Yuuri awkwardly pulled on his tie, Lord, how he longed for his jeans and sneakers right now. He was just an ordinary nineteen-year old, he shouldn't be wearing a three-piece suit and going in and out of meetings all day. Well, he probably wasn't totally 'ordinary', considering his family owned a chain of incredibly posh hotels and Yuuri had been in the company of multi-millionaires since he was teething. Unfortunately, his father still believed in the fine art of nepotism and planned to have Yuuri take over the family business someday. Therefore, occasionally, he paraded Yuuri around, having him meet the clients and get a feel for the business. After a long day of this, all Yuuri wanted was to go home and get out of these damn clothes.
He was marching out of the lobby when his eyes landed on the most gorgeous man he'd ever been blessed to see. Yuuri literally paused mid-step, unable to move as he openly ogled the gray haired gentleman walking into the hotel. The air surrounding him seemed to sparkle as he moved, his young face was beautifully contrasted by his grey hair. He was richly dressed of course, wearing a suit as if it was a second skin, opposed to Yuuri who knew he looked as awkward in his clothes as he felt. He moved with a dancer's elegance, sliding up to the counter and checking in to his room.
Yuuri suddenly remembered he was standing, mouth agape, in the middle of the foyer, probably looking foolish. Unable to help himself, he walked over to stand nearer the gray haired gentleman. He pulled up one of the complimentary newspapers and hid behind it as he leaned on the wall nearby, peaking over the top and eavesdropping.
"Victor Nikiforov." He said to the desk clerk. Yuuri couldn't place his accent, but he loved the way the sounds rolled off Victor's tongue.
"I'm sorry Mr. Nikiforov, we contacted your secretary this morning about your booking."
"Oh?"
"Yes. They should have passed along the message that the room you requested has had to undergo some renovations."
Yuuri's ears perked up, the desk clerk had broken one rule already, making the guest sound at fault. He hadn't spent all these years around the hotel without learning that much at least.
Victor didn't seem bothered however, he smiled, "Well, I'm sure you can arrange something else for me."
"I am sorry, sir. All the other single rooms have been booked. If you would be interested in a suite perhaps..." The clerk trailed off.
Yuuri frowned, that was a sales tactic that was off putting, and he knew that it wasn't supposed to be done here.
Victor, however, didn't seem bothered at all, "Very well." He agreed, still smiling though his smile was tight and didn't look as if he was all too happy about the situation.
Unable to stay by quietly, Yuuri dropped his newspaper back on the desk, "Of course you are going to discount the room."
Both Victor and the clerk looked in surprise at Yuuri.
"Well, it is an upgrade." The clerk tried to explain with clipped tones.
"I'm sure a discount of some sort is in order." Yuuri leveled her with a stare. This was the kind of thing that could lose them guests, and not just the hot ones.
The clerk smiled tightly, not expecting to be met with such resistance. "Let me see what I can do." She disappeared for a moment, making a show of going to talk to her manager when really she was probably just going to the copy room to gnash her teeth for a minute.
Victor chuckled as she left, his smile becoming more natural, "Well thank you, Mr. Hero." He winked at Yuuri.
Yuuri blushed from head to toe, "Sorry for interfering." He mumbled.
Victor pushed his hair back, "I'm not sorry. It was very nice of you to rescue me." He put his elbow on the tall counter and rested his head in his hand, "May I ask, are you a local here?"
"Ummm… Yes! I am." Yuuri's brain blurred when he tried to focus on the question and not the dazzling blue of this man's eyes.
"I haven't had a bite of food today. It is my opinion that one should always ask locals where to get the best food."
Food? Yuuri's brain was still having trouble keeping up, "Yes. Locals know good places usually."
Victor chuckled, momentarily hiding his smile behind his long, pale fingers, "So what would you recommend? Surely you aren't going to tell me the restaurant in the hotel is the best food around."
Yuuri frowned and then, at last, his brain decided to join the conversation, "Oh food! Yes. I know a lot of good places." He looked at the floor, shuffling as he tried to will himself to become less awkward, "Actually, the restaurant here is very good. But what sort of places do you like?"
Before Victor could answer, the clerk returned with a sizable discount and Victor's room key.
With a smile, Victor passed his luggage to a bellhop and turned back to Yuuri, "I am very interested in your recommendations, and if it isn't a problem, could we continue the conversation as I walk to my room?"
