A/N: Okay, but seriously, they just need to fuck already. This is getting out of hand.
Enjoy!
So Bad (Spirix Remix) - Brandon Skiei
When Viktor awoke, he took a moment to reorient himself. It didn't take long, seeing as he'd woken up in the same place twice now, but it took him a moment to accept it was true. Because it was too good to be true, he thought softly as the first sensation he became aware of was the feeling of fluffy hair pressing under his jaw. Who could possibly be good enough to deserve waking up to something this perfect. Shifting slightly, Viktor spent a second hyper aware of every point of contact between him and the man in his arms.
Yuuri's back was pressed up against Viktor's chest, tight enough that the Russian could feel each breath he took as clearly as if it were his own. There was something so utterly settling and calming about that feeling, someone else's breathing, Viktor felt his own chest seize up. Until he'd met Yuuri, until he'd shared his bed for the past two days, Viktor wouldn't have been able to tell you want was so special to waking up with another person in your arms. Now, he knew, and sure, they weren't lovers, but it still was unbelievably comforting.
Because of the difference in hight between them, Yuuri had managed to tuck his head under Viktor's chin. Viktor couldn't see the man's face, but he could imagine it, eyes closed softly, lashes brushing cheeks that turned red so easily, perfect lips pursed slightly, caught in a dream... Sleeping, Yuuri was almost more beautiful than he was when he smiled. At least, Viktor thought so.
Twitching minutely, Yuuri's bare legs slid against Viktor's. It was adorable, how naturally Yuuri reacted to someone else in his bed. Though he could have been jealous over the fact that he wasn't the first person to sleep with Yuuri like this, Viktor instead chose to treasure these seconds he'd been granted. After knowing him for a while, Viktor knew just how reserved the man was with most people. He didn't open up easily, in fact, he seemed to be the type to shut down if people persistently tried to get closer. For all accounts and purposes, Viktor was the exception to this.
Of course, the point of contact that Viktor was becoming increasingly more aware of was how wonderful Yuuri's ass felt pressed against his hips like it was. Yuuri, Viktor thought, tying to shift backwards ever so slightly only to have Yuuri follow him, making a complaining noise at the momentary absence of warmth. Flower, you're going to be the death of me. Do you have any idea how much I want you? Yuuri, unfortunately perhaps, did not actually have the power to read minds and simply wiggled against Viktor as if he were trying to get jumped. Tonight, he thought, breathing deeply in an attempt to keep certain parts of his anatomy under control. That's the plan right? Because while he hadn't had an exact repeat of that particularly vivid dream, Viktor had since then had several other ones that were definitely leaving him more than a little frustrated.
Then again, I'd stay like this forever if it meant having Yuuri here with me. Laughing at his own ridiculous thoughts, Viktor felt a small wash of relief seep through him as he reflected on his panicked thoughts from the night before. Because of course he was getting closer to Yuuri, Viktor rationalized. This was the longest he'd ever been around one of his flings. Most of the time, he spent no more than a night with any one person, only a few had lasted past three days. Yuuri had lasted the longest and he was the only one who had kept Viktor interested. Not that other people were boring, but there was just something different about Yuuri.
Did that mean he had to panic or let his chest hurt every time he thought about the fact that Yuuri had no feelings for him past what had already been established? No, not at all. In fact, Viktor was happy that Yuuri didn't have any feelings for him because while he'd broken many hearts, he'd never liked doing it and he definitely didn't want to hurt Yuuri. A necessary evil it might have been but Viktor had never known what to do with other people's tears. Things like that were nerve-wracking and guilt inducing and messy. Viktor didn't like messy.
So, he decided, inhaling Yuuri's by now familiar scent of coffee, contentment and something almost savory, he wasn't going to let this thing with Yuuri get messy. Sure his heart fluttered when Yuuri made a soft sound and turned a bit in Viktor's hold, just enough so he could see the man's face, but really, it would calm down eventually. He needed to stop stressing about it.
But it didn't seem like as big a deal now, so he was pretty sure he'd be fine. Even the issues he'd been having with his friends didn't seem so big. Well, since I've honestly come to a sort of conclusion, I guess it will be better. They couldn't fault him for being confused once in a while. So he'd messed up in practice, that was what practice was for. Music had always been his release and just because he'd, in a moment of artistic license, changed one word, that was no cause for so much anger and drama.
Curled around a soundly sleeping Yuuri, Viktor had to admit that things really didn't look all that bad. Moving the arm that wasn't trapped under Yuuri, Viktor brushed the hair from the man's face and left a feathery kiss on his forehead. Crinkling his eyebrows in, Yuuri gave another one of those groans that left the Russian hot under the collar before blinking big russet eyes open. God, he's beautiful.
