Vanilla Pudding

Chapter 1

Yuri Katsuki, twenty-four-year-old world class figure skater-and occasional errand boy for a spoiled Russian legend-sprang explosively through the entryway of Yutopia, his home and family business, panting wildly. The inn was filled with darkness, as it was far later than any decent person would typically be awake. Yuri, however, was not bound by such a typical schedule. Especially when Victor wanted something he didn't have.

This time it was pudding.

He wanted vanilla pudding.

Yuri shook his head, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. It wasn't as if Victor was commanding him to go to such lengths as to make special trips at ungodly hours of the night. No. Yuri just liked pleasing him.

Even if it meant taking a midnight jog to obtain a simple container of vanilla pudding.

This time Yuri did smile as he made his way up towards the room they had reserved for his needy coach. However, as he neared the room, he paused.

Was that his name he was hearing? It seemed a bit muffled, but...

Curious, Yuri picked up his pace, pudding cups clutched safely in his hands.

"Yuri!"

It was his name.

Victor was calling him, and it sounded serious.

Suddenly apprehensive, Yuri raced the rest of the way to his destination, throwing the door open without consideration. The sight that greeted him was completely unexpected.

There he was, the silver-haired god that called himself Yuri's coach, lavishly sprawled out upon the small white couch.

Naked.

Oh, so naked.

Heat rose quickly and encompassed Yuri's entire being. Of course, Yuri had seen Victor naked before.. But this…

The Russian skater's eyes were closed, his mouth parted just slightly enough to let escape the occasional moan. There was a slight flush to his already pale cheeks. His hair was damp, slicked back in a playful disarray.

He was also wearing a pair of earbuds.

Which was why he apparently hadn't noticed the frozen Japanese man standing in his doorway.

Yuri was shaken out of his reverie as another noise slipped through Victor's moist lips.

"Yuri!" His name was punctuated by a rapid motion originating from Victor's pelvis.

The dark-haired man flushed anew as he gaped blatantly at the older skater, who was fondling himself with a delicate touch.

Yuri stared, captivated, as Victor's graceful, nimble hand continued to slide up and down his member. Every little sound that escaped the Russian's mouth sent shivers down Yuri's spine, and other, less welcome sensations, even farther down. Eventually, Yuri himself had to shut his own eyes, just to try to convince himself to turn around and leave Victor to his business.

Once Yuri was sure he could muster the motivation to walk away from such a sight, he let his eyes flutter back open.

A pair of deep blue orbs stared back at him.

Victor was smiling. "What are you doing over there, Yuri?"