The frigid air cut through Yuuri's thick coat like a blade, freezing him to the bone. He had thought that by now the abnormally cool temperatures of Russia would be less painful, but he was dead wrong. It was early march and since his arrival he had not witnessed a temperature higher than 2 degrees Celsius. Not that japan had been a sauna, but the spring temperatures were usually more on the chilly side rather than utterly frostbiting back in his home country.
Beside him walked Viktor, their arms intertwined and their gloved hands clasped together. The weather seemed to have no effect on his fiancé, however. The Russian man appeared to almost thrive in the cold, practically bouncing on his toes as they made their way down the snow riddled side walk. He chatted away, pointing out shops and restaurants he loved, giving off little facts he'd acquired over the years, stopping ever so often to peck Yuuri on the lips in an attempt to make sure the younger man was still paying attention.
"Aw. My childhood resides within the walls of this building," Viktor brought them to a standstill by a large, one story structure. The entire front was made of glass panes, the inside bare, save a stand of bleachers off to the side. From what Yuuri could make out a sign above the entry read something about skating and being closed, however his ability, or more so inability, to read in Russian limited how much he could actually understand.
"I first skated here when I was young, not even in school yet," his face was lit up as he rummaged through the memories, "When I was Yuri's age I would often come here when I wanted to be alone. They never had much business, mostly just kids who got dropped off while their parents needed a break, so I was rarely ever recognized as the famous Viktor Nikiforov. It's sad that it's closed."
Yuuri squeezed Viktor's hand in a sign of sympathy. He couldn't even dare imagine the loss he'd suffer if the ice castle ever went out of business.
They continued down the street shortly after, Yuuri slowly inching himself closer to Viktor in an attempt to stay warm. At this point he was practically under the older mans arm, their sides pressed together tightly. The pair had to look ridiculous, as they were walking on top of one another. However, Viktor liked the increased affection he was receiving and Yuuri enjoyed the heat, so they made no move to separate.
"We're really late." Yuuri chirped. They were on their way to a hotel in downtown Saint Petersburg. Their friends, mostly the guys they competed against, had rented out an entire floor, for the weekend, in honor of their impeding marriage. It was, to Yuuri's understanding, going to be like a stretched out bachelors party, minus the strippers.
"Ah they can wait. It's a weekend set up for us so who cares if we show up an hour later then they wanted. Besides, the address they gave us is right around the corner."
This building, in comparison to the last one they had stopped at, was an absolute monster. Yuuri was sure he'd counted at least 15 stories, possibly more, not taking into consideration basements and the such. The awning was a deep red and bore more Russian writing that Yuuri was uncertain of.
Viktor took the lead with the door greater, asking him for directions on how to check in. It took several minutes for him to explain the situation and why they were there, but eventually an understanding was reached. The silver haired man then ushered his fiancé to a counter that housed a young women. After a swift greeting she handed him a key card and offered to show the pair to the suite they'd been designated, but politely Viktor declined, claiming to know the hotels layout fairly well.
"So what do you think awaits us on the other side of these doors?" Yuuri asked, tugging gently on Viktors hand as they went up in an elevator. "I wonder if they're already drinking? Also, what do they have planned for us that's going to last an entire weekend?"
Viktor responded with laughter to Yuuri's unnecessary worry. As the elevator doors slid open a spacious room containing the group of men who had all made it to the Grand Prix Finals was revealed.
Chris was sat on a couch by himself, his long legs spread across the cushions. Craning his neck to look behind him, he smiled and gave a little wave to the grooms to be, then motioned for them to come over and join.
"You boys are late." He proclaimed, turning back to face the others. Among him was Phichit, who sat propped up against the couch, Yuri and Otabek who were sharing a love seat, and oddly enough, JJ, who had a chair to himself.
"Where the fuck have you two been?" Yuri asked, rolling his eyes dramatically. "You said you'd be leaving right after me. We've had to endure over an hour of annoying details pertaining to JJ's new programs for this year."