Yuuri's brain stopped again, heading to a guest's room was a NO, heading to this guest's room was a big NO, yet he couldn't remember why at the moment. "Sure." Yuuri agreed shakily.
The two of them walked to the large elevator, Victor gliding on his long legs and Yuuri trying not to simply stumble over his shoes.
"May I know your name?" Victor asked as the elevator doors closed.
Oh dear, Yuuri had had some bad experiences in the past when people found out his name. The family name wasn't terribly well-known but it did happen from time to time. Everyone assumed that because Yuuri's parents were rich, it followed that Yuuri was rich. Sadly, when there was money involved, people didn't always act on their best behavior. Yuuri had had friends hanging on him, hoping for handouts or the high life. It always left Yuuri feeling sad and used.
"I'm Yuuri." Yuuri tried to say simply, holding out his hand.
Victor smirked, the omission of a last name probably hadn't escaped him, "Victor." He shook Yuuri's hand. Yuuri was surprised at how warm Victor's hands were, he had expected cool skin like his own, but instead Victor's hands were soft and warm.
Letting go before the handshake became awkward, Yuuri turned the conversation back to food, "So about local food places." He tried to get back on topic. He followed Victor down the hallway, telling him about some of the other five-star dining options in town.
Victor tipped the bellhop and suddenly the two of them were very alone in his suite. Victor shrugged out of his suit jacket, oblivious to the way Yuuri stared at the rolling of his broad shoulders, "How about somewhere downtown? Fine dining isn't really my style. Somewhere near the university maybe? Don't let the hair fool you, I'm not an old man yet."
Yuuri laughed, "I could tell you aren't that old." He blurted out, and then realized how awkward it sounded, "I mean…"
"Are you a student at the university?" Victor interrupted and pulled off his tie.
"Yes I am." Yuuri said, watching with great interest as Victor unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt.
"What are some places you like then?" Victor stepped out of his dress shoes.
Yuuri started wondering just how naked Victor was going to get. He really wished he could think of a restaurant he liked, but at the moment he couldn't think of a single thing besides how lovely Victor's pale skin looked against his light pink shirt.
"I have a good idea," Victor unbuttoned his cuffs, "Would you care to accompany me to dinner? We could walk around downtown and pick a good spot?"
For the second time, Yuuri heard warning bells in his head, but he ignored them again, after all, it was just dinner. "Sure." He smiled trying to look just as confident in himself as Victor was.
Victor gave him a real smile then and Yuuri felt almost blown off his feet. Lord, a smile like that wasn't even fair.
"First, let me change into something more casual and then it would be my pleasure to take you out on the town." Victor slipped into the bedroom where his suitcases had been put away.
Yuuri sank into a chair and tried to remember how to breathe. He couldn't believe he was about to go out with this man. A man who he really knew nothing about. It was so out of the ordinary that Yuuri felt apprehension and a great deal of excitement as well. The two made a heady brew. He pulled out his phone and texted his roommate Phichit that he wasn't going to make it back for dinner.
Phichit texted back quickly, You are going to be back before midnight right? Or did you finally score some loving?
Yuuri blushed, Of course I'll be back tonight! It isn't like that.
P: We aren't in High School anymore Yuuri, you can have dinner and stay the night with someone.
Y: He's just some guy at the hotel. He wants to go to a local place for dinner is all. It. Isn't. Like. That.
P: Riiiiiiiight. Sounds perfectly innocent. Have a good time. And don't forget to be safe. ;) You know 'wear a coat when you go out' ;) ;) ;)
Yuuri was still blushing furiously when Victor reemerged, he was wearing tight designer jeans and a V-necked t-shirt. His version of 'casual' dress made Yuuri's version of casual dress look like pajamas.
"Now, what are we going to do about you?" Victor put a hand under his chin and appraised Yuuri.
"What do you mean?" Phichit's comments came back with full force.
"Well, what about leaving your jacket and such here?" Victor said almost to himself as he walked over to Yuuri.
He tucked his hands under Yuuri's arms and stood him up like a doll. He started to unbutton Yuuri's jacket, but Yuuri stepped away.
"I can do it myself." Yuuri blushed. He paused for a moment, feeling vulnerable with Phichit's suggestions still circling around his mind. The situation wasn't like Phichit had made it sound, Yuuri reminded himself. Besides, he'd wanted to get out of his clothes for a while. He took off his coat, waistcoat, and tie, tossing them on the sofa.
