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Yuuri could feel his heart pound up in his throat, his palms sweaty and his lower lip pinched between his teeth. He shuffled in place in front of the magazine booth, trying and failing to look away from the magazine cover in front of him. It had caught him off guard. When he lived in Japan, it took ages to get a hold of Victor merch, if he didn’t go to an official event Victor was attending, which had only happened once. Usually, he had to see things online before he could actually get his hands on them, bought from weird websites where there was a 50-50 chance of getting ripped off. In the US it was easier, but since they had their own figure skaters the general promotion usually involved them, which didn’t really interest Yuuri. 

Never before had it completely blindsided him like this, and not with something like this .

It made sense, he understood, that before a major event where Victor was one of the stars, that there would be promotional things. Victor was beautiful, charming and talented. Successful. Of course people wanted him to represent their brands and be on the cover of their magazines. Yuuri understood that, but he had simply not expected to be faced with a horny crisis during his morning jog the morning of  his first senior world championship. He had just needed to get out of his hotel room to get some air, try to clear the spiraling thoughts which made his chest tighten and his gut heavy. He didn’t have access to a private ice or a dance studio here, so running would have to do. 

He had made it almost all the way around the route he had set out for, when he had come to a full stop, his eyes falling on the displayed magazine cover.

Victor was staring back at him, but it wasn’t the Victor Yuuri was used to seeing. Gone was the long silver veil which had entrailed Yuuri from the first moment he had laid eyes on him. Now, his hair was cut short, a fringe falling over his left eye, leaving only one piercing blue eye staring back at him. Victor was shirtless, the plains of his chest and stomach on full display before him. It showed off muscular shoulders, toned biceps and a crafted torso. Victor was leaning his weight on his left leg, his right hip popping up. His left thumb was hooked into the hem of his pants and pushed down, showing off the deep V-cut of his hips. 

Yuuri’s mouth was desert dry. 

He shouldn’t buy it. He really really shouldn’t. 

Like a moth to a flame, he picked up a magazine and walked over to the owner of the small stall and paid, and then carefully rolled it up and put it in the front pocket of his hoodie. He kept one hand on it as he resumed his jog, his gaze locked forward but his mind on the magazine. A shiver raced down Yuuri’s spine. It wasn’t like he didn’t know he was attracted to Victor, because he was well aware. He hadn’t thought about anyone other than Victor when he touched himself, ever, and really this crush, which he swore to anyone else was simply professional admiration, could not withstand this kind of imagery.

Yuuri was extremely thankful for the private room, as he reached the hotel and made it to his floor. He only took the magazine out when he was alone, pulling the hoodie over his head and tossing it away before pulling down his pants. He placed the magazine on the bed, and then crawled on top as well, wrapping a hand around his half hard erection and stroked slowly up. A gasp fell from his lips, and he tipped his head back from the pleasure. He refused to close his eyes.

Victor with long hair had looked ethereal, like an angel or a fairy, but still sharp and strong on the ice. Victor in this photo, with his short hair and his gaze staring into Yuuri’s soul, was absolutely sinful. Yuuri let a soft moan spill from his lips as he spread his hand up, stroking faster. He imagined what it might be like, having Victor actually there, watching him. Yuuri longed to have Victor’s eyes on him, to have him see how much he could affect Yuuri with a simple look. He longed to touch too, to reach out and curl a hand around Victor's neck and kiss him, soft and filled with longing, desperate and needy. He wanted to give Victor everything he would let Yuuri. To touch him, to worship him. Yuuri had no experience, but he would do his best, try as hard as he could to give Victor the best orgasm he could. Another moan spilled from Yuuri’s lips at the thought of Victor gasping his name, and Yuuri stroked himself faster, panting breaths falling from his lips. So close, so close.

He looked at the image again, imagining Victor's teeth which were digging into his own lip digging into Yuuri’s, and then pleasure rushed over him like a wave.

“Victor,” he moaned, as he came over his hand and chest, spurts of come landing on his t-shirt, throat and chin. Yuuri curled in on himself as he stroked himself through it. He fell back into bed as he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath as the orgasm hummed through his body. 

His hand fell from himself, and then he opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. He really needed to get up and get ready. Celestino, who Yuuri had been training with for just under a year, would come to get him soon, so they could go to the Turin arena for the short program. For the first time, Yuuri would actually be competing with Victor, which was undeserved and almost unimaginable. Yuuri’s heart fluttered in his chest at the thought, his head falling to the side so he could look at the magazine cover again.

Victor had cut his long signature silver hair off between the European Championship in January and Worlds in March. He was always excellent at surprising everyone. Yuuri wondered if he was going to surprise him during the competition as well. 

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The warm up did not go as Yuuri had planned. 

Not at all. 

Not even a little bit.

They had been given the starting order when they arrived at the arena, and Yuuri had felt cold dread fill his stomach as he looked at the board and understood that he was in the same group as Victor. Out of the six in their warm up group, Victor was skating third and Yuuri last, but it still meant they would probably be in the vicinity of each other for most of the day, at least until the skate was over. 

