Yuuri shifted nervously as he watched the men's skaters assemble for the first day of competition at the Rostelecom Cup. Victor eyed him sharply, trying to gauge his level of nerves. The first season coaching him had taught Victor a lot about what worked and what didn't during competitions with Yuuri. Unfortunately, this was a little more difficult now that he was also back to competing, but his top priority in everything was always his husband. He reached out and took Yuuri's hand, squeezing it gently. Yuuri glanced at him sidelong, flashing him a fleeting smile before returning his gaze to the rink.
Victor frowned as he absently rubbed his thumb along Yuuri's knuckles. He felt the hand underneath his grip relax a tiny bit, and tucked the information away in his head that rubbing Yuuri's knuckles helped a little.
But it wasn't enough to satisfy Victor. He wanted his student to be able to perform at his peak. A sudden idea struck him, and he used their joined hands to pull Yuuri away from the assembling crowd. He didn't spare a glance behind him to gauge his husband's reaction, prioritizing the location of a place where they could be in private.
As he was pulling Yuuri along, he glanced off to the side and saw, to his surprise, Yurio and Otabek standing in a secluded alcove. Yurio had his hands clasped around Otabek's neck, and the Kazakh skater's arms were wrapped firmly around Yurio's waist. As he noticed Victor's gaze upon them, Yurio jumped back as if Otabek was on fire. For a moment, they stared at each other as Victor fought within himself. He desperately wanted to confront the younger skaters about their relationship, but his husband needed to be de-anxietized first. Finally, he settled on a slight nod, and Yurio nodded back. An unspoken agreement reached, Victor refocused on his original mission, pulling Yuuri out of the arena. He doubted his husband had even noticed the slight detour.
Once the arena doors shut behind them, the noise dimmed significantly. Victor led them through a hallway, searching until he found a small, single-stall bathroom. Trying the handle, he thankfully found it open, and ushered his student inside, locking the door behind them.
Yuuri looked at him with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. "Vitya, what are we doing?"
"Shh, lapochka." He grabbed his husband in a tender hug, gently backing him up so he was resting against the door. "We're going to just focus on us right now." He turned his head to press a gentle kiss onto Yuuri's soft hair.
He enjoyed the feeling of his beloved on his lips so much that he kissed him again, and then again, then littered a trail of kisses along his hair, to his face, finally settling on his lips. As he did this, he slid his arms down until they were grasped around the small of Yuuri's back, and there he started to trace faint circles with his fingers in an effort to calm his student.
After they had shared several searing kisses, Victor withdrew, looking at his spouse's hazy eyes. The lust reflected there settled into the pit of his stomach, and his hands gripped Yuuri's back. He moved his hands to fight with Yuuri's costume, grateful that this particular one was designed to be easy to get in and out of. Victor had demanded this particular feature for this exact purpose, and thanked his past self for insisting on it as he freed his husband's dick from the costume.
Yuuri finally seemed to notice what he was doing, glancing down with his mouth open. "V-Vitya, what—"
But Victor sealed their mouths together again, cutting off the words. As he inserted his tongue into Yuuri's mouth, he also reached down and cupped both his balls and dick with one hand. His husband drew in a sharp breath, muffled against his cheek as Victor continued to force his tongue further inside.
Yuuri hardened quickly under his coach's hand. When he was satisfied with his work, Victor separated from him, quickly stooping to kneel. He spared a quick glance up, keeping eye contact as he took his husband in his mouth, and was gratified as Yuuri's face shifted into a shocked look at the sudden action. He groaned loudly, and Victor popped his mouth off the erect cock, saying in a husky whisper, "Shh, milyy, you have to be quiet or someone will find us." Not waiting for a response, he sucked down on Yuuri's length again. This time the groan was muffled, and Victor glanced up to see his husband holding a hand over his mouth.
Although he was being obedient, Victor still felt a devilish impulse to subvert his own order and make his husband scream with pleasure. He loosened the tension of his mouth enough to slip a finger inside, coating it as well as he could with his saliva. When he was satisfied, he used his free hand to pull the material of Yuuri's costume out of the way so he could slide his wet finger inside Yuuri's ass.
Yuuri jerked his hips at the sudden intrusion, and Victor was gratified to hear a cry leak out from his hand. He raised his head, though, pretending to be stern as he crooned, "Yuuuriii, I told you to be quiet, muzh moy." He punctuated his words with another thrust of his finger, enjoying the resulting hum.
He returned his mouth to his husband, probing with his finger in the area where he knew Yuuri's prostate was. He could tell when he located it, as a hand came up to clench tightly into his hair. Victor began sucking harder, urging his student on to completion.
He didn't have long to wait. As he pressed particularly firmy against the prostate, he felt his mouth fill with liquid. He pressed Yuuri's cock as far back as he could, allowing it to rest on the spot in the back of his throat where he ached for stimulation. He did his best to swallow it all deeply without gagging, waiting patiently until he was sure Yuuri was finished before withdrawing his mouth. He pulled his finger out as well, and inspected his partner's genitals to ensure they were clean before redoing the costume.
He then looked up at his husband, gratified to see Yuuri panting and staring at him as if he were the most perfect person in the world. He couldn't keep a grin off his face as he asked, "Do you feel better, dorogoi moy?"
Suddenly, Yuuri seemed to remember where they were. He hastily released his grip on Victor's hair, attempting to smooth it out. "Ah, Vitya! You didn't have to do that here! Now come on, stand up, wash yourself off!" He frantically pulled at his coach, urging him to stand up as Victor laughed.
"Slow down, lapochka. We still have plenty of time before you have to perform." He obeyed though, turning around to wash his hands at the sink as he continued, "I'm just glad you feel well enough to scold me." Turning off the water and drying his hands, he looked at his husband, giving him a thorough check to ensure he was performance ready. Satisfied, he nodded, and scooped up Yuuri's hands. As he threaded their fingers together, he settled his thumb onto Yuuri's knuckles and smiled.
Yuuri sighed at him in resignation, but Victor detected a smile underneath. "All set now, Vitya?"
Victor smiled sunnily back. "Yep! Let's go show the world the power of our love!"
Rolling his eyes, Yuuri pulled the bathroom door open. But Victor didn't miss the small squeeze that was passed through their joined hands. He smiled at the action. He would have to start a mental list of things that helped calm down Yuuri for competitions.
Although he suspected he had already found his favorite method.