No matter how hard you might try to convince someone otherwise, the alarm going off in the morning is by far the worst sound in the world. The blaring and repetitive beeping that Yuuri had only ever learned to loath began its daily, obnoxious loop. A heavy arm reached out from underneath the blankets, and slammed down on the snooze button. Yuuri rolled over, facing away from the insulting object, and suddenly found himself chest to chest with someone else. The gears in his head slowly began turning, and he started to register his lack of clothes. Soon, the memories from the previous night began flooding back in.
Yuuri opened his eyes and saw Viktor, his latest fling, still sleeping on the mattress next to him. Long silver hair was a wreck; clear tangles creating a bed head that still somehow looked good on the other male.
Yuuri's period of observation was cut short by the alarm sounding off once more. This time, Viktor began waking up as well. The other man slowly blinked his eyes open. The two made sleepy eye contact, before Viktor made the first greeting.
"доброе утро" The unfamiliar language rolled off of his tongue. His voice was hoarse, likely a mixture of only recently waking up, and last nights activities straining his throat.
"What?" It was a stupid response, and Yuuri internally groaned the second he said it. But his brain was still half-asleep.
"Good morning." The ashen-blond translated.
"Oh. Good morning."
The beeping of the alarm was starting to drive him nuts, so Yuuri made the first move to push himself off the mattress. He shut off the alarm completely, before stretching his arms above his head. "Did you sleep ok?"
"Really well." Viktor rolled over to lay on his stomach. "Your bed is super comfy."
Yuuri couldn't help the smile on his face. "Thanks." He swung his legs over the side of the mattress, planting his feet on the carpeted floor. The warm fuzz felt good beneath his toes. The asian man eventually managed to push himself up off the bed entirely, and walked over to where he knew his dresser was, fumbling a hand on the top surface until he came into contact with his glasses. He flicked them open and slid them on. When he turned around, Viktor was still mostly on the bed, but was leaning over the side just enough to reach his jeans on the floor. The man was digging through his pockets. Eventually, he pulled out a decorative, metal cigarette case, and a lighter. "Do you mind if I smoke?"
Yuuri took a second to think as he opened up his drawers and began to pull out clean underwear, socks, and pants for the day. "I guess not. Let me just open a window first." He walked over to the window next to his desk and slid it open. Afterwards, he left the room, coming back moments later with a small ceramic bowl. He put the bowl down on the bedside table. "You can use this as an ashtray."
Viktor didn't hesitate open up his cigarette case, pulling one out and holding it between his lips. He flicked a small flame onto his lighter, and held it to the end of his cigarette. Once it was lit, he took a long drag.
The smell filled the room faster than the smoke. It didn't really bother Yuuri. His father had smoked his whole life, and his sister had picked up the habit while she was in highschool. The man focused on getting ready for work. He found his phone and sent a quick text to his boss, saying that he would be late that morning, but would stay behind to make up for it. He swapped dirty underwear for clean, before pulling up a pair of black trousers. He found one of many black leather belts hanging on the back of his closet door. Once it was secured around his waist, Yuuri flipped through his different button down shirts. He settled on royal blue, before slipping the shirt off of the hanger, and stuffing his arms through the sleeves. He was in the middle of fastening the buttons when a thought hit him. "Do you need clothes or something? You can borrow a shirt if you want."
"Hm?" Viktor tapped the ashes on the edge of his cigarette into the bowl. "I'll be fine wearing what I came in."
"Alright." The asian man pulled a tie out of his closet, and began securing it around his neck.
"What ever happened to casual Fridays?"
"I've got a meeting this afternoon. Can't exactly meet my supervisor in jeans." Yuuri explained. When he turned around to face Viktor again, he saw that the other man had snubbed out his cigarette, and wa beginning to shift himself out of the bed. Yuuri's face turned hot when he saw the russian slip out from underneath the sheets.
The young man still wore only his underwear, the rest of his body fully exposed. Along with the skin showing, where the large, deep purple bruises that existed in a column down the side of his neck, and in several patches over his collar, chest and stomach. They were practically dalmatian spots from the contrast of purple and pale.
Viktor noticed the staring. The silver haired man looked down and saw the various bruises for himself. "Yeah. That happens. The curse of being fifty shades of mayonnaise white; I bruise really easily."
It was impossible for Yuuri to keep himself from laughing. The sound sputtered out before he was able to cover his mouth with his hand. "Sorry." He managed between laughs. "I've just never heard that before."
Viktor only shrugged, although a smile was spread across his face. He then stood up from the bed, and moved around the room to track down every scattered article of clothing.
