CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY NINE
With the door closed, Yuri heard the lock click into place. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror for a moment before reaching both hands up to rub his tired face, his unimpressed deadpan from a moment earlier settling into the fatigue of having been awake since before dawn. He felt the tall Russian come around his side, an arm snaking around his lower back as the man moved to standing in front of him. Outside, he could hear the television turning on; Yurio was already channel-surfing.
As that second arm came around him, Yuri let his hands come away, sliding them down until his fingers touched to just to side of his jaw, settling around his neck. He lifted his sleepy eyes, and immediately felt the soft touch of his partner's lips brushing against his own. Those eyes closed as the Russian pressed in closer, and he let his hands slip down to return the hug.
Even as the kiss ended, Viktor held where he was, foreheads gently pressed together, "I didn't think you'd want to double the size of our audience like this."
"...The size of our audience?" Yuri echoed, "...You had plans to try for it even with just Yurio out there?"
The silver skater smiled to himself, eyes barely open enough to see his partner's face in front of him, "I remember how everyone reacted after they heard us at Yu-Topia." He explained, lifting his head a bit to speak the words against his husband's forehead, nosing at his damp hair, "Your friend had tissue in his nose to stop the bleeding, but he rated us a 10/10. Yurio gave us a 0 because he's Yurio. Chris gave a 1 simply because he didn't get to hear me at all throughout the whole thing."
"...You were really quiet that whole time." Yuri said, "It was really weird."
"It wasn't our usual sort of love-making." Viktor pointed out, hands slowly sliding back around, inching towards the loose knot on the front of his partner's bathrobe, "But maybe this won't be either."
The shorter figure's face went red almost immediately, though it had already started to get pink before that. He knew where his partner's mind was going, and despite his nerves and doubts, lifted his own arms out of the way, letting them hang at his sides as those pale fingers came around his front, "You...want to do it in here? Now?" He asked quietly.
"I said we'd figure something out for tonight, right?" The Russian teased, "This is still our room even if there's other people in it. I've decided I'm not going to let them stop me...stop us..." The soft length of the fabric belt came loose, hanging limp on either side of the robe's outside panels. Viktor slipped his hands into the newly parted material, tilting his head to the right to kiss his husband again as he let skin brush against skin.
Helpless to the advances of the skating legend, Yuri put up no resistance, even as he felt the butterflies in his stomach fluttering around madly, "...It was different before though..." He muttered, cool hands warming as they roamed over his chest and down his sides, "At Yu-Topia, I didn't think anyone could hear us...we were so far away from the common room... But they're literally right outside the door now..."
One hand came out of the robe, moving over towards the sink, and flicked on the faucet, filling the small room with the soft sound of running water. Viktor wasn't done though, keeping his eyes on his husband's as he slowly made him rotate where he stood, pulling away only long enough to reach for the shower knob. The heavier, louder noise of the bathtub filling reverberated like a waterfall all around them, and the Russian smiled a little wider as he retook his place, "That'll drown out most of it."
Yuri's cheeks got a little darker red after that, but the more his partner slid his hands over his skin, the harder he found it to protest. He swallowed nervously, but then in a burst of courage, he let the tips of his fingers slip into the Russian's bathrobe as well, pushing it away from his shoulders and letting it tumble off his arms, even as the rest was still tied to his waist. He felt the man's bare arms snake behind his back, pulling him in close and leaning over him into that kiss. He let his own hands come up, one going over the Russian's shoulder as the other gently pressed to his cheek.
One blue eye slowly opened behind silver bangs, and Viktor huffed a quiet laugh, "If you're still nervous about having a little fun in eat-shot of the other two, you're not being very convincing."
The younger skater just tensed up a little bit, but then forced himself to acknowledge that he'd been fully and thoroughly seduced, "...Just go get our stuff already."
Viktor grinned deviously, kissing him again quickly before pulling off to unlock the door, "That's what I thought."
Yuri sighed at himself, shrugging out of the bathrobe as his partner opened the door. As he turned to fold it over his arms and make it small, he realized the Russian had stopped where he was standing. Hazel eyes turned up and saw the man gawking at him, "...What? Go!"
