But what was doing Viktor there? Yuuri then remembered what Phichit said, that Viktor used to go to see him skate, but he had completely forgotten to ask him if that were true.

"... Ah! Yurio... There's no problem. It's Viktor. He... He's a friend of mine." He said, managing to hold back and don't tell him that Viktor was his boyfriend. Yuuri didn't want to be the one who had to explain to a kid how two men can be together.

"Oh, I see..." The blond kid released him, calmer. "For a moment I thought he was one of those perverted old man who like to see children skate. I've already saw those of them before. But if he's a friend of yours, I don't have to worry then... Uh. Why does your friend just staying there? He doesn't plan to skate?

That question made Yuuri wonder the same thing. However, with what the things he already knew about Viktor, he thought that maybe he had the answer to that.

"Yurio, wait here." He quickly skated to Viktor to greet him. "Viktor, what are you doing here? I thought you were at job."

"Yuuri!" Before answering, he rushed towards him to hug him, with everything and the protection fence between them. "It's Friday! I didn't have much to do at work, so they let us out early. I was going to call you but I imagined that you'd still be here, and I'm glad I came. I could see you doing that routine again!"

"Eh?" Yuuri took him by the shoulders to push him away a little and see his face. "Why do you mean by 'again'?" After the festival three months ago, Yuuri didn't practiced Agape again.

Unless...

"Oh! I haven't told you how I fell in love with you, right?" He hugged him again, rubbing their cheeks together. "It was right here, when I saw you doing that same routine in an exhibition. You caught my attention immediately, but I didn't give much importance at that time. For me you were just a handsome and unknown boy." Yuuri blushed. "But you know? A few days later I recognized you at school, though at first I wasn't sure if it was you, because of the glasses and the different attitude you showed on the rink; you are more reserved. But when I was completely sure it was you, I knew that fate was on my side and that I should not miss the opportunity to meet you." He hugged him tighter, so much so that Yuuri's neck ached.

Yuuri didn't believe in 'fate', and he hoped that Viktor didn't either (he supposed that he had said it rather to sound romantic). Still, he had to admit that he was flattered to know that the silver-haired man found him attractive and that he also liked his way of skating.

"Wait. Does that mean... the only thing you like about me is how I skate?" He inquired, for some reason, feeling a little hurt.

"Oh?! Of course not!" He exclaimed, looking into his eyes. "Yes, I like to see you skate, but only because when you do it you look so sure of yourself, so strong... but also I like your normal 'you'. You're so cute when you act so serious." He said blushing. Then suddenly Viktor fell silent. He took a long lock of his silver hair and tangled it between his fingers. He seemed nervous. "Yuuri, I must confess something else. I... since I knew we were in the same college I started to observe you. I even looked your trainings, and... the more I watched you, the more my feelings grew towards you." When Yuuri heard him, his eyes wide open.

"Viktor, are you telling me that... you've been in love with me for three months?" He asked incredulously, lowering his voice. He knew there were people around and he didn't want something so personal to be heard. The silver-haired man understood and he also lowered his voice.

"Yes..." He replied with his face already completely red, using his hands to hide behind them. "Don't look at me like that. You make me feel like a stalker."

"Tha-that's not it! It's just... I had no idea you liked me for that long, and I... I never noticed." Yuuri mentally kicked himself, and felt his stomach churn. He had conditioned Viktor to be his boyfriend permanently if he was still in love with him after a month. And now he learned that Viktor were in love with him for more than a month.

In theory, Viktor had already won, with which Yuuri realized that his condition was useless and even insensitive on his part.

"It just... I didn't dare to approach you before. I was ashamed." He admitted, lowering his hands, revealing his shy look, though Yuuri thought he noticed some nostalgia in his eyes. "It took me quite a while to gather the courage to talk to you, because I didn't even know if we had the same preferences and... that day, when I finally dared to talk to you... Well... I got a little nervous, so I rushed and ended up confessing." He said laughing at himself. "When I remember that, I realize that it's normal that you thought I was playing some joke. But I don't regret it, because now we are together." He said, approaching the dark-haired boy with the obvious intention of kissing him, however, Yuuri turned his head.