"You sure you don't want to borrow clothes?" Yuuri asked. He watched the other struggle to return the pant legs of his jeans from their current inside-out state.
"Mmm. I think I'm fine." The man forced his legs into his skinny jeans. He had to jump and wiggle to get the snug fabric over his hips. "I wouldn't know how to get it back to you anyways."
"Oh. Right." Yuuri adjusted the knot of his tie in a mirror. "Can I drive you anywhere? Are you going to be late for work or something?"
"I'd certainly appreciate a ride." Viktor pulled his shirt over his shirt. His long hair was pulled out from underneath his collar in one motion. The silver strands cascaded down his back. There were some clear tangles, that he tried to comb out with his fingers, only to fail. "I don't have class today though, so just a ride home would be great."
Yuuri's hand froze. Oh no. Red lights began flashing. The last thing you wanted to hear after a one-night-stand was that they were a student. Student implied young. Young could imply illegal. "Um… Viktor?"
"Yeah."
As much as he didn't want to risk knowing, he had to. "How only are you?"
"Twenty-three." Viktor glanced at the other male just in time to see the immediate relief rush over his face. "When I say 'class', I leam college. I made my schedule so I don't have class on Fridays."
Thank God. Crisis averted. "A three day weekend, huh? Sounds nice."
"Except for the stress of trying to graduate. I've got a lot of work to do on the weekends."
Normally, Yuuri would have asked more questions. He thought himself a pretty friendly person, and liked getting to know others. But prying for information post-sex was just weird, and a tad bit creepy.
"How about you?" Viktor asked. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven." Yuuri slipped a suit jacket off a hanger, and folded it over his arm. He turned around and looked at Viktor, standing around in only skinny jeans and a crop top. Yuuri was cold just looking at him. He reached back into his closet and pulled out a dark gray pullover hoodie with a shark logo on the upper right side. He then held it out the the younger male, offering it to him. "Just take it."
"You sure?" Viktor corked up an eyebrow. When he got a nodded confirmation, the ashen blond took the hoodie with a thank you. It was a little bit big on him.
"I don't mean to rush you," Yuuri began. "But are you just about ready?"
"Oh, yeah." The younger man patted the pockets of his jeans, confirming that he had his wallet and his phone. "Yeah, I can leave any time."
There was a brief scramble as they took turns in the bathroom. Then, the two got their shoes by the front door. Once they were both set to go, Yuuri took the lead and walked them back to the elevators. The pressed the button for the underground parking lot, and waited.
His car was your basic, silver-grey 2010 Toyota corolla. Yes, it was a couple years old, and pretty plain overall, but it got the job done. At the moment, as the tanned man was unlocking the doors with a press of a button, Yuuri was thanking his lucky stars that his car was clean. Sometimes he would have a bunch of papers and files for work all over the back bench. Maybe some dry-cleaning hanging over one of the windows. That would have been really embarrassing. Yuuri quickly tossed his suit jacket into the back seat, where he saw his work bag still sat, before securing his seat belt and sticking his key in the ignition. "So where to?"
"I can pull up directions on my phone. One sec." They waited for the maps app on Viktor's phone to boot up so that the male could type in his address. Once the directions were available, they headed out.
The area that Viktor's GPS took them too was about a thirty-five minute drive away; not super close, but certainly not far. It was a block with several large, brick apartment buildings that were clearly in the middle of a college-centered neighborhood. There were signs on the side of the road directing drivers to the University campus, and food-related businesses were all advertising closing hours past one in the morning.
"You can just drop me off at the corner here." Viktor pointed to the intersection at the end of the block.
Yuuri gave a silent nod before pulling over to the sidewalk. "Alright, well, um…" He never really figured out what to say here. This part was always awkward. "Does 'thank you for a good time' make me sound like an asshole?"
The amused expression that grew across Viktor's face was accompanied by a light laugh. The younger man leaned over the front seat, placing a short kiss to Yuuri's cheek. "Thanks for the ride." With that, Viktor unbuckled his seatbelt, and climbed out of the car.
Yuuri watched as the silver haired man sauntered around the corner. Once Viktor was completely out of view, he flicked on his turn signal, and reentered the flow of traffic.
The second Viktor turned the key in the lock of his apartment's front door, and walked into his home, he was tackled by a large, brown ball of fluff. Paws pushed up against his chest, almost knocking him over. He instantly was on the receiving end of many excited licks 'hello'.
"Well hello my little puff ball!" Viktor's voice went up two octaves as he spoke to his dog. He always felt bad when he would be gone for the night, leaving his beloved Makkachin behind. He couldn't explain to the dog what was happening after all. "How's my perfect little Makkachin?" The poodle barked his response. Once content with his greeting to his owner, he dropped back onto all fours. The dog's tail was wagging about a mile a minute.
