CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED NINE
The last of Yuri's wine glass was emptied and set on top of the kotatsu, then nudged closer to center to avoid the compression-wrapped ankle that was perched on the edge of it. In his forward lean though, Yuri's back was exposed, and a pair of pale hands pressed against it, sliding from the middle, up around the crest of shoulders, and started to knead there.
"You built up all the knots that I worked out on Saturday again." Viktor teased quietly, "Though maybe these are from your Exhibition."
"...Ech...maybe..." Yuri answered, staying where he was in that forward-hunched position, "Guess I didn't get away with is as much as I thought I did, since I didn't need Minako-sensei to come by just to make it possible for me to walk again..." He lifted his head to look back, "...Like someone I know."
Viktor huffed at that, fingers pressed up against the sides and back of his husband's neck, then down again to rub over the stiff trapezium, "I do envy that stamina of yours... The things I could've done with my skating if I could stack quads like you do..." He sighed dramatically and slid his hands all the way down his partner's back, only then to lean forward, hands pressed around the man's ribs as he looked over one shoulder, "...The things I'll make you do instead..."
Yuri got nervous to hear it, "...Make me do...? Like what?"
"Putting all that stamina to good use, obviously." The silver legend leaned back into the pillow-pile again to continue his massage, "You once made Yurio's face go red with the joke that the only thing that can wear you down is me, but that insinuation was indirectly about us in bed. I intend to make it true on the ice, too. The time has come to take off the kid gloves and training wheels, my love."
"...I can only imagine..."
"You're bringing back 'Yuri on Ice' for the Olympics...and with everything you've learned and mastered since last season, I think it's only fair that we update it, right?"
"That's true..." Yuri agreed nervously, "Just don't forget that my brain does something weird when I go out there to skate for scores rather than for fun...!"
"I know it. That's what Jiro's going to be there for, neh?"
The pup's squeaks and yips echoed from under the table then, until that small fluffy head poked out from under the kotatsu blanket.
Viktor laughed, "Aw! He already recognizes his name!"
"...He's going to be twice this size by the time the Olympics rolls around..." Yuri pointed out, reaching one hand forward to scritch at the dog's ears, "He'll be harder to carry around."
"He'll be able to walk faster and father though, too."
"Yeah..."
"He can't stay a puppy forever," The Russian explained, leaning forward again to reach past his husband's side and find the Akita's fluff as well, offered a few pats, and then leaned back once more, this time dragging Yuri with him, pressing that skin against his still-clothed chest, "He's going to be big enough to act like a guard dog, too."
"Right?" Yuri mused, seeing the pup vanish under the kotatsu again to join Makkachin in a heater-warmed nap, "Hard to think we've already had him for 2 weeks. I can still remember how weird it felt when the JSF gave him to me... I was still so wrapped up in the shock of learning that the RSF had fired you that I couldn't even feel excited about this puppy in my hands."
"...Well, I guess it's a good thing then that Jiro is a dog and didn't know what was going on anyway." Viktor offered, kissing the side of one arm as Yuri raised them both up above their heads, fingers weaving though silver hair as they came down again, "I'm sure he'd forgive you if he did, though."
"Probably." The younger figure agreed, lowering his arms slightly as he felt a playful nibble on one ear. The snuffle of a breath there was enough to tickle, and both arms came down completely as he laughed and tried to scrunch-up his shoulders in feigned protest. That only encouraged more teases, hands coming up over his chest as kisses went down the side of his neck, "Wait wait...wait...wait!"
"Wait for what?" Viktor wondered, relishing in the sound of his husband's laughs.
Yuri pulled forward to try and catch his breath, only to catch a glimpse of the silver Russian's sweater and under-shirt being tossed away, and arms came back around him to pull him close again. The feeling of hot skin against his back and arms was enough to quiet his thoughts of resistance, and he fell limp in the Russian's embrace, leaning his head away to reveal more of the neck that was being sought for. Soft lips pressed onto his skin, sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking, always wet and warm. Inch by inch, as attention slid up to his partner's favorite spot under one ear, Yuri's knees came up, dragging the kotatsu blanket up with them. Before long, he was a flushed and wiggly mess, both of his hands clasped firmly for grip around the Russian's thighs where they pinned him in.
