Pandora here with prompt 12: Christmas. In this chapter, Yuri is 26 and JJ is 30.
It's the smooth jazz of JJ's alarm that finally rouses Yuri from sleep. He opens his eyes, the soft white winter light filling the room already – they keep forgetting to hang the curtain rail – and the bed shifts as JJ reaches to hit the snooze button. When Yuri feels him settle in again, he rolls into him, their legs tangling, and tucks himself into JJ's side. JJ tilts Yuri's chin to leave a tender kiss on his lips.
"Merry Christmas, Mr Plisetsky-Leroy," grins JJ, and Yuri's heart almost somersaults. Of course, it's their first since the wedding...
"How long have you been waiting to say that?" he asks, smiling groggily.
"Years."
They pull one another into another soft kiss, which deepens as they wake up more, their movements slow and comfortable. JJ's fingers card gently through Yuri's hair, the blond strands soft and fine, and Yuri's hands drift up under JJ's pyjama shirt. Eventually, Yuri shifts their positions so he's on top of JJ, straddling his hips, their lips still locked, and JJ groans.
"We shouldn't do this right now," he murmurs. "Nikolai–"
"He always takes a walk first thing on a Saturday morning, Christmas or not," says Yuri, leaving a kiss to the corner of JJ's lips. "I heard him go out twenty minutes ago."
He reaches down to tease the waistband of JJ's trousers and JJ surrenders.
The rest of the day is decidedly less restful. JJ burns the vegetables, Nikolai stubs his toe on the coffee table trying to keep the cat from climbing the tree yet again and Viktor and Yuuri's car gets a flat on the way over. By the time they've all eaten and can finally sit down to exchange presents, it's nearly half past seven in the evening and they're all exhausted, albeit more than content.
"We're never hosting Christmas again," says Yuri sternly to JJ as he distributes gifts from under the tree.
"It's been fun though," chirps Viktor, and if his smile wasn't so infectious Yuri would roll his eyes. Instead he offers a small smile at tosses a present at him.
He hears JJ chuckle and glances over to see him looking at something he just unwrapped from Viktor and Yuuri.
"What is it?" Yuri asks, walking over on his knees and leaning against the arm of the sofa. He looks down to see a photo-frame divided into two smaller frames, both with pictures in them. On the left is a photo of himself and JJ, along with Yuuri, on the GPF podium in 2016. Yuri cringes at the expression on his own teenage face and the ridiculous pose JJ is striking, and lets his eyes wander to the other picture. Again, he sees himself and JJ, but this picture is from a few months ago: a candid from their wedding rehearsal dinner. JJ's arm is tight around his waist, Yuri's hands are on JJ's chest and they're gazing at each other in a way that Yuri might have once found embarrassing.
"Thanks guys," says JJ genially. "This is amazing!"
Yuri nods, not trusting himself to say anything around the lump in his throat.