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“I don’t know.” Viktor said hesitantly. He was sprawled on his bed in his dorm room. Chris – his roommate – was lying on his stomach on his own bed.
He gave Viktor a raised brow, “You have to go.”
Viktor sighed and put his book down onto his stomach, “The annual piss-up happens every year. I went last year and I can go again next year. I have a flight tomorrow. At 9:40AM. I can’t party tonight.”
“You at least have to drop by. You’re Mr ‘Sexiest Guy on Campus’.” Chris rolled his eyes. He’d always been sour about coming in second for that competition back in their first year. “You’ll hype things up. You need to be there. JJ said that you had to be, too. It’s his party, his rules.”
Viktor huffed an amused breath at his best friend before he bit his lip. He frowned lightly for a moment before sighing. “Fine. I’ll drop by.”
Chris grinned victoriously, “Good.”
“But I’m not getting smashed and I’m leaving at midnight.”
“That’s boring.”
“My flight.” Viktor said as a challenging reminder, raising a brow at Chris.
Chris waved his hand in the air and rolled his eyes at him. “You should have won the ‘Mr Boring’ contest instead.”
“Stop being so sour, ‘Mr second place’.” Viktor teased.
Chris shot him a playful glare before huffing and turning his head away.
They arrived at the party at 8PM. There were already a few guests there but they were all expecting JJ’s house to be completely packed with people. It was last year and the year before – it was the most highly anticipated event of the year. Exams were done and dusted and so was the academic year. Everyone was ready to party and ready to forget how much suffering they’d undergone for their studies.
“My boys!” JJ exclaimed when Viktor and their main friend group walked into the kitchen. JJ was mixing together a huge bowl of alcoholic fruit punch. Isabella was there, too – she was pouring out chips into bowls with Mila mixing up some dips.
“Hey guys,” Isabella said too.
Mila shot them a grin, “Ready to get completely fucked up?”
Georgi nodded enthusiastically, “I’m ready to forget Anya! I’ve resolved that she’s missing out on something special by leaving me! I’m ready for the next stage of my life without her! I – I don’t care that she’s already dating someone else… I…. I don’t.”
Georgi was starting to wilt – he’d started off standing straight but now he was slouching and his face had fallen from its optimistic expression.
JJ cleared his throat and clapped Georgi on the back, “Forget her, man! Tonight is your night. The party is going to be awesome – in complete JJ style!!!” He did his signature pose and Georgi perked up at his encouragements.
“Is your older man finally going to make an appearance?” Mila asked Chris cheekily.
Chris smiled and shrugged slowly, “Who knows. He might.”
Mila eyed him suspiciously.
“Another wild night for you like last year, Viktor?” Isabella asked. She hadn’t appreciated having to clean up the whipped cream from all around the house when he’d decided to use it like it was silly string.
Viktor laughed, “No, not this year. I’ve got my flight tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” JJ asked, “Dude, that’s so soon but it’s going to be so cool to go on all those treks around the world.”
“I believe you’ll have a wonderful experience.” Otabek stated.
Viktor nodded at them, “It’ll be super fun! I’m going to miss Makkachin so much though.”
“We’ll look after him – we’ve already made the roster.” Mila piped up.
Viktor smiled, “Thanks guys.”
College would have been a boring hell if he hadn’t joined their friendship group during their first year. Now, they were all third-years with Otabek being in his second but they were the best friends he’d ever had. They were a second family to him.
Suddenly he was shoved to the side. When he turned to look at who had pushed him, he huffed in amusement. Yuri had just arrived. His hood was still on his head and he was wearing a tiger shirt as was the norm. He looked grumpy as ever.
“What are you shit-stains standing around and talking about?”
Yuri was part of the family, too. Even though he was in his first year, he was well known as a prodigy for his age and was given special permission to take some 3rd year courses instead of starting off with the 1st year ones. It was how he’d integrated himself into their social circle that year.
