Lovely Idiot

"Yuri!" A voice, nicely baritone and clear reached my ears. I looked up from my phone, playing one of Victor's performances during the recent Olympics, to see flowing strands of silver hair, blown by the wind and his equally aquamarine eyes glimmered straight into my dulled brown ones.

"Victor-san. Good work today." I greeted him with a calm expression but a deep blush spread like wildfire on my face when his hair tickled my nose, betraying my supposedly poise disposition.

"What did I tell you? Just call me Vicchan!" Victor whined, winding his arms around me, before locking his thin fingers on my waist. He was sweating from practice, the dark blue shirt he wore was damp with sweat but even so he still smelled so nice – just like the lemony body wash in his bathroom. Even the beads of perspiration trickling down his throat looked like they were glittering diamonds. Simply put, he was a perfect human being.

"What, like my poodle?" I raised an eyebrow but felt my lips twitching into a smile. The thought of my deceased brown dog made me reminisced in nostalgia but then also a little sad.

Victor did another low grunting sound, eyebrows scrunched close and thin lips pursed together. "But, didn't you named him after me?" He made an oh-so-obvious pout and I felt the urge to pat his head and play with those soft silver hair with my fingers. Victor was beautiful. While I was just your average-looking guy who gets fat easily whenever I binge-eat due to stress. Feeling unnecessary insecure was absolutely an understatement.

Truthfully, we've been going out for about six months now, of course I was the one who accidentally confessed to him first while in a drunk frenzy and the gullible but unpredictable Russian did the one thing I didn't expect him to; he straight up kissed me on the lips, hugged me and said, 'I like you too. So, please go out with me.'

Still, if you had been in my shoes, how would you feel about the whole 'we're dating' kind of thing with world's number one ice skater nonetheless? You'd be freaking out for sure, just like how I did – and still do. Every time I wake up in Victor's firm strong arms, I really hoped, wished, even begged that it wasn't some kind of a cruel dream within a dream, pinching myself hard enough to know it wasn't. But how long would I be able to remain floating in this fleeting reality? Only to be harshly waken up one day into a nightmarish grey world without Victor? The very thought made me nauseate, enough to make my head spin, leaving a sour taste in my mouth.

Victor seemed to have notice my brows furrowing deeper and he playfully poked between my forehead with his slender index finger, "Hey~ Don't space out in front of your boyfriend. I'll get terribly lonely, you know?"

"Uh, sorry..! I was just-umph!" I paused abruptly when another pair of lips smashed right into mine, cutting off my explanation. Victor was a terrific kisser. I learned this on our first date – or what took place afterwards. At first, he would shyly peck at my lips, his kisses were soft and sweet, and just like drugs, I became addicted to them soon enough as we continued exchanging more and more passionate hot kisses. Only when I relaxed a bit in his arms, did Victor began to show his more aggressive nature, licking the side of my lips before sticking his tongue into my mouth.

"Ah- no... Vic- not here...!" I struggled between words and pants, feeling my legs giving away under Victor's weight, body pitting against mine as we slid down the floor from the wall I was just leaning. We were still at the ice rink, hidden from a few other skaters by just some lockers away. "There's s-still... people.. around..!"

Victor decidedly ignored my words, going straight for a deeper kiss and I inevitably moaned, literally melting in his ardent persistent touches.

"Stop worrying about others... and start thinking about me.. and only me..!" Victor said as he momentarily broke our sloppy kiss, our mouths connected by a trail of saliva for a few seconds and I stared at him dumbly. "Huh?"

"I love you – and everything about you, your brown eyes and hair, your comical reactions, your expressions when we do it, your cute blushy face when you're with me, your obsession with poodles, your ice skating, us meeting – all of them, I cherish them all. You are my treasure, Yuri... So, please, love yourself more as much as you love me!" Victor squeezed my cheeks harder with both of his palms, his heat gradually transferred to my cold face now wet with tears. "Even your insecurities – I'll love and accept them all!"

"Why do you always..." I choked my words out while furiously wiping the tears with the back of my hands to dry them out. Always know what to say?

"Where did you get all that confidence?" I sulkily asked instead, planting my tear stained face onto his sturdy chest. Being with him was exhausting but also strangely relaxing. This sweet sense of paradox may not be too bad after all. I thought to myself, listening to Victor's slightly erratic heartbeat.

"From the day I started loving you... You gave me the confidence and courage to say what I want to say." Victor smoothly said, with a crooked smile on his lips but even so, he still looked as dashing as ever.

"You lovely idiot... Just what could you possibly see in me?" I circled my arms around his waist and as did he, we stayed in that position for a while when I felt something hard prodding against my crotch.

"You-!" My hazel eyes grew wide. Pervert!

"It's your fault for saying such adorable things..." Victor lightly chuckled as he playfully blamed me for him getting a boner. "And I've abstained long enough so can I please... have some of you today..?"

I almost yelped when Victor started rubbing and grinding our lower half together. A hand soon found its way into my pants and underwear, fondling with my butthole. "N-no, you can't-!"

"The fuck are you two doin'?!" A low-key voice interrupted our indecent moment and I shakily turned to face a familiar frowning blonde, carrying his sling bag with him. There he was. The other Yuri. The young and feisty uprising star of figure skating. Catching both Victor and I in our shameless act, in which I was more than mortified.

"Uh oh~" Victor said, lips twisted into a guilty smile but he did nothing to widen our distance nor did he pull away but instead he poked at my entrance, like it was the most normal thing to do.

"Victor-san, you idiot!" I smacked at his face hard, not caring if I'd injure that pretty face of his, his most important asset or whatever, anymore. "No sex for three more months!"

"WHAT!?"

End~

Lol that was random af. Well. It was rather plotless to begin with. Hope y'all enjoy reading it anyway and I am so not used to first person POV. :P