v-nikiforov: Summer loving! I miss the beach!

yuri-plisetsky: Get a room.

v-nikiforov: ;)

yuri-plisetsky: You're so gross.

Victor was prevented from replying by the bedroom door slamming open and his fiancé stomping in.

"Victor!" oh…he's definitely seen the photo. "What is this?" Yuuri thrust his phone under Victors nose.

"It's a photo of us from back in the Summer! When we where young, and in love, but the other didn't know it" Victor crooned at him. Yuuri's eyes narrowed. He knew what Victor meant. They'd each had feelings for the other, but Yuuri was oblivious to Victors feelings for him and didn't think the Russian returned them, whereas Victor wasn't entirely sure how Yuuri felt and had adopted a slow and steady approach to get him to open up. They'd grown closer that summer, hugging and touching without thinking about it. It had become second nature. Yuuri actually really liked the photo but he wasn't going to admit that to Victor right then.

"Stop being so dramatic. Did you have to share it with the entire skating world Victor?" Yuuri asked evenly. "How did you even get this photo anyway?"

"Minako took it and sent it to me!" Victor said excitedly. "She just found it in her camera roll, I had to share it!" Yuuri sighed and pinched his nose. Yuuri much preferred to keep his private life private, whereas Victor wanted everyone and anyone to know that Yuuri was his and his alone. He couldn't resist frequently posting photos of the two of them. It drove Yuuri mad. There had been much debate about the rings and what they meant, but between that, the kiss, and all of Victors photos the media was soon crowing about their engagement and trying to pry in to their business. Something Yuuri, as a private person, really didn't enjoy. Sometimes I really just want to channel Yurio and smack him one. Just…..on the arm or something. Yuuri amended his thoughts hastily.

Victors phone buzzed and he glanced down to see incoming messages.

Yurio: Hey, no comeback to my comment?

Yurio: Oh wait. I know.

Yurio: Yuuri totally just saw the photo and he's murdering you right now right?

Victor: Murdering me with love ;)

Yurio: GROSS. Too much information.

Yurio: When will someone teach you that sharing isn't always caring?!

Victor chuckled.

"What?" Yuuri asked him, trying to peer at his phone.

"Nothing!" Victor said quickly. Too quickly. Yuuri and Yurio had bonded more and become closer since Yuuri had joined them at their rink in St. Petersburg. Yuuri was now well versed in Yurio speak and he was well aware of how much the teenager cared about both he and Victor. Although if he and Yuuri had an argument Victor found himself out numbered and being yelled at by an angry Yurio. He always takes Yuuri's side, it's so unfair. Victor grumbled mentally. But he couldn't begrudge the teen. Victor had never been in a proper relationship before and he and Yurio where both aware that if anyone screwed it up, it would be Victor given his track record. Yurio was just worried Victor would do something and then he'd have no Yuuri anymore. Victor and Yuuri had become a supportive team to the boy that they all knew he desperately wanted to keep. It was like they where his parents, a fact the teen hated admitting.

Yuuri was constantly berating Victor for teasing the teenager, embarrassing him and 'grossing' him out with their relationship but Victor was well aware that Yurio was often reassured by the 'sickeningly' cute photos Victor sometimes shared. Teasing Yurio was Victors way of showing affection to the boy, it was one of the few ways he'd allow affection to be shown. Victor hadn't quite managed to get him used to hugging yet. It was also his way of trying to reassure the teen that he and Yuuri's relationship wouldn't take either of them from him.

"Oh my God Victor. Stop tormenting Yurio." Yuuri threw his hands up in the air and walked in to their living room. Throwing himself down on the couch. He could hear Victor laughing from the bedroom.

Yurio: Do you need help killing Victor?

Yurio: Or do you want me to hack in to his account and take the photo down, he has the same password for everything.

Yurio: Idiot.

Yuuri smiled at the boys gruff thoughtfulness. Yurio wasn't touchy feely, he had trouble showing his affection and he often felt uncomfortable when affection was shown to him. Yuuri had been similar at one point, at least with Victor. But Yurio understood completely how Yuuri felt about keeping his private life private.

Yuuri: No, it's fine. I actually kind of like the photo.

Yuuri: I just wish he'd told me first so I didn't get blindsided by people teasing me about it.

Yuuri had no idea what people where talking about when they'd started asking him about it…teasing him about it. Mila had shown him on her phone before he'd left the rink. He'd stayed later than Victor to get some extra practice in with Yurio. He understood Victor wanted to share his happiness with the world, and Yuuri was working on it but it still made him a little uncomfortable. Phichit had been the same way, everything had to go on Instagram.

