A/N: OHMYGODPEOPLEARESTILLREADINGTHISWHAT
So people keep asking (and by keep asking I mean like two I think...) what happened to Yuuri. Though I much like keeping you in the dark, the answers are (partially) all there in chapter 3. In case you actually want to get an idea of why Yuuri keeps second guessing himself and what exactly happened.
BUT WHATEVER I'VE GOT FLUFF FOR YOU! *Throws MrWspf's pompoms at you*
ENJOY IT OR WHATEVER I"M OFF MY MEDS WHOOH!
Trying To be Cool (The Chainsmokers Remix) - Phoenix
Viktor couldn't remember the last time he'd been this excited.
He'd spent a good portion of his life only ever stuck in the spotlight but here, in the back of a taxi that was pulling up in front of an apartment that looked just like all the other apartments around it, Viktor couldn't settle his nerves. It honestly didn't help that Yuuri still had yet to respond to his last two texts. And maybe that was a little unfair but Viktor had already gotten used to Yuuri responding within seconds of his texts. This wasn't helping.
"This is the place, sir?" The older gentleman who was his driver opened the divider to look back at Viktor, who shook himself and offered what would usually be considered a dazzling smile. Of course it looked mildly strangled due to the fact he had absolutely no idea what was waiting for him but he did his best. People skills, after all, was something he still needed to work on.
Usually, dates meant nothing. Just a variety of beautiful people to pass the time with and nothing more. There were no nerves, no bouncing leg or wringing hands, there was only easy smiles and cultivated laughs. Viktor didn't go on dates so much as he went on stage. Every time he took someone out, it was a stage and he was good on stage. Performance art at it's most basic level.
But this felt fundamentally different. You're acting like an idiot again Viktor, you promised yourself you weren't going to act like this anymore. Except this was special and he couldn't help himself. It was Yuuri and somehow that made all the difference.
"You're acting like this is your first date," the cabbie informed him, raising an eyebrow at the nervous glance Viktor spared him.
"Ah well, you know," he tried to wave his hand dismissively but the little laugh that escaped him betrayed his inner state of just-too-much-energy-for-this. "Some people are more important, some things are more important."
The man smiled like this had been the answer he was looking for. "He's a good kid, I'll give you that much. Don't be so nervous, trust me, he's probably twice as terrified as you. Maybe more so."
That made Viktor tilt his head in confusion. He'd never told the cabbie anything about his date, much less who he was bringing. And Portland ins't exactly a small town... "You know the person who lives here?" Viktor ventured, instantly curious. Family friend? Something else?
Averting his eyes, the cabbie said, "Ah well, you get in the business long enough you learn the regulars. Yuuri's been around for a while." It was a vague answer, but Viktor decided it was best to let it rest for now. The gentleman didn't know who he was and he was hoping to keep it that way just for convenience sake. If he started asking too many questions, chances were he'd be asked questions in return. It was all about give and take after all.
"Well, you're probably right in saying he's nervous," Viktor at last settled on, grabbing the handle and starting to open the car door. "He's such a shy thing when he chooses to be." Then, with as much grace as he could manage, Viktor leapt out of the car and sauntered towards Yuuri's door, ruining the act by checking his texts one more time to make sure he'd gotten the address right. Screw it, I could spend all night worrying, or I could enjoy myself and help Yuuri enjoy himself in the process. Which is it going to be?
Blowing out a breath, Viktor let his face slip into its naturally easy smile before lifting his hand and rapping on the door lightly.
Instantly, a cacophonous scrambling could be heard from within the house as Yuuri, presumably, destroyed half his house in the process of getting to the door. Suddenly the door burst open and a blur of a person nearly crashed into Viktor before quickly righting themselves and looking up at him.
Viktor's heart froze.
He'd always thought Yuuri was beautiful, always known as much even in his stupid Speedway uniform and with bags under his eyes. That much, Viktor felt, was obvious. In grainy photographs too, but they also didn't truly do anyone justice. But here, in the flesh, standing before Viktor in a tight leather jacket and well fitted skinny jeans that just screamed undress me, the Russian man quickly found the blood vacating his brain and moving to other places entirely.
