A/N Okay, so for names, I've been having a deep and serious internal crisis (it was so serious I spent like a whole minute thinking about it), and I've decided for Yuri K., I'm going to spell his name like Yuuri and then Yuri P. like Yuri, just to make things as accurate and understandable as possible.
Also beware...there's some more...mature content in this chapter. I'm not sure if I should keep it a T after this. Hmm, it's not that explicit though. Just a little implied.
"Viktor, does this look okay?" Yuuri tugged his shirt down in an attempt to flatten out any wrinkles, which just ended up creating more wrinkles in the process. He sighed and slumped onto the bed, which made Viktor glance up from his phone and scan Yuri's outfit.
"Won't you be cold? You should wear a jacket." Viktor was already wearing two, since the sky decided today would be the best day for it to snow.
"Yeah, I was getting to that." Yuuri looked over his shoulder and pointedly directed his gaze to Viktor, "And you didn't answer my question."
"Oh!" Viktor blinked and looked him up and down again, this time in a much more scrutinizing manner, stopping back at Yuuri's face. He grinned and gave him a thumbs up, in turn making Yuuri smile back at him.
After Yuuri struggled into one of Viktor's many, possibly one of hundreds (he at one point asked Viktor how many he actually had but Viktor pretended to ignore him) trench coats, this one a navy blue, they left to go meet up with Phicit, Christophe, Yuri, and Otabek, who were all already apparently waiting at the diner, according to a text Yuuri just received. "What place are we going to exactly? I can't seem to remember." Viktor asked, threading his ungloved hands into Yuuri's gloved one. Yuuri reddened at the sudden affection and the iciness of Viktor's hand but quickly got over it as he tried to remember.
"I think it's called..." What was it? It started with...something? "Err, I can't seem to remember either." Viktor quietly hummed in dissatisfaction, not impressed by Yuuri's forgetfulness, which Yuuri found highly hypocritical. "Well it's not like you can remember either!"
"Hmm, that's true," Viktor agreed thoughtfully. "How far away is it?"
"You don't know?" Yuuri felt panic surge through him. Viktor was supposed to be the one with the directions. Which could only mean one thing...where they hell were they going?
"Oh wait, nevermind. We're here it seems." Viktor seemed satisfied and pulled Yuri in before he could get a look at the name of the diner, much to his frustration. Oh well, he'd have to check what it was before they left. He thought he might also ask Phicit or Otabek, seeing as they probably would judge him less harshly than the other two for not knowing the name of a restaurant they were already in, but when they got to the table, they found Phicit nowhere in sight.
"Oh hello Yuuri. Viktor." Chrisophe purred out the Russian's name and patted an empty seat next to him, paying no attention to the irritation radiating from Yuuri or the disgust from the other Yuri, who had just noticed the two's arrival a moment before. Otabek simply raised a brow but didn't say anything, returning his attention back to the menu in front of him. Viktor faintly smiled and took the seat across from Christophe, lending the seat next to him, which happened to be across from Yuri, to Yuuri.
"Hey weirdos! What the hell took you so damn long?" Yuri asked, slumping his arms onto the table, "That pervert hasn't stopped showing me shitty pictures all night."
"Yuri," Otabek muttered, "We've only been here about ten minutes."
"Hey you shut up! I thought you were on my side!" Yuri turned his head to glare at Otabek, who was simply staring him down. Yuuri paid them no mind, and instead took his phone out to text Phicit, wondering where he could possibly be.
"Who are you texting?" Viktor asked, suddenly, hot in his hear. He jumped and nearly dropped his phone between his legs, and felt a jolt of annoyance that Viktor almost made him drop and potentially break his phone.
"My mom." He didn't know why he said that when he was really texting Phicit. He wanted to smack himself in the face.
"Why would you have texted your mom that?" Viktor asked, voice low as he read over Yuuri's shoulder. Yuuri blushed, realizing Viktor must've read the earlier text messages he and Phicit exchanged, when they were talking about some very embarrassing things that only came with years of friendship.
"Viktor," Yuuri whined, "stop reading my messages." Instead of complying to his wishes, Viktor leaned in closer and took a finger and began scrolling up, very intently reading the conversation.
