It took it to Viktor a moment to understand what was happening. Yuuri, his beloved boyfriend, not only had told him a day earlier that he loved him, but also, when they arrived at his house to eat together (that was becoming a custom), he found that Yuuri's parents were waiting for them with open arms... literally.
"Oh, Vicchan, I'm so glad that you and my baby are dating!" Hiroko said as she gave him a big and affectionate hug. After her, Toshiya did the same. "It's so good to have you in the family!" The woman continued as she grabbed his arm. "Come here! Food is ready! I prepared pork cutlet bowl to celebrate this moment. It's Yuuri's favorite dish, but I hope you like it too."
"I didn't think I would have another son in the family." Toshiya commented jokingly as he gave to the silver-haired man a slaps on the back in an accomplice manner.
Viktor, still a little puzzled, turned to his boyfriend only to find that Yuuri was just as surprised as he was by the effusiveness of his parents. However, the dark-haired boy just laughed and followed them to the dining room. When Viktor sat down in the chair he normally sit, next to Yuuri, Mari greeted him smiling, though without making so much scandal like her parents. Viktor already knew he had her approval.
The thing that was still a surprise it was the casual way Hiroko and Toshiya welcomed him into their family. They even celebrated it and asked him for a family photo with them.
He knew that Yuuri's parents were kind people. However, his own parents were also kind... but that didn't stop them of rejecting him, while his boyfriend's parents... He wanted to cry, but not for sadness. He only managed to contain the tears when Yuuri took his hand under the table after to notice him so quiet. Then Viktor smiled.
"Yuuri, thank you." He said when they were alone in Yuuri's room. The dark-haired boy was preparing his backpack with a change of clothes, his toothbrush and other things he would need for when he stays at Viktor's apartment that night.
"Uh? Why?" Yuuri looked at him confused for a moment before continuing to search for socks in the drawers.
"For telling your parents about our relationship." He smiled, got up from the bed and hugged Yuuri from behind, planting a playful kiss on his neck. "It means that I managed to makes you falls in love with me and that I won! Now you are my boyfriend officially. In a few years we will get married and adopt so many babies! And we'll be together forever, until we're old and wrinkled, and die together as an old people."
"Viktor, that's very... melodramatic." He said, narrowed his eyes, but still he laughed. "But yes. You won. Now I'm all yours." He turned around and kissed him on the lips. Viktor, pleased, grabbed his waist to bring their bodies closer and rub against each other, but then he stopped, realizing that it wasn't the right place to do it. He released Yuuri and let him continue to prepare his backpack.
As Viktor watched Yuuri slide across the ice rink, he remembered the first time his blue eyes had fixed on him. It had been... almost four months ago. His classmates had forced him to go with them on a cultural festival, or something like that, which was free entry, so he had no problem accepting their invitation.
However, seeing the insipid routines of the skaters wasn't very entertaining, at least not for him, since the girls from his class were excited and had fun. It wasn't that the skaters were bad, it was just that Viktor didn't feel very well that day. In fact, he hadn't felt well for a long time. He thought that going out with those girls would distracted him for a while, but it was a vain attempt. The only thing he could think about was that he wanted to go home and be with the puppy poodle he had found several days ago on the street. The puppy made him forget about loneliness and it was the best company he had ever had.
He was even thinking about an excuse to give to his classmates so they could let him go when a boy with black hair and brown eyes appeared. He was wearing a white leotard with silver motifs. He immediately perked Viktor's attention back to the rink. According to someone on the speaker, his name was Yuuri.
The movement of his arms traveling through the air, the movement of his legs and hips while sliding on the ice, everything in him screamed passion, security and somewhat sensuality, so much that Viktor looked at the entire routine almost without blinking at the time he felt his cheeks burning and his heart jumped crazy. Even though he was aware that he liked men, he had never felt that way about one in particular.
However, Viktor didn't have the courage to approach him and talked to him, thinking that what had caused him that feeling was more due to his magnificent interpretation; an illusion created by a spontaneous nymph that danced for him only to brighten his day. Although Viktor changed his mind a few days later, when he recognized the dark-haired skater as one of the students who attended the same university as him.