“Viktor’s flight is tomorrow. Don’t forget you’re looking after Makkachin after Otabek.”
“Do I really have to look after that fluffy mutt?”
“Makkachin is of the highest pedigree, thank you.” Viktor said in defence on his cherished poodle.
“He’s stupid and too much like you for me to like him.” Then Yuri suddenly tensed. Viktor’s lips curved up in a smirk when he saw that it was because Otabek had put a hand on the small of his back in some hopes to calm him. It worked for a moment, with Yuri losing the heat in his face but then his crystal blue eyes caught onto Viktor’s smirk and he fired right up to yell and curse at him and to ask him why the hell he thought he was allowed to look so smug.
Viktor only laughed and teased him and revelled at the sight of Yuri’s face getting more red with each passing second and cheeky remark about him and Otabek.
They weren’t official but anyone could see that Otabek was loyal and devoted and that Yuri – though he always denied it – was in complete awe of him. Their whole friendship group was waiting for the day that they’d do something about their feelings to finally start dating as boyfriends.
They talked around the kitchen for a few more minutes before another voice interrupted them.
“Oh! Hey Mila!”
Their group turned and found another group. There was a tan, Asian boy at the head of them, grinning wide and friendly as he nonchalantly stepped up to them. Viktor was impressed at how he came up to them so easily – though their group was popular, he wasn’t an idiot; there were many other students who were too intimidated to approach them when they were altogether. Something about social hierarchies that he just didn’t understand – if he wanted to talk to someone, he’d do it, regardless of their standing.
“Phichit, hey,” Mila greeted, “Glad you could make it.”
“Thanks for the invite by the way! I brought my friends along too – I hope that’s cool?”
“That’s totally fine – nice to meet you guys. I’m Mila.” She smiled at the small group. “This is Viktor, Chris, JJ, Isabella and Georgi.” They all gave smiles and waves when introduced.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Seung-gil.” A dark-haired boy said. He lifted a casual hand up to them.
Following after, a tall, brown-haired boy stepped up to throw them a smile, “Cool party, I’m Leo. This is my boyfriend Guang Hong.” He lifted up their conjoined hands. Guang Hong stood a little bit behind Leo and gave a small, shy wave. Viktor smiled at the way that Leo glanced down at Guang Hong with warm, encouraging eyes.
“I’m Minami!” Another boy with blond hair and red bangs practically screeched. His face was red, obviously shy.
“And I’m Yuuri.” The last boy with thick-rimmed glasses said. He glanced up at them – at Viktor – before glancing back down and blushing. The first years are cute, Viktor thought suddenly.
“Yuuri?” Yuri spat out suddenly, “This piggy’s name is Yuuri? What a loser, I don’t want to have a name so similar to a pig like hi –” He sputtered out when Mila threw her fist into his abdomen.
“Don’t mind this one,” she said, “He’s a little shit at his best moments.”
“You hag,” Yuri choked out.
Viktor saw that Yuuri’s face was even redder and that his polite and shy expression had fallen down a notch to one of embarrassment and shame. He was playing with his fingers and his shoulders were hunched over.
Phichit narrowed his eyes in a subtle glare at Yuri. It was protective and fierce and the way that he stood up straighter was a sign that he was completely ready to fight and defend his friend – his boyfriend?
“Help yourselves to alcohol and food.” Isabella said to them to keep their group at bay. She was good at that – at mediating people. It was one of the reasons why she and JJ worked so well. He was such an energetic guy and his mood fell at the most unexpected of times yet she was always right behind him to help him get back onto his feet.
Phichit took another beat to narrow his eyes before he breathed and then a smile was back on his face. “Yeah, thank you, will do.” Then he placed his arm on Yuuri’s shoulder to guide him and his friends out.
Viktor watched them leave for the next room – Phichit was saying something encouraging to Yuuri and Yuuri was nodding slowly like he wasn’t believing the words.