This was not fine. 

Celestino was buzzing around, trying to keep all his skaters on their toes as they warmed up, and Yuuri tried very hard not to get too much into his own head. He also tried, and failed spectacularly, to not look at Victor. Luckily, he wasn’t the only one. Everyone’s eyes were turned to him, and his short hair. He was so handsome Yuuri could hardly stand it. This was not the time to have a gay crisis over his long time crush however, so he placed his earbuds into his ears, and tried to let the music pull him out of his head. Celestino tapped his shoulder when it was time, and did his best to boost him up with pep-talk Yuuri barely heard as they walked to the ice. Yuuri’s heart pounded unnaturally hard, as he pushed onto the cold surface, following the other’s out. 

He took Celestino’s advice and kept away from jumps. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about it, because now he worried he would fumble the first one, and then not get his bearings again during the performance. Yuuri kept his focus on the other skaters, moving through familiar steps and movements while dodging them. He glanced over at Victor, building up for a jump, and felt his breath catch as Victor soared through the air. The arena cheered for him as he landed, and Victor smiled, charming and confident. 

Yuuri saw it before Victor even had the chance.

One of the other skaters had his back turned to Victor, and Victor turned just to build speed once more, and then they collided. It all happened so fast, and Yuuri felt his heart jump up in his throat as the German skater skated into Victor, colliding hard.

Dread filled Yuuri’s body, and he moved on instinct, his skates cutting into the ice as he rushed forward. He kept a look out for the other skaters, but Victor had landed close to him, forehead to the ice as he panted. His knees were brazed on the ice, his silver fringe falling down to hide his expression. A little bit further away on the ice, Yuuri could see the German skater kneeling, looking dazed but seemingly alright.

“Victor,” Yuuri called, pushing down to kneel on the ice beside him. His heart hammered as he looked over Victor’s body, but couldn’t see anything which looked off. It had happened so fast, and he wasn’t sure where Victor had been hit or where he might be hurt. “Are you okay? Do you need a medic?” Yuuri placed his hands flat on the ice, the cold seeping through his gloves. He was ruining his warm up, he knew, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he had any chance to win anyway and Victor- Victor was too important. 

Victor’s hand came out and landed on his own, and Yuuri instinctively turned his, lacing their fingers together. Distress rose in Yuuri’s chest from the lack of answer from Victor, and he leaned down, leaning on his elbow on the ice so he could gently push Victor's hair from his face. Victor had his eyes closed, his chest heaving. Yuuri shuffled uselessly, unsure what to do. Then Victor opened his eyes, turning his head to look at Yuuri. A shock of confusion filled his gaze.

“Shouldn’t you be warming up?” he asked through clenched jaws even though his fingers squeezed Yuuri’s hand tighter. Yuuri was absolutely terrified, but he shook his head. 

“Are you okay?” he asked instead. “I saw the collision, but I didn’t see where you hit each other and- do you need the doctor?” Yuuri felt like he was rambling, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to know that Victor was okay. Victor closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before he pushed up with his other hand to sit on his knees. Yuuri followed, their hands still laced together. Victor’s forehead was red where he had pressed it to the ice, and his silver lashes fluttered against his cheeks. He turned to look at Yuuri, and then held his gaze. 

“I think I’m okay,” Victor said, and Yuuri nodded. “I think- shit that was scary.”

“Yeah,” Yuuri agreed with a laugh, and then bit down on his lower lip. He looked over his shoulder to the barrier, seeing a very angry Yakov Feltsman and a team of medics looking over at them. He looked back, and Victor was still looking at him, looking a little dazed. “You should probably- your coach looks really angry.”

“Oh,” Victor said, and then turned and looked. He hummed, and then looked back at Yuuri. “That’s just how he always looks.”

“Oh,” Yuuri said with a frown, and then Victor let out a little laugh, the sound spreading through Yuuri’s chest. 

“Lets stand,” Victor said, and Yuuri nodded. He pushed up first, and while still holding Victor’s hand he helped to pull him up. The arena clapped, and Victor smiled, waiving at the crowd. Yuuri let his hand slip from Victor’s and then skated back a little. Victor turned to him, and then pushed forward towards him.

“Vitya!” Yakov’s very angry voice boomed over the ice, and Yuuri vinced. 

“Ah, I should probably go,” Victor said, pushing away from Yuuri now. “Thank you, uhm-” his eyes were searching as he licked his lips, and Yuuri felt heat bloom over his cheeks. 

“Yuuri,” he said, and Victor smiled and nodded. “Katsuki Yuuri.”

