Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
Victor huffed, irritated. Since the Rostelecom Cup, his every minute that he had spent with Yuuri centered around practicing. Or looking through the programs, finding out new ways to make them more successful. Or watching videos about the other skaters, observing their moves. Victor craved for some free time with Yuuri which is not about anything else, but feeling good.
"Do you like curry, right, Victor?" Yuuri asked him, turning towards him. He was in front of the cooker, making their dinner. His whole family went to visit his grandparents, so they were the only ones who were in the onsen.
"Anything you make is perfect for me, Love," Victor said, walking up to Yuuri. He hugged him by his waist, pulling him a little bit closer. Yuuri blushed and tried to wiggle out from his arms. Victor let go of him automatically after Yuuri had given out that little noise that he always did when he felt uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, Yuuri," Victor mumbled, then sat back to the table.
After dinner, they were soaking in the hot spring. Yuuri was looking at Victor and saw how tense he was. His hands trembled a little from time to time and Yuuri closed his eyes. During those 8 months, he had learned how to read in his coach's body language. Victor wanted to touch him, but did not do anything until he would not give him permission.
"Um, Victor?" Victor turned towards him with a questioning look in his eyes. "My shoulders are a little bit sore. Would you be so kind and give me a massage? Please?" Yuuri asked, looking up at him with his most pleading eyes.
Victor beamed up so brightly that Yuuri literally had to close his eyes. Victor climbed out of the water and sat on the edge of the bath, while Yuuri adjusted himself between his legs. As Victor's hands started moving on his shoulders, Yuuri moaned out in content. The movements stopped immediately and when their gazes met, a deep blush appeared on Victor's face. The older man turned his head away, then continued what he was doing. Yuuri bit into his lips to hold back a giggle. His coach was so cute!
They were sitting on Victor's bed, speaking about nonsense. Yuuri asked Victor about his hometown and family and Victor taught him some basic Russian words. Yuuri's gaze turned towards the watch on the nightstand and he jumped up.
"Oh, god! I think it would be better if I-" he could not continue, because Victor grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the bed and started tickling him. "V-victor! Hhahhahahha… Have mercy!" Yuuri begged while laughing hysterically.
Victor turned onto his back, pulling Yuuri with himself. They lay in the bed like that. Victor, hugging Yuuri to himself who rested his head on his chest.
"Your hair smells nice, Yuuri," Victor said, breathing in the scent. Yuuri felt as his face heated up. "And your blushing face is adorable too."
"How do you know I am blushing?" Yuuri asked, nuzzling as close to Victor as possible, who chuckled lightly.
"I am your coach Yuuri. I know your body better than yourself."