Yuri's public performances were living up to the late night sessions hardly anyone got a chance to see. The world deserved Yuri Katsuki's beauty.
"How long has he been here?" Yuko nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard Victor's alluring Russian accent.
"Since about ten."
Victor muttered. "That guy's stamina is beyond my comprehension."
"Well, it's your fault he's been here all night." Yuko replied pleasantly.
"How is it possibly my fault?" Victor looked only a little put off.
"You don't know?" Obviously not. Victor looked honestly confused. Yuko was about to explain, but just then, Yuri turned to them. His expression when he saw Victor beside her was all she needed to know it was time to go. "Well, Yuri," She called cheerfully, "Now that Victor's here to make sure you don't break an ankle or something, I'm going home to bed. Night!" She waved and made her exit as quickly as possible, ignoring Victor's inquisitive face.
Victor wrapped an arm around Yuri's shoulders and shepherded him off the ice. "That was good." He said. Yuri nodded, and leaned to get his water bottle, hiding the bright smile Victor's praise brought to his face. Victor knew it was there, though. "So, Yuri, what's got you skating all night instead of sleeping, hm?"
There was a long pause. When he'd first arrived, Victor wouldn't have known what to think of it, but after so many months together, he understood that Yuri was considering his words carefully, as he often did. Finally, Yuri said. "Do you really not know?"
Victor gasped in surprise. "Are you that nervous about Russia?"
Yuri shook his head. "Why did you do it?"
"Why did I do what?"
"Kiss me? In China." Oh god. Was Yuri mad about that? They hadn't really talked since. There had been so much going on and Yuri had been exhausted.
"I told you already. I wanted to surprise you." Victor smiled simply.
"That's all?" Was it? Victor had more or less done it on impulse, it's not like he'd thought it through. He'd been surprised and delighted and he wanted Yuri to feel the same way. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and he really hadn't thought too closely about it since. No. Not true. He'd thought about it plenty, but he hadn't thought about why.
" Victor shrugged. "I'm sorry if I upset you."
"It's okay. I'm just a little . . . Okay, this is really embarrassing to say at twenty three, but that was my first real kiss." Yuri curled in on himself and looked away as he said this, a painful reversion to the insecure physicality he'd been shedding over the past months.
Victor was absolutely shocked. He knew Yuri wasn't exactly putting himself out there. But once he'd found his eros it seemed so glorious that Victor never considered he might not even have done that much. "I really didn't know."
Yuri shook his head. Victor's kindness in the face of the generally pathetic state of his life up until recently mostly didn't surprise him anymore.
"Did you not like it?" Victor sounded surprisingly unsure. How could he even think something like that?
"I liked it."
"Then what's the problem?" Victor asked. "Shall I promise not to do it again?"
"It's not that there's a problem. It's just, you being here for me, with me, feels pretty normal most of the time now." Yuri still couldn't bring himself to meet Victor's eyes. "But I told you before, I've always been looking at you, ever since I first saw you skate. And you kissed me and it all started to feel just as surreal as when you first got here."
Victor's expression softened and he smiled wide. "Then I should kiss you more until you are used to it. Agreed?"
"What?" Yuri couldn't disguise his shock. "No! Don't force yourself to-"
Victor was laughing now, and Yuri might have been offended if it wasn't such a pure and beautiful sound. "Who's forcing anything?" Victor's face was suddenly very close. Yuri's heart was pounding so hard and he felt a little dizzy, like there wasn't enough air with Victor this close to him. Victor didn't do anything else for a long moment, and when Yuri couldn't take it anymore, he risked everything and leaned forward to close the gap between them with a delicate brush of lips.
"Mmm. Thank you, Yuri." Victor murmured, one gloved hand combing into the sweaty hair at the nape of Yuri's neck and the other sliding around his waist and pulling him close. "Yuri" his voice was so low and sexy, and then Victor's mouth was on his again. Yuri returned Victor's embrace, pulling him in closer and seeking out his mouth again.
Victor ran his tongue against the seam of Yuri's lips. Yuri allowed Victor to part them, and when he did he sucked on on Yuri's bottom lip before slipping his tongue in and sliding it against the roof of Yuri's mouth. Yuri felt a shivering bolt of lightning run through his body and when he gasped, Victor took the opportunity to ravage his mouth thoroughly.
Yuri clung to Victor, feeling weak kneed as they broke the kiss and gazed at each other until Victor said, a little breathless, but with his typical cheer, "There. Now I've given you a proper kiss."
"I think I finally get what all the fuss is about," Yuri said.
Victor chuckled and let Yuri go. Then he retreated towards the door of the ice rink. "That was fun! We can do it again anytime." And with that, he left.
Yuri stood there, finally feeling the chill of the rink on his sweaty skin. He supposed that answered some questions he'd had, but with Victor, there was always something new that he couldn't quite process.
Now I'm getting ahead of cannon, but only a little. I couldn't resist.. please let me know what you thought.