"Viktor, there are children here..." He warned in a whisper, with his cheeks still red, referring to Yurio as well as to other little ones who were in the rink with their parents.

"Oh. You're right. I'm sorry..." He said a little discouraged, but he understood that it wasn't the right time or place to be affectionate.

"Well... If I'm also honest..." Yuuri said, rubbing his neck, also nervous. "I've always liked you, too..." Upon hearing that, Viktor's blue eyes lit up. "It's just that I never thought that the popular boy from college would realize that I exist..."

"And I never thought that the boy who rejected me would accept to be my boyfriend if I asked him twice. We're both wrong." He smiled and Yuuri did the same.

They kept looking at each other for several seconds until Yuuri felt something pull him.

"Yuuri! You already greeted your friend, now returns with me!" Yurio demanded, who already wanted to continue rehearsing his routine.

"Oh, Im sorry. I'm going!"

"Oh? And who is this little one? I've never seen you here before." Viktor commented reaching out to stroke Yurio's head, but when he touched it, the blond kid stepped aside and stuck out his tongue.

"I'm Yuri Plisetsky. Professional skater." He answered in a sharp tone, and the 'dark-haired Yuri' gestured with one hand to indicate to his boyfriend to just to nod.

"I see. It's a pleasure for me to meet a professional skater with such a nice name." Viktor said playfully.

"Of course it is." He threatened him with murderous eyes, but to Viktor that seemed adorable and he laughed.

"He's our new rink mate since a week. We called him Yurio." Yuuri explained as he patted the kid's head, Yurio didn't moved. "Yurio, how about if we leave the rehearsal for another day and teach Viktor how to skate?"

"Oh?! Yuuri. How you...?" Viktor wanted to find out how his boyfriend knew that he didn't know how to skate, since he still hadn't told him, but Yuuri interrupted him while trying not to sound mockingly.

"Viktor. You've come to see me train many times, but I've never seen you on the rink, which makes me suspect that you don't know how to skate."

"Oh, I see! You're very smart!" Viktor said proudly, but soon his smile faded. "But I don't know if it's a good idea..." He seemed hesitated as he played with his hair again. "I'm not very coordinate..."

"Oooh! So there are adults who don't know how to skate on ice." The blond kid said with a surprised face. "How useless."

"Doesn't matter. I'll be with you. I promise you I won't let you fall."

Hearing Yuuri say that with such confidence, Viktor blushed again and then nodded.

"Yuuri, is this guy really just your friend?" The kid asked when the silver-haired man had gone to rent skates at the reception.

"Yes, why?" He said, feeling a little guilty for lying to him.

"Mmmh. I don't know." He shrugged. "I think he likes you."

Yuuri didn't know how to answer that.

When Viktor returned, already with the skates on, he remained motionless at the edge of the rink until Yuuri glided to him and take his hands. Viktor shoved a trembling foot into the ice, and when he was sure he was not going to fall, he put the other in.

Yuuri pulling him slowly, feeling Viktor's tension. The silver-haired man was looking at the floor, as if to make sure that his knees would not bend or he would trip over something. On their side, Yurio was skating near to them, perhaps having fun to see an adult so frightened.

"Viktor." Yuuri called him with the softest voice he could, as if he were dealing with a child (a child who wasn't Yurio). "Nothing will happen. Trust me."

"I trust you, Yuuri." He replied as he alternated his gaze to the brown eyes and to the ice. "In whom I don't trust is my legs. I'm afraid to make you fall. I'm very clumsy..." He murmured, surprising Yuuri.

Viktor was considered as a kind of God Greek by all the people who knew him, although Yuuri had already realized that he had failures as anyone. What he didn't expect is that he also had complexes that made him feel insecure. Then he grabbed him tighter and smiled at him.

"It's okay. Your clumsiness is what makes you cuter."

"You... You really think that?" Viktor asked, now focusing on him.

"Of course. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't like everything about you."

"Yuuri, you..." Viktor was about to cry over his boyfriend's beautiful words, but that distraction was more than enough for one of his feet to take a bad step and almost slip. Yuuri managed to stop him in time, but Viktor ended up with his hair tangled over his face.