As his eyes met Viktor's, Yuuri's lips parted and let out a soft breath. Does he know what he does to me when he makes faces like that? Probably not, Viktor thought as he rose slightly up off the bed so he could steal a kiss from the man before him. I wish every morning could be like this. Yuuri sighed into Viktor's mouth and pulled him closer, seeming entirely content to exist like this.
Viktor, of course, had other ideas, tracing his lips over each feature of Yuuri's face, marveling as he did so how exquisite he was. I can't believe I'm allowed to do this, I can't believe I've being given a taste of something so pure. Squirming under the attention, Yuuri let out another soft sound that prompted Viktor to return to his lips, melding his own mouth to them languidly. Even if Yuuri had been awake enough to protest, he wouldn't have had the breath to do so.
But he didn't seem to be about to. No, not when his fingers were crawling upwards so they could tangle in Viktor's hair and pull on the silver strands. Taking this as an invitation to do more, Viktor loomed over Yuuri so he could nip at the flawless skin of the man's throat. Under his touch, Yuuri whimpered softly and tugged on Viktor's hair, making the Russian growl in the back of his throat. God I want him.
Digging one of his own hands into Yuuri's hair, Viktor swooped back down for another deep kiss. As their mouths moved together and he tangled his tongue with Yuuri's in a one-sided battle that ended with the Russian exploring every inch of the boy's mouth, Viktor trailed his other hand over Yuuri's chest. His fingers caught in the ratty t-shirt and he had to restrain himself from simply ripping it off of the man. But it was so damn hard when Yuuri kept letting soft moans escape from his throat, sounds that made the blood in Viktor's body all rush south.
Finally pulling back slightly, Viktor's mouth quirked up in a teasing smirk at the overwhelmed expression on Yuuri's face. Taking in the boy's dilated pupils and swollen lips, Viktor felt a certain smugness. I did this to him. He just reacts to me so easily. Instead of voicing these thoughts, he murmured, "Good morning Love~" softly.
Blushing slightly, Yuuri attempted to catch his breath. "Morning Viktor." Loving how heavenly that name sounded on Yuuri's lips, Viktor ducked down once again and caught the man's lower lip between his teeth playfully, sucking on it till Yuuri was squirming under him, gasping softly. At last giving him a break, Viktor simply propped himself up on his elbow and watched Yuuri attempt to regain control.
"I take it you're feeling better," Yuuri at last managed, his face still furiously red. Letting his grip in the man's hair relax, Viktor trailed his fingers through ruffled locks until he was caressing the side of Yuuri's face. His heart fluttered at the thought that the Ravenette had been worried about him. So sweetly, the man leaned into Viktor's touch and blinked up at him.
"I am," Viktor confirmed lightly, wanting to kiss Yuuri again but knowing if he did so he'd be unlikely to ever get out of bed. "I'm grateful for your patience with me. I realize I'm difficult when I'm upset over something." It might have been his imagination, but Yuuri's face softened at that. Why does he look at me like that, with such tenderness? Why do I look at him the same? Well, considering Viktor had one of his knees between Yuuri's legs and they were pretty much tangled together in bed, the Russian supposed the affection made sense.
"You're actually not all that bad," Yuuri admitted, looking to the side as a small, sheepish smile crawled over his lips. "You're just more open than usual. I guess if someone isn't used to it, they might be a little off-put by it." As he spoke, the fingers he had tangled in Viktor's hair shifted down his neck till they were resting comfortably between his shoulder blades. Each touch, Viktor reflected, was so natural, it was like they'd been doing this for years, not just a week.
"Are you an expert on my emotions now Yuuri~" Viktor teased, nuzzling the side of the boy's neck, provoking a laugh and a shiver he could feel. "I didn't realize I was such an open book for you."
"Nah, I'm not an expert," Yuuri chuckled, turning his head back so Viktor's lips caught on his. "You're just honest when you're around me." Those words, murmured against Viktor's lips, made his heart catch with guilt. Because while he might have been entirely honest with the man about how he felt, Viktor was still far from honest with everything else. Those things aren't as important though, right? He doesn't need to know I'm Viktor Nikiforov, he doesn't need to know I'm famous. I'll be gone before either of us know it and he'll find out years later or he'll never know at all. Suddenly, Viktor was struck with just how huge this thing was, the fact that he was getting so deep into something without basic honesty being a part of it. It made his throat feel tight.