“Yuuri,” he echoed, and Yuuri thought for a moment that maybe it had been him who had collided with someone, and was now having some type of concussion hallucination laying splayed on the ice. He pushed on and moved away from Victor as the other man moved to the side to get checked out, trying to get some warmth back into his body. The warm up time was almost over, but he managed to get one more run through of his step sequence, with still some time to spare. When there were just twenty seconds Yuuri felt determination rise in his chest, and  pushed into a double axle. It wasn’t anything profound, but the nervous energy which was drumming in his veins needed to get out, and it was the best way to do it. He landed it clean, and let out a sigh of relief as the announcer called for them to leave the ice. 

“Yuuri!” Celestion said, his brows furrowed deeply and his gaze stern as he handed over Yuuri’s skate guards. “What were you thinking? It’s not your job to help another skater.”
“Sorry coach,” Yuuri mumbled, down casting his eyes. Celestino sighed, and Yuuri knew he should focus on him, but he couldn’t help but look over to the side, as if drawn in like a magnet. Victor was sitting on a bench, looking focused as his coach screamed his ear off. 

“Get on with moving, I don’t want you getting any colder,” Celestino said, and Yuuri nodded, pushing his earbuds in once more. He started walking down the side of the barrier as the first skater of their group took his place on the ice. On his way he almost passed Victor, and he glanced over. Victor’s eyes were steel, focus completely on the ice before him. From whispers around him, Yuuri gathered that Victor had been cleared to skate, the German skater as well. He let out a sigh of relief, and started jogging. 

Yuuri didn’t see Victor skate, because Celestino kept him busy as the others skated. He did look the skate up later in his room however, his heart pounding as he followed Victor’s graceful movements on the ice. He knew this program by heart. Victor had skated it the entire season after all. Victor ended in fourth after the short, and by some miracle Yuuri had managed to scrape himself into the top twenty-five, securing a spot to perform the free skate as well. 

He hadn’t seen Victor after his own skate, and rumors said he had gone to get himself properly checked out at the hospital just to be sure. Yuuri scoured the skating forums and news sites for any news, but the former was mostly filled with gossip and some outright lies, and the news sites had nothing Yuuri didn’t already know. Quite a few mentioned him as well, and Yuuri flushed at how many were calling him cute , along with all the speculations how they might know each other. Yuuri laid down on his bed in a daze, glancing at the magazine he had bought that morning. 

Life never really turned out as he thought it would. 

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Yuuri was currently stretching, waiting to be called in for his group's six minute ice warm up. He was in eighteenth place, so he was in the second group hitting the ice. The first had just gone out when a voice, incredibly familiar, calling a very familiar word, rang past his earbuds and into his ear.

“Yuuri!” Victor Nikiforov called happily, and then slumped with his back against the wall Yuuri had his palms pressed to, looking at him with a smile. Yuuri pulled his earbuds out in a daze. “I finally found you!” 

“Victor,” Yuuri said, feeling a little breathless with having him so close. Yesterday everything had happened so fast, and Yuuri hadn’t had time to think until after he was back in his hotel room. Now he was incredibly aware of Victor’s close proximity, and the way he was smiling towards Yuuri, the blueness of his eyes and the way his hair fell over his face. He was far too handsome. Yuuri’s heart pounded. “I hope you’re feeling okay,” Yuuri managed to push out, and Victor nodded, his gaze softening.

“Yes, thank you so much for yesterday,” he said, licking his lips as he frowned. “I don’t think I would have gotten up so fast if you hadn't come to my side like a knight in shining armour or something.”

Yuuri felt heat crawl up his neck and his cheeks, and he shook his head, switching legs to stretch out the other. “I didn’t really do anything,” Yuuri pointed out, and Victor’s frown deepened.

“You did though,” Victor said with conviction, and he was such a storm, strong and fierce. “You didn’t have to come to my side to check on me, and it really helped because I was so scared and I barely dared to breathe, but there you were talking to me and really, Yuuri. It meant so much just to be pulled out of my head because I was freaking out.”

“You skated amazingly yesterday,” Yuuri said, his voice soft. “After something like that too.”
“It wasn’t good enough,” Victor said, that sharpness back in his eyes. Yuuri wondered for a moment how it was possible to be so fierce, talented, beautiful and strong all in one person. “I’ll make it up today.” He didn’t waiver, but it wasn’t overly confident either. It was more like a surety. Yuuri felt shivers race up his spine.

“I know you will,” he agreed, and Victor turned to him and grinned. It wasn’t like any of the other smiles Yuuri had seen on him. This was wide and happy, a little lopsided. It made Yuuri's heart clench. How was this happening? 

“I looked you up last night,” Victor said, leaning into his space. Yuuri’s heart sunk in his chest. Oh no. Yuuri wasn’t good enough yet. Not nearly good enough to share the ice with Victor and not for him to notice his skating. 

“Oh,” Yuuri said, looking down at his skates as he felt dread pool in his gut. He took a stuttering breath, and Victor nudged his shoulder, startling Yuuri from his mind. 

