Entry #: 12
For: Yubo WAVE!2
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The bouquet was simple, really. Three snow white roses in full bloom surrounded by small yellow flowers and wrapped in pale pink paper. Boris would have usually protested at the color, but since it was Valentine's Day, he chose not to argue with the store clerk. Besides, it wasn't about the paper. It was about the flowers…and Yuriy. They may not have cost that much, but it was the thought that counted, and he knew from experience that Yuriy would love them.
Merely one year ago today they had finally admitted their nearly life long crush on each other. All it took was a bouquet of the same flowers he was holding in his hands this very moment. Boris smiled fondly at the memory. Yuriy had looked absolutely adorable when Boris thrust the flowers into his hands as they walked through the light snowfall. When Yuriy had looked up at Boris questionably and then back down at the flowers, Boris merely grinned and ruffled Yuriy's fiery red locks. Soon after Boris presented Yuriy with the flowers, they had shared their first kiss at the doorstep of Yuriy's apartment.
Boris smirked as he remembered what had transpired after they moved their little make-out session on the steps into the house. Sure, it had been a little too soon for that, but they were hormone crazed teenagers with about 7 years of pent up sexual tension between the two of them. Come to think of it, they still were hormone crazed teenagers who thought it was hilarious when the neighbors complained about how loud Yuriy was.
Pale lavender eyes danced with mischief as he climbed up the stairs leading to his and Yuriy's shared apartment, the flowers hidden behind his back. He knocked loudly on the door, having forgotten his key. As he waited for Yuriy to answer it, he half hoped that his love was already naked since he had almost ripped Yuriy's brand new tournament outfit last year trying to get it off him.
When Yuriy finally answered the door, the redhead wore nothing more than a thin white robe, his damp red hair falling about his face and shoulders. One hand was placed on a slender hip while the other still held the door open, a pout upon his cherry red lips. He brightened up, however, when Boris thrust the bouquet in his hands, making Yuriy's stunning blue eyes sparkle with happiness. The flowers were soon forgotten when Boris stepped inside, pulling the door closed, immediately pulling his redheaded beauty into a fierce lip-lock.
'Yes,' Boris thought as he carried Yuriy bridal style into their room, 'The best way to get Yuriy into bed is to buy him presents.'
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