You Jump, I Jump

by sleepy-emo

After Yuuri announces his retirement from competitive figure skating a journalist goes to interview him about the last few years of his career. During the interview, a question prompts him to open up about the car accident that nearly cost him his career. It's the first time he's ever spoken to anyone about it but now seems as good a time as any.

14. We Were In Screaming Colour

Hey guys, I hope you enjoy this next chapter where everything finally comes together and you get the happy ending you all knew was coming :)

The banquet was just like every other banquet I'd been to: filled with skaters, their coaches, sponsors, posh food, sophisticated music and someone (usually Chris) trying to spike the non-alcoholic stuff in order to lower the tone. I had made a point of not drinking. I wanted to keep a clear head for if I did end up talking to Viktor and I did not want to go through another Sochi experience.

All evening people came up to me, skaters and sponsors alike, to congratulate me on my gold. My gold... It still felt like a strange dream but I knew it was real. It had to be, it was up in my room after all. I dutifully answered everyone's questions (well most of them, there were a few subjects I wasn't ready to talk about but I deflected those quite easily) and allowed myself to be congratulated by them all. I could see Viktor out of the corner of my eye, standing on the sidelines and watching the room at large, but I knew his gaze flickered over in my direction more than anyone else's. Whenever our eyes met I would smile at him and he would return it.

We hadn't really talked much after he kissed my medal, both of us having to leave to get changed and the corridor no longer being deserted. He was clearly waiting for the right time to come and talk to me but I was, unfortunately, never left alone long enough for him to be able to sweep in.

As the evening wore on and the dancing started a slow song began to play and everyone drifted to the centre of the room and paired off. Chris swept Phichit into his arms, JJ took Isabella's hand to the dance floor, Yuri and Otabek stood in the corner looking at something on Yuri's phone and I saw Mila and Sara stepping out together. This seemed like a good time for me to leave, head back to my hotel room and get some sleep.

I was about to leave when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Viktor standing behind me, looking stunningly handsome in his suit and smiling down at me. He extended his hand to me.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked.

I looked at his hand for a second and then up into his face. Well dancing seemed as good a time to talk as any. I took his hand. "I'd love to," I said.

He led me to the dance floor with all the other couples, slipping his arm around my waist and we began to dance. Being in his arms felt so nice: he was warm and he was there in front of me. I could touch him for the first time in months and that felt so good. I felt like everything was as it should be.

"You look absolutely stunning," Viktor said as we danced.

"Thank you," I said and I could feel a blush beginning to spring up on my cheeks, "so do you."

"Thank you," Viktor smiled.

We fell into silence for a moment and I wondered if I should just ask the question that had been burning my mind ever since we left the rink. Communication and being scared of the outcome of what I might hear had always been my problem – it was how we had gotten into this mess in the first place. I thought it was time to change that. If Viktor and I were to make a go of things again, I mean really make a go of things then we would have to learn to talk to each other. I didn't want to get back together with him just to 'see what happens'. If this is what we both wanted, I wanted 'all in', no messing around because I couldn't face the chance that I would have to say goodbye to him again.

"What did you mean back at the rink?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"About if that was the last time you kissed me," I clarified.

Colour rose on Viktor's cheeks. "Well I do feel as if I missed my chance last time, I wanted to right that and then seemed as good a time as any."

"No I mean what did you mean about it being the last time you kissed me?" I asked.

"Well I wasn't sure that you'd ever want to see me again after tonight," he replied. "I wouldn't blame you in the slightest if you didn't after what I did."

"Are you talking about the accident or about leaving?" I asked.

Viktor shrugged. "Either... both... I just... I know I hurt you, in more ways than one and what I did was unforgivable so I would understand if you never wanted to see me again."

"How would you compete?" I asked.

"I'd retire," he replied with such certainty it was a little shocking. "I'm getting on a bit so it seems as good a time as any."

"Oh yes because you're so old," I chuckled rolling my eyes. "We'll need to get you a Zimmer Frame and your pension."

"You joke," Viktor said. "Yurio's always calling me old."

"Yura's sixteen," I said. "Everyone's old to him."

"True."

"Do you not want to see me again?" I asked after a pause.

"I don't know how I've survived these last few months without you by my side," he replied. "It has been hell and I don't know if I can go through it again but if you want to end it all tonight then I'll understand."

I leaned up ever so slightly and brushed my lips against his in the faintest imitation of a kiss. He looked shocked when I pulled away but I paid that no mind. "I'm not happy with what you did – leaving like that and not speaking to me for months – but I don't want to spend any more time apart from you either."