Viktor’s eyes followed them for a moment longer before he was being pulled back into conversation with his group of friends.
Later on, Viktor was sitting on a stool and chatting with Mila and some other friends when he spotted Yuuri standing by himself by the table of alcohol.
He watched the shoulder-hunched boy pour out a shot for himself and continued to watch even when he tilted his head back and swallowed the shot like he was practiced in doing so. Viktor huffed in amusement when Yuuri’s face scrunched up a little.
But then Yuuri was pouring out another shot. And another.
Viktor had counted 7 shots when he decided it was time to intervene. He’d started biting his lip and his leg had started bouncing up and down from how jumpy and worried he was getting. He had no idea if Yuuri had already had more alcohol before his line of shots. This would be Yuuri’s first time at JJ’s annual piss-up, too – it would be a bad idea to start off too hard.
Viktor was about to get up from his stool to go over and stop Yuuri but then the dark-haired boy was suddenly not pouring out any more shots.
Viktor paused and watched, holding his breath.
Then Yuuri suddenly swayed. Viktor’s fingers twitched and he went to stand again but Yuuri didn’t fall. Viktor stayed in place, watching and worrying.
Yuuri reached a hand up and Viktor watched him push his glasses up so that he could rub his eyes like he was sleepy.
Endearing. Viktor found that completely endearing. He felt his brows twitch to a frown but they smoothed out the split second next as his lips curved instead. He was again going to start approaching the other boy but then Yuuri – after rubbing at his eyes like an infant who’d just woken up – was suddenly slamming his glasses down onto the table (Viktor was amazed that they didn’t break).
“DANCE BATTLE!” He cried out in a yell over the music, like it was some sort of war-cry.
Viktor startled (like everyone else) but a giggle escaped him when Yuuri started swaying around like he was trying to dance. He kept on trying to pull people into the circle that they’d made in order to back away from him but no one was going into ‘dance battle’ with him.
Viktor was grinning, watching Yuuri’s antics. He was completely off-beat with the music. It got even better when Yuuri gasped dramatically and stood up straight. “You.” He practically screeched. Viktor followed Yuuri’s widened eyes and found Yuri Plisetsky standing and frowning at the drunk boy like he was a piece of trash. “Listen up, other Yuuri – ” he started slurring.
“It’s Yuri!”
“ – how dare you call me a pig! Even if I was chubby in my first year and all through high school, I‘ve lost most of that fat! Look! Look!” Yuuri lifted his shirt up. His stomach was flat and there definitely was some muscle there (Viktor unashamedly traced over it with his eyes). “See? But this’s stupid,” he shoved his shirt back down and then made a sloppy ‘preying mantis’ pose. “Battle me,” he cried, “in a dance!”
Viktor laughed at that and his eyes moved over to Yuri. The blond had his arms over his chest and was sneering more violently than Viktor had ever seen him sneer.
“That’s so fucking stupid – you look so dumb. But fuck no – why the fuck would I do something that idiotic?”
“So you’re scared!” Yuuri cried out, “Huzzah! You’ve been bested, felon!”
“What the fuck? I’m not scared – I know that I’d win so there’s no fucking point in stupidly ‘battling’ you.” Yuri hissed.
“A sore loser, you are!” Yuuri said, standing (and swaying a little). He crossed his arms over his chest and Viktor’s lips curved up at how cute he found Yuuri trying to look as smug as he could.
“I’m not a loser!!”
“That’s exactly what a loser would say… Loser.” Yuuri said, grinning dopily. Viktor grinned right along with him from where he was seated. He propped his elbow up on the counter and rested his chin on his hand, completely amused and entranced by this Yuuri.
Yuri sputtered for a moment or two before he growled. He reached into his back pockets and took out his wallet, “Hold this.” He barked out as he shoved it into Otabek’s hands.
Otabek gave a quick thumbs up as Yuri stepped forward.