Putting a finger back to his lips, Victor gave him an appraising look, "I have just the thing." He disappeared again while Yuuri rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He hoped he looked passably good, though he knew he wasn't anything next to Victor.
Victor reemerged with a little tub of hair putty in his hands.
Yuuri petted his soft hair protectively; he never styled his hair, preferring to let it hang straight and normal.
"It won't bite." Victor said with a chuckle at Yuuri's reaction. He stood close to Yuuri, coating his hands in the putty and gave it to Yuuri to hold while he fiddled with Yuuri's hair.
Holding perfectly still for Victor to work on him, Yuuri's brain had turned off, and he couldn't even form a reply. The scent Victor was wearing washed over him, it was almost sweet, something between the smell of winter and the ocean. Yuuri's eyes were locked on Victor's Adam's apple while he worked.
After fiddling for a minute or two, Victor took a step back and appraised his work for a moment before smiling with pleasure. "That will do very nicely." He steered Yuuri to the mirror in the hallway.
Victor had done something to sweep all of Yuuri's hair back, the effect was in complete contrast from his normal look. Victor stood behind Yuuri in the mirror and used his finger to tip Yuuri's chin up a notch, again, somehow just the slight angle difference made Yuuri look… well… Yuuri thought he almost looked hot. And that was very strange because Yuuri had always thought of himself as 'cute' rather than the 'sexy' type.
"What do you think?" Victor took his hand off Yuuri's chin and smiled at him in the mirror.
"I'm wondering if you are a magician." Yuuri smiled.
With a laugh, Victor stepped away, "Oh, not quite. I think the magic was all there before, I just pointed it out to you. Shall we go?"
That compliment warmed Yuuri down to his toes, he was glad Victor wasn't looking because he knew he blushed a little. Feeling much more confident, Yuuri stepped out of the room with Victor and didn't even notice the stares they attracted as they went outside to catch a taxi.
Downtown was lively as always, the benefit of having the University in the heart of town meant that the downtown had stayed vibrant and youthful. Yuuri and Victor walked, chatting of this and that, while Yuuri pointed out various sites.
They settled on an Italian bistro that Yuuri was fond of and they sat outside, the breeze kept them from feeling too warm as the sun began to set.
"What kind of wine do you drink?" Victor asked when they were seated.
"Umm." Yuuri blushed, "I'm underage."
Victor's silver eyebrows shot up and he frowned, "How underage?"
"I'm only nineteen." Yuuri admitted.
The older man rubbed a hand through his hair and flushed a little. Yuuri assumed it was because he'd tried to offer alcohol to a minor.
"Feel free to get yourself a glass of something. I'll just have a soda." Yuuri smiled.
Victor tapped his fingers on his lips, "That's alright. I'll just have some water." He smiled and seemed to shake something off.
Over the meal, they chatted about various things, Yuuri's school, Victor's work. Yuuri learned that Victor owned a design firm. As the conversation unfolded, Yuuri was surprised to discover that Victor was only ten years older than he was, but on second thought he certainly didn't seem a day over thirty. Yuuri couldn't help but be impressed that Victor was so successful even though he was still relatively young. Victor's accent that Yuuri found hard to place was Russian, he was only over here on a short business trip. Yuuri tried not to plague him with questions about Russia, but he probably failed.
While they ate Yuuri finally began to relax, though his brain would short out occasionally, he was more comfortable talking to Victor than he had been at first.
The check came and Victor tried to pay for the entire meal but he gracefully backed down when Yuuri insisted they go Dutch.
"Now, there is a really great gelato place just up the street if you want to get some dessert." Yuuri suggested.
"Actually," Victor leaned forward a little over the table. Yuuri's arm was lying on the tabletop and Victor touched the inside of Yuuri's wrist gently at first and then started caressing in small circles, "What do you think about having dessert back in my room?" Victor's voice had dropped to a low purr.
Yuuri felt his face turn bright red. He wanted to text Phichit back, because apparently it WAS like that after all. Oh, of all times for his friend to be correct this had to be the time. Yuuri's heart doubled its pace and he flashbacked through the evening. After thinking everything over, it became obvious that Victor had been hitting on him.
While Yuuri had been busy blushing and thinking, Victor's face turned back to a polite mask of a smile and he leaned back, taking his hand off Yuuri, "That's alright. It was a lovely supper and I hope your offer of gelato still stands." He was brushing off the invitation very nicely.
"Wait!" Yuuri was still flushed, "I just… I am sort of surprised."