"You'll find it even more annoying when I win gold," The Canadian huffed.
"So... alcohol?" Phichit stood up from his spot, coming over to give Yuuri a hug. "We've got a lot, we plan to be absolutely smashed by the end of this weekend."
Yuuri's eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a bright pink. He had known walking into this they'd be getting drunk, how could they not at a three day long bachelors party, but he was still exceptionally weary about drinking after he learned the events that took place at the banquet a year ago.
"Wait!" Chris shot up. "We need to get drunk in a fun way."
"There's a non fun way?" Viktor asked, arching an eyebrow in question. He slid his coat off and hung it up, then helped his fiancé wiggle out of the bundle of jackets and assorted winter wear he'd wrapped himself up in before they'd began the 20 minute walk from their apartment.
"Well no. But, I was thinking that we could play drinking games." Chris began pouring something into several glasses. "We can start with never have I ever, to get nicely wasted. Then we can play a drunk game of truth or dare."
"Are we actually going to play children's games tonight?" Yuri moaned, brushing hair out of his face.
"Well we have a small Russian boy in our midst, so yes we will be playing children's games. However, I don't know what sort of childhood you are living where you played alcohol led games of truth or dare." Chris, who was clearly teasing Yuuri, began to pass out the drinks he'd poured.
"Who are you calling a small Russian boy?" The youngest skater in the room shouted as he snatched the drink from Chris's hand.
"Viktor, obviously."
"The rules are pretty simple. We each make a statement beginning with never have I ever. For example, Never have I ever been caught by my grandmother while having a foursome-"
"Has that actually happened to you?" Phichit interrupted Chris.
"Yes." he answered unabashedly. "Now anyways, If you've had that happen to you, you'd take a drink. You can say things that have happened to you for your turn, but the point of this game is to not have drank very much, so unless you want to lose, I wouldn't. Of course, eventually those of us who live an... eventful life, will probably be drunk faster then those of us who don't."
"Who's going to start?"
"I will!" Phichit volunteered, glancing around the room, eyes stopping on Yuuri. During their stay together in Detroit, they had gotten to know one another extremely well, and several things came to mind for him to say that would both ensure the Japanese skater would be taking a drink and be blushing. He decided to go easy on his friend the first round though and settled for a less targeting never have I ever.
"So, lets see... Never have I ever heard, or caught, anyone in this room having sex."
Yuri, Chris, and Viktor all took a drink from their glasses. Yuri physically cringed, not because of the alcohol, but because of the scarring memory.
"Okay I need stories." Phichit demanded, leaning in towards the circle they had formed on the floor.
"I'll go first," Chris volunteered. "Hold on to the edge of your seat, this is definitely a caught story, not a heard. So expect ALL the details."
Yuuri buried his face into Viktors shoulder, absolutely mortified at what was about to happen. He knew 2 of the three stories that were going to be told involved him. He was definitely not drunk enough to have to endear his sex life being broadcasted to not only his best friend, and his underage roomate(who sadly was going to be telling one of the stories), but to all the people he competed against on a professional level.
"Oh Chris," Viktor spoke up, "Don't forget that my story is a caught as well, so I'll make sure to match you detail for detail when I tell mine."
Not that Viktor was embarrassed. In all honesty, he found the memory quite amusing and would have probably told most of the people here without drinking being involved. However, the bright red Japanese man beside him was entirely embarrassed and he did not want his fiancé to be too upset this early into the game.
"Tsk tsk. You act as if I'm ashamed of the details." Chris purred, taking another drink simply because he could. "Basically, it was the first night in Barcelona. Viktor and I had been out swimming and when we had finished we went to his and Yuuri's room. They kicked me out shortly after, but against my better judgement I came back."
A groan escaped from Yuri, who was visibly disgusted by this story already. It was bad enough he often had to relive his own, soon he was going to have Chris's in the back of his mind as well.