At first he wasn't sure if he was the same person, since he wore glasses and his hair without combing, in addition, his attitude was quieter and not so graceful... However, Viktor's heart throbbed in the same way every time he see him.
Viktor decided to observe him for a while until he was sure it was the same person. It didn't take him long to learn that the boy's name was Yuuri, the same as the skater's... He knew that he had to talk to Yuuri and let him know about his feelings towards him... The only regret Viktor had, it was that he had been so slow to do so.
But now everything was fine between them; they were together and very much in love. Not to mention the fact that they already had the blessing of at least one of their families.
Viktor was looking with amusement how his boyfriend was having trouble understanding his new routine while little Yurio was laughing at his mistakes and Phichit was trying to remind him the sequence of the steps by screaming.
Yuuri knew that Viktor was watching him. The silver-haired man had taken the day off from work to be together with him for the rest of the day. He could feel his insistent blue eyes on him and imagine his honeyed smile, which only made him more nervous. It wasn't so much the fact that Viktor looking at him with such devotion made him nervous, but that it was hard for Yuuri to remember the steps of his new routine since he wasn't very... comfortable with it.
Instructor Yuuko had assigned it to him with the excuse that each day Yuuri looked more 'flirtatious' and smiling, and that the interpretation of the routine would be enriched by it. At first Yuuri had no objection to accepting it, not until he heard the explanation and the melody. It was Eros, carnal love, when lovers play an exasperating game until their bodies finally merge into one; the opposite of Agape.
Yuuri was dying of embarrassment just thinking about what he would have to do in front of many spectators, even worse, he wasn't sure what kind of emotions he was supposed to show, since he and Viktor still didn't... It was a great relief when the class ended and he could stop rehearsing.
"Viktor, are you sure you don't want to skate today?" He asked in a slightly mocking tone as he removed his skates, sitting on one of the benches. The silver-haired man answered with a frown and feigned annoyance.
"No! Last week I fell asleep because I was so tired! I don't want that happen again. I want to be awake for you." He said, and took Yuuri's shoulders with the intention on pulled him and kissing his lips, but he gave up on that idea when he noticed that, from the rink, there were two pairs of furtive eyes looking at them, green eyes who belonged to the blond kid, whose head barely jutted out from the fence, and grey eyes who belonged to Yuuri's best friend; both watching them expectantly. "Oh? Yes?" He inquired nervously. Normally, he didn't care if people saw them, but with Yurio, who was still a child, he felt like he should restrain his owns actions.
"Ah? Why did you stop? I want to see how two men kiss each other." Yurio said with genuine innocence, unlike Phichit, who rather expected the kiss so he can fanboyism about it.
"Yu-Yurio!" Yuuri shouted with his face completely red, unable to believe what the kid had said. "We don't... Eh ..." He wanted to insist that 'they weren't boyfriends', but it was no use hiding that from him, since even his grandfather knew it. "Not in public..." He resolved to said, and Viktor hugged him to help him hide his embarrassed face while laughing.
"Awww..." Yurio and Phichit complained in unison.
Yuuri said goodbye to his rink mates and went to Viktor's house. While they were walking, they talked about what they had done in school and other issues that derived from that, although the dark-haired boy thought for a moment that it would be nice to be able to hold hands with his boyfriend, as he had seen in a movie recently. But he restrained himself to do it. The street was infested with people. However, when they turned onto an almost empty street, Viktor took his right hand with the excuse that he was about to fall. Yuuri laughed and nodded, and didn't let it go.
When they arrived at their destination, Viktor and Yuri were greeted by a very happy Makkachin, who jumped on his owner to lick his face and then greeted the dark-haired boy in the same way. Viktor told Yuuri where the shower was and that he would go to collect his clothes after he fed his pet.
As soon as the water fell, Yuuri searched for the soap. Without his glasses he couldn't make out the cosmetics in the shower, although he could smell the shampoo Viktor used, until his hands felt something that almost slipped from his fingers. It was the soap. Yuuri blushed a moment after remembering what he and Viktor were about to do a week ago, when they were in Yuuri's house shower. In a way, he was grateful that his mother interrupted them before they got further. It would have been very shameful if his family caught them right there.