Viktor was astounded, impressed, amused, entranced and completely in love.
Yuuri had utterly destroyed Yuri in their dance battle. Though he swayed when he walked, he was suddenly absolutely flawless when it came to dancing – a complete contrast to how he’d been before. He had been break-dancing, doing the robot, leaping around – he had done everything so perfectly. Yuri didn’t do half bad but when he – very early on – realised that he was actually losing to Yuuri, his anger made him even more fiery and tended to ruin his dance moves. Especially since drunk Yuuri kept on pointing out how it did and how much better his own dancing was.
But Viktor was having so much fun watching Yuuri move and jump around like he had no cares in the world. This unrestrained Yuuri was addicting. Viktor didn’t want to stop watching him ever. Who knew that that shy, glasses-wearing boy that he’d met earlier on in the night could actually be so interesting and endearing?
“Now that we’ve confirmed the better Yuuri,” Yuuri said with an arrogant huff. His hair was more messed up than before, his cheeks were a little reddened and he was no longer wearing the jacket that he’d come to the party with, “I name you Yurio since you’re now a lesser version.”
“Yurio?!” Yuri screeched. He looked much more distraught than Yuuri because of his added rage. “You can’t rename me, you fucking pig!”
“It’s my right as true ruler of dance.” Yuuri slurred but then his eyes widened at something in the distance. “That… That’s a pole?!”
Viktor huffed a small laugh. Halfway through the dance battle, Chris had gasped with his eyes twinkling as he’d exclaimed, “This is the perfect time to bring out the portable pole I bought the other day!” before he’d run off to grab it and set it up.
It was all set up now and Yuuri was making his way towards it.
Viktor’s heart spiked up a little when Yuuri pulled his shirt off, but even more worrying for him – Yuuri’s hands went to the buttons of his jeans. God.
But then Yuuri’s friend, Phichit, was stepping in.
“Yuuri, maybe you should go sit – ”
“A pole, Phichit!” Yuuri exclaimed, his eyes shining at his friend. “Can’t I just dance for a little more? I want to try dancing on the pole!”
Phichit bit his lip.
“Phichit, this year has been so crap okay, I think I failed one of my courses and I just – I need to dance on that pole. It’ll be cathartic.”
Viktor completely loved him. He was so silly and cute and full of life. Now Viktor watched Phichit. Please say yes, he suddenly thought. He wanted to see more of Yuuri dancing with unrestraint. A part of him was also very intent on seeing Yuuri dancing on a pole. There was also a small part of him that didn’t want to see that at all because he was worried about how he’d… react.
But then Phichit was nodding with a long sigh, “Fine. But I will take many photos and videos and you have to promise to never blame me for not stopping you – I tried.”
Yuuri was nodding, grinning, “I won’t blame you at all – I’ll thank you!” Then his hands were back at the button of his jeans and he was taking them off.
Viktor swallowed the sudden lump in his throat when Yuuri shucked them off because his thighs managed to look both firm and pliant at the same time. Viktor… Viktor kind of wanted to run his hands along those thighs.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he cleared his throat and turned away for a moment. He leaned over and grabbed up a bottle of vodka before pouring out one shot for himself and swallowing it down smoothly without any grimaces afterwards. He was definitely going to need alcohol to help him through this if Yuuri was going to be pole-dancing.
He turned back around and when he was greeted by the sight of Yuuri wrapping his wonderful legs around the pole in only his boxer briefs (which fitted his ass perfectly), Viktor turned around and poured out another one.
Viktor was feeling a little bit tipsy now. Everything felt a little dizzy and Yuuri was still spinning around the pole with Chris.
It had taken extreme willpower and shots of vodka to help him through the ordeal without losing his shit or getting completely turned on (not that he wasn’t – he was completely riled up but would have been even more so if he hadn’t had any support). Luckily he had a high tolerance for alcohol otherwise he’d be completely ruined.