"When I got there I didn't even consider knocking and just barged right in. That's when I saw this innocent man," He gestured towards Yuuri, who still was still shielding himself from the group using Viktor, "down on his knees-"
"Okay yeah that's enough," JJ waved his hands back and forth, "I have no interest hearing anymore. I have a girlfriend, you know."
"I suppose I could stop there... but really, it has a fantastic ending, doesn't it, Yuuri?" Chris smirked.
"Hmmmph!" Was Yuuri's only response.
"I'm gonna keep going, trust me, you'll be upset if I don't." Chris shot a quick glance at the couple of the hour, making sure he wasn't pushing too far. Viktor was stroking Yuuri's hair, a smile on both their faces, as he whispered something to his fiancé. Chris decided to finish his tale, as Viktor seemed to have calmed Yuuri's embarrassment slightly.
"So I walk in on that, a simple blow job, and immediately Yuuri stops what he's been working hard on, no pun intended, and and scoots away, but honestly, that just made it worse because Viktor decided that was a great moment to come and when he did it got all over Yuuri's face. So here I am, standing in a room with a naked Viktor Nikiforov, and a Yuuri Kastuki sporting a cum facial and Im at a loss for words so I just shut the door and went back to my room."
Yuri gagged, Otabek wore a look of mild horror, JJ dropped his cup in shock, and Phichit howled with laughter. Yuuri quickly resumed his position against Viktor, not wanting to accidentally make eye contact with anyone. He was horrified. Was that even the correct word? It seemed like horrified didn't have enough punch behind it to truly represent what Yuuri was feeling at the moment.
"I- oh my god," Phichit was practically doubled over in laughter, the sounds leaving his body resembling a painful wheeze. "Why haven't I ever heard this story before?"
"Ughhhhhhh!" Yuuri groaned, the sound muffled by Viktors shoulder. "Can we please move on no more stories for this one!"
"I agree with the piggy," Yuri chimed in, his face slightly green. He had no interest in learning anymore about anyone's sex life, and he definitely had no interest in reliving his own experience involving the two grooms to be.
"I third that!" JJ added, standing up to go refill his cup. An imagine of the silver medalist the way chris had described played over and over again in his mind. He was going to have to get wasted if he wanted to wake up on Monday with his sanity still in tact.
"I don't know where your going, JJ, it's your turn." Chris said.
"To refill my glass. It's almost like I can walk and talk at the same time." The Canadian responded, sarcasm oozing from his voice. "Anyways, never have I ever done anal."
Yuuri, Viktor, Chris, and Otabek all took drinks. Yuuri was still pink, a mixture of the earlier story time, and from having to let everyone know he'd had a dick up his ass. No one else seemed to be bothered however, not even Otabek, who's drink had honestly got everyone off guard.
"So...you're gay?" Chris asked, shooting him a wink and a smirk.
"Yes?" Otabek was confused. He'd just drank to having done anal, and there was still question on his sexuality? Maybe if everyone was this oblivious to his gender preferences, Yuri was as well? That would explain a lot...
"Interesting," Chris said flirtatiously. "I may need to pay a little more attention to you, eh?"
Beside Otabek, Yuri tensed, and it seemed almost as if he was hissing under his breath at Chris. The Kazakh smiled at that, hoping the cause for the young mans anger was Jealously.
"I guess I'll go now then," Viktor proclaimed to the group. While contemplating what to say, he snaked an arm around Yuuri and pulled him closer, almost to the point that he was in Viktor's lap. He placed a light kiss on Yuuri's collarbone, earning himself a yelp followed by a whispered scolding about how now was not the time for PDA.
"Never have I ever had pictures of me hanging on my bedroom wall." The Russian giggled as he spoke. He had decided it was time to get Yuuri drunk. The quicker it happened the less uptight he'd be and the more he'd enjoy his night.
Yuuri, Phichit, and Otabek all took a drink.
