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When Yuuri awoke the next morning, he was slightly sore and felt like he'd slept for ten years. A look at his mobile told him that it was ten 'til noon, meaning he'd slept for at least ten hours. Beside him was Victor, who was curled around Yuuri like usual, his chin resting on Yuuri's head. He smelled musky and unwashed, but it was in no way an annoying scent. In fact, it made Yuuri a little smug because they'd had a long night filled with Yuuri exploring his sexual interests some more and taking advantage of the fact that they didn't have his family nearby to listen in.
Yuuri turned and poked the older man on the nose, smiling when Victor's brows pulled together, foiling the perfect picture of ease. Victor was adorable when he slept, and he tended to make faces. Leaning in, Yuuri placed a kiss on the tip of Victor's nose and watched as the man's eyes fluttered open immediately, somehow very easy to wake up not matter where they were. The sunlight coming in from the window made his eyes glow a brighter shade of blue, and Yuuri was overcome with the sudden, undeniable desire to kiss his lover.
He did so. Morning breath be damned. Victor was sexy most of the time, but he had those moments of cuteness and this was one of them. Yuuri event went so far as to grab his mobile so he could take a few photos for memory's sake. The sunlight was good enough in keeping the brightness level.
The man's arms tightened for a second, before Yuuri found himself being pulled into Victor's lap as the man sat up. Victor was grinning and looking far too awake despite having just been sleeping only moments prior. He was somehow very aware and did in no way look like he'd just opened his eyes a moment ago. Meanwhile, Yuuri's hair was all over the place and needed a good brushing that would no doubt come from Victor.
Victor nuzzled Yuuri's cheek, his nose slightly cold and it tickled a bit. Compared to the warmth of Victor's body, it was a nice difference and reminded him of just who he was with and how happy he was to be there.
Yuuri's mobile alerted him to a message, and Victor wiggled in place as the vibrations tickled his chest.
It was Phichit.
Phi-chu: Yuuri! My man. My friend. My boi-yoi-yoi. My skating compadre!
Phi-chu: It's time for lunch and you and your fiance haven't graced the world with your faces yet!
Katsu: Just woke up. Sorry.
Katsu: And you used 'compadre' wrong.
Phi-chu: Oooh!
Phi-chu: Shit. Sorry. ANYWAY!
Phi-chu: Was last night that good that you had to sleep in so late?
Phi-Chu: Inquiring minds want to do, bruh!
Katsu: WHAT?!
Phi-chu: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Phi-chu: Chris noticed a few things last night!
Phi-Chu: And he was a darling to spread the word to moi!
Oh no. That was very not good!
Phi-chu: He might have said something about how oddly you were moving!
Phi-Chu: Victor too, though he was doing it less apparently.
Nooooooo! He was going to die because Chris had a big mouth!
Katsu: God! What did he say and who did he say it to?!
Phi-chu: No one but me.
Phi-chu: He figured that since I'm your best friend, I should know.
Phi-Chu: A brilliant choice on his part. }:)
Katsu: What did he say?!
Phi-chu: That there was most likely a reason for you and Victor walking so weird!
Phi-Chu: A special, hard reason that makes sitting difficult!
Phi-Chu: Or any movement at all.
Phi-chu: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Katsu: Fuck!
Phi-chu: He mentioned that too! And seemed impressed.
Katsu: Shut up!
He could not kill Chris. It was not polite. But he might make him pay. How to make the man pay. Other than winning the gold medal and booting him from the podium, what could Yuuri possibly do to get back at him?
Yes. He could certainly think of something.
Phi-chi: Was it fun?!
Phi-chu: Does Victor appreciate your efforts?
Katsu: This is not something we are discussing!
Phi-chi: Aw, come on, man!
Phi-chu: Not even the slightest detail?
Katsu: …
Katsu: ...Victor's good at auto-fellatio.
Katsu: That's ALL you're getting!
Phi-chu: Give me a minute to Google that.
Katsu: K
Yuuri couldn't withhold his smile. It was certainly something Phichit wouldn't expect. Yuuri hadn't expected it either, but something about that particular action had been shockingly arousing. And to know that Victor liked sucking cock had also been a bit of a turn on.
Victor was full of all sorts of secret talents and he couldn't wait to unveil all of them!
Phi-chu: OH MY GOD! NO WAY!
Katsu: Goodbye, Phichit!
Phi-chu: OMG!