"I fed him for you." A voice came from a man sitting on a couch in the open living area.
"Thank's Chris." Viktor gave his dog some well deserved ear rubs.
Chris was his roommate. They met during Viktor's second year at college, which had been Chris' first. But, due to various circumstances, they were now both lined up to graduate at the end of this school year. While Viktor was thin and androgynous, Chris was muscular and masculine. In the years they had known each other, Chris had built up until he had a chiseled face and a body sculpted by the gods. His previous curly mane from freshman year was now short-kept, the slightly longer hairs on top bleached blond. He tended to forget to shave, so on occasion, he would have a build up of whiskers around his chin.
"Don't worry about it. I had to feed Ange anyways."
Where Viktor was definitely a dog person, Chris liked cats more. He had a very beautiful, and very well groomed kitten with some of the softest white fur in the world. Thankfully, Ange and Makkachin got along just fine.
"So it looks like you had fun last night." The amused glint in his roommate's' eyes didn't go unnoticed. Chris was quite obviously referring to the thick hickies that mutilated the other's neck. Despite the added fabric from the hoodie, that location was still unshielded from prying eyes.
"He was a lot of fun actually." Viktor sat down on the couch next to his roommate. His poodle bounded over, resting his head on his owners lap, asking for much needed attention.
"Do I get any juicy details?" Chris sipped at a mug of coffee. His attention shifted from his laptop, which had been resting on the coffee table, to Viktor.
"Asian. Decently tall. Not a bad body." Viktor reached to take the mug from Chris' hands and took a large gulp.
"You know there's more coffee in the pot right?" Chris quirked an eyebrow.
"But the coffee pot is in the kitchen, and I'm already sitting down." The silver haired man said matter of factly. He returned the coffee mug to its original owner.
Chris only shrugged. "Asian though huh? That's different for you."
"Is it?"
"Normally you're out with six foot something white guys. We all know you have a thing for green eyes and brown hair."
Viktor smiled at the comment. It wasn't an incorrect statement. He was known for having a type, and wasn't even remotely ashamed of it. But still, he wasn't about to let the jab slide. "I love how you just described yourself."
"Hey now. I'm blonde." The other man pushed himself up off the couch, taking his mug with him, and walked to the open kitchen in the main room. From over the back of the couch, Viktor could see his best friend find another mug on the countertop, and fill both with pitch black liquid from a pot. Some creamer was splashed into either mug, and a packet of sugar into one.
"You sure about that?" Viktor called. "Cause I distinctly remember seeing a box for hair bleach in the bathroom trashcan last week.
"I have to get my highlights right." Chris walked back over to the couch and handed Viktor the mug with the added sugar. "There. I got you coffee, now you give me details. What's his job? What's the paycheck like? Did he take you out first? How was the sex?"
"Don't know his job, so I don't know how much he makes." Viktor took a sip from his coffee. He could feel it seeping into him as though the caffeine were his life blood. "And you know damn well I was at a bar last night."
Chris shrugged. "So did he buy you a drink then?"
"Yeah. Only 'cause he accidentally made me spill my first one."
"Seriously?" Chris didn't sound impressed. "I can't believe he knocked your drink. That's rude."
"Not at all! It was clearly an accident. He was actually quite sweet about it." Viktor couldn't help but try and defend his one-night-stand.
"Fine. How was the sex then?" It was pretty clear that Chris was getting a bit impatient about that. Both knew that all Chris really wanted to hear about was the raunchy stuff. The other questions were all just courtesy before the real questions started.
Viktor grinned along the rim of his coffee cup. He didn't even need to recall the memories of last night's actions; his body still remembered very well. There was still a slight throb in his hips, not painful, but present. Earlier that morning he had looked in the mirror and inspected the visible damage. He was a wreck of bruises and bite marks underneath. "All I can say is 'damn'."
"Was he kinky?"
"Um.. Not that I could tell. A little hair pulling, but that was it."
"Interesting." The bleached-blond man took a sip of coffee. "So what's this guy's name? Or did you skip that part?"
"Yuuri." Viktor said. "I didn't get a last name though."
Chris looked stared at him. Eye wide, mouth hanging open a centimeter, before he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth for a second. "You… You realize that's your brother's name right?"
Viktor rolled his eyes. "Why do you think I actually remembered it?"
"That's fucking weird."
"I can't help the names of the guys I sleep with." In one big gulp, Viktor finished off his coffee. He got up from the couch and began walking around the furniture of the room. "I seriously need a shower."
"You gonna see that guy again?" Chris called over his shoulder.
"I didn't get a number."