Chapter Ten: Lucky Charm

When Yuuri, Makkachin and I finally arrived back at Yu-topia it was dark. The family had gone to bed to prepare for the next work day and I think I was grateful. Yuuri wouldn't want to celebrate yet. He and I both knew his family and friends had something prepared for tomorrow but now was not the time. Yuuri wasn't happy about going to the final the way he was, at least not yet.

So we eased quietly into the house.

"Are you hungry?" I asked Yuuri and he shook his head, even more quiet than I expected him to be. He kept rubbing Makkachin's ears and I knew he was happy to see him.

"Do you just want to go straight to bed?" I asked next and Yuuri looked over at me.

He walked over and leaned himself against me and I blushed a little.

"Yuuri?"

"You're too far away."

I chuckled a little at that and wrapped my arms around him. "Sorry."

He closed his eyes and let me hold him up.

"Can I stay with you?"

"Always Yuuri."

"Can Makkachin sleep in my room?"

"What?" I asked in confusion, "You like when Makkachin-,"

Yuuri pulled back to look at me with a blushing face. "Just for tonight?"

I searched his expression and swallow hard.

"All right."

Yuuri called Makka with him as he heads to his room, he looked back and smiled at me.

"I'll be back in minute."

I nodded silently, unsure what to say. I hadn't… seen this coming.

Yuuri disappeared into his room and I turned for mine, leaving the door open and shrugging off my coat and scarf.

I hung them up and loosened the buttons on my shirt, dropping my shoes somewhere before sitting down heavily on the bed.

It had been… a long few days. But Yuuri wanted to be close to me… he had missed me. Excitement and nerves danced in my stomach.

I decided against changing in any significant way. Better to start wearing something that wouldn't scare Yuuri off but it wasn't like I was going to stay dressed.

I pulled out my phone just to check it since I hadn't much lately. I had sent a message to thank Yakov, and received a lecture back.

"What have you been teaching this boy? I've told you a thousand times to prepare for missing a jump! Now you passing your bad habits onto this boy…" so and so on. It made me smile and I thanked him again, asking if maybe I could get more of his advice sometime soon.

He sent back something about not helping the competition but he also mentioned something about calling him in the evening after practice.

I smiled.

Yurio had been complaining about Yuuri to me for a while now.

"Piggy is weird. He tried to hug me. Tell him never to do that again. Jesus he's a wreck without you. You guys are pathetic."

That made me laugh.

I heard quiet footsteps. "What's funny?"

"Did you try to hug Yurio?" I asked, raising my eyes from the screen.

My throat went dry, and I nearly dropped my phone.

Yuuri looked...

He had pushed his hair back from his face- probably just with water- and he was wearing dark track pants and no shirt. Mid season his body looked as lean and hard as it had the first time I ever saw him. I had almost forgot how hot he had made me. I had been reining those feelings in for so long.

Yuuri smiled at my expression, because my feelings must have been obvious on my face. He pulled the door closed behind him and walked toward me slowly.

"What about Yurio?"

"Huh? Nothing…" I mumbled and Yuuri reached out to pluck my phone from my hand.

"Maybe you'll remember tomorrow." He placed it on the table and his fingers toyed with mine.

I nodded dumbly.

"Will you sit back on the bed for me?" Yuuri asked quietly and my brain felt unplugged. Where had this Yuuri come from? Fuck…

I moved back against the pillows and Yuuri climbed up to straddle my legs, sitting down on my thighs.

His hand slid along the collar of my shirt.

"You're wearing too much."

"Sorry," I apologized. "Feel free to change that."

Yuuri giggled and it was adorable.

"This from the man who showed up naked the first time we met?"

My brain was fuzzy at that. I wasn't naked at the banquet. Oh, he meant the first time we met here. Huh, that had been a weird way to phrase it but I just chuckled.

"You're right, I should definitely be naked more. I'll work on that."

Yuuri snorts and shakes his head.

"This is what the playboy is like in bed? Seriously, I expected a little more seduction."

I smiled at that.

"Well that's what you get for reading tabloids. Besides…" I slid my hand down the side of his neck and he shivered. "I looks like it's working."

The truth was Yuuri was right, under other circumstances my approach would have been different when it came to seducing someone. But I didn't want to seduce Yuuri. I wanted to be myself with Yuuri, completely, I wanted tonight to be us. The real us. Nothing put on.

I think Yuuri was starting to pick up on that too because he gave me a gentle smile and pulled me into a slow, searing kiss.

I whined against his mouth and my hand found his hair while the other anchored his waist. His skin was soft and warm beneath my fingers.

Yuuri moved back a little and slipped off his glasses, moving them to the table before I knocked them off. I wondered how well he could see without them but he didn't seem to be having too much trouble as he met my lips again.