Victor chuckled, "So you are as pure as you seem then."
"I'm not all that pure." Yuuri protested, he stood up and held his hand out to Victor. Victor smiled but his expression turned to surprise when Yuuri pulled him to his feet and kissed him.
Right here in public, I put a kiss on this gorgeous man's lips, ha, how is that for pure, Yuuri thought smugly.
When he pulled back, Victor was blushing up to his ears and everyone in the outdoor restaurant had grown quiet and was looking at them.
Refusing to back down, Yuuri pulled Victor away, he was sure he heard a couple people clapping. He pulled Victor into a taxi where he let go of Victor's hand and gave Victor an embarrassed look, after all, he had forced a kiss on the poor man in public.
Victor was smiling at Yuuri, "Well well well. I never would have guessed that Yuuri was so bold."
"I'm sorry. I got carried away." Yuuri said sheepishly.
"Really?" Victor leaned back and appraised Yuuri with a hungry look, "I would like to see some more of that."
Yuuri shifted a little in his seat, not used to someone looking at him that way, "Are you married?" Yuuri blurted out.
"No. I'm not seeing anyone at the moment either." Victor tipped his chin up a notch, "Nor am I interested in a relationship."
Yuuri nodded even though he felt a weight drop in his stomach. It was for the best anyway, after all, Victor didn't even live in the country. A relationship would only be trouble.
"And you?" Victor asked, drawing Yuuri back to the moment.
"Oh no. I'm not with anyone." Yuuri waved the comment off.
Victor nodded his approval and slid over in the seat so he was next to Yuuri, he put a hand on Yuuri's knee casually and then looked out the window. Yuuri felt the warmth from that hand but took Victor's cue to act normally for now at least.
When they arrived back at the hotel, Yuuri was feeling decidedly less confident. If it wasn't for the fact that his clothes were still in Victor's room he might have bolted. What was he thinking? A one-night stand? Yuuri wasn't sure what alien had taken over his body but he was convinced that must have been what happened. Hell yeah, Victor was incredibly gorgeous, and he seemed totally nice and kind. There had to be a catch, right? They were going to get up to the room and he was secretly a serial killer? Or maybe Yuuri was the one who had just lost his mind. He'd never even had a real boyfriend, for fuck's sake.
Victor held open the door and Yuuri walked into the room, doubts clouding his mind.
Perhaps Victor knew how nervous Yuuri was because he simply sat down on the sofa next to Yuuri's clothes from earlier, he didn't try to touch Yuuri or kiss him. Yuuri was thankful, if Victor kissed him, Yuuri was sure he'd lose all rational thought.
"Nervous?" Victor asked curiously.
Yuuri nodded, standing in the room awkwardly, not sure what he wanted to do.
"Have you ever slept with a man?" Victor asked.
To hear it put so bluntly made Yuuri blush again.
Victor chuckled at Yuuri's reaction, "No point in tiptoeing around the matter."
Swallowing past a lump in his throat, Yuuri tried to reply, "Well, sort of. That is, I mean, my roommate and I sometimes have sex." He doubted he could blush any harder.
The older man made a sort of moaning sound and licked his lips at Yuuri, clearly excited for some reason at that idea.
"I can't believe I admitted that out loud." Yuuri covered his face in embarrassment.
"Don't get too cute on me." Victor warned, a dark flash in his eyes. He took a calming breath and put his hand through his hair again, "Well, if you have that many doubts I suggest you leave." He smiled sadly, "Casual relationships with strangers aren't for everyone. You don't have to stay, even though I am tempted to go down on my knees and beg you." He added with a smirk.
Yuuri, who had begun to feel soothed by Victor's words, felt suddenly shy again. He couldn't believe he was anywhere close to having someone like Victor consider him as a partner, let alone having him beg Yuuri to stay. It was flattering of course, but he was still nervous. This was a once in a lifetime shot, Yuuri highly doubted there was another Victor who would come sauntering into his life. Gathering his courage, Yuuri shook off his doubts and stood up straight. No way in hell was he going to miss this chance.
He moved over to the sofa and sat down next to Victor, "I'm nervous but I want to stay." He affirmed.
With a chuckle, Victor smiled, "Yuuri, you are a treasure."
Yuuri shifted, he wasn't sure what that comment meant. Before he could ask though, Victor had put an arm around Yuuri, his hand on the back of Yuuri's neck.