When Yuuri was using the soap, he heard the door opened. He knew that Viktor would go to get his clothes to wash them. But it seemed a little strange that the silver-haired man didn't make any comment while he was picked them. Yuuri didn't though much about it, not until the shower curtain opened and he felt hands rest on his hips.
By instinct, Yuuri turned to see his captor as he dropped the soap, and then Viktor's lips caught his. Yuuri was startled, but he didn't resist. In fact, he wrapped Viktor's waist with his arms and made him enter the shower. He had noticed that Viktor was naked because of the hot touch between their skins and because of… the bulge, which wasn't his, that hit against his belly.
"Yuuri." Viktor pronounced his name with a sugary tone of voice, more sugary than usual, as if he was savoring each letter. "How about we continue with what we were doing on your house?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer and attacked Yuuri's lips again, forcing them to open up with his tongue to invade his boyfriend's mouth.
The dark-haired boy suddenly felt more sensitive, being able to notice how the temperature of their bodies began to rise, and it wasn't precisely because of the warm water that fell on them. His cheeks burned, and his crotch throbbed with the touch of the other. Viktor's hands started down his hips, and Yuuri jumped a little when they touched his cock.
"Viktor..." He sighed, leaning his forehead on Viktor's collarbone, clinging to his lover with more force with each rubbing. Yuuri had a moment of lucidity and realized that it wasn't fair to stay without doing anything; so he slid one of his hands down his boyfriend's back while stroking his long, wet silver hair, and with the other, he using it to did the same for Viktor, shivering with joy as he heard over his ears Viktor's timid moans.
Yuuri would have liked to have his glasses on so he could see what kind of expression Viktor's face had at that moment, but still he ended up closing his eyes due to the pleasure they both gave to each other.
"Yuuri... So good..." Viktor moaned. Then he paused for a moment, but only to join their hips and made Yuuri's hands to take both erections at once, covering them later with his own hands so Viktor would be the one that marked the beat of the caresses.
Feeling weak with pleasure, Yuuri had to lean against the wall of the shower when Viktor accelerated the pace, causing both to climax almost at the same time, with their agitated breaths mixing in a passionate kiss. They continued to hold each other for a while, letting the water wipe the sweat from their bodies, sometimes also planting kisses on each other shoulders and necks as signs of affection.
And Yuuri thought that he finally understood a little better what Eros meant.
Without saying anything, Viktor picked up the soap and they began to clean each other. Yuuri took special care when helping Viktor to apply the shampoo, because the steam seriously made his vision more difficult.
When they left the shower, they still didn't spoke. Not because they were overcome with embarrassment like the last time, it was rather that they didn't find the exact words to describe how good they had felt together, they only gave to each other glances that said everything.
They went to the living room and sat in the couch and watch TV. And like the last time, Viktor sat on the floor to give Yuuri access to his silver threads. The dark-haired boy used a dry towel to stroke his hair from the root and continue throughout its length. After noticing them, Makkachin ran to his owner and lay down on his legs.
"Viktor... Have you ever considered cutting your hair?" Yuuri asked suddenly, without really thinking about it.
"Eh?!" Viktor exclaimed, sounding really surprised by that question, and looked at his boyfriend with the eyes of a scolded puppy. "Don't you like my hair?"
"N-no! I mean, yes!" He laughed nervously, not knowing that it was such a delicate subject. "I... I was just wondering if it's not a lot of work to care of it... Besides, I'm curious to see how you'd look with short hair."
"Oh, well... I let it grow since I was a kid. People often tell me they like how I look. But if you want me to cut it... "
"No. It was just a comment." Yuuri leaned over and kissed his head. "I don't care how you look. I like you the way you are."
"But... would you like more with short hair, right?" He inquired playfully, bringing their noses closer.
"Just forget it." He laughed and kissed him. Then he continued drying his hair, although he had to stop for a moment when Viktor's cellphone started ringing and Viktor went to look for it in his room.
When the silver-haired man returned, still phone in hand, he was covering it with the other to avoid that sounds came in. His blue eyes seemed distant, and his face looked paler than usual, so much so that Yuuri worried, and immediately got up from the couch to walk to him.
"Viktor, what's wrong?"
"Ah... My parents... They... They say they want to see me..."