Chris, too, was completely out of it. It was what caused him to slip off the pole and land on the ground in a heap.
Viktor winced for him before standing to help him. He cautiously walked over, a little nervous at how Yuuri would react to him when completely drunk. As of the moment, Yuuri was hunched over Chris, his face set in worry.
“Chris!” Yuuri wailed, “Are you okay? That was a drop and definitely not like a slut drop like you taught me. Are you hurt?”
“I’m good! I’m always good! Never will the dance hurt me!” Chris yelled out, still lying on the ground.
“I can prove that it has.” Viktor started as he approached them. “I still have photos of you at 13 when you broke your arm trying to stupidly do some break-dance moves.”
Yuuri and Chris turned to him. Up close, Yuuri’s body was even more seductive. He’d worked up a small sheen of sweat over his skin, too. Viktor tried very hard to not let his eyes travel all over Yuuri’s body.
But then Yuuri was standing up right in front of Viktor, his eyes wide and shining. “Viktor Nikiforov!” He exclaimed, sounding completely in awe.
Viktor felt his heart thump hard in his chest as he blinked in surprise. His heart started beating like a hummingbird’s when Yuuri suddenly threw his arms around him in a close hug. Yuuri was warm and soft against him. His head was tucked underneath Viktor’s chin and they… They fit together perfectly, even with Yuuri’s arms trapping Viktor’s at his side.
“It’s really Viktor!” Yuuri exclaimed.
“Y-Yeah, it’s me.” Viktor stammered. He realised how completely thrown off he was. He wasn’t one to stammer but here he was – a complete mess.
Then Yuuri started cuddling up to him even more and rubbing his head into his chest in an adorable way – a little bit like Makkachin did, only this was way different. Viktor’s heart was spiking all over the place, especially when Yuuri started moving his hips against him. God, he was done for.
Yuuri tilted his head up so that his chin was on Viktor’s chest. Their eyes met and Viktor felt himself falling head-over-heels for those warm, chocolatey, innocent and kind eyes. How had it come to this? The night had been a complete whirlwind and his heart couldn’t handle this at all.
“Did you know that I think I probably failed one of my courses?” Yuuri asked. His bottom lip jut out in a sulk and Viktor felt the sudden urge to kiss him. Wanted to push him against a wall and just – just kiss the complete fuck out of him.
“You did?” Viktor asked, trying to calm himself.
Yuuri nodded, still sulking before he suddenly grinned all dopey and wide and innocent. “But I heard that you’re really smart! We should study together next year!” Yuuri exclaimed.
Viktor would completely love that. He could see that now – studying and kissing, studying and kissing. Dating. They should date.
“You could be my tutor!” Yuuri exclaimed like it would be the best thing in the world. “Be my tutor, Viktor!”
Viktor felt his cheeks heat up. His heart beat was going wild. This… He had no idea what falling in love felt like, but this kind of felt like it. This completely felt like falling in love.
After that, Yuuri stuck by his side and Viktor stuck by his. Yuuri was still dressed only in his boxer briefs and he didn’t deem it at all necessary to put on anything else. Viktor should have suggested that he at least put his jeans back on but he blamed the buzz of the alcohol in his system and Yuuri himself for having a wonderful body.
Besides all that, talking to Yuuri was perfect. He would laugh and giggle, tease and joke, frown and teasingly scold and blush and stammer. He was an utter force of life and Viktor was helpless to him.
He didn’t realise that he’d been missing Yuuri from his life all along. Everything was bright and fun just by talking to him.
Nearing 11:30pm, they were cuddled up and cosy on the couch. Yuuri’s head was leaning on Viktor’s shoulder and Viktor’s arm was around him.
They had been talking a moment ago, but now they were quiet and enjoying one another’s presence.
Yuuri softly broke the pause with a small, “You’ll still talk to me even at college next year… Right? This wasn’t just a one night thing…?”