Yuuri took his phone out and studied the photo. Okay so….Victors thousands of followers have seen me half naked. No big deal. I mean before basically no-one had except for my mom, my family…Victor obviously and some friends. But now my half naked body is all over the internet. No big deal. It's fine. Yuuri took deep breaths. Stop being stupid Yuuri it's not like it's a big deal…besides Victors half naked too and his fangirls will just photoshop you out when they re-share the image.

Yuuri remembered the day vividly. It had been one of the hottest days of the summer, and Victor and Yuuri had taken a day off from training to enjoy the weather. They'd gone to the beach with Makkachin, Minako, Yuuko and Mari to bask in the sun and cool off in the sea. It had been a perfect day. Yuuri and Victor had opened up to each other, and become close after their talk on that very beach. Yuuri's childhood crush…okay….always crush on Victor transforming in to something more with each day. Yuuri had caught himself staring at Victors bare, fit…taut….firm…..torso, more than once and had to rip his gaze away before the Russian noticed. It had turned out later that Victor had been doing the same to him. Except Victor didn't flush guiltily every single time.

The two of them had been working up a sweat, throwing a ball for Makkachin, playing chase with him, wrestling in the sand with him. They'd spent hours running around with the poodle, both on the sand and in the shallows. The poodle loved jumping at the oncoming waves and Victor and Yuuri had joined in, lost in the joy of feeling the sun on their skin, the sand below their feet and the cooling spray of the sea. By the end of it, they'd been sweaty, covered in sand and salt water and badly in need of a break. Yuuri and Victor had plopped down to the sand, laying back and trying to catch their breath. They'd gazed up at the clear, blue sky, and Yuuri had realised he'd never felt more relaxed. After a while, Victor had climbed to his feet, heading towards the beach showers.

"I need to cool off! Besides, the combination of sea, sweat and sand isn't pleasant" Victor had said. "Come join me!" He'd called, gesturing at Yuuri. Yuuri had sighed and heaved himself to his feet, following at a much slower pace than Victor. Not least because he was admiring the muscles playing across his back….and his incredible ass. Victor had made a beeline for the showers, practically throwing himself at the thing. The sea water had been warmed by the sun, and the shower was likely the only way to cool off on the entire beach at that point. Victor had enthusiastically turned the water on, relishing in the feel of cold, clean water agains his skin.

"Ah, so good! Hurry up Yuuri! You're missing out!" Victor had called, turning to face him, one hand on his hip, the other waving at him before he brought it to his head to run his hand through his hair. Yuuri's mouth had gone dry. Victor was just standing there….water…..flowing down the planes of his stomach. It was quite the uh….view. He remembered.

Yuuri had shaken himself out of his stupor, realising he'd stopped and had rushed in to the shower quickly, hoping the water would hide and cool off his red face. Yuuri had stood with his face turned up towards the showerhead, which was why he hadn't seen Victor reach across and tickle him. Yuuri had immediately started to giggle.

"Wha-wha-what are you doing?!" Yuuri gasped out between laughs.

"You where too tempting a target" Victor practically cackled, continuing his merciless assault.

"G-g—get off" Yuuri laughed hysterically, trying to twist away.

"Oh, you still have sand in your hair" Victor exclaimed and the tickling had stopped as Victor reached out quick as a flash and started to rub his fingers through Yuuri's hair. Yuuri had been in the middle of laughing when it happened and it took him a moment to register what was going on. It felt so good, the sun beating down, the cool water, laughing and joking with Victor, Victors hands gently working through Yuuri's hair to get the sand out. Yuuri felt so relaxed with Victor. Rather than stiffening up or running away like he would have before he just continued to grin, and then he burst in to laughter again. Makkachin had followed the two of them and was jumping up trying to catch the spray from the shower in his mouth, and inadvertently taking a shower himself. Or rather…stealing Victors as the man had leaned mostly out of it to help Yuuri. Yuuri had looked up at Victor and caught sight of him properly.

"You can't talk!" Yuuri had exclaimed as he'd spotted sand liberally dusting Victors hair. Yuuri had reached out without a second thought and started to mimic what Victor was doing to him, gently trying to return the favour.

"If you're going to wash my hair, then it's only fair that I wish yours" Yuuri had chuckled, not thinking twice about the seemingly flirty nature of his words. He and Victor had spent far longer than necessary in that shower, once they'd worked he sand out of each others hair they'd spent a few minutes laughing at the way their hair stuck up. That had descended in to them both trying to ruffle each others hair at the same time, trying to make the others hair stand up in the most ridiculous way. Makkachin jumping up at them, wanting to be involved.

Yuuri smiled at the memory and looked up as he heard footsteps padding in to the living room.

"Want to go recreate this photo?" Yuuri asked, with a smirk and a nod in the direction of the bathroom. Victor smirked back.

"I can think of a way to improve it" he said, grabbing Yuuri by the hand and dragging him after him.