Viktor's roaming hands slid over every inch of exposed skin, the right hovering over one pink nub on his partner's chest, thumb brushing over it until it was perked up and hard. The sound of the younger man's breaths giving out a slight whine with each movement spurred him forward, and the Russian let his left hand venture under the blanket, finding both legs there pressed tightly against each other. He gently slid his fingers into the cleft between them, gently trying to nudge them apart with a soft touch, "You're quite tense, my love..."
"Nghh..."
The silver Russian could only wonder, but instead of continuing to try to relax those legs, he slid his fingers lower against them, tracing the tips to where he felt the soft texture of silky-cotton sweatpants crinkle up and fold into layers where those legs bent at the younger man's hips. It didn't take much roaming to find a wet spot, and Viktor suddenly knew why his partner was such a tight and squirmy mess. He skipped a few minutes of teasing to simply offer the man a little relief, sliding his hand under the elastic waistband to get hold of his husband's excited flesh, finding it wet and slick, practically in a small puddle of its own making. Yuri's whole frame jerked back and pressed hard against his chest, fingers digging into the underside of his thighs where he still held onto them. Viktor nuzzled against the side of his partner's head, "Shh...relax...ease it down..."
"Nh...hah... I c-can't..."
"Do you want me to j-"
"No!" Yuri cried out, releasing the vice-grip he had on one leg so he could set it over his partner's wrist to stop his movement instead. He didn't push it away though, he simply held it there, still, and tried to catch his breath again. He could feel every pulse of his heartbeat cause a throb through tender flesh where fingers still gripped around it.
Viktor was left thoroughly confused, "...Yuri...?"
"S-Sorry..."
"Ah...ehm...don't be, but...I still have a hold of you...what do you want me to do...? Did I go too fast? I got the impression you needed me to..."
More panting, but Yuri wouldn't move from where he was, or where the held his husband's arm, until his breaths slowed down a little bit. He tried to draw in a deeper breath, and glanced back towards a shoulder, though not over it, "...I've...been trying to hold this off all night... I guess the wine hit me faster than I thought it would... Even just sitting with you...got me going almost right away... I've been trying to hide it under the kotatsu..."
Viktor leaned forward, lightly pressing his chest against his partner's back, and kissed the rear of one shoulder as his free hand held to the man's other side, "Why hold back? You could've flipped me over and had your way with me anytime you wanted." He teased.
"It's not what I wanted though..."
The Russian's brow furrowed to hear the words, Is he still out of sorts from the competition...? He shook his head lightly and pressed his lips to the skin before him, "I know you can't control what your body does. I'll stop if you want me to."
"Th-that's not it...either..."
"Tell me..."
Yuri hesitated a moment, but then gave a gentle nudge against the hand that was still enveloped around him. Fingers came loose, and he felt the cool rush of air against his wet skin, giving him a chill that prickled a few goosebumps. Instead of simply leaning back again though and pretending like nothing had happened, he hooked his thumbs into both sides of his sweat pants' elastic band and pushed them down, burying his knuckles against the blanket to hoist himself up and get the fabric out from underneath his frame. The kotatsu blanket was shuffled away along with the clothes, and Yuri picked himself up to shimmy over top of his partner's right leg, sitting sideways against the perplexed Russian's frame, shoulder against that pale chest. Both hands came up, one palm against each cheek, "I know it sounds stupid, but...I just don't want to lose sight of you. When I feel you, I want to see you...even when my eyes are closed."
"That doesn't sound stupid." Viktor reassured, nudging forward to touch their brows as his partner's hands descended to his shoulders, "It's kind of romantic, actually." He said quietly, feeling the relief pass through his partner's frame, along with the warmth of a single exhale. With his partner's tension starting to leave, Viktor wiggled out from where he'd been sitting and twisted around to face him. Kneeling slightly, the Russian leaned forward and nuzzled his way into a kiss, cupping one hand around his husband's head to hold him close. With the kiss, he nudged the younger man's frame backward, lowering him gently down to the edge of the pillow pile, and set his elbow down under the back of Yuri's neck to offer his forearm as a pillow. Those cherry-hazel eyes opened as soon as he lifted up again to stretch the rest of himself out, and when Viktor looked back, he felt those hands rise up from his shoulders and weave through his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss. For the moment, he abandoned trying to use his free hand to undo the button on the front of his jeans, and just let himself enjoy the moment for what it was.