Viktor felt his heart break just a little at how vulnerable Yuuri sounded, “Of course this isn’t just a one night thing.” He started.
Yuuri moved so that he was no longer leaning on Viktor’s arm but was instead facing him completely.
Viktor swallowed nervously, “We can hang out when college comes around since I’ll be taking a trip for the holidays, but we can study together,” he accidentally glanced down at Yuuri’s lips, “eat lunch together,” when he looked back up, it was Yuuri who was hesitantly glancing down at his, “grab coffees for each other…”
Yuuri was slowly leaning in and Viktor’s train of thought hiccupped and stopped as his words trailed off.
“Viktor,” Yuuri whispered just a few millimetres away from his lips.
Viktor leaned forward the last few measurements and closed the distance between them. Yuuri made a small sound in the back of his throat (like an adorable squeak of surprise) and Viktor’s lips curved up at it. Yuuri’s lips were soft and warm. He tasted like alcohol and the chips that they had been snacking on but it was still perfect.`
Especially when Yuuri’s lips parted when Viktor licked at them.
Viktor felt Yuuri’s grip on his shoulder tighten when their tongues touched. He trailed a hand down to Yuuri’s side and let his thumb rub warm, comforting circles on his bare skin.
They kissed for a few moments longer before Yuuri suddenly pulled back.
Viktor tilted up an eyebrow in confusion, “What’s wrong?” He asked.
Yuuri smiled at him, “No, no, nothing’s wrong at all. My neck and body are just at weird angles like this so I’ll just – y’know what,” Then Yuuri was standing up from the couch. Viktor watched curiously but then his heart – already beating fast – became even more hectic when Yuuri swung himself onto Viktor’s lap, with his knees on either side of his thighs.
“Better.” Yuuri chirped just as he moved forward to kiss him again, his hands going to hold at Viktor’s jaw and the back of his neck.
Vikor had no complaints – no complaints at all.
This way, when their mouths were moving against one another, he could let his hands run over Yuuri’s waist, grip at his hips, rub slowly at his thighs.
Yuuri’s breath was becoming more ragged the bolder Viktor got with his hands. Viktor’s jeans were feeling a little tighter, too.
Yuuri pulled back again – slowly, and to take a breath.
Viktor had no idea what to say as he tilted his head back a little to look up at him. Yuuri was stunning. He was even more endeared when Yuuri’s hands travelled from his jaw and the back of his neck to his hair. Viktor wanted to close his eyes when Yuuri carded his fingers through his hair lovingly but he didn’t want to miss the way that Yuuri’s eyes were warm and just as in awe when he was looking at him.
Viktor wrapped one of his arms around Yuuri’s waist and pulled him in closer. His gaze dropped to Yuuri’s lips when he let out a small, surprised gasp as they pressed up against one another even more.
Viktor bit his lip (it didn’t hide his grin at all) when he felt that Yuuri was well and truly turned on against his stomach.
Yuuri’s face lit up and just as Viktor was going to make a soft teasing comment (which he would then soothe over with kisses), Yuuri was suddenly grinding down onto his lap.
Viktor gasped and his grip tightened on Yuuri’s hip. Yuuri had a smug and satisfied smile curved on his face and Viktor could only laugh and murmur, “Naughty,” as he accepted the soft kiss that Yuuri placed on his cheek.
“Holy shit!”
Viktor glanced over Yuuri’s shoulder and found JJ holding a can of beer in one hand and pointing at them with the other while grinning, “Chris, do you see this?! Viktor’s first hook-up at my parties!”
“Where.” Viktor distantly heard Chris demand.
Chris came into the room in a rush dressed down to only his boxer briefs from his pole dance with Yuuri. His cheeks were a little pink, too – he’d always been a little bit of a light weight. But he gasped out delightedly when he found Viktor and Yuuri on the couch. “My, my,” he started, “I seem to have found you in a compromising position, Viktor. I was wondering where you’d snuck off to.” They were attracting the attention from the other people in the room. Luckily this part of the house was more mellow than the others – the music wasn’t as loud and the people in here were all too fucked up to really care what was going on.