“Where’d you go?” he asked, leaning in so close Yuuri could feel Victor’s breath on his skin. “You’re a very graceful skater,” Victor continued when Yuuri didn’t answer, and a shiver raced down Yuuri’s spine. What? “Musical in ways I could only dream to be.” 

“Victor!” Yuuri exclaimed, too loud and disbelieving. Victor laughed and shook his head, looking at Yuuri as if he was a unicorn he had found or something. Yuur’s mind was reeling. What was even going on? 

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, his smile still wide and his eyes gleaming. Yuuri frowned and shook his head determinately. Was Victor mocking him?

“No!” he said firmly. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t coddle me with empty praise, Victor.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?” he asked, looking puzzled but intrigued. Yuuri had no idea what he was talking about. “I promise Yuuri, I’m not lying.” He whispered the last part, his blue eyes gleaming as he looked into Yuuri’s.

“Yuuri,” Celestino called, and Yuuri startled, looking away from Victor to look over at his bewildered coach. “It’s time,” Celestino simply said, and Yuuri nodded, looking back at Victor who was once again smiling.

“Ah, I need to go,” Yuuri said, pushing off from the wall. Victor stayed, but nodded, keeping Yuuri’s gaze.

“Skate your best out there,” he urged, biting into his lower lip. “I’ll be watching.”

“Okay,” Yuuri answered, and then turned fully away from him, walking after Celestino towards the ice. He felt something spread through his chest from the comment, something that should be fear, anxiety and pressure. It wasn’t. Instead it was something just as powerful, even if it wasn’t always present in him on competition days.

Determination, focus, inspiration.

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Yuuri had just got out of the shower, contemplating what he was going to do about food, when a knock came from his door. Yuuri frowned, wondering if it was Celestino who needed to tell him something. He couldn’t think of anyone else who’d want to speak with him. It wasn’t like he was especially close with anyone else at the competition, and he didn’t have any family there to cheer for him.

Yuuri had placed fourteenth after the free skate, which felt like some kind of dream. Yuuri had looked up with his mouth gaping when he received his score, and while it wasn’t good enough, it was better than expected. Victor had placed first, as he deserved. Yuuri had watched him skate his heart out, performing the ever first successful quad flip in competition. It had been so overwhelming to see that it made tears spring to Yuuri’s eyes and roll down his cheeks, his breath short in his chest. He could hardly believe he actually got to see it in person. 

Victor had smiled widely as he ended the program, and a proud single tear streamed down his face as he raised his fist in the air. 

Yuuri wondered how it was possible for someone to be so graceful, strong and talented.

He also wondered, what on earth that person was doing at his hotel room door.

“Yuuri,” Victor cheered as soon as the door opened, his smile wide as he met Yuuri’s gaze. “I’m so happy I caught you! I worried you would be out.”

“No,” Yuuri said, shaking his head. “I don’t really… go out.”
“Oh, okay,” Victor said, leaning against the doorframe. “Does that mean that you’re free to have dinner with me?”

“What?” Yuuri asked, blinking rapidly. “You want to have dinner with me?” Yuuri couldn’t believe it. It didn’t sound real. Victor grinned and nodded.

“Only if you want to of course,” he said chippery. “I was thinking we could do room service? Get some greasy food and celebrate a good season ending?” Victor looked at him with hope in his eyes, as if he wasn’t sure Yuuri was going to accept, and Yuuri wondered if this was some kind of dream.

“Y-yeah,” Yuuri said, taking a step back into his room. Victor grinned, following him inside. They looked over the menu together, and ordered two pasta dishes that sounded amazing, and that definitely wasn’t on Yuuri’s diet plan. He decided that for tonight, he wouldn’t mind. They settled in on Yuuri’s bed, there wasn’t really anywhere else to sit, as they waited. Victor kicked off his shoes and sat himself cross legged, and Yuuri tried to grasp that he was actually here, wanting to spend time with Yuuri.

“Don’t you want to celebrate with some of the other skaters? You did a quad flip today Victor, you must be buzzing to go out,” Yuuri said, and Victor shook his head, even if his smile turned proud.

“Did you see it?” he asked, and Yuuri nodded, feeling goosebumps race up his arms at the memory. “I was so nervous. I hadn’t planned to do it. I was going to keep practicing it during the summer and then include it in next year's program.”
“Why didn’t you?” Yuuri asked, feeling his heart pound a little harder against his ribs. A flush spread up Victor’s cheek, something Yuuri had never seen before.

“I was inspired to push myself, to surprise someone who inspired me,” he said, and he looked up and met Yuuri’s gaze. Yuuri wondered if he was going to melt. Victor kept his eyes on him, but after a moment the intensity of his eyes cooled a little, and he smiled. “So, why don’t you go out? You should celebrate!” Victor grinned, and Yuuri shook his head. “Drink to your senior debut success!”

“No, I don’t really drink! I don’t want to become like my father.”

“Oh, he’s not violent or something, is he?” Victor said, his expression turning worried. Yuuri gasped, waving his hands before him.