He slid his free hand down the side of his partners thin but muscular frame, pausing only as he felt the ridge of a hip-bone in his palm, and slid back up again. He splayed his fingers out to feel every bit of skin that he could at one time, slipping up past the collar-bone and over the side of Yuri's neck, up into that raven hair, never letting up in those kisses. There wasn't so much as a flinch from that, even as he felt his partner's hands slide down the front of his larger body, undoing that button he'd had to abandon before. If anything, he set his left elbow down against the blanket, hand cradled around the back of his spouse's head, and plunged for a deeper kiss as he felt a hand slide into his clothes.
Being on the floor, flat on his back, Yuri had little room to maneuver his arms before the ground would stop him from going any further. He could only offer a few meager strokes against his husband's excited flesh before the inklings of frustration began and he gave up, sliding his hands up to the waistband of those jeans instead. He was sure to hook his thumbs into both them and the black elastic fabric beneath, and did his best to push them both away, as far as the limits of his range allowed. It was enough at least for the moment; his husband's heat was against him, getting slippery and wet with each slight movement through the slick he'd made on his own skin...and was still making. He wiggled slightly to center himself under the Russian's larger frame, and lifted both legs aside the man's waist, hugging them around to keep him close. That tension from earlier hadn't quite gone away, and the grip of those athletic legs tightened. Hands that had pushed denim away went to center, took hold of that thick member, and started massaging it.
Viktor hissed a breath when he felt it, rocking his hips slightly with each gentle squeeze and rub. He locked eyes with the ones ahead of him for a moment, closing them again only as he lowered down to nose his partner's lips. A little while longer of that slick rubbing and delicate twisting, and Viktor had to pull himself from the warm torpor; he withdrew his arm from under his partner's head and crawled a foot backward, kissing neck and chest as he went. The legs that had wrapped around his waist came loose slightly to let him sit up, and he pushed himself upright only long enough to push the remnants of his jeans and underwear down so he could kick them off when he lowered down again. Hands and arms went up to slide around his core to pull him closer; legs parted wide as the younger man clung to him. Viktor tilted his descent slightly, putting his weight onto one elbow so he could keep the other hand free, and pressed his palm and fingers against the side of his husband's ribs. He trailed it all the way down, around the curve of waist and hip, until he could pull the man's leg up against his own. By then, he was low enough on his partner's chest that he could offer hot attention to sensitive nubs, keeping his mouth on the closest one, circling his tongue around it with the occasional suck. Each time, Yuri cried out slightly or whimpered a breath, making the Russian smile to himself. His gentle rocking against center helped as well, and he could feel his partner's frame starting to relax under him. Once those tightly-wound legs were loose enough that they were barely holding their position, Viktor slid his free hand through his husband's 'puddle' and started probing between them with a few fingers. First, pressing against that small flat of skin, that 'button' that protected the sensitive organ just within, and then further down. He didn't slide his fingers inside though, he merely found where he wanted to go and then guided the proper tool into place with them. Slick as he was from his spouse's self-made lube, it was easy to get inside him, though as tense as he still apparently was in his core, it took a minute and several slow advances before their hips were flat against each other.
Yuri clamped his fingers around his husband's arms, feeling at the hardness of taut muscle as that pressure further down worked its way deeper inside him. When Viktor was all the way in, the man descended over him, pressing their chests flat against one another, and wedges both arms under his back to hold him close. Yuri reached his arms over to do the same thing in return, holding tight as the rocking motion slowly started.
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Light was barely coming in when Yuri started to open his eyes the next morning. They opened enough to acknowledge the light from under a blanket, closed again...and then shot open wide.
"OH MY GOD MINAKO-SENSEI PROBABLY LEFT WITHOUT ME."
His heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to untangle himself from arms and blankets, seeing his startled partner looking around like someone had broken in; both dogs were awake and alert as well. Jiro puppy-barked in confusion and Makkachin trotted around as Yuri, buck-ass naked, ran for the stairs...only to pause.
There was no light coming in through the blinds in the front room or in the back. Whatever time it was, it was still before dawn. Even in winter, in Japan, that meant it was still before 7am.
Viktor's heart settled from the scare, and he flopped against the remains of the pillow pile, "Yuurriiii..." He grumbled, fumbling for where his phone had been left on the kotatsu, "You nearly gave me a heart attack...!"