His eyes began to fill and a relieved smile spread over his face. "Yuuri..."

"But if we're doing this I don't want to do it by halves," I continued.

"What do you mean?"

"I want us to go back to how things were before this all started," I clarified. "Not just 'seeing where it goes' with the chance that it might not work out. I mean obviously we'll both have to learn to talk about things more because we can't keep things bottled up and go through all this again. I don't want to wake up and find you've left again and I promise I'll talk about things as well. I'll tell you when I'm feeling anxious and overwhelmed and, I promise this now, if we do return to the way things were I won't ever hold this against you. If we argue I won't use it to hurt you."

"Thank you," he said, his voice catching.

"So, with that in mind, I'd like to just forget about the last few months and carry on from where we left off," I said. "How about you?" I was putting my heart on the line as there was still a chance that he would turn around and say no, that this was a bad idea and that we should just leave it and only see each other at tournaments.

"I would very much like that too," he said.

I reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips again. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest I was so happy. I was with Viktor again and everything just seemed so right. I was willing to forget it all and try again and so was he. Finally I could stop living in this state of just wishing that he would come back to me.

The dance came to an end and Viktor took my hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. The banquet was beginning to wind down and it seemed like a good time to slip out back to my room without anyone noticing.

"Walk me to my room?" I asked. I don't know if Viktor knew that I was implying I wanted him to stay the night but he smiled all the same.

"Of course."

He took my hand, linking our fingers together and we slipped out of the room. Clearly it wasn't as unnoticed as we thought as, a few seconds after we left to head down the adjoining corridor, a voice called after us.

"Hey!" We both turned to see Yuri standing in front of the closed door, his expression unreadable but his eyes hard. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure thing Yura, what's up?" I asked, assuming that he wanted to talk to me.

"Not with you," he said, his gaze fixed on Viktor. "Although you'd better know what you're doing."

"I do," I told him.

"Good," he said and gave me a small smile before he turned back to Viktor. "If you hurt him again there will be hell to pay."

"I understand," Viktor said and, looking back, I have to laugh at the absurdity of Viktor getting told off by a teenager.

"I don't think you do," Yuri said. "I don't just mean hell to pay from me. There's the rest of the team and a lot of other people on the circuit. Katsudon's well liked."

"I know," Viktor said, giving my hand a squeeze. "It's been a lonely few months."

"You're not getting my sympathy," Yuri said.

"I wasn't looking for it," Viktor replied.

"Good," Yuri said. "Just be nice to him okay?"

"I will," Viktor said turning to smile at me. "I promise."

"Urgh," Yuri groaned, rolling his eyes, "you're already disgusting again. I'm going back inside, I've said what I needed to."

"See you later Yura," I smiled at him.

"Later." He disappeared back inside, leaving Viktor and I alone in the corridor.

"Well that went better than expected," Viktor chuckled.

"Yeah, you still have all your limbs," I said with a chuckle of my own. "Shall we go upstairs?"

"Yes, let's."

The walk up to my room was uneventful. Neither of us really said much, I asked what he had been doing during the time we were apart. Not a lot as it transpired. Mostly (as Phichit had told me) he had been hanging out at Chris' place, feeling sad. We glossed over that quite quickly and fell back into silence until we finally reached my door. I turned to look at him, I could feel a heat creeping up the back of my neck and I was a little nervous about what I was going to ask him but it was what I wanted. I just had to build up to it.

"So," I said, "this is me."

"It is," Viktor said.

"Would you like to come inside?" I asked. My face felt like it was on fire but it must have looked relatively normal as he didn't mention it.

"If you want me to," he replied. I think he knew what I was implying and he was being a gentleman but I didn't want him to be.

I pushed myself up again, slipping my hand around the back of his neck to pull him into a hot, lingering kiss, like the one we had shared at the rink. This one was a lot slower and a lot more passionate and when I pulled away he was full on flushing. He looked so adorable and shocked that it was clear he needed the clarification.

"I do."

I turned and unlocked my door before taking his hand and leading him inside. As soon as the door was closed we were on each other; my hands in his hair, his arms wrapping around my waist as we kissed like we were the only two people in the world. I gave his bottom lip a gentle nip and he opened his mouth allowing me to slip my tongue out to massage it against his. He moaned softly into my mouth and it vibrated through his entire body, pulling my own from my throat. One of my hands slipped from his hair to pull gently at his tie, trying to undo it with one hand.

"I hate this neck-tie," he panted as we pulled apart for breath, his hands instantly flying to mine to undo it.

"I'm not getting rid of it," I said, equally as breathless.