“No!” he exclaimed, and saw Victor relax with a deep breath out. “He just starts dancing on tables and taking off his clothes.” 

Victor’s smile turned into a grin. “Oh, Yuuri you can’t tell me things like that, now I’m dying to see it,” he said, and Yuuri frowned. 

“You want to see my father stripping?” he asked, and Victor laughed, full and beautiful. 

“No, I want to see you silly,” Victor said, and Yuuri felt heat rush up his neck. “I’m sure it would be very sexy, with how graceful you are.”

“I am not sexy,” Yuuri pointed out, and it looked like Victor was going to argue, but there was a knock at the door which interrupted them. Victor jumped up from the bed and opened, accepting the food with a quick comment about putting the cost on his room instead. He smiled widely as he came back, one plate in each hand with rich pasta.

“Dinner is served,” Victor said, reaching Yuuri’s plate out to him. Yuuri took it, frowning as Victor sat back down on the bed with his own. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” Yuuri said, and Victor hummed in question, twirling his fork in the spaghetti. “With the bill.”

“I won today Yuuri, the least I can do is treat you to dinner,” Victor said before he put the first bite of pasta into his mouth. “Mmmh,” he moaned, and Yuuri felt blood rush to his cheeks. “Yuuri this is so good, you have to eat.”

“Alright,” Yuuri agreed, and then dug in. An answering moan fell from his lips, and Victor grinned. Yuuri did a little jiggle, before he took another bite. 

As they ate they spoke of the competition, the other skaters, the coaches and the scoring. Victor was bright and fast paced, but Yuuri found he was incredibly human too, his heart shaped smile, his snorting giggle, his wild hand gestures. Yuuri had thought he was crushing on Victor before, but now it was like a raging wildfire inside him, unstoppable.

“So, when do you leave? Do you stay till Monday or go home tomorrow?” Victor asked, as he swirled up the last of the pasta on his fork. Yuuri was already done, his plate put away on the desk a few steps away. 

“No, we’re all staying until after the gala,” he answered, sipping a glass of water.  “Celestino says it’s a good way to meet sponsors.”
“Oh, yes!” Victor agreed, standing to place his plate with Yuuri’s. He too grabbed his glass on his way back. “I’ll see about hooking you up with some good people. There’s a lot of sleazy people out there, Yuuri. You gotta keep away from them.” He looked at Yuuri sternly as he said it, and Yuuri couldn’t help give a little laugh as he nodded.
“I’ll do my best,” he promised, trying not to think about anyone being sleazy to Victor, because then he might become angry. Yuuri had a track record of chewing people out, who didn’t see Victor’s brilliance.

“What are you doing until the gala then, like tomorrow and Saturday?” Victor asked, taking a gulp of his water. 

“Studying maybe,” Yuuri mused, his gaze dropping to his luggage in the corner where he had some of his study material packed. “I got an extension on midterms, but I have to focus on that when I get back so…” He shrugged, swallowing down the last of his water. 

“I can’t believe you’re in college,” Victor said with a sigh, placing his glass on the floor before he leaned his chin in his hand, his elbow on his knee. “Talented skater, studious college student. How is a poor boy such as me supposed to resist, huh?” he asked, his voice dropping a little as his lashes fluttered against his cheekbones. Yuuri felt something warm and fluttery spread from his chest, and his cheeks colored violently red.

“What?” he exclaimed, trying to shake his head to push away the sensation. “Victor! Don’t tease!”

 “Oh I am not teasing, Yuuri,” Victor said, a smirk forming on his lips. He looked down at the comforter for a moment, and then looked up to meet Yuuri’s gaze. “You know, I’m actually kind of happy about the collision? I have this tendency to get super focused, and I don’t see people beyond my little bubble. Then I collided into Hans, and then there you were, like Prince Charming or something.”

“Victor,” Yuuri said, breathless and uncertain. What was Victor talking about? Was this really how he saw Yuuri? That wasn’t possible, was it?

“I’ve really been enjoying getting to know you Yuuri,” Victor said, and he looked earnest, the smirk gone. He looked vulnerable even, and something in Yuuri’s chest clenched in his chest from the sight of it. He wanted to reach out and caress his fingers over Victor’s cheek, see if it could soothe him. “Your skating is so pretty, and I know that you’re just starting out and you have so much potential it’s insane. And this too,” Victor said, gesturing to the both of them. “I can’t remember having this much fun off the ice in so long.”

“Victor,” Yuuri said again, because it seemed like he had lost the ability to say anything else at all. His mind was scrambling to understand what it all meant, what Victor was trying to tell him without saying it. 