"Oh. We have to do something about your hair." Yuuri commented as he tried to remove the silver strands from Viktor's face, and Viktor was busier clinging to him for almost falling. "Yurio, could you please lend us your hair band?"

"Oh? Okay." The kid stopped skating and took off his band of his blond hair. "Here He can keep it. Unlike him, I don't need it to skate."

"Thank you." Yuuri laughed, but thinking that comment had been unnecessary. He stood behind Viktor and used his fingers to comb his hair back, then tied it with the band. He knew how to do that because his sister sometimes asked him to comb her hair. "Ready! You look even more handsome without all that hair getting in the way."

"Yuuri. You are very unfair..." Viktor spoke in a low voice and somewhat annoyed. "Don't say those things. It made me want to kiss you... "

"Ah..." Of course, they were still in public. Yuuri ignored the comment in order to took his hands again and continue skating.

As they skated, Viktor was gained more and more confidence, to the point that Yuuri only had to holding him one of his hands. Yurio did some jumps near them, perhaps bragging about his talent. And about twenty minutes later the blond kid had to go home, so the couple decided to stop too.

"My feet hurt..." Viktor complained as he removed his skates.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to them." Yuuri said playfully sitting next to him, also taking off his own skates.

"Oh? You mean you'll keep teaching me how to skate?" The silver-haired man inquired with some hesitation, though he liked the idea of spending time with Yuuri doing whatever he likes.

"Sure... Unless you don't want to."

"Yes, I do!" He hugged him, resting his head on his right shoulder. "Yuuri, what do we do now? I'm really tired after skating, but I want to be with you."

"Uh... I don't know. But I would like to go to my house to shower."

"Yeah ... We're both sweaty. I think I should also go home to take a bath and feed Makkachin. I meet you later?"

"It sounds like a plan." After making sure no one was looking at them, Yuuri kissed him on the cheek.

They left the rink and went first to Yuuri's house, which was closer. When they arrived, Viktor wanted to kiss him as goodbye, however, before he could do so, the door opened. It was Yuuri's mother who was taking out the trash.

"Vicchan! It's great to see you again." The woman said, since he eaten with them that afternoon. "Are you going to stay for dinner?"

"Ah. Mom, we came from skating..." The dark-haired boy wanted to explain, but his mother interrupted him.

"Oh! I understand. Then, Vicchan, why don't you use our bathroom? I'm pretty sure some of Yuuri's pajamas would fit you while I wash your clothes."

"Can I?" He looked at his boyfriend for approval, and Yuuri nodded with a shrug. The truth was that neither of them had thought of that idea.

After entering the bathroom, Viktor didn't wasted no time in taking off his clothes. Yuuri was about to scold him for not waiting for him to close the door, but something stopped him. He watched as Viktor took off his shirt, and saw his bare back.

Viktor, feeling the dark-haired boy's eyes on him, turned to him and removed the band from his hair, letting his long hair fall down his shoulders and pectorals. Yuuri tried to look away, but he had been enraptured by that vision. The silver-haired man advanced towards him, looking straight into his brown eyes and pressed a thumb on Yuuri's lips, caressing them a moment before exchanging it with his own lips. During the kiss, Yuuri wrapped Viktor's neck with his arms to deepen it the kiss, with what, Viktor took advantage of it and slide his hands under his boyfriend's clothes and to take his hips.

"Yuuri, the clothes." His mother reminded them on the other side of the door, thinking that the boys got distracted while talking.

Viktor and Yuuri separated themselves at once, breathing hard. Both, with their flushed faces, turned around and Viktor finished undressing, leaving his clothes on the sink. After hearing the curtain closed, Yuuri took the clothes and went out of the bathroom to give it to his mother.

The dark-haired boy walked as fast as he could to his room, with a shameful erection between his legs. They had begun to touch each other without thinking, like it was habitual for them. Although he knew that he shouldn't be surprised, since they relationship would come to that at some point. They were boyfriends, alter all...

Yuuri tried to calm down. But he couldn't stop thinking about the warmth of those lips and the tingling sensation that felt over his body. Unable to stand it anymore, Yuuri had to use his own hand, feeling especially embarrassed to do it while thinking of Viktor.