"Good," he said. He undid it as I finally managed to get his undone and they both fell to the floor. They wouldn't be the last item of our clothing that ended up on the floor either.

Once they were both gone Viktor kissed me again, hot and heavy, walking me backwards until the back of my knees hit my bed. I fell down to sit on the edge of the mattress, looking up at him and I could only imagine how I looked in the lights streaming in from the outside world. At least he wouldn't be able to see just how much I was blushing in the dark. I swiftly kicked my shoes off, they would only get in the way later, without taking my eyes off him.

"God you're so beautiful," he said leaning down to kiss me, threading his fingers through my hair to pull me closer.

As we kissed I reached up to undo first the buttons of his suit jacket and then the buttons of his shirt, wanting to get down to skin as fast as possible. I had them both completely open before he even noticed. He jumped slightly as I slipped my hand under his open shirt to caress his stomach, relishing the feeling of his muscles twitching under my touch.

"I've missed this," I said as he pulls back.

"Missed my hot body?" he asked teasingly as he pulls back and shrugs off both jacket and shirt.

"Of course," I replied but my voice stuck in my throat and I didn't sound quite as sure of myself as I wanted to. Viktor without clothes on still looked like a god and I was ready to pray at that alter again. I began undoing the buttons on my jacket but my fingers fumbled with the ones on my shirt.

"Here," Viktor said taking hold of my wrists and moving my hands away from where I was clearly struggling with my clothing. "Let me."

"Okay."

I slipped my jacket off and allowed him to push me down onto the mattress, straddling my waist so that I was underneath him. He lowered his head to press a kiss to my neck and began a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses down my chest as he undid each button. His lips were like fire on my skin and I felt as if I might explode. Slowly, teasingly slowly almost, he finally got my shirt open, exposing my chest to him. I was very pleased with the fact that I had managed to stay in such good shape over the past year (although the temptation to eat my feelings had been there). His eyes raked over my body and I heard his breath still.

"Like what you see?" I asked, glancing coquettishly through my eyelashes.

"I love what I see," he replied. "You're so beautiful."

He leaned down to kiss me again and I sat up to meet him halfway. His hands found purchase in my hair while I slipped my fingers into his belt loops to pull him closer. I wanted to feel every part of him and one of my hands travelled to his backside for a cheeky grope. He groaned into my mouth before pulling back to smile at me.

"Eager?" he asked, his tone teasing.

"Of course," I said. "Felt you watching me all night, wanted you to just do something with me."

"Then I guess I shouldn't keep you waiting any longer," he said.

He helped me up, repositioning me on the bed so that I was lying less awkwardly and kissing my neck again. I let my head fall back into the pillows, exposing more neck for him, and clung to his back as I felt teeth scrape against my already sensitive skin. A soft breathy moan escaped my throat, making me cling tighter to his shoulders. I was already hard and desperate, needing him to do something more but I couldn't find my voice to tell him so I did the next best thing.

I rolled my hips up, grinding my cock over his and I could feel just how hard he was. A guttural groan sounded in his throat and vibrated right through me so I felt it in my spine, making me melt under him. He pulled away from my neck to look down at me and there was a fire blazing in his eyes that I hadn't seen in so long.

"Are you trying to entice me?" he asked. "Because you really don't need to, I already want to spread your legs and sink inside you."

I moaned softly at that thought. "Then do something about it."

"As you wish."

His lips found my skin again but this time his kisses continued down. He made a brief stop at my chest to scrape his teeth over one of my nipples, making me arch and cry out. It already felt as if it was too much and I desperately wanted him to continue so that things didn't end too quickly. I was so on edge I felt as if anything could tip me over. I reached up with shaking hands to tangle my fingers in his hair but he had already moved on by the time I reached him.

Kisses trailed lower and lower and clung to the sheets beneath me to stop myself from loosing it completely as he reached the hem of my trousers. Shakily I pushed myself up onto my elbows so that I could watch him. He looked up, locking eyes with me as he undid the buttons on my trousers. I swallowed as he took the zip in his teeth and, without breaking eye contact slowly pulled it down. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, the only thing louder was the sound of the zip. I was going to lose it if he carried on like that and, judging by the gleam in his eye, he was going to.

"Hips up star," he told me, hooking his fingers inside both my trousers and boxers.

A shiver rippled through me at the long forgotten nickname and I did as I was told. His fingers brushed my shin the entire time it took him to pull the last of my clothes off, leaving me completely exposed underneath him. Sitting back on his heels he looked down, appraising his handiwork. His eyes raked over me, lingering on my rock hard cock, jutting out and begging for attention, and my face, flushed, sweaty and debauched. I couldn't take him staring anymore, I needed to do something about it so I wrapped a trembling hand around my cock and began to jerk it slowly.