Our kisses were becoming more breathless and fast, I could feel both of our nervous excitement building as my hands explored over Yuuri's back. His moved down to finish unbuttoning my shirt.

Yuuri pulled back to try and push my shirt off my shoulder and he made a soft sound. His eyes scouring over my chest. I smirked but leaned forward to kiss from Yuuri's collarbone to his naval, making his whine desperately.

"You're gorgeous."

Yuuri sputtered, "I'm-,"

"Gorgeous." This was no time for argument so I dipped my tongue into his belly button and he gasped in surprise.

"Viktor!"

I hushed him gently, "I love your voice, but you really don't want to wake anyone." I reminded him.

He bit his lips and whined.

I kissed up the side of his neck, making Yuuri's head lull sideways and tugged on his earlobe before sliding my hand up to turn his head back into a kiss.

Then I carefully shifted us so that Yuuri was laying on the bed and I was laying over him. I tossed my shirt off to the side.

Yuuri's hands shyly slid up my stomach to explore and I shivered.

"Vitya," Yuuri whispered and my breath caught so hard I was dizzy.

"What?" I asked in surprise, pulling back to stare at him.

He smiled softly.

"That's what Yakov called you when he was lecturing me. I googled it while I was waiting for my plane. It's like… a nickname?"

I opened my mouth unsure how to explain.

"It's… a familiar name. Do you understand what I mean?" I ask and Yuuri nods.

"People close to you use it."

"Yes," I agreed, "Family uses it."

"Oh, do you not want me to-,"

"Yuuri…" I let his name out on a breath. "I… I love you calling me that."

Yuuri's eyes widened at that. I knew what I had just implied. More than I had ever let myself tell Yuuri before. That I wanted him to be that close to me.

But Yuuri didn't push the topic in the moment. His just pulled me into a deep kiss, full of a wealth of emotion that could have been coming from either one of us. Then he said it again.

"Vitya."

I pressed my lips to his jaw.

"Yes."

I tried to be careful about leaving marks as I sucked and licked over Yuuri's neck. I would have loved for everyone to see that he's mine, but I knew it would hopelessly embarrass him for his family to see them.

However a thought occurs to me and I move my mouth down to start marking up the skin of his chest and abs.

Yuuri arches and has to cover his mouth. Especially when I leave a particularly dark one over his hipbone.

Its then that I noticed how hard Yuuri already was, and to be honest I had been right there with him for a while. So I slipped my fingers under the band of his track pants.

"May I?"

Yuuri looked down at me.

"You first."

I smirked and moved back, raising myself enough to undo my pants and start sliding them down my thighs. Yuuri immediately blushed.

"I can't believe you wear that underwear." He whined, his eyes darting away and darting back.

I laughed, "You should really try it sometime."

Yuuri blushed darker. "Maybe if it was just with you…"

I grinned and wiggled enough to get my pants completely off and tossed them away.

Yuuri's eyes were pitch black as they raked over he and he swallowed. Then he reached down to slide his track pants off.

I helped him, my expression equally hungry as I kissed his gorgeous thighs.

I would never forget that those thighs could hold him to a pole by themselves. That thought had danced through many a dream over the last few months.

Yuuri whined and squirmed, "Victor!"

I nipped at his skin, "Yes?"

He let out a stuttering breath, "I need more than this Victor."

"Hmm…." I hummed as I kissed down to his calf. "More how?"

"Oh for love of-," Yuuri pushed me until he could swing himself over the top of me and be straddling my hips again.

My cock jumped and Yuuri smirked.

He reached down and started palming himself through his briefs

"You are taking way too long."

I groaned, "Yuuri!"

"I think you just need to watch."

"Yuuri!"

He chuckled and sat up enough to wiggle out of his briefs. His swollen pink cock sprung free and I had never felt so parched in my life.

"Fuck Yuuri."

He stroked himself inches from my face until the tip was positively leaking with need and he was whimpering at every touch.

I watched all of it raptly, remembering the movements that he used, what he seemed to like. But eventually it grew too much for me and I rolled us back over again- Damn we really are competitive aren't we?- and pinned his hands to the bed.

"Enough Yuuri," I panted, pushing my fingers through his to keep them against the pillow and then I pulled back, leaning down to licked a stripe up the underside of his cock.

"Fuck, Victor!" he shouted and then the rest turned to japanese. I made a mental note to ask him about it later as I started to mouth his cock, moving back up to the head. I circled him with my tongue and then took him into my mouth.

He cried out, throwing his head back and I pray that his parents didn't hear that.

He seems to think the same because he turns his face into the pillow to muffle himself.

I took more of him into my mouth slow, bobbing and sucking around him as I go.

The upside to having experience at this was watching Yuuri's bliss when I was able to deepthroat him. He bit a pillow and nearly tore it to shreds when I fake swallowed around him.