But still, Viktor held his middle finger up at them, “Go away,” he whined because Yuuri was now hugging him – draping himself all over Viktor – either completely unaware of them or ignoring them.
Chris snapped a cheeky photo before winking and eyeing Yuuri’s undressed state, “You know that all the rooms are upstairs, don’t you? Patience is a virtue.”
JJ laughed, “This is gold. This will go down in JJ’s Piss-Up history. After three years – finally! Viktor hooks up at the event!”
Viktor shook his middle finger at them to emphasise that they should go away. He shot them an even more violent ‘fuck off’ look when Yuuri was suddenly pressing soft, lingering kisses at his neck.
“Our boy is whipped!” Georgi suddenly proclaimed, coming out of nowhere and staggering towards JJ and Chris and completely affected by the alcohol, “Look at how whipped he is like whipped cream! Look at – ”
“You honestly make everything less cool,” Chris said to Georgi with a slight look of disdain – words inspired by the alcohol (Chris always became more bitingly sassy when he was drunk).
Georgi’s face fell before JJ laughed out loud and clapped him on the back.
“Chris is just sour because he doesn’t have his own boy to play with – where is Mr tall mystery man, huh? We’ve only seen photos.” JJ asked, waggling his brows.
Georgi perked up, “Chris, it’s okay. We can get through this together – especially after my recent break-up with Anya. I think she was giving me signs before, like maybe she wanted to get back together or something but I gotta stay strong, you know?”
“Seriously,” Viktor interrupted them and his voice was low and edging towards threatening – enough so to send chills down his friends’ spines because Viktor was usually the always jovial one among them, “leave.” He didn’t mean to sound so serious but it was because Yuuri was softly biting and sucking hickeys onto his neck and Viktor was so turned on and he didn’t need his friends talking about mystery men or Anya. He wanted to focus completely on Yuuri.
“Okay, okay,” JJ said, backing away with a grin, “we’re going.”
Chris rolled his eyes before turning and leaving, “And they say I’m the drama queen.”
Georgi stood there a moment, “Th-They don’t say that I am anymore? I don’t… There are too many changes in this world without Anya!” Then he ran off into the other room.
Viktor could hear him wailing about something but he completely tuned it out. He let his hands run over Yuuri’s skin as he closed his eyes and focused on the way that Yuuri was softly scraping his teeth against his neck, his breath becoming more ragged.
Another light kiss and then Yuuri was pulling back, “They have bedrooms upstairs?” He asked, eyes a little hazy.
Viktor’s eyes widened because yes, he was drunk, but he was more intact with his thoughts and responsibilities. He swallowed. He definitely wanted to go upstairs and fuck Yuuri hard, fast, slow, gentle, however the hell he wanted it but – Yuuri was drunk. Viktor was not going to let himself do that to Yuuri or to anyone in general. He breathed out shakily and started rubbing Yuuri’s skin soothingly, “I’d love to take you upstairs,” he began and Yuuri preened at the words (it only made Viktor want to just think ‘screw it’ and carry the other boy up to a room), “but I can’t, Yuuri.”
Yuuri’s face fell. His frown was confused and hurt, “You can’t?”
“You’re drunk,” Viktor said and he pressed a soft, gentle kiss in between Yuuri’s shoulder and his neck, “and you’re much more deserving of a drunken first time.”
“I – I don’t mind! I just,” Yuuri paused in his words. His face scrunched up before he sagged against Viktor, with his head landing on his shoulder.
“Yuuri? Darling?”