Slate irises scanned the skater from head to heel, those black, figure-hugging boxer briefs being the only thing hiding the man's otherwise-naked frame from his sights. Still, seeing that much was exciting, and Viktor huffed quietly to himself, "You're such a tease." He stepped back in long enough to wrap one arm around Yuri's front, lay a few kisses on the back of the man's bare shoulders, and then left the room to find their things.
Yuri smiled nervously, seeing the man quickly trotting around the corner to where their bags were pressed up against the wall. Instead of following, he went over to the water coming out of the bathtub faucet and let the water run over his fingers, moving the knob a little to make it warmer while he waited.
Green eyes turned up in annoyance as the half-naked Russian came back into full sight, "...What, you're not gonna screw around after all?"
"Find a movie for us to watch when we're done." Viktor said nonchalantly, crouching down to rifle around in one of the smaller carry-bags, "And by 'movie' I mean 'not a wildcat documentary.'"
Phichit cast his eyes up over the top of his cellphone, glancing between the two wordlessly.
"I've been looking already. There's nothing."
"So check the pay-per-view. You're not paying for it anyway." Viktor went on, finding the small, dark-colored velvet satchel at the bottom of the bag. He rose back up to his full height and winked at the teen, "Something we can all watch."
"Find The Ring." Phichit teased.
Viktor started moving around to other bags, gathering up a change of clothes for each of them as he foraged.
"WE ARE NOT WATCHING THE RING." Yuri suddenly yelled, peering around the edge of the wall and glowering at his Thai friend dubiously.
Phichit just howled with laughter, having to pull the blanket he'd borrowed from his own room over his head to drown himself out.
"...Christ, it'd be Ringu here anyway even if it was somehow available to watch." Yurio grumbled, clicking over to the paid movie list.
"Don't make me come over there and write a list of all the creepy Japanese horror movies, or their western remakes, that we're not watching tonight." The older skater growled, fingers gripping to the corner of the thin dividing-wall, "Cuz I will."
Viktor quietly laughed to himself as he went back towards the bathroom door, snaking an arm around his husband's waist to start pulling him back.
"NOT THE RING." Yuri pleaded again as he was inched away from the edge, "PHICHIT-KUN STOP HIM."
"I'M NOT GOING TO LOOK FOR SOME STUPID JAPANESE HORROR MOVIE." Yurio barked, turning back uncomfortably towards the television. He heard the door close and lock again like before, and he grit his teeth, "...Maybe I'll play some stupid Thai horror movie instead."
Phichit peeked his head out from under the big blanket, "A Thai horror movie?"
"See? It's called Shutter." The teen gestured at the screen with the remote.
Within the bathroom, the mirror had already fogged up from the steam of the hotter water. Yuri still glanced at the door nervously, "...They're going to play something awful. I can feel it."
"Then I'll wear you out so you fall asleep before you even know what it is." Viktor offered, moving in close to start kissing at his partner's neck, fingers still holding to the small velvet bag and the small roll of clothing, behind his husband's back.
Anxious eyes were still turned towards the door, like Yuri was about to go back out through it just to be absolutely sure that there wouldn't be something terrifying on the television when they finally went to go see. Viktor grabbed his attention back though, suddenly dropping the bag to the shower-mat on the floor and sliding both hands under the elastic of his trunks, getting a palm-full on each side. The surprise made Yuri lurch forward a little, clinging with arms over his partner's shoulders to stop from falling at that awkward angle.
"Forget about them and the movie." Viktor purred, pushing his hands just so, and starting to move that black fabric down with them, "Eyes and thoughts on me alone. Let me overwhelm you. We could both use the sleep tonight."
Realizing, and agreeing, Yuri excised the thought of the night's secondary entertainment from his mind. A moment later, the kisses began anew, and he felt the thin fabric trailing down his legs until it came to stop in a heap over his feet. Two quick steps, and he cast the material aside, and let himself drown in the feeling of his husband's hands roaming over him. One slid down the side of his left leg, pulling up on it slightly to raise it up.