"Ah Viktor," I moaned, letting my head fall back into the pillows. I felt the heat of his body enveloping me as he loomed over me. His hand wrapped around my, controlling the speed of my strokes.

"You always look so good when you're touching yourself for me," he said, his voice low and dangerous. All I could do was groan in response as his teeth found my earlobe. I was falling apart and I needed more.

"V... Viktor..." I groaned and it sounded debauched, even to my own ears so I have no idea what he thought but the responding groan spoke volumes.

"Don't worry star," he said, "I won't leave you like this for long. Trust me, it's taking everything I have not to just take you right now but I want this to be perfect."

He pulled away and I tried not to whimper at the loss. He got off the bed completely and my eyes were glued to his hands as he began undoing his own trousers. With a grace that I had neglected he slipped his shoes off before he slowly, teasingly slowly almost, undid the zip on his trousers. My breath was ragged and my entire being focused on him as he hooked his fingers under both layers of clothing and pulled them off so that he stood naked before me.

It was a sight I hadn't seen for a long time and it made my heart stop. I had pictures on my phone from before but I hadn't had the strength to delete them or the desire to look at them so they had just sat there. Now he stood in front of me and he was so perfect and so hard that I just had to have a taste. I pushed myself up and crawled over to the edge of the bed towards him, barely giving him any time to react before I took his cock in my mouth. He felt so good that I took him right to the back of my throat without even thinking about it.

"Oh fuck!" Viktor choked out, a hand reaching up to grab my hair. "Oh fuck Yuuri."

The hand in my hair tightened but I didn't stop. I could feel Viktor's cock pulsing in my mouth and I could tell that he was close. I wanted it. I wanted to feel him cum in my mouth, wanted to relish the taste and have him complete destroy me in the best way. His grip in my hair became vice like and I allowed him to pull me off his cock with the most filthy sound imaginable.

Lips were on mine again, his tongue rubbing against mine and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I reached up to cling to his shoulders as he pushed me back down onto the mattress so that he was between my legs.

"God Yuuri," he panted between kisses, "you're going to be the absolute death of me you know that."

"G... good way to go," I chuckled.

"You wound me," he said. "Not even remotely apologetic."

"Shut up and fuck me," I said grinning at him. I bit my bottom lip, letting my teeth run over the plum flesh and I felt Viktor's cock twitch against my thigh.

"If my Yuuri commands it," he said. He kissed my lips once more before getting up again. I tried not to whine at the loss but I already missed his warmth. "Do you have lube or condoms or anything?" he asked.

Through the lust filled haze that was my brain I tried to remember. "I think there might be some in my case that I never really unpacked from the last time we were away together," I told him but I wasn't sure. I could have been terrible at unpacking – like usual – or I could have actually emptied my suitcase for a change.

Viktor went over to the small sofa in the corner of the room, which was currently home to my suitcase and began to rummage through it. It didn't take him long and he emerged a moment later, holding up a small bottle of lube and a condom in elation.

"For once your terrible habit has paid off," he teased.

"Shut up and get over here," I said. I could feel my face flushing but hopefully it wouldn't be noticeable.

A wicked grin spread over his face as he crossed the room to me. He knelt on the bed, in between my spread legs, one of his hands running up the back of my thigh to give the flesh a firm grasp. My breath caught in my throat and I had to swallow my nerves. I felt like a virgin all over again. It felt like the first time Viktor had ever taken me to bed, how slowly he had taken everything and how he had been determined to make sure that I was alright, but the underlying passion that filled everything we did together was burning stronger than ever.

Viktor opened the lube and squirted some of it onto his hands, spreading it around to completely coat his fingers. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine as he slipped the first finger in. It hurt, I'm not going to lie. It had been so long since I had slept with him it was quite an uncomfortable sensation, no matter how much lube he used, and I reached up to cling to his shoulders.

We stayed like that for a moment before he gave his finger a light thrust. That felt better than him just being still and a soft moan sounded in his throat. He seemed to take this as his cue as he began to thrust his finger in and out of me. My grip on his shoulders tightened as pleasure began to course through me. It felt so good, I was melting under him. I wanted all of him and I wanted it as soon as possible.

A second and then a third finger joined the first and I was a panting, moaning mess under Viktor's touch. Everything was all too much and I had to cling to him to anchor myself to the real world, part of me wondering if this was a feverish dream. It wasn't though. His solid shoulders under my grasp told me that it wasn't. It was all wonderfully real and so was the pleasure coursing through me.

