At least he didn't wreck this. At least Yuri doesn't pull away.
Even better, he folds into this embrace, face into Victor's shoulder, voice muffled against Victor's jacket, arms around him. Saying okay like there was never a reason to even ask. Like it's so obvious, the only possible answer.
And maybe it is. All their stuff is in that room. Yuri's skates and his costumes, his earbuds and MP3 player, their passes. There wasn't really any other option, or anywhere else too go. Except that sort of thinking is too logical for Victor's rice wine-soaked brain, that's feeling less and less coherent with every passing moment, as more and more alcohol absorbs into his system.
Which is probably why he says, low and certain: "I only want you."
Mumbled into Yuri's shoulder, his hair. Just about at his ear. Meaning everything, and nothing like everything, all at once, because he's not sure how to put this feeling into words Yuri will understand. He'd though Yuri understood it, before, when he copied Stay Close to Me, but maybe not: and his drink-addled brain is having difficulty finding the English for what he wants to say, what Yuri should understand.
That he probably shouldn't be saying out here on the street, anyway, but is, because he's not sure he can stop. Trying to explain himself. Trying to express himself.
Distracted, over and over again, by Yuri soft and warm against his chest, in his arms, under his chin and mouth, nestled into his shoulder. "And you didn't, before."
Didn't come back with him. Didn't show up. Didn't, didn't. Maybe he's breaking their unspoken taboo on this, but it's like Yuri's turned him upside down and is shaking the words out like change. Yuri hasn't brought it up, so he hasn't, either, but he hasn't just forgotten. Yuri told him not to, and he didn't.
Even if he tried to ignore it, until tonight, when it all came bubbling out again, like shaken champagne.
Huffing a sigh into Yuri's shoulder, wanting to just go limp here, on top of him, instead of walking all the way back to the hotel. it's cold, but he doesn't feel it.
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Even better, he folds into this embrace, face into Victor's shoulder, voice muffled against Victor's jacket, arms around him. Saying okay like there was never a reason to even ask. Like it's so obvious, the only possible answer.
And maybe it is. All their stuff is in that room. Yuri's skates and his costumes, his earbuds and MP3 player, their passes. There wasn't really any other option, or anywhere else too go. Except that sort of thinking is too logical for Victor's rice wine-soaked brain, that's feeling less and less coherent with every passing moment, as more and more alcohol absorbs into his system.
Which is probably why he says, low and certain: "I only want you."
Mumbled into Yuri's shoulder, his hair. Just about at his ear. Meaning everything, and nothing like everything, all at once, because he's not sure how to put this feeling into words Yuri will understand. He'd though Yuri understood it, before, when he copied Stay Close to Me, but maybe not: and his drink-addled brain is having difficulty finding the English for what he wants to say, what Yuri should understand.
That he probably shouldn't be saying out here on the street, anyway, but is, because he's not sure he can stop. Trying to explain himself. Trying to express himself.
Distracted, over and over again, by Yuri soft and warm against his chest, in his arms, under his chin and mouth, nestled into his shoulder. "And you didn't, before."
Didn't come back with him. Didn't show up. Didn't, didn't. Maybe he's breaking their unspoken taboo on this, but it's like Yuri's turned him upside down and is shaking the words out like change. Yuri hasn't brought it up, so he hasn't, either, but he hasn't just forgotten. Yuri told him not to, and he didn't.
Even if he tried to ignore it, until tonight, when it all came bubbling out again, like shaken champagne.
Huffing a sigh into Yuri's shoulder, wanting to just go limp here, on top of him, instead of walking all the way back to the hotel. it's cold, but he doesn't feel it.
All he feels is Yuri. It's all he needs.