However I may have gone a little fast because he barely has a second to gasp before he's coming down my throat.

I swallowed it but did nearly choke. I had to wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.

I half expect Yuuri to look tired and spent, which would have been okay even if mildly uncomfortable for me. However, then I remembered Yuuri's stamina as he pulled me down aggressively to kiss me.

I feel his cheeks heat under my fingers as he tastes himself on my tongue but he doesn't pull away.

Suddenly he's rolling us over again.

He reached down and pulled a small bottle of lube and a few condoms from the pocket of his pants. A preparedness that I find charming even if I'm baffled how I didn't notice them.

"Is this okay?" He asked me and I nodded.

"How do you-,"

"I want to ride you." I had to close my eyes and breath deeply to keep ahold of myself.

"Is that okay-,"

"Yes."

Yuuri smiled brilliantly and pressed the lube into my hand.

"Will you-,"

"Yes."

"Victor," He laughed but raised himself up over me and spread his legs further apart so that I can move my slicked fingers between them.

I carefully circled his tight ring of muscle.

I made sure to distract Yuuri with lots of mild touches while I prepped him because I wanted to be careful. I didn't want him in any pain in the middle of the season. Yuuri must have realized this too because he let me prep him very slow and thoroughly even though his cock was already back to full attention less than half the way through.

When I finally felt there's no resistance I reached a hand out but Yuuri beat me to it and tore a condom open, rolling it down my cock and then taking the lube from me. He slicked me with smooth, slow strokes and I groaned.

I knew Yuuri doesn't have a lot of experience so I wonder where all this was coming from, but I didn't have time to worry about it before Yuuri was moving himself over me.

I grabbed his hips to help make sure he took his time. Guiding him carefully down over my cock.

By the time I was fully wrapped in his tight heat I felt like I was about to blackout.

Yuuri waited a few moments, breathing in and out. When he finally nodded I leaned up to kiss him as we together started moving his hips in my lap.

I could feel the muscles in Yuuri's thighs and perfect ass working and I shuddered.

God Yuuri felt so good.

We go slowly and build, always remembering that nothing is worth an injury. But truthfully I would have liked it better slow anyway, at least the first time.

I wanted to savor every moment of Yuuri's hot clenching around me. Plus it gives me time to explore him until I find the spot that makes him bite down on my shoulder to keep from screaming.

I was deeply proud of that mark.

By the time both of us are wrecked and panting and right on the edge I pull Yuuri into e messily, breathless kiss and speed up just a bit more, slamming into that spot against until Yuuri cries out into the pillow and comes, clenching around me.

The feeling of him was enough to have me spilling into the condom.

I held Yuuri as he carefully slipped off of me and down onto the bed. I rolled over to kiss him, expecting to close my eyes and cuddle with him at my side.

However Yuuri's kiss was much more heated.

I whined, "Fuck Yuuri you're going to be the death of me."

He chuckled, "I thought my stamina was a good thing."

"Well… it IS."

He laughed, "It's okay Victor, you don't have to-,"

"You really think I would leave you unsatisfied?"

Yuuri smiled and shook his head. "I'm not unsatisfied. That was amazing Victor, really." He pulled me into a kiss. "It was everything I wanted."

I blushed a little at that.

"Still…" I let out a breath. "We need to get cleaned up anyway… shower with me?"

Yuuri kissed my cheek. "Shared bathroom remember? Bad idea. Here…"

Yuuri gets up, finding the inn robe I still had in my room and slipping into it. He briefly leaves the room and comes back with wet rags and towels from the bathroom.

I helped Yuuri through one more round before we both got cleaned up. Then we layed in my bed, and I rubbed Yuuri's tired muscles.

Looking back on it, it was my favorite first time with anyone, not just because it was Yuuri but because it was so real, and it felt like home. I didn't feel I had to be anyone else or hide anything. I could just love Yuuri, and being sexy or being silly didn't change that.

It was thoughts like that rolling through my head that made me whisper.

"I love you." In Russian.

Yuuri looked back at me, at I was surprised by the look on his face.

"What?" He asked, but his voice was oddly shaky.

I had planned to just smile but then he took a deep breath.

"I love you too."

I blinked.

"You knew what I said."

Yuuri blushed. "I don't speak Russian," He clarified. "But I've learned a few phrases here and there."

I raised an eyebrow. "Specifically that one?"

"Specifically," Yuuri agreed without any further clarification.

For a moment I'm was just baffled. Then I sucked in a breath.

Yuuri loved me?

Suddenly I was kissing him into the bed, my mouth sometimes jumping to other places all over his face and neck.

Yuuri giggled but kept his arms around me, holding me close.

"I love you Victor."

"I love you too Yuuri."

By the time we fell asleep that night, we were both exhausted.