I'm so sorry! I actually thought I had already finished translated my fic months ago! I just noticed it that I didn't :Du
Yuuri alternated his nervous eyes between the rink, the audience and the screen of his cell phone.
Some of his rink mates were still warming on the ice, and among them Yurio, who at times paused against the protection fence to talk animatedly with his grandfather and his friend Otabek. It was the first time that the blond kid would play a show in front of an audience and he seemed excited.
"Yuuri, are you okay?" He heard Phichit's voice behind him, and when he turned around, he could see that Phichit was looking at him with concern. His friend had already changed into his red outfit with golden motifs. "You are very pale."
"... Phichit. You know I'm dying...I'm so nervous." Yuuri answered as he opened and closed the zipper of his jacket, that kept him from biting his nails. "Also... I'm not sure, but ... I think there are some girls from our university among the public."
"Oh, of course there are! You're Viktor's boyfriend. Did you expected anyone to harass you? Surely they are waiting for you to fail a jump to upload it on the networks." He laughed.
"Thanks for the support, Phichit. Can I let the earth swallow me now?" He said, holding his hands to his face.
"Oh. Come on, Yuuri. I already told you, you'll do great! Everyone will love you, you'll see!" He hugged his friend pat him on the back. "Go change now. The show will start in a few minutes."
Yuuri sighed and returned the hug, then went to the locker room to put on his exhibition outfit, looking at his cell phone during the trip in case his boyfriend answered.
Upon entering the locker room, it didn't seem strange to Yuuri that the place was empty, as several of his rink mate had already changed or others were still on the rink warming up. He looked for his backpack and from it he took out a black suit, which had a kind of half skirt at the waist and glued crystals of imitation jewelry.
He extended the suit, and trembled. He couldn't believe that Yuko insisted that he should use it!
It was supposed to be designed based on his program to highlight his physical attributes and extol his sensuality, but at those moments, Yuuri didn't feel that way. His head hurt, and even a couple of times he thought he was about to vomit. However, there was no turning back.
He took off his jacket, and when he was about to take off his shirt, he heard the door swing so hard that the knob hit the wall, which made him startled and looked at Yurio with concern.
"Is something wrong?" He walked to him after realizing that the kid wasn't moving, with his hands inside his pockets and his green eyes looking at the floor.
"Yuu-Yuuri... I'm scared." He mumbled, and then several drops of water ran down his cheeks. "Wha-What if I do it wrong? What if I slip and everyone laughs at me?! "
Yuuri's heart contracted when he saw him cry. Then he got on his knees and put his arms around him, realizing that, despite his confident attitude, Yurio was still a child.
"Yurio, you'll be fine." He said as he caressed his arms. "It's normal to feel nervous in your first exhibition. However, you are a great skater and you have practiced that routine for weeks. You have nothing to worry about."
"Really…?" He got rid of the hug; but to dry his face with his own sleeves. "And why are you nervous then? You are also a great skater..." He said in a low voice, shyly, but loud enough for the dark-haired boy to hear him.
That question took him by surprise. How bad he was looking? It was that obvious? Could it be that seeing him so nervous made Yurio nervous as well? It made sense, since he knows he was Yurio's role model.
"Yurio. I..." Yuuri took a breath through his nose until his lungs filled and then released it from his mouth. Then he smiled more calmly. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I get really nervous, but so just a moment." He said, since it wasn't a lie at all. Thinking about being in front of an audience made him uneasy, but after entering the rink he felt better, as if all his worries disappeared by magic. "We will be fine. Trust me because I trust you." He put a hand on the boy's head and Yurio nodded more animatedly. "Come here, I'll help you comb your hair."
Yurio put on his outfit to play Agape, which was quite similar to the one Yuuri used months ago for that same routine. Yuuri took a comb and passed it through his golden hair, taking great care not to pull it because it had become entangled during the warm-up.
"Yurio, you look like an angel!" He couldn't help but exclaim as he took out his cell phone to take a picture, just like a Mom excited in his son's recital.
"He-hey! Of course not!" Yurio exclaimed, blushing, hitting the ground with one foot to protest. He finished putting on the skates and walked to the door. "Don't even think about uploading it to the Internet or I'll kill you!" He shouted closing the door and Yuuri laughed, glad that the blond kind was back to normal.
Before store his cell phone on his backpack to start changing his clothes, he heard a whistle and saw on the screen that Viktor was asking him where he was, so he knew that he had already arrived with his parents. He quickly replied that he was in the locker room.
Yuuri had already put his legs and arms inside the outfit, the problem was that the zipper was in the back and even if he stretched his arms he couldn't reach it. Maybe he should called Phichit...
"Wow! Yuuri, are you trying to seduce me so early?" He heard Viktor's playful voice and then turned to the door, his face extremely red when he realized that his boyfriend was looking at his naked back.