So he smothered the emotions by pressing his lips to Yuuri's once more despite having previously told himself not to. This time, with Yuuri more aware of what was going on, Viktor quickly found himself going insane at the hands of the man beneath him. He couldn't possibly know how much those feather light touches over Viktor's sides and spine affected the Russian but god, he definitely abused that power to no end. As the kiss became harder, almost more desperate, like they were both suffering from the need to suppress unsavory thoughts, Yuuri arched up into Viktor, wanting more contact. Unable to even formulate any reasons why he should deny the man, Viktor pressed down, earning an actual moan from Yuuri, a sound that was far better than any imagined idea of it could have been.
Though he wanted nothing more than to pull off Yuuri's clothing and say to hell with the rest of the world, Viktor regretfully pulled back, leaving Yuuri to whine unconsciously at the loss of contact. As if the realization of what sound he'd just made had only just hit him, Yuuri's breathing suddenly stuttered and he turned bright red, instantly pulling his hands back from Viktor's neck so he could hide his face. "It's t-to early for this," he stammered, squirming beneath the Russian in embarrassment. In doing so, Yuuri unconsciously sent a jolt of pleasure through Viktor that forced him to stifle a sound of his own. Ah, that'll teach me not to cuddle with a sexy Yuuri this early in the morning.
Sitting back, letting the remaining blankets tumble off his back, Viktor chuckled musically as he regarded the state he'd left Yuuri in. Shirt riding up, shorts riding low, hair a mess... Viktor really needed to stop staring before he did something he regretted. Not that I'm going to regret it tonight if things go my way... "I'm sorry Flower, but you should really watch that honesty of yours, it's going to get you jumped someday." He could hardly help the promising smirk that crawled over his lips at those words.
Upon seeing it, Yuuri's eyes went wide and his cheeks went, if possible, even redder. Gaping like a fish out of water as he tried to find his voice, Yuuri at last whimpered, "I'll keep that in mind." That squeak made Viktor grin in earnest before shifting his legs back over to his side of the bed and letting his feet slide to the floor.
"Do you have class today?" Viktor asked curiously, getting his feet under him and looking down at the clothes Yuuri had lent him. He loved how they smelled like the man, liked that he was wearing them. I wonder if Yuuri likes seeing me in them as well, Viktor wondered, face flushing giddily at the thought. Stretching languidly, Viktor turned to find Yuuri looking at him, face bright red yet an almost guilty smile on his face. Yes, I think he does like it...
"So," Yuuri said quickly, realizing that Viktor had caught him staring. "What are you going to do about your friends?" Such an innocent question, spoken by the very person who had so unwittingly caused the mess in the first place made Viktor chuckle. Clearly not understanding what the punch line was, Yuuri tilted his head in confusion. He's adorable...
"I'm going to stop pretending like I have a solution and let them take it as they will," Viktor answered honestly, purposefully being vague so he wouldn't have to actually lie outright. "These things happen Yuuri." He glanced down at his feet for a moment before drawing his eyes back up and catching Yuuri's in an intense stare. "They think I'm perfect when in reality, I'm only human."
At that, Yuuri's head tilted to the side and he smiled up at Viktor with satisfaction, as if proud he'd figured it out. "Yeah, you are. Though you do a pretty good job of acting otherwise." The way he said it, like he didn't care that Viktor wasn't all that, like he didn't mind dealing with the mistakes and imperfections, it made Viktor's heart swell. He wanted nothing more than to just say to hell with it all and push the man back onto that mattress but Viktor just took a deep breath and did his best to exercise control. He's too good at making me lose my mind.
"It's easier to be perfect," Viktor admitted, humming under his breath as he tried to remember where he'd left his clothes the night before. Probably still in the bathroom... "Or at least appear to be. It's gotten me a good distance Flower, I don't particularly wish to stop now. Of course..." he pulled a rueful face. "I thought my friends were able to see past it to who I really was."
"Ah, friends can be like that," Yuuri agreed, running a hand through his already messy hair and laughing genuinely, eyes crinkling at the corners as he did so. "If feels like they know you and they do, but..." He sighed and looked down, his smile dropping somewhat. "Sometimes your shields are so thick, even they can't see through them."
Realizing he was speaking from experience, Viktor walked over to the bed and did something neither of them were really expecting. He wrapped his arms tightly around Yuuri's shoulders and pulled the boy against him suddenly. Letting out a squeak, Yuuri stiffened at first before relaxing, confused but allowing it to happen. "I'm glad you're here Yuuri," Viktor said, his voice full of brutal honesty. "I need someone to see through me sometimes." The unspoken words, I'm glad I can see through you as well hung in the air between them.