“Ah, sorry, too much?” Victor said, a shallow laugh spilling from his lips as he pushed up to sit straighter. There was something flat about his expression, even though he was smiling. Yuuri hated it.  “People often say I’m too much.”
“No,” Yuuri said fiercely, so much that Victor blinked in surprise. Yuuri pushed forward, his hand coming up to lay on Victor’s knee. He stopped himself however, and let it drop to the mattress instead. “I’m really happy too. I just can’t believe you want to hang out with me like this because I’m nobody, and you’re so amazing, handsome, and fun, and kind of dorky, and I-” Yuuri was rambling, but Victor’s eyes were turning so bright and Yuuri just needed him to know .

“I did the quad flip today because of you,” Victor said, cutting Yuuri’s rambling off. Yuuri paused, his eyes growing even wider as his heart pounded in his chest so hard it hurt.

“What?” he asked, and Victor blushed. He moved his hand over to Yuuri’s, his fingers dancing over Yuuri’s skin.

“You just- you went out there, and your step sequence was breathtaking, and your spins too. It looked like you were commanding the music as you were moving. You hesitate before your jumps, and you really need to work on that salchow, but you truly inspired me today Yuuri,” he said, and Yuuri didn’t know how to even begin to grasp that.

“I looked up to you for a really long time,” he said, because it was the only thing he could think of to say. Victor, being inspired by him, when he had been inspired by Victor since he was twelve!

“Yeah? I kind of did notice the magazine,” Victor said, glancing towards the nightstand where the magazine Yuuri had bought the day before, the one with the cover of Victor on it, laid. Shit. Yuuri had completely forgotten about that. His cheeks turned violently red in a second, and when he looked back to Victor that grin back on his face. His fingers trailed up Yuuri’s wrist, creating swirling patterns there.

“Ah,” Yuuri said, his mouth dry. Victor there was something darker in Victor’s eyes now, as if he had Yuuri just where he wanted him. Yuuri’s stomach swooped. “Yeah I- for the articles,” he lied, and Victor grinned even wider. He leaned in, his hand continuing to move up Yuuri’s arm. 

“Mh,” he agreed, and Yuuri was so focused on how close he was now, he could almost feel Victor's breaths on his skin. “Speak much Italian, do you, Yuuri?”

“Ah-” Yuuri said, because he had forgotten that the whole magazine was in Italian. Had he even opened it, beyond looking up the remaining photos of Victor in it? He couldn’t remember.

“Do you like my new haircut, Yuuri?” Victor asked, his voice a low murmur now. Yuuri met his gaze, licking his lips as he tried to summon up any courage at all.

“You’re beautiful in any look,” he admitted, and Victor smiled. His hand was on his shoulder now, and Yuuri tentatively reached out, placing his other hand on Victor’s knee.

“Mh, you think so?” Victor asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. Yuuri’s gaze flickered to Victor’s lips, and then back up to his eyes.

“Yes,” he agreed, and Victor bit into his lower lip. Yuuri licked over his own.

“You’re very pretty too,” Victor said, so close now. “Can I kiss you, Yuuri?” Victor asked, and Yuuri let out a sigh, and then pushed forward to press his mouth to Victor’s. A small gasp fell from Victor’s lips, and then he cupped Yuuri’s neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Yuuri had not kissed many people before, and really the only person he had ever wanted to kiss was the one now instantly pressing his lips to Yuuri’s. Yuuri shifted to get closer, his hand traveling up Victor’s thigh as he did. Victor let out a soft moan, and Yuuri felt his stomach flip from it, squeezing his hand a little. 

Victor licked along the seam of Yuuri’s mouth, and Yuuri opened up for him, shivering from the sensation of their tongues bruising together. Yuuri felt hot all over, his clothes feeling constricting and uncomfortable, as they explored each other’s mouths. They kissed and kissed, and Yuuri lost himself in it, his hands traveling up Victor’s sides to his shoulders, his fingers slipping into his smooth hair.

Yuuri was breathing hard, feeling himself grow more and more aroused by the second. Victor’s hands were everything, moving down Yuuri’s back, squeezing his hips, tugging him closer. Yuuri followed, and shuffled forward until he was in Victor's lap, straddling his thighs. Victor moaned, and Yuuri pressed them closer together, his ass grazing over Victor’s erection as he did.

“Oh,” Yuuri gasped, his eyes wide as he pushed back in shock. Victor’s eyes blinked open, dark and full with desire. Yuuri felt a craving rush up his spine, a desperate need now that he could feel Victor’s press against him. He had been hard for a long time now, but he never thought Victor could get this affected from just kissing him too.

“Ah, yes,” Victor said, rocking his hips up just a little. Yuuri gasped, his grip on Victor's hair tightening a little as want rushed through him like a wave. “You’re very hot Yuuri.” Victor leaned down and pressed his lips to Yuuri’s throat, and Yuuri gasped and tipped his head back.

“You think so?” he asked, and Victor pressed his lips against his skin once more.

“Mh,” Victor said, his hands curled around Yuuri’s hips, as he grazed his teeth against Yuuri’s neck. “Doesn’t have to lead to anything though, if you don’t want to?”

