I was wondering…since Yuri and Victor are heading off to Russia next episode, where will they stay? Does Victor still have his apartment? I would love to see him take Yuri home with him! I started thinking about it more and this little fic happened!
Lots of fluff ahead! You have warned!
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'What do you think?' Victor asked, leaning back against the kitchen cupboards.
Yuri glanced around, smiling as he did so. 'It's nice,' he declared, 'quite…modern…'
'Well, obviously it's a little empty at the moment,' Victor said. 'I sent a lot of things over to Japan.' He reached up, to flip open a cupboard and sighed. 'I cleared out all the food, too. I suppose we'll have to go shopping if we want to eat in. I was hoping to cook you something nice, for dinner.'
'You don't need to go to any trouble,' Yuri said, quickly. He could feel himself blushing and so turned away, to hide his expression.
'It won't be any trouble,' Victor assured him. 'It would be nice, for a change. I didn't get to do any cooking while we were in Hasetsu. Your mother wouldn't let anyone else in her kitchen - not that I'm complaining!'
'Well, we could always eat out tonight and then go shopping tomorrow,' Yuri suggested. 'You can show me the best places to eat, round here.'
'Hmm,' Victor hummed, as he considered. 'It's already late. Why don't we just order take-out?' He moved over the shiny, grey refrigerator. There were half a dozen leaflets stuck to the door, held in place by some colourful magnets. 'I still have my menus!' He declared, happily.
'Okay,' Yuri agreed. He started to grin and added, as an afterthought, 'I'm surprised, though. I thought you'd want to go out drinking and I'd spend half the night trying to get you to keep your clothes on!'
'No,' Victor replied, in a flat tone. 'I have to behave myself a little better, here.'
They discussed their options for a while, spreading out the menus on the table and picking out various dishes and drinks. Yuri wandered through to the living area, as Victor placed the call. He listened as the man chattered away, in Russian, and wondered if he would ever be able to get fluent in the language. He still struggled with English, sometimes.
'It will be able about half an hour,' Victor told him. 'I ordered plenty of alcohol - so I might end up treating you to a private strip session after all!'
'No, no! Don't you dare!' Yuri protested, throwing up his hands in the air.
'You're so mean!' Victor replied, pouting like a child. 'This is my home, you know? I should be able to get naked if I want to!'
'You're hopeless!' Yuri shot back, exasperatedly.
Victor laughed and then wrapped an arm around Yuri's shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.
'It's alright, sakharok - my sweet boy - I won't do anything to embarrass you!'
Yuri sighed and then slid his own hand about Victor's waist, leaning into him. They stood together for few moments, close and quiet, and then they moved over to the sofa, to settle down properly. Victor turned on the TV and started flicking through, for something they could watch together, although Yuri couldn't understand anything anyone was saying.
'I'll put it on a music channel,' Victor decided. 'Here, this is good. What do you think?' Yuri murmured in agreement.
Victor wrapped his arms around Yuri and they both stretched out, on the sofa. Yuri cuddled up to Victor, leaning his head on his chest. He could feel the man's heart beating, just beneath his ear.
'Yuri,' Victor murmured, his voice rumbling in his chest, 'do you…like it here? In Russia?'
Yuri frowned, uncertainly. 'I haven't seen much of it,' he admitted. 'Not yet, anyway.'
'You've been here before,' Victor replied, with surprise.
'Yes, but I never went out much,' Yuri told him. 'I was just concentrating on skating. I spent most of my time in the rink or in my room. I didn't do much.'
'Hmm,' Victor sighed a little. He moved one hand up, to play with Yuri's hair. 'I'll have to take you out and show you around. There's a lot of places worth seeing.' He paused for a moment and then asked, 'do you think you think you might like to come live here, after the Grand Prix?'
'What?' Yuri replied, startled. 'Here?'
'Russia,' Victor clarified.
'I…don't know,' Yuri murmured. He moved his head a little, shifting closer to Victor's throat. He watched as the man swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down.
