Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
Yurio spending the weekends with them was natural. Once he had walked them home, then a big snowstorm came and he was not capable of going home, so he stayed until Monday morning. Since then, he being there from Friday to Monday was normal.
They were sitting on the sofa with the young Russian lying in their laps. Yuuri petted his hair, while Victor massaged his feet. He had a competition in two weeks, so Yakov trained him extra hard in the past few months. Both Yuuri and Victor were concerned about his wellbeing, but Yakov said that he knew Yuri's barriers better than them.
"How are you feeling, Yura?" Victor asked his almost son on a gentle voice, rubbing his feet. Yuri just whined, turning his head aside in Yuuri's lap, nuzzling closer to his stroking fingers. Victor chuckled. "If you like being pampered this much, you can not feel bad after all."
Yuri only growled with his eyes closed. He reached out towards the table for one of the pockies they had in a box, but Yuuri's hand was faster. He took one out, then put it into his mouth. Yuri gave out a noise which meant he appreciated the gesture.
"You are such a good boy, Yurio! Great and hard-working. You will win that competition for sure," Yuuri whispered into his ear, making Yuri blush hard. In a few minutes they heard as Yuri's breaths became steady. Yuuri smiled up at Victor. "It seems like we would spend this night on the sofa."