"You alright star?" he asked after a particularly hard thrust drew out a long, low moan. The grin on his face said he knew exactly what he was doing as well and I was wondering if I would even by able to speak.

"Y... yeah," I groaned as his fingers just brushed my prostate once again. He was doing it on purpose and he knew it too but I didn't really care. I wanted more. "Please," I begged, "please I'm ready... I need..."

"What do you need beautiful?" he asked.

"Ah! Fuck me!" I cried out in response. I should have been mindful about how loud my voice was and the other people in the corridor as I had no idea how thick the walls were but at that moment I couldn't even begin to care.

Viktor pressed his lips to mine in a searing kiss as he slipped his fingers out. He swallowed the whimper of protest that left my lips before pulling away to sit back on his heals again. Taking the condom packet in his teeth he tore it open and the sight was so sexy I felt my cock twitch. My eyes were fixated on his hands again as he rolled the latex over himself before he took up the lube again and coated himself in it.

Fuck!

Just the thought that that was going to be inside me again was enough to make my head spin and my mouth go dry. He put on a show of it as well; letting his head fall back to expose the beautiful column of his neck, moaning hotly as he stroked himself and making sure to show off just how hard he was. A hand flew to my own cock, stroking myself in time with him at the sheer erotic sight before me.

"You're so beautiful," Viktor said, marvelling at the sight of me spread out and desperate on the bed beneath him, "and so impatient."

"Can't help it," I panted. "You look so good and I missed this."

"I won't keep you waiting then."

He positioned himself between my legs, taking hold of my wrist and removing my hand from my cock, before he began to slowly slide inside me. I could feel myself practically burning as he pushed further and further in until his hips were pressed, flush against me. I slowly let out the breath I had been holding as I clung to his shoulders, his name on my lips. His jaw was clenched from the effort of staying still, giving me time to adjust to the long forgotten feeling. My fingers must have been a vice like grip because he turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of one of my wrists.

"You okay down there star?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I panted, trying to relax a little. "Just feels so good."

"You feel amazing," he said. With a slightly trembling hand he reached up and took hold of the arm of my glasses. "Let's get these off, shall we?"

"No wait!" I cried. "I want to be able to see you."

Viktor slipped my glasses off and placed them on the bedside table before coming back to press a hot kiss to my lips.

"I'm close enough for you to see," he said and it was true, with our proximity I could see him quite clearly.

"You... you can move now," I said tentatively, still afraid that this spell would be broken and I'd be in here on my own.

His answer was to pull out and slam back in only seconds later, thrusting deep inside me. I clung to him even harder, blunt nails digging into his shoulders, as he began to pick up the pace. It felt amazing – like we had never stopped doing this – and I was even more of a panting moaning mess than I had been beforehand. I pressed my lips to every bit of his skin that I could reach, drunk on him after being without for so long. I could already feel him pulsing inside me and I knew that I was very far off, especially as he angled his thrusts to really slam into my prostate. God, it felt fucking fantastic!

"Viktor..." I panted, trying to form words over the pleasure coursing through me but the only one I seemed to be able to remember was his name.

"God, Yuuri," he said, equally as breathless. "You're so good, so perfect."

"I'm so close!"

"Me too my love."

Holding himself up on one hand he reached down and began to pump my cock in time with his thrusts. It was too much; the feeling of him inside me coupled with his hand on my cock. If felt as if I had died and gone to heaven. I could feel myself teetering on the edge and, after a few more strokes, I came with Vitkor's name on my lips.

A few more thrusts past my tightening muscles and I felt Viktor cum too, white hot and pulsing inside me. He continued to thrust into my over-sensitive body, so that we both rode out the pleasure, before the arm he was holding himself on gave out. He just about managed to pull out before collapsing onto the mattress next to me. Almost instantly he turned to smile at me, brushing my sweaty fringe out of my eyes.

"God you're so beautiful," he said, just marvelling at me.

"You may have mentioned that once or twice," I chuckled. "So are you."

He linked his fingers with mine, wrapping an arm around me to pull me close. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat as it began to slow to normal. This was what I had wanted for so long and it felt so good to be back with him, finally.

"Come home," I told him.

"What?"

"Come home," I said again, lifting my head so that he could hear me properly.

A smile spread across his face. "I'd love that more than anything."

"Good," I said giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "We've acquired a Yurio, by the way."

"Replacing me that quickly?" he asked with a grin.

"Not a chance," I said grinning back before I leaned up and kissed him again. "Now that you're here I'm never letting you go again."

"Good," he said. "I'm never leaving again."

"Good."