Tentatively, Yuuri patted Viktor's lower back and chuckled softly. "Y-yeah Viktor, anytime." Abruptly aware that this was probably crossing some sort of line, Viktor drew back and smiled at Yuuri. A blossoming warmth exploded in his chest when the man smiled back, his eyes happier than before. I might be here for only a short while, but I never want to see him upset again. I'll do anything to keep that from happening.
"Now," Viktor announced, his tone changing entirely. "I do believe I have to get dressed. You no doubt have class and I have other things to take care of." His smile curled brightly, full of promises for what he had in store for later. "After class, let's say... six, I'll pick you up?"
Yuuri's eyes shone as he nodded happily.
After that, they made quick work of getting dressed. Viktor didn't pretend not to stare at the man stripping down at the other end of the room. Even though he didn't strip completely, Viktor's mind inevitably ended up in the gutter anyway. Though really, could you blame him? Yuuri's body was gorgeous after all, rendered thin from many years of the almost nonexistent diet of a college student and toned from what must have been at least a moderate amount of working out, Viktor was having trouble focusing enough to get dressed himself.
He managed though, much more easily of course after Yuuri had finished getting dressed. Sighing at the pathetic state of the rest of his appearance, Viktor simply closed his eyes and smiled. Honestly, he didn't care, as long as he could spend time around Yuuri, not much else mattered. With those thoughts in his head, Viktor followed the smell of fresh coffee into the kitchen
Yuuri was already sitting at the table, his eyes fixed on the distance. The moment Viktor walked in, his eyes snapped up and his cheeks flushed red. Whatever he'd been thinking about, the Russian might never know, but he loved how flustered Yuuri acted as he babbled, "I, ah, I have your c-coffee here!" Pouring it, as if this would calm him down, Yuuri continued, "I mean, unless you want to sweeten it. That stuff is right here if you want it, I mean-"
Deciding not to watch the man panic, Viktor ducked down to brush a kiss past Yuuri's cheek before accepting the cup of coffee from his hands before he could drop it. As he sweetened the cup to his tastes, Viktor casually said, "I'm leaving after today for a few days." When Yuuri flinched, Viktor hurried to repeat, "It's only for a few days Love, I've got some business in California."
"But you'll come back," Yuuri blurted before drawing back and biting his lip nervously. Viktor paused at this, confused by the boy's visceral reaction to the news, before writing it off as nothing and giving Yuuri an indulgent smile.
"Of course I will Love," Viktor promised, blue eyes bright. "But you know how it is, work can be quite irritating at times." I wish I could take him with me... Of course Viktor knew this was patently ridiculous and also not something he should be thinking but he couldn't help himself, not when Yuuri kept looking at him nervously as if worried he'd be upset or something. Quite the opposite was true in fact, Viktor was genuinely flattered to think that Yuuri would miss him.
That joy quickly turned sour when Viktor reflected that this meant Yuuri would probably miss him worse when he left for good.
They drank the rest of their coffee in silence, the mood lightening at last and turning into a more amicable moment of simply being content to be in each other's presence. Viktor wanted it to last forever, but then, he wanted a lot of things and he'd already accepted this one wasn't going to come true. He couldn't stay and he couldn't get too caught up in this. Though he was thoroughly convinced that he was absolutely find with how things stood, he kept catching himself daydreaming about what it would be like to have more.
Checking his watch, Viktor finally muttered, "Ah, I really must be going." Getting to his feet lazily, Viktor was unsurprising when Yuuri got up as well and walked him to the door. You're going to be the death of me, he thought distantly as Yuuri closed the distance in a soft kiss that tasted like coffee and cream. Yuuri's mouth moving with his was certainly enough to almost make him forget what it was he had to do.
But then Yuuri was laughing and pushing him towards the door. "I'd keep you here all day if it were up to me," he admitted, his mahogany eyes bright. As Viktor's lips softened into a smile, Yuuri chuckled. "I'll see you at six."
"Of course Dove," Viktor lilted easily. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Right now, Viktor had music to think about. That and an actual solution to his current fixation on Yuuri that would keep him from making stupid mistakes while singing. Besides, that's where he belonged, in front of a mic, not getting caught up in silly emotional problems that weren't even half as big a deal as he seemed to be constantly making them out to be. Right now, he needed to focus on the band.
Except... he thought as he left Yuuri's apartment at last, the taste of Yuuri's last kiss still on his lips. I wouldn't mind if that was the rest of my life.
How stupid...