“And if I do?” Yuuri asked, because he really really did. He had never been this aroused in his life, and it wasn’t like he was ever going to say no to Victor, who he had been pining over for years. 

“Then I would really like that,” Victor breathed, pressing another kiss to Yuuri’s throat before pulling back. He met Yuuri’s gaze, and he was so beautiful. His hair was mussed, his eyes dark and his cheeks flushed. Yuuri wanted to keep him forever, even though he knew it wasn’t possible. Perhaps, having him for the night would have to do.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Yuuri admitted in a whisper, and Victor’s smile turned sweet. His right hand came up to cup Yuuri’s cheek, pulling him down into a soft kiss. Yuuri sighed, rolling his hips down slowly on Victor’s hard cock just to feel it.  

“Mmmh, okay,” Victor gasped, and Yuuri pulled back to meet his gaze. “Tell me if you want to stop at any time, okay? Or if anything doesn’t feel good.”

“Yes,” Yuuri agreed. He licked his lips, and then pressed a sweet kiss to Victor’s lips. “You too.”

“Yeah,” Victor agreed, and then he was kissing Yuuri again, deep and consuming. Yuuri’s breath stuttered, and he rolled his hips down once again, feeling sparks of want spread though his body. Victor’s hands found their way under Yuuri’s shirt, and then pushed it slowly up. Yuuri’s skin broke out into goosebumps under the sensation, but he broke away from the kiss and raised his arms, urging Victor to tug it off. Yuuri’s mouth was on Victor’s as soon as the material had passed his face, as if he was growing addicted to Victor’s lips. Victor moaned, his hands caressing over Yuuri’s skin. 

Yuuri continued to roll his hips down on Victor’s erection, his hands trembling as he started to pull down the zipper of Victor’s team Russia jacket. It joined Yuuri’s shirt on the floor, and Victor’s t-shirt followed next, leaving both their torsos bare, pressed together.

“Victor,” Yuuri gasped, and Victor moaned, pushing hard into the kiss before he grabbed Yuuri, and twisted to lay him down into bed. Yuuri followed, his stomach full of butterflies and arousal pooling deep in his gut. Victor pushed up and looked at him, his lips kiss red and his gaze a storm.

“You’re marvelous,” Victor said, and then started kissing a trail down from Yuuri’s jaw to his sternum. “I want you so much.”

“Yes,” Yuuri gasped, feeling embarrassed by the way he was sounding but without being able to care because Victor was pressing his lips to Yuuri’s chest, which was very distracting. Victor licked over his nipple, and Yuuri gasped, arching into the touch in search for more. Victor hummed, and then licked again, his hand traveling further down Yuuri’s body. He teased the waistband of Yuuri’s pants, before his mouth moved over to Yuuri’s other nipple. Well there he moved his hand further down, and stroked teasingly over Yuuri’s clothed erection.

“Ah!” Yuuri cried out, as pleasure surged up his spine. Victor smirked against his skin, wrapping his lips around his nipple to suck, as he continued to stroke him over his pants. “Haaa, haaaa, Victor.”

“So lovely,” Victor said, his voice low and his eyes dark. Yuuri couldn’t look away from him as he kissed his way further down, his hand falling from Yuuri’s cock as he rose. Yuuri whined, and Victor laughed, happy and so pretty. “I really want to take off your pants and suck you off,” he said, and Yuuri wondered if this wasn’t a dream after all. “Can I?”

“Y-yes,” Yuuri managed to say, even though his mouth was completely dry and his sanity had run away from him. Victor smiled, and then pushed up to kiss him again, as he started pulling Yuuri’s sweatpants down. Yuuri pushed his hips up to help, and together they managed to rid him off his remaining clothes, leaving him bare. Victor straightened between his spread legs.

“Gorgeous, Yuuri,” Victor said, one hand splayed by his groin, pushing his thigh further out. He leaned down, and licked up Yuuri’s erection from root to tip. Yuuri gasped, head falling back on impulse. He felt Victor lick over his length again, and then Victor’s hand cirkled the base to hold it up. Victor licked over the head, and Yuuri’s hand gripped the comforter under him, trying to ground himself under the waves of pleasure. Victor hummed, and then he wrapped his lips around the head of Yuuri’s cock, and sucked. 

“Aaaah,” Yuuri moaned, and Victor hummed, sinking down the length of Yuuri’s cock slowly. He bobbed up, and then sunk down again. Yuuri was lost in pleasure. Never before had he experienced something like this. Victor moved his mouth up and down at an even pace, his tongue moving over the underside every now and then, making Yuuri’s gut tighten with pleasure. 

Yuuri was gasping and moaning, Victor’s name falling from his lips as if he couldn’t stop himself. He felt himself rush towards orgasm, and then he managed to open his eyes and look down, seeing Victor’s pretty lips spread around him, his gaze focused on Yuuri’s reaction. It was too much, far too much and then Yuuri was coming, his heels digging into the mattress as he came down Victor’s throat. Victor moaned, and Yuuri whined at the sensation, his cock softening in Victor’s mouth. 