Though it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before...
"Vi-Viktor!" He grabbed his jacket from the bench to cover himself. He really was embarrassed to wear that outfit. "W-what are you doing here?"
"Yuuri! Let me see you!" He complained. He took off the jacket, left it on the bench, and then rested his hands on Yuuri's hips, bringing their foreheads closer. "Phichit told me you were a little nervous..."
"Uhm... Yes, a little." He admitted with shame, circling Viktor's neck with his arms and hiding his face on his neck. He didn't want the silver-haired man to see him that way, but holding him in his arms made him felt considerably better.
"It's okay, Yuuri. I already told you that my parents are glad to meet you, I swear it to you." He lifted Yuuri's face with one hand, but Yuuri kept looking at the floor. "It's just that they don't know how to deal with this. They were educated in another way back in Russia. But I know they are trying to understand us." He slid a hand down his naked back, and Yuuri shivered as he felt the warmth contrasting with the cold of the atmosphere.
"Yes, you're right..." He snorted and closed his eyes. "I'm an idiot. I worry too much."
"Hey, don't insult my boyfriend!" He laughed.
"Can't I insult myself?" He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
"Not in my presence." Then he brought his lips together for a quick kiss. "Yuuri, I know you can do it. But no matter what happens, it doesn't matter if you fail miserably, I will continue to love you anyway."
"...You and Phichit do know how to cheer me up, uh." Yuuri commented sarcastically, but laughed. Still not separating, Viktor removed his hand from his back and zipped it up the outfit.
"You look so sexy. The suit highlights your waist." Viktor said while stroking his waist and the dark-haired boy continued laughing.
"E-enough! You tickle me!" He took Viktor's cheeks and kissed him again, making stop the tickling. Then he looked into his blue eyes with deep affection. "I love you."
"I love you too." He smiled. And they continued to hold each other, their foreheads resting on each other. They were so lost in their own world that they didn't hear the door opened, and it wasn't until they heard a flash and a giggle that they turned around.
"My parents will love this picture." Mari said laughing, and Yuuri flushed.
"What a good idea! Also show it to my parents, please." Viktor asked and his sister-in-law responding by making a 'v' with her fingers.
"Mari, what are you doing here?" Yuuri separated from his boyfriend and sat down to take his skates.
"You looked worried and I came to see if you wanted to talk, but I see that my brother-in-law beat me." She winked. "And ugh, Yuuri. You were right. Viktor's parents seem strict. It's scary. No offense." Viktor made a nonchalant gesture with one hand. "They are with dad and mom. So far, things seem to be going well. Mom doesn't stop telling them how happy she is that you two are dating."
"Ugh, mom..." He said embarrassed, but he was grateful that his parents supported him in that way, because he knew that they did it out of love and not just for trying to be good parents.
"By the way, you look good. I didn't know you wanted to be a dominatrix." Mari said mockingly, and Yuuri gave her a look of contempt as a mock.
They continued talking about Viktor's parents, but soon Yuuri's missing rink mates also went in to change their clothes, so Mari and Viktor had to return to the audience, but not before Viktor give one last kiss to wishing good luck to his boyfriend.
Yuuri then combed his hair back and tied his skates.
As the routines passed by, Yuuri couldn't help but felt increasingly anxious again. The positive part is that he didn't felt as nervous as before, and in turn, his hope grew that everything would be turn out well, since from where he was he could see his parents talking cheerfully with Viktor's parents. Even Yurio's grandfather and Otabek had come to talk to them.
Although he could also see how his classmates, always so inopportune, tried to steal Viktor's attention, despite the fact that he rejected them in the nicest way possible.
"Do you want me to get rid of them?" Phichit asked softly, pretending to carry a gun.
"Yes. But don't left evidence." He answered and they both laughed. Then he looked at the blond kid, who had been strangely quiet since they left the locker room. "Yurio, are you still nervous?"
"No. I'm just thinking " He nodded, and smiled. But his face quickly changed to an annoying one. "By the way, why did Viktor cut his hair? Tell him to return to me my hair band!"
Yuuri and Phichit continued laughing, but stopped when they realized that it was Phichit's turn. Phichit lifted a thumb towards his friends and then entered the rink.
His routine was quite animated and the audience sang it music with applause. When it was over, it was Yurio's turn, after which Yuuri would follow to close the event. Being that Agape and Eros were 'sister routines' they should be exposed one after the other.
Yurio slid across the ice until he reached the center of the rink. He sighed and took the initial position, waiting for the music to play. An angelic melody filled the rink and then he began to move.
As Yuuri expected, everything was perfect. Yurio made each movement in a delicate and innocent way, just as he had taught him, but the kid added the jumps that Yuko told him not to do, still nailed them and his interpretation left the audience in awe and murmured that Yurio looked like a cherub.