Phi-chu: Have fun then! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Katsu: We will. ^-*
When he looked up, he saw Victor's gaze directed at his own mobile. There was a pout on his face. Yuuri could only guess what was going on. Probably Chris. Yuuri shifted, sliding off Victor's lap and making a move toward the washroom. Of course he found Victor right at his heels, hand wrapped around Yuuri's wrist.
The exaggerated pout he was given was cute though, and Yuuri had to reassure the man that he was only going to relieve himself. 'I wouldn't bathe without you, don't worry.'
Victor beamed in response, and let him go.
Besides, bathing with a friend(lover) always meant more chances for back massages! Yuuri wouldn't ever dare to pass one up. Victor's hands were magical. And in return, he could make sure that Victor was feeling better after last night's activities.
After a fulfilling morning - it was actually the afternoon, but who cared? - where they bathed together, made great use of the hotel's staff, and lounged for an additional hour just cuddling, they had to get up and be productive members of society. The most annoying part of any day. Being adults and having to do adult things in order to keep up appearances.
'So, you also know that Chris realized something was off about us last night, right?' Yuuri signed, thankfully making sure that he and Victor were on the same page about the whole anal plug situation.
Victor's pout came back. 'He wouldn't stop teasing me about it! He called me a N-E-W-B! I am two years older than him and he calls me such a thing! I have never been more insulted in my near 28 years, Yuuri!'
That was definitely Chris. It was how he acted most of the time. For some reason, the man thought that he was the only promiscuous person to ever exist. He clearly had never done anything sexual with Yuuri if that was the case. And Victor was secretly very glad when he learned of that fact. No one had gotten that privilege but Victor.
'He's proud of us though, if that counts,' Victor added, brow cocked slightly and his smile breaking through. 'He's a good friend.' As always.
Yuuri shrugged. "I want to go for a walk. Maybe we could get some ice cream after dinner." Because to Katsuki Yuuri, the seasons did not matter when it came to sweets. Yuuri would gladly eat anything at any time if he could. And because Victor was a romantic at heart, he would follow along at a more moderate pace. And also, he liked feeding his lover very much.
'Not too much though. You gave to skate tomorrow.' As always, Victor was the voice of reason when it came to Yuuri's slight addiction to sweet foods. He knew there were times when the other hated it, but deep down he was touched beyond belief.
"That's why I'm avoiding all alcohol." No one else needed to be subjected to a drunk Yuuri. He was far too exuberant when imbibing alcohol and he got really friendly with people. It was why Victor didn't push him to drink like other people would.
Smart, Victor reluctantly agreed. It was sad that he had to watch himself because he was that much of a lightweight, but also incredibly smart. His Yuuri was brilliant as always.
'We slept in far too long today, so we need to get rid of some of our energy so we can go to bed at a proper time tonight,' Victor decided, already planning ahead.
Yuuri snorted. "You want to go for a jog? That'll wear us out."
'And leave you aching tomorrow? No.'
Victor found himself on the other end of Yuuri's sexy smirk. "I am a little sore right now. Not sore enough though."
He had to take a deep breath in order to calm himself. His raging libido was treacherous and he could not afford this right now. Yuuri was such a tease. Giving him ideas when they couldn't act anything out. He had to pay the other back for his very thorough tongue the night previous.
"Come Vitya, I want to check out more shops." Yuuri proceeded to drag him from the hotel, his destination set on wherever his mind had conjured up.
Victor was just happy to be with him. It didn't matter where they went. Anywhere with Yuuri was perfect.
Yuuri and Victor ended up running into both Mari and Minako when they were out, and found themselves being joined by both women. The group sat down for dinner at a classy little restaurant a bit out of the way from the main street where the hotel was located. Mari and Minako shared a booth so Yuuri and Victor could be seated together. It was all very comfortable.
Mari was holding Yuuri's hand as she turned it this way and that, admiring the ring he'd purchased to show to the world that he was Victor's. The light reflected of it every other second and her critical eye had not strayed for a moment. She was determining something important.
Minako took that chance to sign, 'I can't believe you were the one to do it! I thought Victor would be the one! He's always seemed like the kind of man who would go at this kind of thing head first!'
Yuuri shrugged. "The idea had been brought up many times and I ended up liking it a lot."
Victor wrapped an arm his shoulders, probably able to understand what had prompted Yuuri to say such. The man looked besotted, not that Yuuri was any different. They were both still stuck on that little happy cloud of 'we're engaged to be married'.