Viktor lifted the leg until he could let it rest on the fluff of his folded-over bathrobe, feeling it wrap around him and cling a little on its own. He let his hand slide back up again, settling it on the man's side as he pulled back from a particularly heated kiss. Slate eyes glanced into hazel, and the Russian smirked a little as his left hand went down to give the pulling move on that second leg as well.
Nervous brown eyes realized what the Russian was trying to do, but he wouldn't let his nerves stop it. With the steam swirling around and the water rushing, Yuri stepped up onto his toes and let the man catch him against his chest after a quick hop, both legs now wrapped around him.
The silver skater turned slightly, and with an audible thump, lightly banged Yuri's back against the door, grinding up against him as well as he could through the thick folds of the bathrobe.
"CUT IT OUT." Yurio yelled, throwing a pillow at the wall between him and the bathroom door.
Phichit just laughed and shook his head...not-so-subtly putting in ear-buds under the blanket and then going back to twiddle away on Instagram.
The movie had barely started and wasn't very loud on its own yet. The sound of the shower was easier to hear.
Kisses trailed from mouth to neck, then to chest as Yuri sat more upright against the door panel, breaths already getting heavy from his partner's attention. He held quickly as he felt the man starting to back up after that, then carefully moved down to sit on the edge of the tub, dipping Yuri's feet into the swirling torrent of hot water collecting in the bottom of it. Yuri pushed his toes against the lacquered surface, moving himself back along his husband's lap just a few inches, and reached down to find the loose knot holding the robe around the man's waist.
Viktor kept on with the kisses, moving from lips to just under the man's jaw, licking and nibbling at Yuri's neck as he felt his partner's hands trying to figure out the knot while he wasn't looking. When it finally came loose, the robe fell away as well, revealing that he hadn't bothered getting re-dressed at all after getting out of the onsen. He wasted no time pulling his growing arousal against his stomach, and then reached to pull his partner right up against it, holding him tight and kissing him again. He could feel his husband's legs curling up against his sides, ankles crossing behind his back, and holding on a bit tighter as hands went down between them. Viktor drew in a quiet, hissed breath as he felt those fingers go around him, drawing him up in line with his partner's center and starting to gently squeeze and pull. His own hands gently massaged at Yuri's legs where they clamped around his waist, careful of the still-slightly-tender mark on the right.
Complete arousal finally achieved, Yuri leaned back, feeling his partner's hands by his shoulder-blades to hold him up, silver-grey bangs brushing against his skin where the man was dipping his head down to savor the feeling between them. A few more strokes, and Yuri leaned upright again, toes barely dipping in the water as he pushed to slide back along his partner's legs a bit. He saw those slate-blue eyes looking up at him half-lidded, and brushed the tip of his nose against the man's lips as he moved. One hand stayed around the silver Russian's center as one leg, then the other, came back around and knees went down to the shower-mat beneath them.
Viktor set his palms against the edge of the tub and watched quietly, shoulders scrunched up a little bit as he felt Yuri come close again, pressing in between his legs with a quick kiss before moving lower. He leaned back a bit as he felt the hand leave his center, settling on his side as lips moved down his chest. The Russian gasped quietly and leaned his head back as he felt the hot, wet tease of that mouth and tongue against one nipple, thumb gently rubbing against the other side. He couldn't help but raise and curl one leg around the man in front of him, heel grazing lightly against the back of Yuri's thigh as it moved.
After a moment, the younger figure switched sides, then continued further down, kissing and nibbling quietly at the tight muscles of the Russian's core. His arms hooked over those hard, pale, athletic legs, and one hand finally returned to center, holding the man firmly before leaning in to kiss at it as well.
The silver Russian sighed vocally as he felt that mouth go around him, legs twitching up a little as he leaned back again, fingers clamped around the porcelain ledge of the tub. Yuri had gotten much better at the act since his half-assed-but-well-meant first attempt nearly a year before, where all he'd managed before bailing was a single hesitant lick. Now, he licked, sucked, nibbled, and bobbed on that flesh, knowing how to take care of it so that, in time, it would take care of him in turn. One hand went to Yuri's shoulder and held tightly, clamping down as the man drew in heavier breaths, closing his eyes to savor the feeling.