'Well, we could always find somewhere in Japan,' Victor said. 'Would you like that?'
Yuri curled his finger into the collar of Victor's shirt. He could feel his face burning. His heart was thumping away in his chest, like a wild animal.
'You mean…to live…together?' He whispered.
'Yes,' Victor said.
'I…I don't know…' Yuri stuttered. He felt Victor's finger's fall still, at the back of his head.
'Is it too soon, to be thinking about that?' Victor asked him. 'I don't expect you to be deciding anything now. I was just wondering. I would be happy to live in Japan, if you wanted to stay close to your family? Or we could go somewhere else? Perhaps America, if you would like to live there again?'
'But together?' Yuri insisted, unable to let this detail slip by without further comment. 'You would like to live somewhere together? Just you and me?'
'Well…I suppose we could stay with your family for a little longer, if you like? I know that's common in Japan. But I thought you might prefer to get somewhere of our own, at some point.'
Yuri went quiet for some time, letting Victor's words sink in.
'I've never lived…by myself…with someone…' He said, eventually. He fell quiet again and started to chew on his bottom lip. 'I'm sorry. That doesn't make sense, does it?'
Victor looked up at him, with his blank, wide-eyed expression.
'No,' he agreed. 'I don't think so.'
'I meant, I've never lived with anyone other than my family,' Yuri said, quickly. 'Except when I was away, at college, but then I was living with other students.'
'Well, you've never had a lover, before, have you?' Victor said, making Yuri tense up, in his arms.
'Why did you have to bring that up?!' Yuri whined.
'Sorry, sorry!' Victor laughed. 'I only meant that it made sense.'
They were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Victor rushed to go get their food while Yuri dissolved into a puddle, in the middle of the floor. He didn't stop cringing until Victor came back and started nudging at him, with his toes.
'Hey, hey! Stop that! It's time to eat.'
They sat down at the table and shared out the food. Yuri cheered up when he saw all the different dishes. He started to work his way through a portion of dumplings, with relish.
'It's good, right?' Victor said.
'Mmmm!' Yuri agreed.
Once they were done eating they stayed sat at the table for a while, working their way through several bottles of Zhigulevskoye. Victor did not strip but he did start to sprawl over Yuri, snuggling up to him and murmuring in his ear.
'How would you like to decorate?' He asked him, at one point. 'If we get our own place?'
'I don't know,' Yuri said. He laughed, at the thought. He found that he was happy - deliriously happy - at the prospect. 'How would you like to decorate?'
'I think you and I should both have our own rooms,' Victor said, 'and you can cover your room with posters of me and I can cover my room with posters of you. How does that sound?'
'That's ridiculous!' Yuri said, laughing and cringing at the same time. 'I'd hate to see my face, plastered all over the walls!'
'But, you used to have my posters all over your bedroom walls, didn't you?' Victor teased.
That was different!' Yuri objected. 'That was before…when I was a teenager…' he took another sip of beer. 'Anyway, we wouldn't each have a room. We'd be sharing.'
Victor tilted his head and gave him a serious look, blue eyes flashing. 'Would we?' He asked.
'Yes,' Yuri replied. He felt his cheeks flushing. 'Well, of course we would.'
Victor pulled Yuri close and squeezed him tight. Then he tilted his head down and kissed him, on the lips.
It was only the second kiss that Yuri had ever had, in his entire life. Victor had given him both kisses, like presents - to show his love. Yuri had accepted the first, with pleasure and delight. (Oh! You shouldn't have! But I'm glad you did! Thank you! Thank you!) But this time, he returned the gift, pressing his mouth firmly against Victor's.
The kiss felt like it went on for a long time. Yuri was very aware of the pressure of the other man's lips, the warmth and weight of him. But, when they parted again, Yuri realised that it only lasted a moment. A couple of seconds, at the most.
'Yuri,' Victor whispered, breathily. He traced his fingers over Yuri's cheek and let out a soft ripple of laugher. 'Let's take a bath together!'
Yuri blinked and then recoiled. 'Heh?!'
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