He fell back into bed gasping, feeling wrung out and wound up all at once. Victor pressed a kiss to his groin, and then beside his navle, and then up his sternum, until he could kiss Yuuri lazily. Yuuri pulled him in closer, the kiss deepening as he caught his breath. He could taste himself on Victor’s tongue and it was so hot Yuuri could barely think. His hands traveled down, and then he hooked his thumbs into Victor’s pants, breaking the kiss as he slowly started pushing them down.

“Victor please,” he said, and Victor moaned, nodding as he pushed his face into the crook of Yuuri’s neck. Yuuri shuffled to push Victor’s pants and underwear down, and Victor did his best in trying to kick them off. They got tangled, and they both laughed as they tried to get the clothes off, Yuuri having to flip them over to finally be able to pull the garments from Victor’s legs. Then he had to pause, looking at Victor and his long legs and his pale skin and his very hard cock standing flushed between his legs. 

“Woah,” Yuuri said, and couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to lick over the head, almost in a hurry. Victor gasped, and Yuuri shivered, his hand wrapping around Victor’s erection so he could take it into his mouth. Victor’s cock had girth, and it spread Yuuri’s lips wide. He sank down slowly, trying to breathe through his nose as he did. Victor was moaning, one of his hands tangled in Yuuri’s hair, and Yuuri loved the feeling of his cock in his mouth, the weight of it on his tongue. 

He slid down further, and then up, starting to bob up and down to build a pace. Saliva escaped from the corners of his mouth, and he was sure he was making a mess of himself. Victor was gasping and moaning Yuuri’s name like he really liked it, and Yuuri was already growing hard again from the sound of it, trying to take Victor in deeper and deeper. He felt something constrict at the back of his throat, and he pulled up quickly, taking a deep breath through his nose before he sank down again. 

“Yuuri, Yuuri aaah,” Victor moaned, and Yuuri looked up, seeing his long silver lashes fanning out over his cheeks, his flush spilling down his chest, his laboured breaths. He was so beautiful. “I’m gonna, aaah, so good so goood.”

Yuuri moaned, and then Victor was spilling down his throat and over his tongue and Yuuri was fully hard now, because that was the hottest thing he had ever experienced. He pulled off and swallowed, looking down on Victor spread out on his hotel bed, wondering if he was dreaming.

Yuuri crawled tentatively up the length of Victor’s body, and then pressed a kiss to Victor’s cheek. Victor turned his face and kissed him properly, wrapping his arms around Yuuri to pull him closer.

“Was it okay?” Yuuri asked, and Victor laughed, nipping at his lower lip before he pulled back and met Yuuri’s gaze. 

“So good,” Victor said, and his smile was so unguarded, happy and a little soft. Yuuri leaned down and kissed it again, just because he was allowed to. He had no idea how much longer he would get to after all. Victor hummed, and then gripped Yuuri tighter and turned them over to their sides. As he did, Yuuri’s erection became squeezed between their stomachs, and Yuuri sighed at the sensation, pleasure soothing up his spine. Victor broke away from the kiss with a gasp, his gaze traveling down. Yuuri felt his cheeks flush, hiding himself in the pillow as best he could.

“Oh Yuuri,” Victor said, his voice full of wonder. Yuuri didn’t dare look at him, even as he felt Victor’s hand travel down his stomach. “Really?”

“I really liked the way you liked it,” Yuuri answered, his voice half muffled against the pillow. Victor let out a whine, and Yuuri did look up then, seeing Victor bite into his lower lip.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and then he wrapped his hand around Yuuri’s cock and started stroking slowly up. “You’ll be the death of me, darling.” 

“Ha,” Yuuri moaned, his hands gripping Victor’s sides tightly as pleasure started pooling in his gut again. “Victor you don’t- mmmh- have to.”

“I’d hate to leave you dissatisfied,” Victor said, playfulness in his voice. Yuuri met his gaze, and it was gleaming. “Do you have condoms and lube?”

“Wha- no,” Yuuri said, trying to get his mind to function under the building pleasure in his gut. It wasn’t as if he had expected this to happen. 

“I didn’t bring any either. Shame, we’ll have to pick some up tomorrow,” Victor said, pressing a kiss to Yuuri’s throat as he continued to stoke, sure long pulls which made Yuuri’s whole body tingle.

“Ah, tomorrow?” Yuuri asked, trying to get his mind to work but it was really, really hard with how Victor was touching him like that and the feeling of his bare body against Yuuri’s. 

“Mh,” Victor said, sucking gently at the skin of Yuuri's collarbones. “If you want to, of course. I was thinking we could go see the ladies competition together, if you want.”
“Yes, yesss,” Yuuri moaned, half an answer, half in pleasure. “Victor, haaa.”

“God, you’re breathtaking,” Victor said, and then kissed him until his mind was spinning and he was coming all over Victor’s hand.