Not wanting to depart to go seeking, Yuri pawed his free hand around on the floor, leaning over his partner's leg as far as he could so he wouldn't have to pause to look around. He couldn't quite remember where the little black satchel had fallen though, and couldn't find it...at least not until Viktor used his foot to nudge it closer. Yuri felt the fabric against his fingers, and lifted it up, sitting up a little to pinch it between his knees and pull the thin cords loose to open it up. Without missing a beat, he found the first of three small bottles inside, grabbed the first one he could get his fingers around, and cast the rest aside. It clicked open, and the younger skater squeezed a bunch out against his leg, lathed his fingers in it, and then sat up a bit higher on his knees.
Viktor watched quietly, only one eye open, barely able to focus as it was. He saw those slick fingers come forward, gently probing at him as the other hand and mouth continued at their task. He twitched as he felt one finger go inside, then a second, and start that 'come hither' movement against him, thumb pressing close to the same spot outside. For a split second, the Russian slipped where he lost his grip, the feeling so abruptly intense that he lost his mooring, but he caught himself again with a slightly more firm clamp of his legs around his partner's frame. Breaths became more labored, and Viktor soon had to bring that hand from his husband's should to cover his mouth, hissing those sounds instead of crying out loudly like he normally would have.
When the younger man finally came up for breath a little while later, he'd already lowered the other hand to gather up more of the slick fluid he'd squeezed out against his leg, slathering it all over himself. He kissed the member lightly one last time before rising fully up onto his knees and getting in close, the fingers that had been inside withdrawing slightly to help position himself.
Slate eyes opened again slightly as Viktor felt the change, and when he felt the tip of his partner's member against him, he tilted his hips just slightly to make it easier to get in. Legs curled a bit higher after that, eventually finding their way to be perched on the skater's shoulders as he felt the man gradually ease himself in all the way. The ledge where he was perched was already precariously thin, and the second Yuri started moving again, Viktor realized he'd have to hold onto something else before he got knocked off and slipped into the tub outright, especially with the remnants of his folded bathrobe slipping around under him. With hardly any time, or capacity, to think, the Russian leaned way back until his hands felt at the lip of the tub on the other side. He turned his head slightly as he gasped with the third slow thrust, and spotted the metal safety-bar bolted to the wall just next to him, left hand coming up to curl around it.
Yuri's hands came up around the crook of his husband's legs, holding him safely in place as well as they could, hips slowly pressing in and pulling out again. Hazel eyes opened carefully, looking on at where the silver skater was leaning so far back, eyes tight against the sensation, gasps barely audible over the sound of the water gushing from the faucet. As he felt his husband starting to relax a little, Yuri picked up the pace, hips hitting against supple skin with just enough force for them alone to hear it over the water.
The Russian's grip slipped again on the edge of the tub, shoulders cramping a little anyway, and those pale hands went down in to the wet rush beneath him. Yuri's hands held him fast, but soon moved, shoulders wedging between those legs to pin them against his sides instead. Arms came around Viktor's waist, palms under his back to help hold him up, one pale, wet hand coming up to run through raven-black hair. The silver Russian felt the light kiss against his skin, even as those arms held tighter around his core, hips still hitting against him. The hard ledge of the tub was starting to get uncomfortable against Viktor's tailbone though, even with the bathrobe acting as a cushion, and after a few more careful thrusts, pushed to sit upright, carefully clinging to his husband's head where it pressed against his chest. From that angle, he could feel the man reluctantly being forced to pull out again, but he wouldn't let the empty feeling last for long. He slid off the edge of the tub and pushed Yuri down, moving the damp bathrobe to the floor behind him and adding three towels to the pile before finally letting him lie on his back.
