached me that I was able to talk to you and talk we did. And it wasn't until later that you hugged me and grinded against me. It was then I realized how drunk you were and that may or may not remember the conversation I would have with you.

Then you asked me to be your coach after the season ended, to come to Japan to your parents Hot Spring. I wanted to answer, but Yurio answered in a sense for me by stating that if I was to be anybody's coach it would be his. I wasn't completely sure what I was going to do when the season ended.

But your questions stuck to my heart and made me think that I did have something to do something new and exciting. Then we danced oh how we danced. I'd never been happier than when we danced. It was while we were dancing that I started falling in love with you. The way you laugh, the sound of your voice, the color of your eyes, the feel of your body next to mine. It lit up my heart like a Christmas tree. I wanted to kiss you but I didn't know if you were taken so I settled for dancing."

My mind was racing and my heart was pounding, even though he said so earlier it's still hard to believe, a year! I blurt out "Then why didn't you show up sooner. You waited three weeks after World's to show up."

Viktor frowned "Because a certain someone didn't give me his number or his address despite my number being in his phone. We had talked about you finishing college and going back to Japan and that I would coach you after Worlds. But you never called, so I figured you either forgot or didn't want my help anymore.

It wasn't until both Chris and Mila sent me the video of you skating Aria: stay close to me, that I felt you calling out to me and it turns out a simple Google Search got me the address I needed. I was on the next flight to Japan with Makkachin in tow.

It hurt that you didn't remember asking me to be your coach, but I wasn't going to let that stop me from coaching you, getting to know you, and hopefully getting you to love me back." Viktor's eyes shined with hope and fear. After what Viktor just confessed it doesn't take a genius to know what's going on in his head.

"Oh Viktor, I'm sorry." my voice cracked, "I thought that seeing your name and number in my phone was a prank. So I deleted it." tears start falling from my eye from guilt "Do you remember what I said at the theme press conference?"

"Minako translated it for me, so I know I'm the only person that you never want to let go of, despite your attempt the other day. And your naming of an unknown feeling love and you're stronger for it." Viktor said tilting his head to the side a little, confusion clear on his face.

I nod my head "So I guess I can say I love you too Viktor." I lean forward into Viktor chest and he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. My head lies under his chin as I try and dry my tears all the while he's rubbing my back with one hand and the other is stroking my hair. The combined motions are calming me down, though I know my eyes are red and will be for awhile.

Viktor clears his throat and I lean back to look at him. My breath catches in my throat, for Viktor is wearing his heart-shaped smile and his eyes while teary shine bright with happiness. He brings his face closer to mine, our foreheads and nose touch. I can feel our breath mingling and my eyes never leave his.

"Yuuurrrrri I promise you won't ever be unhappy and that you have my heart always."

He brushes his lips against mine and time stands still, this feeling of warmth spreads from my lips to my toes and it reminds me of the kiss at the Cup of China but so much better. His breath is so close it now tickles my lips and I'm sure the feeling is mutual.

While he did break what he said earlier, he is holding back waiting for me to make a move. So I decided to gather my courage, I comb my hair back and take off my glasses, leaning over to place them on the nightstand, before returning to the position I was in previously.

I can see Viktor is amused but happy. So I place my hand on the curve of his neck and pull him forward causing our lips to meld together once more, the warmth returning and pooling at my core. I've never felt so at peace with anything else and so happy. Slow sweet kisses and arms wrapped around each other no more no less. It's simple and intimate for me. I slowly brush one hand up and down his back gently feeling the sculpted muscles from years of training.

Viktor seems to enjoy my feathery touches as he purrs against my lips sending jolts of excitement to my core. I'm feeling smug that I'm eliciting such sounds from such a big star. A star that is now mine. I begin to place feathery touches on his chest and decide to break the kiss to admire the look of lust on his face. It brings me satisfaction in a way that he's like that because of me.

He groans at the loss of my lips, but he doesn't claim them back as he is still giving me space to adjust. I climb further up on the bed and lay on my side facing him as I simply curl my finger in a beckoning way. Viktor is more than happy to abide as he is laying down facing me. I look into his eyes and I see so many emotions swimming in them, I've never seen him this way and it's breathtaking.

I'm still trying to decide how far I'm willing to go tonight when Viktor place a hand under my chin and tilts my head up some "Kisses and cuddles with feathery touches are far enough for tonight. I wasn't expecting anything from you tonight. So don't fret, any pop-ups can be dealt with on our own. hehe, it's a good thing I haven't showered yet cause I need a cold one." and with that, he gives me a quick kiss and grabs his shirt and a change of boxers and walks into the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and breathe a sigh of relief. I turn over to face the bathroom and notice my pants are a bit tight.

shit I have a boner

Viktor pokes his head out the door "You might want to take care of that before it gets worse, I know from experience. I'll close the door so you have some privacy while you do that." and with that, the door closes and I'm certain my face is as red as a lobster.

this is embarrassing

I fumble with my belt for a second, once undone I pull my pants off as they are not the ones I planned to wear, I chance a glance at my boxer briefs and see a small wet spot at the top of the tent.

great and I have to change my briefs

I groan slightly as I pull my dick out the cold air making it jump in my hand

this is the worst boner I've ever had and it started with kisses hot kisses but kisses

At the thought of the kisses we just shared I slowly stroke myself twisting slightly at the base and squeezing at the tip, I do this for a few minutes before I slide my thumb across my slit a moan escaping my mouth, I begin to imagine its Viktor handling my dick and it makes me moan more.

My eyes are closed and I'm vaguely aware that the shower has stopped running but I'm too far gone to stop and I haven't achieved released yet. This is the longest I've been hard without a release. I'm still imagining Viktor kissing me and handling my dick that I don't notice the bathroom door open or the predatory look in Viktor's eyes as he makes his way over to the bed and fluidly lands on his knees in front of me.

That quickly changes as I feel the second set of hands on me, one on my upper thigh and one wrapping around mine on my dick. My free hand flies to my mouth to cover a squeak and a moan at the same time, my eyes are wide open and my body to shocked to respond. Viktor's lazy grin is the first thing I focus on the second being his hand removing and replacing mine on my dick. His hand is warm and smooth against me as he begins to pump me slow and steady with twists and gentle squeezes.

With reality being way better than a dream, I don't last long.

The warmth at my core coils and uncoils faster and faster until I cum shooting out on to the carpet. He pumps me throughout my climax milking me dry, I've already collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. Viktor grabs the tissue box off the nightstand and starts to clean up, "I'm sorry if I interrupted you but I couldn't help myself, though it looks like you enjoyed it so that's good." he says looking rather smug about it.

I'm too tired to even blush and my body feels like putty in his hands. "What time is it? Are we running late?" I pant out. "We still have ten minutes for you to get dressed before we'll be considered late." as he looks at his phone "and as much as I would love to just stay here til check out tomorrow we do need to mingle with the people downstairs."

I feel a faint blush on my face at the hint and sit up "How long do we have to stay down there, my legs feel like mush?" His lazy grin reappears "like an hour, why? Do you want a repeat performance?"

My blush is back full force

god yes

but I say "maybe maybe not"

"I can live with that" he winks

this is going to be a long night.