"Yurio, that was beautiful!" Yuuri hugged him and the boy hugged back. "I told you that you could do it."
"If I could do it, you can do it too..." Yurio replied with blushing face, and Yuuri smiled.
Yuuri took off his jacket and asked Phichit to hold his glasses, then entered the rink.
For the first time in his life, Yuuri was grateful that his vision was a disaster, so he could avoid increasing the tension he already felt ust imagining the annoying faces of his fellow students and the inquisitive look that the Nikiforov surely directed at him.
When he reached the center of the rink, he sighed to try to breathe and relax his muscles. Everything was silent, though for some reason, flirting whistles were heard from different parts of the audience. They weren't for him... were they?
Ugh, how shameful! He thought.
Yuuri closed his eyes for a moment and adjusted his breathing. He knew he had nothing to fear. Eros was a routine that talked about love, and around him were the people he loved most in the world. His parents, his sister, Phichit, Yurio; but the routine was entirely dedicated to Viktor.
The chords of a flamenco guitar reached his ears and he began to move his arms suggestively, throwing a kiss to where (he thought) Viktor was, who opened his eyes in surprise and blushed. The audience whistled again.
Yuuri continued the routine trying to leave his mind almost blank, only worrying about remembering every detail of his lover. The softness of his hair, his blue eyes so enigmatic but expressive; his radiant smile, his thin lips on his own; the warm of his hands, the same ones with which he had run his skin in a gentle but possessive way; his smell; how to exhale his very air only left Yuuri with more desire of him, that Viktor was only his forever and no one else's.
He was so focused that he didn't even noticed that his body had completely relaxed, nailing every jump and rotating at the right speed, and his lips formed a confident smile.
It was the applause and whistles from the audience that got him out of the trance.
Yuuri, breathing hard, bowed and headed for the exit, where Viktor was already waiting for him with bright eyes, flushed cheeks and outstretched arms. The dark-haired boy skated toward him in a hurry.
Without paying attention to what was happening around them, the first thing they did was to put their lips together and hugged each other. Viktor rested his head on his shoulder, and Yuuri on his neck. They didn't really want to let go, but they had to do it when Phichit and his fellow skater came over to congratulate him for his sensual execution.
Yuuri was even surprised when some girls from his university came over to congratulate him too, and among all the shouting, he could barely make out that he was being told...
"You are very sexy!"
"Now I understand why Vitya likes you!"
"Call me!"
"I want your babies!" Ok. Yuuri was pretty sure that last voice was from a man.
Before finishing the exhibition, Yuko called the skaters to the rink for a final ovation. Then they returned to the locker room.
"Yuuri, that was great!" Phichit said. "Please, tell me you were thinking of Viktor while throwing those sexy looks!"
"Ah...I..." The dark-haired boy bent his head to hide his blushing face. "Oh, Phichit, what will my parents say?! What will Viktor's parents say?! Why Yuko made me wear that outifit! I feel so embarrassed! I'm going to die!"
"What are you talking about ?!" He laughed. "Everyone loved it. I know you didn't notice, but many people in the audience took you video and photographs. Surely they'll use them tonight for personal purposes." He winked and Yuuri slapped him on the shoulder.
"Otabek, how did I do it?" Yurio asked with a big smile to his friend as he finished tying his shoes.
"You were good. I li-liked it." He replied blushing.
"Great! Because I was thinking about you while I was skating." He said with his cheeks also painting in red.
"Re-really?!"
"Of course! Agape is a routine in which I have to think about my loved ones. And you are my best friend!" The children hugged, and Yuuri and Phichit felt their heart melted to see so much tenderness scene.
"Yuuri, do you think Otabek and Yurio...?"
"Phichit, no ..." He admonished him before he can finishing the sentence. "They are children. Leave them alone."
"Fine. My mistake." He laughed.
When Yuuri left to the corridors, he found that his family and the Nikiforov were already waiting for him. His mother and father took turns to hug him so hard to the point of leaving him without air while they told him how wonderful his performance had been.
"You should have seen Vicchan's face. He was as red as a tomato. I thought he was going to faint." Toshiya joked, slapping Viktor's back.
"Oh, Mr. Toshiya, please don't embarrass me like this in front of my boyfriend." Viktor followed the joke.
"We should celebrate your performance with pork bowls! What do you think, Yuuri?" Hiroko said clasping her hands in a prayer, but Yuuri nodded many times, obviously pleased by the idea and at the same time relieved that his parents liked his routine. "And... it would be lovely if you could accompany us." The woman added looking at Viktor's parents, who looked at each other for a moment.
Viktor's mother nodded with a slight smile.