"Tell me if there is something you don't like, okay?" Victor's face was close, his blue eyes were wide and Yuuri thought he might easily sink into them.
"Okay." Yuuri agreed shakily.
Victor sealed the promise with a kiss. Unlike the kiss that Yuuri had planted on Victor's surprised lips, this kiss was simply bone melting. Yuuri suddenly realized how very inexperienced he was next to this man. He leaned forward into Victor's arms, unable to respond to this kiss for a moment. Victor's lips were warm and soft, gently kissing Yuuri and then tempting him to open up his mouth at last. He kissed Yuuri, slowly and relaxed, melting away the last of Yuuri's concerns.
Yuuri put his arms around Victor, tentatively at first, feeling the broad back he admired. As the kiss deepened, Yuuri finally put his fingers in the silvery hair, it was soft and fine in texture, which was probably why Victor was always pushing it back off his face. Yuuri moaned heartily when Victor ran a hand down Yuuri's chest, popping buttons open as he went.
Shakily, but determinedly, Yuuri pulled on Victor's shirt, peeling it off him. Victor leaned back and pulled the shirt off over his head, Yuuri whimpered something at the sight of the most beautiful abs he'd ever seen up close. He ran his fingers across Victor's warm skin, his skin tone was pale but now it was flushed pink with desire. The muscles twitched a little under Yuuri's fingers and Victor smiled.
"Your hands are so cool, Yuuri." Victor smiled, "Shall we see what it takes to warm you up?" He teased.
Before Yuuri could reply, Victor pushed him down on the sofa and climbed on top of him. Taking advantage of a momentarily stunned Yuuri, Victor gently bit his bottom lip, testing how much force he could use on the smaller man. Yuuri moaned into Victor's mouth, Phichit never bit him like that. Yuuri had no idea how the feeling of teeth would send electrical pulses down his spine.
"That's good." Victor encouraged, "Just keep talking to me like that." Victor winked at Yuuri and then moved to bite a trail down Yuuri's neck.
Yuuri chuckled, he wished he could have come back with actual words, but just breathing was hard enough at the moment. He wound his fingers through Victor's hair, holding on to his head and shivering at each new sensation.
With wet kisses, Victor finally reached Yuuri's nipples, his mouth teasing the outer areola with his smooth tongue before finally flicking the tip of his tongue over the hard nub in the center. Yuuri sighed with satisfaction but he couldn't help but want more, unconsciously he arched his back, pushing his nipples upward for attention. Victor sniggered some, but before Yuuri could become embarrassed, Victor put a finger to Yuuri's lips.
"I like a man who knows what he wants." Victor winked before turning his attention back to Yuuri's chest. He put one hand on Yuuri's back, holding him up in the arched position and then proceeded to carefully use his teeth on the nipple he'd been teasing.
Yuuri's hips buckled when he felt those pearly whites pulling on his skin, "Victor." Yuuri pleaded.
The fingers that Victor had used to hush him were still against his lips, so Yuuri pulled them into his mouth, sucking on two of them.
Victor, who had moved to Yuuri's second nipple moaned deeply again, and increased the pressure of his teeth. Yuuri relished every feeling Victor was giving him. Experimentally, he swirled and sucked on the two fingers in his mouth. He found that Victor was actually most sensitive on the skin between his fingers. Letting go of Victor's hair, he held Victor's hand to his face and began licking between all of Victor's long and beautiful fingers.
"You're killing all my good intentions, Yuuri." Victor warned as he leaned over Yuuri, who was still happily loving Victor's hands.
"I thought that was the point." Yuuri finally managed a shaky reply, a self-satisfied smile on his face.
Victor chuckled, "Have it your way, I won't take it easy on you anymore."
Yuuri couldn't help but shiver of anticipation despite the light tone that Victor used.
Taking his hand back from Yuuri, Victor moved to undo Yuuri's belt.
"Wait a minute." Yuuri suddenly put his hands around Victor's.
To Victor's credit, he stopped entirely, waiting for an explanation.
"I umm… I didn't really shower this morning, so I should probably take one first." The worst thing to happen would be being smelly or something down there and putting Victor off.
Victor smiled happily, "Good idea!" He gave Yuuri's lips a peck, "Let's go."
Climbing off the sofa, Victor glided deeper into the suite. Yuuri blushed when he realization dawned on him that Victor was going to shower with him. "I meant showering separately?" Yuuri mumbled, but Victor was already out of earshot.