But it was the look on Yuuri's face that truly took Viktor's breath away. Hair slicked back, eyes wide, cheeks flushed and lips parted in a soft oh, it was all Viktor could do not to say to hell with it and just ditch the whole dinner idea all together. Because just shoving the boy back into his house and kissing him till Yuuri's knees gave out seemed like an entirely viable option at that particular moment.
I saw him two days ago. But hell if it didn't feel like it had been forever.
Yuuri. He didn't even realize he'd said it aloud until the boy's face heated up another few degrees and it was only after this that Viktor realized he was running his fingers over that perfect face. Remembering where he was and what he was doing, Viktor removed his hand quickly from Yuuri's face and prayed to god he wasn't blushing.
Needing to cover up his own embarrassing actions, Viktor quickly effused, "You look beautiful flower!" Then, because he really had never been able to stop his mouth and the talking diverted attention from his previous slip-up, the man continued teasingly, "Those jeans are making me think some very impure thoughts, I hope you aren't doing that on purpose." Not that I would particularly mind if you were.
When Yuuri only blushed and tried to stammer something out in retort to Viktor's playful comments, the Russian laughed and brushed the man's arm lightly. As he'd hoped, Yuuri shut his mouth and just watched him. "Are you ready to go Love?"
Breathlessly, Yuuri managed to say, "Yes. Absolutely Viktor." That name on your lips sounds so perfect. For just a second, the man allowed himself to imagine Yuuri saying it in another, more sinful, tone...
Humming with a wicked sort of delight, Viktor casually pushed the boundaries that he still weren't sure existed by slipping an arm around Yuuri's waist and pulling him out the door. "Then let's be on our way, no?" Pulling the door shut behind them, Yuuri, quickly locked the door before allowing Viktor to pull him towards the taxi. "I hope you don't mind," Viktor said breezily, easily hiding the blossom of nerves that pushed itself up. "I still don't know how to drive so I figured this was the next best thing."
"Don't worry about it," Yuuri said, laughing at the pinched look Viktor could help but give. "I didn't learn how to drive till I was twenty and even now I don't have a car." Ducking in through the car door that Viktor held open for him, Yuuri disappeared into the taxi and the Russian man quickly followed.
"So where are we going?" Yuuri asked the moment the cabbie had pulled away from the curb. He hadn't put on his seat-belt so he was sort of hovering halfway towards the middle of the taxi, almost like he wanted to sit closer to Viktor, yet still like he was unsure if he really meant it. It was cute, the way he dithered, and it make Viktor smile before he decided to relieve Yuuri of the problem entirely by just sliding over and bumping his shoulder against the smaller man.
"Oh you know," he said vaguely, wanting to be purposefully mysterious. "Somewhere. Honestly, I know very little about your city so you'll have to forgive me Dove when I don't know where a good place to eat is." Shrugging easily, Viktor announced, "I picked somewhere that seemed nice enough."
The look on Yuuri's face somehow managed to convey every bit of his skepticism when it came to Viktor's idea of a nice place. Somehow in the course of their hours of texting back and forth, Viktor had managed to let it slip that he was a rich man with terrible taste in food. And though Yuuri seemed suspicious that that would make itself known tonight, Viktor wasn't worried.
Okay, wait, scratch that.
Viktor felt like he was on the edge of his seat. He wanted to say any number of things to Yuuri but every time he turned to look at the man, he could feel himself losing his train of thought, just like that. it wasn't even that he was staring, though he absolutely was, it was just something about watching Yuuri exist in the same space as him that took Viktor's breath away while at the same time putting every single one of his senses on edge.
Infuriating? Oh totally. Could Viktor stop? Not really. Didn't much care to either... Oh boy, I'm hopeless...
"So how did that thing you had go?" Yuuri asked brightly, startling Viktor out of his largely self-satisfying train of thought.
"You mean the parts of it I wasn't texting you through?" Viktor asked playfully, raising his eyebrows and fixing Yuuri with a quasi-stern look as though he meant it. When the boy instantly went red and started trying to mumble out some form of apology, Viktor leaned in close again and nudged him. "I'm playing with you Chickadee. Though my friends were unimpressed I can tell you that. They say I need to learn how to be more normal."