“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since first year.” Yuuri murmured and Viktor could feel Yuuri’s fingers digging into his arms a little. “And this – tonight – is the only time I’ll get to talk to you! We won’t talk ever again because you’ll realise how lame and drunk and stupid I am! We’ll pass each other in the halls when college starts up again and we won’t talk, we won’t even be friends, we won’t – ” He suddenly stopped and then just took a long breath against Viktor’s shoulder. “You won’t care about me.”
Viktor’s heart clenched painfully because throughout the whole night, he’d seen so many different sides to Yuuri and this was him being vulnerable and scared. He’d had a crush on him since first year? It made Viktor feel like a complete asshole because he didn’t remember Yuuri last year and certainly hadn’t talked to him.
“There isn’t any need to feel like that anymore, Yuuri,” Viktor said and Yuuri made a doubtful sound against him, “because I care about you.” Yuuri twitched in his arms. “I’d like to start off slow – I’m traditional like that. My mother, back in Russia, always taught me to court a person first. We could do that. I’d love to do that.”
Yuuri didn’t move for a few moments and all the while, Viktor’s insides were simmering in nervousness. Slowly though, Yuuri moved off from Viktor’s shoulder so that they could see each other’s’ faces.
“Me too,” Yuuri said.
Viktor grinned, all delight and elation. His heart thumped hard when Yuuri smiled back, shy and ecstatic. Viktor leaned up and Yuuri leaned down until they met in a soft kiss.
When they parted, Yuuri’s face started reddening as he said, “We could still go upstairs and cuddle?”
Viktor chuckled softly, “That sounds good.”
They were able to slip past their friends to the staircase but just as they reached the staircase, Georgi came at them.
“You’re the 3rd couple to sneak upstairs.” He said and Viktor wondered how it was that he was able to sound both congratulatory and sour both at the same time. “Luckily, Anya hasn’t made her way upstairs but she’s playing around with her new boy-toy,” (this was hissed out), “and she might try to make her way upst – hey, you’re just going to ignore me?”
Yes. Viktor was definitely going to ignore a drunk Georgi.
He brought Yuuri upstairs and in one of the spare rooms (JJ’s parents were loaded and had – for no reason – multiple spare bedrooms).
They jumped onto the large bed and chatted and cuddled together until they were too tired to not fall asleep.
Vrrr Vrrr Vrrr Vrrr –
Viktor frowned as he grumbled and sleepily reached for his phone in his pocket. His thumb swiped roughly at the screen and when he heard a faint voice on the other end, he placed his phone to his ear.
“‘llo?”
“Viktor! Where the hell are you?!”
“Chris?” Viktor asked and he opened an eye sleepily to glance down at the top of Yuuri’s head when the boy murmured sleepily and cuddled in closer. Cute.
“Where are you?! You’re late!”
“Late?” Viktor asked and there was something niggling in his mind – something that he definitely should have remembered.
“Your flight, you incompetent, stupid idiot!”
Viktor’s eyes widened and he sat up suddenly – big mistake. His eyes burned from the sudden widening and his head spun from his hangover. He murmured curse words and then some more because Yuuri. When he checked, though, Yuuri was just making grumpy sounds at being disturbed from his sleep.
“Shit shit shit,” he took his phone from his ears. Fuck, it was 8:32AM. His flight was at 9:40 and with half an hour of travel.
“If you’re somewhere in JJ’s house, just get downstairs and out the front – my boyfriend’s already here. Luckily you brought your luggage with you to the party – I’ve already got it with me. Just hurry up and get out here.”
He scrambled from the bed and just as he was about to bolt out the door, he stopped.
Yuuri.
He didn’t want Yuuri to think that he’d just up and left him. Frantically, he searched around the room. On the desk, there were sticky notes and pens. He grabbed a pen and messily scrawled out a ‘This wasn’t just a one-night thing. Promise.’
He surveyed the note – it definitely wasn’t the best but he was pressed for time.
He tore the sticky note from the pile and pressed it to the bedside table before he glanced down at Yuuri, leaned over, pressed a kiss to his head and then ran out in a hurry.