Katsuki seemed obvious, of course the literal fanboy would of had posters of his idol on his wall. Phichit, mildly more surprising, but not entirely out of the question. But Otabek? What? Yuri quirked an eyebrow at his friend, who simply gave a slight smile and shrug.
"What? I was a fan of his for quite a while." He mumbled in defense to Yuri. "You and he have been rink mates for your entire skating career so you don't get it. He had this special allure... As if he was almost untouchable. Of course, I grew out of that phase fairly quickly once I competed against him."
"Good job fueling his ego even more," Yuri stated. "He's already engaged to his number one fan girl, he doesn't need another one of his competitors to admit they look up to him as well."
"Yuri's just jealous that his boyfriend used to have a crush on Viktor!" JJ proclaimed as he walked back to his spot.
"He's not my boyfriend!" Yuri shot back, jumping up from his seat. "And I'm not jealous so shut up you stupid Canadian!"
Everyone began to laugh, and Yuuri gave him a sympathetic smile, which only made him angrier. The youngest boy sat back down, practically fuming and refused to make eye contact with Otabek beside him.
"You all suck," he huffed. "Take your turn, piggy."
"Oh, yeah, okay," Yuuri leaned his head on Viktor, trying come up with a decent question. The level of difficulty he was having confused him, as there were plenty of things he'd never done. "Um... Well I guess never have I ever had sex at a zoo?"
He entirely expected no one to drink to that one, but Chris did anyways.
"Why? Just why?" Phichit asked. "I mean of all the places? A zoo? That's so... gross honestly."
Chris laughed as he saw the look of utter bewilderment coating all six of the other skaters expressions. Even Viktor seemed astonished, something Chris was rather proud of. To surprise the king of bombshells was a pretty hefty achievement. The only person he'd ever seen be able to accomplish it was Yuuri.
"We were there, we were in the mood, we figured it would make a nice story."
"Who the fuck is 'in the mood' at a zoo!" Yuri wore a look of pure disgust on his face. They were less than thirty minutes into this game and he'd already been more repulsed in that short time then he'd been in his entire life.
"Honestly I'd ask for an explanation but you'd actually give one" JJ was still reeling from the first never have I ever, he just hadn't expected a story like that. And he just kept imagining it... and now he was imagining Chris getting fucked in a zoo...
The Canadian grabbed his cup and drank everything it.
"Thirst boy are we?" Chris teased as JJ stood up a second time to refill his cup.
"I'm drinking to forget." He poured until the liquid was touching the rim, then he leaned in to drink it down to a safer height.
"Understandable." Yuri breathed out. "So it's my turn I guess."
He looked over at Otabek, who shot him a supportive smile and a discreet thumbs up. It made the corners of Yuuri's lips curve upwards slightly, and he wanted to leave the room just a little bit less.
"Never have I ever, I don't know this game is dumb, is it supposed to be sexual or are you guys just freaks?" He asked Chris.
"It doesn't have to be, but come on, you have to admit that makes it more funny."
"Not really." He didn't find the humor in listening to everyone talk about all the sex they've had. "Never have I ever done drugs."
Chris drank, with no surprise to anyone, followed by several seconds of silence before Yuuri met Phichit eyes and they both drank at the same time.
Did the fact that his fiancé had done drugs before surprise Viktor? Yes. Yes It did.
"Since when are you a bad boy?" He whispered into Yuuri's ear. The Russian skater was definitely intrigued. Was it really that insane that they'd done drugs, probably weed at the most? No, but that didn't change the fact that it being Yuuri who had done it was a major shocker.
Yuuri was beginning to get decently intoxicated by this point, and for the first time that night he didn't blush or act embarrassed when Viktor kissed him. The Japanese man turned so that he was definitely now in Viktor's lap, and laced both his arms around his neck. The kiss was full of clanking teeth and desperate tongues and it made Viktor want to sneak away from this party.
The mood was broken by an empty cup hitting the floor beside them.
"It's Beka's turn." Yuri told them, crossing his arms.