"I'm still in the middle of one!" He hollered back, rushing the rest of the way upstairs. He checked his phone where he'd left it on the nightstand the day before; 5:45am. He heaved a sigh of relief and stepped back out into the hall, "False alarm! It's not even 6am yet!"
The Russian's eyes were staring at his phone's faceplate, and the corroborated time shown thereupon, "...I know..." He mumbled, mostly to himself. He clicked out and let the phone drop to the blankets, and tried to go back to sleep as he heard the shower turning on upstairs. It only took about 15 seconds before his arms were groping for a warm body to hold onto, and Makkachin quickly jumped into place, curling up with his head and the back of his shoulders against his human's chest. Jiro, meanwhile, was trying to get up the stairs.
Yuri didn't spend a whole lot of time cleaning up, skipping the hot bath soak entirely. He scrubbed and soaped himself down in a hurry, knowing that every second he took getting ready was a second he might be late to catching the ballerina at the train station.
Should I text her...? Ahhh I wish she gave me a more specific time to be there rather than when she'd leave me behind...
With a quick towel-down to get dry, ruffling it back and forth over his hair, he paused in front of the long mirror. Reaching it forward, Yuri used the towel to dry the fogged-up panel down, and twisted around to check the marks on his back. They were mostly healed by then, but it was still as obvious to see them as it was to see the marks left on his chin and forehead from Detroit 2 weeks earlier.
Viktor looks at all these injuries, and all he sees are his own failures to protect me... It doesn't even matter that I put some of them there myself...
He turned back around and combed his hair back out of his eyes.
I guess I understand... When he came back from that funeral with blood all over his face, and his eye so swollen he could barely open it...I felt pretty helpless, too. Unlike Viktor though, I was eventually able to confront the person who put hands on him. What can Viktor do about accidents, or things that I do to myself...?
He huffed a sigh to himself and stepped out of the wash-room, rummaged through their shared closet, and found clothing for the day. By the time he had his usual black briefs, pants, and socks on, he heard a pitiable cry coming from the stairwell, and stuck his head out to see Jiro stuck on the landing. Black, almond-shaped eyes spotted him and the pup started whimpering even more, which just made Yuri hop a little faster, "Aw! Did you get stuck again?" He cooed, getting down to the middle, open step where the stairs leveled out to change direction above the front door, and picked the Akita up, "And you didn't even have Viktor to walk on this time."
The Russian was out-cold in the pillow-pile, one arm draped over his poodle.
Yuri managed a smile in spite of himself and went back upstairs, setting Jiro down on top of the unused bed so he could finish getting dressed. It was about 6:10 when he was done and heading back to the main floor again, careful not to turn on too many lights as he figured his way around the kitchen. There wasn't much fare in the refrigerator given that they'd been gone for 4 days, save some coffee creamer, perishable dog treats, and a half-used daikon radish in the crisper at the bottom.
Coffee it is. Breakfast of Champions.
With the brew starting to bubble, and water pouring into the grind and filter, Yuri stepped back into the living-room and crouched down next to his slumbering spouse. He combed his fingers through the man's silver hair, using the dim lights from above the stove to help him see, and offered his morning kisses as Viktor mumbled and turned over, "Hey, sorry to wake you up again... Can you still take me to the train station?"
"Mmnnhhh...of course..." The Russian mumbled some more, and rolled onto his back to stretch, "Am I driving you while naked or clothed?"
Yuri snorted a laugh and shook his head, "Get dressed, sheesh!" He sat back on his haunches and rose up to standing, but offered his hands as he bent down again, "If you drop me off early, then maybe you can catch a nap at Yu-Topia before you take the kids to get their papers."
"I want to hold onto you as long as I can though..." Viktor whined, kissing the ring on his husband's hand before letting himself get pulled up to his feet, and unceremoniously draped himself across the man, "I'll wait with you until Minako gets there, then I'll come back and collect our boys."
"That sounds good," Yuri nodded, hugging his spouse's naked frame as he held up half of his weight. He turned his head slightly as he heard the last sputtering of hot water from the coffee maker, "I made enough for you to have some, if you want."
"Shall I have it while naked or clothed?" Viktor teased, breathing in the scent of his husband's freshly-washed hair while he had the chance.
"Oh, you should definitely have it while naked. No question." Yuri laughed, pulling back to offer one more kiss, and started to guide the silver legend towards the kitchen table.