Oops.
Thanks to katdragneel1 for the favorite and to midnightsky0612 for reviewing!
Enjoy
Yuuri isn't totally sure what Victor is. He's a master of Eros, that's for sure. Sometimes, Yuuri has trouble believing it.
He cards his fingers gently through soft ivory hair, hypersensitive to every breath ghosting across his skin. Outside, the world is silent and dark. Their top floor hotel room is dimly lit, enough so that Yuuri can see silhouettes of snowflakes falling lazily through the air. The TV silently flashes ethereal colors and shadows across Victor's features. The hotel couch is scratchy and uncomfortable and Victor's head is making his leg numb, but he wouldn't move if he could.
He's so peaceful, Yuuri notices for what could be the millionth time that hour. He's not up and running around and shouting. He's not Russian Skating Legend the Marvelous Victor Nikiforov. He's not The Hottest Bachelor in the World Victor Nikiforov. He's just Victor. Calm, silent, peaceful Victor.
"Yuuri?" He yawns drowsily, blinking hazy blue eyes open lethargically. "What time s'it?"
Yuuri leans down to press his nose against Victor's snowy hair. "About ten."
When Yuuri pulls away, Victor stops him, their faces inches apart, and Yuuri's breath hitches. He can feel fingers- he's not sure who's- twitching nervously against his cheek.
Victor sneezes, so sudden that Yuuri jumps in his seat and Victor goes tumbling off the couch and rolling until he hits his head hard on the low common table.
"Owwwwwww!" Victor sits up, holding the back of his head in his palms. "Yuuri, you've killed me how could you owwww ow!"
Very torn between laughing and worrying, Yuuri opts for darting over to his coach and kneeling in front of him, extending hesitant hands toward the pain-scrunched face.
Victor's eyes shoot open and his hands shoot out, clasping around Yuuri's neck and pulling them both backwards to the floor. Victor flashes his heart-shaped smile and laughs, "I got you, didn't I, Yuuri?"
"V- Victor!" Yuuri half laughs, half cries. "You had me worried."
In response, Victor presses his heart-shaped smile to Yuuri's pouting mouth, leaving a blush and a vague tingling sensation.
When Yuuri gathers enough of his confidence back to call Victor out again, the elder is already fast asleep.
So, I was having a conversation with myself and I have come to the conclusion that I'm afraid fluff and crack is getting boring. First of all, I don't write it well. Second of all, this is an OTP prompt and let's face it Victuuri is everyone's MAIN OTP so here's a question:
Should I write something T-rated? (I refuse to write lemons I'm sorry I need at least a shred of dignity)
Please review I really need to know that answer I am begging you.