"Wow!" Viktor said, in complete astonishment, "Yuuri! I never knew you-" Yuuri slammed a hand over Viktor's mouth, which thankfully muffled his words, and gave him a look of utter horror, shaking his head fervently.
"Viktor, you weren't supposed to read that!" So focused in their own little world, Viktor and Yuuri hadn't noticed that they caught the attention of their three other dinner mates, who were all staring at them by this point.
"Huhh? What are they talking about now?" Yuri leaned back in his seat, utterly confused as to what Yuuri could be so flustered about and why Viktor looked so surprised, his eyebrows practically disappearing in his hairline.
"Yuuri, Viktor," Christophe called, which caught their attention. "What's the matter?" He had a brow raised, staring idly between them.
"Ahh it's nothing, don't worry about it!" Yuuri said unconvincingly, prompting Christophe to get up and walk behind the two to investigate. "Oh no, it's really not that big of a deal-" Yuuri regretted still having his phone on, as Christophe wedged himself between the two to take the phone. Not without some difficulty from Yuuri, he started reading the messages, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree.
"Yuuri, this is so scandalous!" He looked at Yuuri, then at Viktor, "Did you know he did this?" Viktor's eyes bright in newfound information, shook his head and glanced over at Yuuri.
"No not at all. This side of Yuuri is so new."
"It was one time!" Yuuri slumped onto the table and groaned, wishing they would focus on something else. Anything else. "I was also kind of drunk." He quietly added, glaring down at the table.
"But streaking on New Years, that's so..."
"Especially on such a busy street?"
Yuri, having only listened in partly on their conversation, choked on his drink, and looked at Yuuri with disgusted astonishment. "You went streaking on New Years!?" He feigned vomiting and warily looked away from Yuuri, "That's an image I never wanted in my head."
"Hey I didn't even bring it up. Don't get mad at me!" Yuuri said, trying to defend himself as embarrassment flushed through his body. Just as Yuuri was sure he'd die of embarrassment, a much needed distraction came in the form of Phicit.
"Hey guys, sorry for the wait!" He said, taking a seat next to Yuuri. "Traffic was terrible."
"Didn't you walk here?" Everyone simultaneously asked, leaving the text fiasco about Yuuri forgotten for the moment. Phicit laughed and opened his menu, not bothering to answer the question, already too focused on trying to figure out what he wanted to eat. Everyone gave each other a look of confusion, but didn't bother to try to get an answer out of Phicit, all knowing how once he's focused, it'd be nearly impossible to draw his attention away.
Yuuri, now with his phone safely in his pocket, felt anger bubbling inside of him for his privacy being so violated. He did not intend for anyone to read his conversation and find out he went streaking on the previous New Year, so he decided the only way to rectify this would be to get revenge.
"What are you ordering?" Christophe asked to no one specifically, now back at his seat across the table.
"I'm not sure, probably..." Viktor paused when he felt a hand on his knee, and looked over suspiciously at Yuuri, "...soup." He caught Yuuri's eye, a hint of amusement twinkling in his own, and Yuuri just looked at him innocently, retreating back to flip a menu page with his now one free hand, feeling his own evil intent growing, deciding if Viktor was going to mess with him, he was going to mess with him right back.
"Soup? That's such a damn old person's order." Yuri grumbled, his menu already closed.
"You always enjoy insulting me. I'm not even thirty." Viktor looked far more amused now, which just further pissed off Yuri, who was in an unusually ornery mood tonight.
"Yeah? Well you're hair's already gray, old man. You look like you're on your way to the grave." Yuri said with a smug smirk, earning a sigh from Otabek, who was just trying to enjoy a peaceful meal. Yuri gave the boy next to him a confused look, "What? He does."
Viktor ignored them as he felt Yuuri's fingers dance up his thigh like a feather, until he reached the hem of his pants. "Viktor." Viktor shot his head up, not realizing until now Christophe had been calling his name.
"What?"
"The waitress is taking out orders?" Viktor blinked and looked up, noticing a young waitress was staring at him with a smile, patiently waiting for him to tell her his order.
"Oh! I uh," He tried to maintain his composure, as Yuuri dipped his fingers just underneath the hem of his pants, "will have the soup." He forced a smile, which came out more like a grimace.