Yuuri's laugh was sweet and easy, natural in a way that Viktor wished he could bottle up and keep forever. "You should have been talking to them! I just like talking to you." Lowering his lashes and looking up through them at Viktor earnestly, Yuuri insisted, "I'm not that important. I'm just some guy you met at Speedway, don't ignore people for me."
"I'll do what I wish," Viktor informed Yuuri, struggling not to let the frown that tugged at the corner of his lips show. There were those words again, similar to the ones that Yuuri had texted him any number of times in the past twenty-four hours. I'm just some guy. Yes, technically it was true, but Viktor could very easily admit to himself that he had never seen Yuuri as anything short of extraordinary. He was different and though Viktor hated to be troubled over something so small, he sort of hoped Yuuri saw him as something different as well.
"I'm sure you will," Yuuri agreed, another laugh tumbling out of him. It was amazing how brightly his eyes shone when his hair wasn't in his face shadowing them. Actually, everything about him looked perfect...
You're doing it again...
"I still can't believe I'm even going on a date with you at all," Yuuri admitted, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly at his own words. "I mean, it's been ages since I bothered to get up and actually do something fun, much less something like this..." He looked genuinely pleased, if still a little nervous, which was all Viktor needed.
Teasingly, Viktor rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous Love, I'm sure you have boys eating out of your hand." Tilting his head, the Russian raised an eyebrow and murmured, "I can't possibly be the first person to see you behind that counter and be swept away."
"You're the only one," Yuuri said frankly, voice unexpectedly flat. "As I've said, it's been a while since I've been out." Viktor's brows furrowed at the notes of bitterness in Yuuri's voice but respectfully, he let it lie. This was supposed to be fun, not serious, right? That's what he'd been telling himself at any rate, just to keep himself sane.
No one needed to bare their soul.
Chris is just being his usual overreacting self when he says that be giving my first name to Yuuri means something. That made his stomach turn unpleasantly because he was horrible at lying to himself and he didn't want to try when it came to this.
"Sorry," Yuuri mumbled suddenly, his eyes growing sad. "I'm ruining things." An awkward laugh and a guilty expression. "Ignore me, I've just got a pretty crappy social life."
Hating the look on his face, Viktor gave up trying to think and just let his usual natural charm take over. "No Love, you're fine," he insisted, his voice flowing almost like song. "I've got a rather stunted social presence in some ways as well. Besides," Catching Yuuri's chin in his fingers, marveling on how beautiful he looked when he surrendered to his touch like this, Victor softly continued, "If you were more social, you'd probably be taken and then I would have never had the pleasure of taking you out tonight."
For once, Yuuri didn't blush furiously and try to stammer out some sort of response, he just breathed out softly. "Viktor...?" A little nervous, a little excited, a little breathless, so open and yet wrapped in mysteries that Viktor could only hope to unravel. Even the way he said Viktor's name sent chills down the Russian's spine.
Because Christophe was ultimately right. When you keep something so close to your chest and so secret, those who know are inherently special. Yuuri was special.
And they were so close...
"We're here Sir," the cabbie announced. Just like that, whatever spell had been over the two of them was broken and Yuuri leapt back to his side of the car, his face immediately reverting to that now familiar flush of embarrassment. As the partition slid back, the older gentleman looked between the two of them and took the time to flash Yuuri a kind smile. "You two have fun now."
Forcing himself to take a deep, grounding breath, Viktor chirped, "Of course, how could I not with someone so wonderful by my side?" Yuuri looked down in embarrassment but that was okay. At least Viktor knew how to hand this.
And the rest, well, he'd pick it up as he went along.
A/N: When you find the perfect restaurant for your fictional characters to visit and you're just like XD
It's called the Q Bar. It's PERFECT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!~ It was named after me, I am satisfied.
SHAMELESS POINTLESS FLUFF IS SHAMELESSLY POINTLESS! I can't help myself my darlings, you know me. I'm pathetic when it comes to making people smile before inevitably crushing their hearts.
But I jest, I jest.
Or do I...?
Guiltyfree, you continue to be the reason I post this story here at all. I'M JUST UP TO MY FUCKING EYEBALLS IN SHITTY FANFICTION BUT I'M POSTING IT NOW SO YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO BEG ME TO STOP AHHAHAHAHAHAHA~!