The room was small, but not so small that the shorter figure couldn't lie down, so long as he lifted his legs and hooked them over the space where Viktor had just been sitting. The Russian leaned in overtop of his husband, knees coming up around the man's torso as he sat back against his lap. He could feel eager hands sliding up his legs as one of his own reached back to put him back into place, feeling it against the right spot and then sitting down onto it. He could hear the younger figure drawing in a sharp breath just as he himself did, and smiled down at him as he finished the descent.
Hazel eyes opened to the Russian above him, hands on the man's waist and rising, palms against his chest as Viktor came down to kiss him again. As he felt those soft lips against his own, he began the slow, rhythmic upward push, forcing the Russian to dip his head a little to feel it. They closed their eyes as the older skater braced, Viktor's hands going to the towels under his husband's sides as he held himself up.
His back arched inward as Yuri started to go a little faster like before, one hand coming up to curl around the man's fingers where they were still pressed to his chest, bangs tousling back and forth a little to the movement of hips. Viktor grit his teeth to stop from making a sound, though each upward push made him want to cry out. He buckled a little as the intensity of the feeling shifted, and his head hung low, nearly made breathless by it.
Yuri moved his free hand from his husband's chest to set it gently against his cheek, slowing the pace a little bit as he thumbed at the skin just under those bangs.
One eye opened again as the silver skater felt it, and he turned his face slightly, just enough to catch that thumb, hooking it into his mouth. Sultry eyes looked down on the younger man, setting teeth just against skin and licking the tip of it lightly. As those hips beneath him slowed to a stop, Viktor took up the torch himself, rising and falling against it, forcing his partner to try and hold back his breaths instead. A few more moments like that, and Viktor finally let go of the thumb, rising up entirely off the man's lap, letting the member fall beneath him before sitting again. The Russian huffed a quiet laugh as he realized that they were in the exact same position as they had been in their first-ever intimacy in Yuri's room at Yu-Topia, save that their positions were reversed. Viktor slid his ringed hand to caress his husband's face, and then slowly slid against him, reaching with his free left hand to take hold of them both.
The younger figure's hands went back to his partner's waist, sliding lower until he could feel the top of each thigh against his palms and the rocking of the man's hips against his own. He closed his eyes and relished in the slick grind, opening one again only when he felt Viktor rising up again like before. This time, however, the Russian got back between his legs, pulling them around his waist and pressing against him eagerly. Letting himself fully relax, Yuri brought his arms up, wedging his hands under the towels supporting his head, and watched his husband go about his business. Kisses went from mouth to neck, nibbling an earlobe, then further down, and finally back up again. Hands groped around for the bag from earlier, found it, pulled it close so a different bottle could be used, squeezed its contents into a palm and all over the younger skater's front, and was then clicked closed and discarded again. Viktor smeared it everywhere. Yuri's skin was shinier then than it already had been from steam and sweat, and the warming sensation that came with it slowly came to a head, making everything it had been slathered on tingle with heat. The silver Russian made sure he was slick as well before moving on, teasing his partner with those two fingers even as he pressed himself against the back of his own hand.
The left hand that Yuri had pinned under his head suddenly came up, going over his mouth as he gasped.
Viktor huffed a quiet laugh as he watched, pushing harder against his husband's hips even with just those two fingers inside him, pressing delicately against that inner flesh, feeling for that specific lump of denser tissue just beyond it. It was easy to find without those digits having to go that far in, and was even easier to provoke with just a few gentle prods. He sat back against his heels and kept rubbing at it softly, his free hand coming around front to stroke there as well, bombarding the younger man from all sides. He was bound and determined to make the man cry out, or at least whimper, loudly enough that he could hear it over the rushing water in the tub. When he felt the man's leg twitch against his side, Viktor withdrew his fingers and leaned in close, barely needing that hand to position himself before sliding in.
Those legs twitched again and clenched down around the Russian's frame, loosening only slightly as the pace picked up. Viktor's hands went down to the floor, wrists pressed tightly against his partner's waist to pin him in, and he thrust against his husband's frame eagerly. Gone was the worry that anyone would hear, and he pulled the man closer to him, leaning down to wedge his hands under Yuri's back, pressing his chin and mouth against the man's collarbone. He felt the younger man's fingers clambering over his back in turn, fingernails raking across his skin as he pushed in faster and faster.