Mari was eying the gold ring critically, a considering look on her face. "You got a lover before I did. Got engaged before I did. Hell, you're probably going to get married before I do. Where has the time gone and when will I get off my ass and get someone too?"
Yuuri shrugged. "To be fair, you haven't exactly been trying though."
"True. Don't feel like it either," Mari said with a shrug. "Not my thing." Romance was never in Mari's interests and he didn't fault her for that. Romance didn't exactly make the world go 'round or anything. It was nice, but people lived without it constantly.
Minako ruined the moment by telling him, 'You still have to call Hiroko-chan to tell her the good news! She's been waiting for you to come to her and wants to throw a party!'
"She'll see it when I get down on one knee and offer Victor the gold medal!" Yuuri whined in return, embarrassed. "She doesn't need to know now when it'll be all over the news tomorrow."
"Oooooh!" Minako's brows wiggled in response. "You're that kind of dramatic. I get you!"
"Minako-sensei, stop teasing me!"
Both women shared a smirk and sat back, relinquishing Yuuri from their torturous grasp.
'Let's just order some food. Light food though. There is a competition tomorrow after all,' signed Victor, eyes on his menu.
"Fine," agreed Yuuri. "I'm hungry anyway."
And so passed the next two hours of light-hearted banter and good food. Yuuri caught many of the smiles Victor sent his way, and responded by kissing the man's cheek and sending him 'the eyes'.
It was nice to know that Victor got along with the important people in Yuuri's life. Yuuri was not unaware of how lucky he was. His fiance and his family adored each other. His mother had taken Victor in months ago. Long before he and Yuuri had become more than coach and student. Victor even referred to her as 'Mama Hiroko'. There was no way that the Katsuki family would be offended by Yuuri's future husband.
Someone who went through months of learning a new language just for Yuuri. And he wasn't perfect yet but he was certainly doing well. Lessons weren't required any longer when he was signing every day and getting in more and more practices as the days passed. He just needed to do it until his muscles memorized the movements and he didn't have to pause every now and then.
And eventually he would get it down and would sign flawlessly.
Yuuri was incredibly lucky.
The next morning saw both Victor and Yuuri wide awake at ten in the morning. No headaches or pains to impede them. They had both gotten the proper amount of sleep necessary and Yuuri was feeling like he could take on the whole damn world! So the competition shouldn't be too much of a struggle if he was ready to slaughter everyone in it.
After a good shower, Yuuri knelt on the floor while Victor sat on the bed, pulling a comb through his hair. The small container of gel was open next to him, waiting for Victor to dip his fingers in in order to collect a generous amount for Yuuri's hair. The difference between this time and the first time Victor had done his hair before a competition was that Yuuri's hair was longer this time. Yuuri had been slowly growing his hair out and half of the the strands fell to the lobes of his ears while the rest fit snugly beneath his collar.
His hair was slicked back easily and this time, stray pieces weren't sticking up, trying to defy gravity. He could see the pursing of Victor's lips. The man's eyes dilating in response to whatever naughty thoughts he was having. Victor seemed to also love Yuuri's hair, and tended to pull on it often whenever they kissed or fooled around. And he said that Yuuri made 'beautiful' sounds whenever he did so, so he would do it more because he found it arousing.
Once his hair was finished, Victor had to go and wash his hands, which gave Yuuri time to fetch the lip gloss. Victor had a thing with applying liberal amounts of it to Yuuri's mouth. And Victor absolutely had to be the one to do it otherwise it 'wasn't done right'. More like Victor had just wanted an excuse to touch Yuuri. Not like he really needed one now. He could touch whenever and Yuuri wouldn't mind in the least. That was how far along they had come. Instead of blushing and stuttering, he readily sat whenever Victor wanted to brush his hair and put his make up on.
The two shared one simple kiss before the gloss was applied. And Yuuri knew they wouldn't be kissing until the Free Skate was over. It was a necessary evil.
'You'll go out there and make me proud no matter what you do, you know?' signed Victor, a small but proud smile on his face.
'I know. But this is about more than making you proud. This is a day that means very much to me for many reasons. I'll win most definitely, but the various reasons for why I want to win, are what matter the most here.'
At that, Victor nodded. He knew just what made this day so important to Yuuri. More than a future wedding and a cool proposal. More than proving their love to the world. More than even winning in general.
The two left the comfort of their hotel room behind. Because it was time to face the competition. And Yuuri was a man on a mission.
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