"Um, sir, what kind of soup?" The waitress had her hand hovering just barely above her notepad, looking at him expectantly. He noticed Christophe and Yuri were even looking at him curiously and he gulped.
"What would you recommend?" His voice raised an octave higher as Yuuri's hand decided to take a dive, his voice reminiscent of when he was a cumbersome twelve year old boy, just barely starting puberty. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice. Or if they did, no one said anything.
The waitress listed off several choices, going into extensive detail over which soup she thought was the best, which Viktor found unnecessary and simply chose the second option before she listed off anything else, barely able to pay attention to what she was saying. As soon as she left, Viktor turned his head to Yuuri, who was smiling at him, like he was doing nothing wrong. He leaned in to Yuuri's ear and whispered, "What are you trying to do?"
Viktor felt his face flush when Yuuri lightly ran his fingers over Viktors boxers, feeling blood rush somewhere that he thought should not be bothered with while they were out eating soup. "I'm getting revenge on you, for reading my texts." Viktor spluttered as Yuuri did something decidedly evil: i.e., pulling his hand out and trailing his fingers along Viktor's thighs, only making his growing situation worse.
Noticing how tense Viktor was, Otabek of all people asked if he was okay. "Oh, I'm fine!" Viktor said, trying to laugh it off. "Just hungry is all." He started digging in to the appetizers they ordered, eating many breaded foods and cheesy items, in an attempt to come off unaffected, which only seemed to raise suspicion in the others, as normally Viktor ate very gracefully. During all this, Yuuri was somehow maintaining a conversation with Phicit.
"Oh have you seen her new dog!?" Phicit asked excitedly, handing his phone to Yuuri's one free hand. Viktor peered over at the new dog, always happy to see one of any kind, but couldn't even pay attention to that when Yuuri started silently unzipping his jeans. Viktor gasped and squirmed against Yuuri, shrieking:
"Yuuri!" He didn't know what else to say and felt his face burn, never having been caught so off guard before.
"Yes Viktor?" Yuuri asked, still acting as innocent as ever, much to Viktor's annoyance, when he was being the literal opposite. "Is there something wrong?"
"You know exactly what's wrong!" Viktor was holding onto his utensils tightly to control his current turmoil as their meals were set in front of them, causing the waitress to ask, concerned as possible:
"Is anything the matter sir?"
Viktor slowly looked at the waitress instantly realizing he was causing a little bit of a scene, and quickly shook his head. He laughed a little nervously and dropped his hands into his lap, taking Yuuri's bothersome hand into his own ones, "Nothing's the matter, thank you."
The waitress left and Phicit's attention was now at Yuri who was telling some story, laughing away, so Viktor took the opportunity to whisper into Yuuri's ear, "You're getting payback once we get home." Yuuri froze in his seat, and met Viktor's gaze, which had a distinctly mischievous gleam in them. He figured maybe he should stop messing with Viktor for now, and focus on his food, now fearing a little for his life (but not really, as he knew Viktor would never hurt him).
"What do you mean by payback?" Yuuri quietly asked, taking the first bite of his meal, "Me doing that to you was my form of payback for you reading my texts. I was trying to make the embarrassment even."
"Hmm, maybe you're right." Viktor said, trying to discreetly as possible, zip his jeans back up. "Oh well, you caught me off guard this one time." He sighed and softly smiled over at Yuuri, "But you'll need to be careful next time Yuuri, I'm not always so forgiving."
Yuuri shivered a little, totally due to the cold outside, and one hundred percent not due to Viktor, and handed Phicit his phone back. Well, at least he got his revenge.
A/N
Ahh okay so let me know what you think? I really value all of your input, and what you agree with or think I can do better on! I'm always looking to improve! I apologize, I know my writing could be a lot better, but I hope with this fic and my current and future studies in English (I'm only in 12th grade lit right now, so blame that? Or my laziness maybe...) but I hope you stick with this story!
Again thank you so so much, and I hope you're having an incredible holiday season right now :) And if, for whatever reason, you're not, then know you have a safe space here in this fandom, and if you want to talk someone, I'm always here to listen if you need that. Love you all, and I hope you know you're amazing!