Wet spikes of black hair were starting to press against the white tile walls, and Viktor pulled Yuri up to sitting in his lap instead, continuing the upward roll of his hips. Fingers went through the Russian's hair, leaving it more messy than it already was. Yuri clung to his partner's frame tightly, the previous long thrusts reduced to mere pushes against him, offering a brief reprieve in the intensity of the romp. After another few kisses though, Viktor pressed his hand against his husband's left leg, giving the hint to move it over and flip around. He did so without needing further suggestion, never once leaving that warmth within him, and pressed his hands to the edge of the tub. Once Viktor had found his place again, hands stroking across the smaller man's back, Yuri pulled up the forgotten bathrobe and used it to soften his grip on the porcelain.
The quick procession of pressure began anew, and the younger skater clung to that robe tightly, hardly able to hold himself up anymore if not for the Russian's hands for support. He closed his eyes and let the feeling wash entirely through him. When it became too much, and he felt himself on the edge, he bit down on his thumb to stop from crying out too loudly...though he still did. He pushed up against the edge of the bathtub just before he felt it, pale hands pressing against his abdomen to keep him close while his own went back, scrabbling for the Russian's legs. Soon after, he went all the way down to the towels heaped on the floor, gasping for loud breaths even as his partner kept slowly pushing into him. His whole frame trembled from the climax, each new press adding to the sensation, until he finally felt the silver figure pull his hips hard against his own.
Only after that moment did Viktor finally let Yuri go down, sitting on his heels in turn, though keeping the man firmly in his grasp as he did so. He pressed in a little closer and hugged his husband from behind, breathing heavily against his back. Holding for a little while, waiting for each of them to be able to catch their breath a little, he only looked up again when he felt a few splashes of water against his face. Slate eyes looked up, seeing hazel looking back at him, the man they belonged to smirking a little.
"Can you stand?" Yuri asked, huffing a laugh as he looked back over his shoulder.
Viktor drew a deep breath, but then went back to nuzzling the spot he'd been in a moment before, "Probably, but I don't want to. I like where I am." He added a certain emphasis to his words by rolling his hips again one last time.
"Your feet are going to go all numb and tingly soon."
"...I do like my feet." The Russian sighed contently, "I guess I could be convinced to get up."
"Only for a little while." Yuri assured, "I just want to stand in the shower for a minute."
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By the time they were done, mostly dried off, changed, and ready for sleep, Shutter was already 45 minutes into its runtime. It was a calm spot though, making it easy to obfuscate what the film was really about...for the moment.
Yuri came out in his usual shorts and t-shirt, rubbing his damp hair as he cleaned off the water smudges from his glasses, putting them back into place only as he felt his partner's arm come around him to guide him on top of the bed covers.
Both other skaters in the room were eyeballing them, but said nothing...having heard effectively nothing over the dull roar of the tub faucet, but knowing what happened anyway.
Viktor only had a pair of loose sweat-pants on, and they barely clung to his hips as it was. He sat on the edge of the bed before wrangling his husband overtop of himself, curling up on his side as Yuri settled for the night in front of him, and resting his ring-hand on the man's abdomen, holding his head up with the other, "What'd you end up picking?" He asked idly, seeing footage of some goateed Asian man standing in front of a pair of big wooden doors, knocking on them without an answer.
Green eyes just turned and glared from the corner of the bed where the teen had been perched, "A Thai movie." He answered simply, turning it down as he heard tension-building music starting to bubble up in the background.
Yuri blinked at the screen, trying to sit up a little, twisting a bit where he laid to settle one leg over his partner's. All he saw on the screen was that same Asian man going in through those wooden doors, looking around a ransacked apartment, a t.v. in the background showing static, "...I don't know this one. What's it called?" The camera panned around the room, showing debris all over the floor, and a pile of VHS tapes scattered under the entertainment stand. It panned up to show the television screen. The man continued to walk through the place in silence, looking around in confusion.
"...It's...uh...a love story...?" Phichit tried to answer, not being particularly convincing in his own right.