"Uh thanks." The Kazakh shifted so that he was now leaning towards Yuri, his hand planted on the ground directly behind the blond. "Never have I ever... had sex on the ice."
The only skaters to drink that round were Yuuri and Viktor.
Neither seemed bothered by that, however. Viktor wasn't bashful even when sober, so the alcohol only amplified his inability to be ashamed. And well Yuuri... he'd finally got enough liquid courage in him to stomp away all his inhibitions.
"Where at?" Chris asked, his eyes full of curiosity and his lips turned into a sly grin. "And did you have skates on? Might as well give us the full story."
Several skaters around the room moaned something along the lines of 'no' but either Yuuri did not hear them, or he did not care.
"The ice castle," the Japanese man giggled, moving so that he could look at Viktor. "I was in a weird mood and couldn't sleep we so went to skate late one night. And yeah, we had skates on."
"That program is just so touchy!" Viktor added, almost as an afterthought.
Everyone's faces grew confused as they tried to decipher what Viktor meant by that. Touchy? Why would a program be touchy? Unless...
"You two are working on a pair skate!" JJ asked before anyone else could.
Both men began to laugh uncontrollably, hanging on to one another as if they could fall at any moment, despite sitting firmly on the floor.
"That my buddy, my pal, it is top secret information that I am neither confirming nor denying!" Yuuri gave Viktor a peck on the lips as he ended his sentence.
"You can't drop a bomb like that and not give us details!" Phichit had both arms outstretched towards the couple, unable to really process what was happening. "You guys aren't leaving men's singles are you?"
"You dumb piggy! You have to compete against me again!" Yuri roared, taking a finger and jabbing it it into his shoulder. "And you too, you old man!"
The duo was practically sobbing at this point from laughter, Yuuri had tears running down his face and Viktor was wheezing. Eventually it became too much and Yuuri let go of his grip on Viktor, falling straight backwards. His legs were still wrapped around his fiancé's waist, but he was now laying partially on the floor, his torso in the middle of the circle.
"We are not quitting you silly gooses!" Yuuri held one arm up and began randomly flicking his wrist in different directions. "It's just something fun we've been working on, for the wedding."
There were 5 audible sighs, everyone glad that they weren't retiring from their original division. Yeah, they were all ridiculously competitive, but in the end they had become somewhat of a family and they were not ready to lose that family just yet.
"Well now that we've established those two aren't quitting, I suppose it's time for Chris to take his turn." JJ, who had by far drank the most tonight, seemed to be holding his liquor extremely well, especially when compared to the two lovebirds in the room. "Try not to blow our minds too much with your crazy sex life."
"Crazy? My sex life?" The Swiss man shot a smile, and fluttered his eye lashes at the group. "Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone in this room."
Yuuri, Viktor, Otabek, and Yuri all took a drink.
Several things shocked Phichit. One, that Chris had took such a chaste route. Two, that Yuri Plisetsky, the Russian punk, had the emotional capacity to actually want to kiss someone... and three, that the person who he was interested in was in this circle.
"Ohhhh who does the Grand Prix Finals Gold medalist want to kiss?" JJ asked in a light tone, most definitely set out to tease the youngest boy. "If you've developed a crush on me, I completely understand."
"You fucking wish!" Yuri huffed, "Don't even bother asking who, I'm not gonna tell you losers."
"Aw come on, Yurio!" Yuuri egged on, still laying in the middle of the circle. He raised up slightly to meet Yuri's eyes. "If you tell me who you want to kiss, I'll tell you who I want to kiss!"
"Dumb piggy..." he murmured, looking away.
"So Yuuri is wasted and everyone's took a turn. That's a wrap on Never have I ever round 1!" Phichit announced, standing up and grabbing everyone's cups, "Who's ready for go number two?"
A/N: So, I hope you guys like this. It's gonna have probably around 5 chapters(maybe more) and they'll all mostly just be them getting drunk/doing stuff while drunk. If you liked the story leave a comment! Thanks so much for reading!