The older skater tilted his head, glancing up at his husband, who was studying the screen like it was familiar somehow, "...Should we make them start it over?" He just barely missed the imagery of the main character looking at his reflection in a broken mirror, veins of fractured glass coming out from center, where a bloody dot was visible. The man continued to walk on. Yuri looked back at the television just as the scene changed to show an Asian woman sitting on a couch, looking at a black-and-white picture book. The images showed what looked like class photos, and the woman periodically turned her attention to a few loose snapshots that were stuffed into the creases between pages.
The Russian was still quiet, though his eyes squinted a little as the scenes went on.
"Viktor?" Yuri repeated.
More photos on screen, this time back in the apartment. They were in color, and looked like wedding photos. The camera panned around the back of the man who was holding one photo in particular, though it had a distorted white smudge over several of the people in it.
Viktor suddenly recognized what the movie was, and just as the camera was panning around to show some other figure standing on a balcony just out of sight of the man holding the picture, he turned to move that hand from his husband's stomach to his face, and used it to turn to towards him, "...I think it would probably ruin it to start over, don't you think?"
Yuri blinked up at him, entirely missing the part where the man on the balcony suddenly jumped off, "...Well, I guess so. It's almost half over by now, probably...I wouldn't want to impose..."
The silver skater smiled and leaned down to kiss him, keeping half an eye on the screen as he did so, watching as the man in the movie ran towards the balcony in protest, only to miss being able to save whoever had leapt. The camera moved with him, showing that the room was located on a rather high floor of some apartment building...and then rotated to look far below, showing the jumper had landed into a bloody pile on the roof of some hapless driver's car. The man called something out from the ledge, but could do nothing but watch the driver exit the vehicle and back off in horror. Viktor only finally pulled out of the kiss again when the scene changed over, and resettled his hand back on his partner's stomach, "Not more than we already have anyway." He mused, glancing back at the teen who was just eye-rolling him severely with his back turned, "Yuri, toss me the corner of the blanket, will you?" Viktor asked, pointing over at the other end of the bed and then abruptly kicking the Russian Tiger right off the end of it.
Phichit put his hand over his mouth, "Uh oh..."
"What the Hell was that for!?" The blonde barked from the floor, rising up and gritting his teeth, only to spy Viktor's icy-eyed death-glare being shot right at him.
Ah shit, he knows what movie this is. He figured us out...
Yuri was super confused at their exchange, "What's going on...?" His eyes were starting to get heavy, the warmth of his partner and the blanket tempting him to sleep already.
"We'll take the top cover and you can have the ones underneath." The Russian went on, returning to his normal, cheerful affect, albeit with that eerie 'I know what you're up to and I won't let you do it' subtext to his tone.
Yurio just glared, but then moved stiffly to the other side of the bed and grabbed at the comforter with both hands, throwing it up until it landed in a heap across the cuddling skaters, "Fine, but if you two start making out again in the middle of the night...I'll boot you both out and take the entire bed for myself. I won't be evicted two nights in a row."
"Don't worry," Viktor said with a grin, raising his arm up again to position the blanket better around them, and so both could see, "You're safe until tomorrow night at least."
"Ohmygosh..." Phichit whispered to himself, wishing he could take pictures of the exchange suddenly, "This is even more R-rated than the Hot Pot restaurant last year..."
Yuri paid none of them any attention. By the time they'd settled down anyway, he'd succumbed to sleep, heedless of the lights, noise, and people moving around the room.
When Viktor noticed, he smiled and reached to pull the blue-framed glasses away, and twisted to set them on the nightstand behind him. He returned to where he was before, but settled in a little closer, moving the arm that had been holding his head up to wedge it under his partner's back and pull him against his chest, setting his head down in the pillow, "You guys can go ahead and finish the movie. I don't think we'll be watching it after all."
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(Author Note: Please comment/review if you like this sort of sexy-time content. People seem to refuse to do so whenever I make these kinds of updates and it's kind of depressing, so I'm going to start skipping them outright if no one appears to want me to write this stuff.)