Falling For You: A Victuri Story

Chapter 12: Pillow Talk, a Confession

Viktor

Yuri lies in my bed with the grace and holiness of an angel. His skin is damp and luminous, his lips are a soft pink, and his midnight-black hair hangs across his forehead. I watch over this boy who I met only a few days ago. The boy who blew my mind with his skating prowess, who makes me remember why I fell in love with ice skating each time I watch his agile body dance on the ice, and who is so shy at one moment and then bold the next. He is an enigma and I am enticed by him. I want to know what drives his passions, what thoughts run through his mind, and... what he's like in a relationship.

I trace Yuri's forehead with the back of my hand. "Will you ever tell me your secrets?" I whisper, believing he is still asleep.

His long eyelashes spread open and his brown eyes come to rest on my face with lucidity.

"Yuri." I am caught in his gaze. "Your fever is gone. How do you feel?"

"I feel wonderful. Thank you for everything you've done to take care of me, Viktor."

His gratitude warms my heart. But part of me feels guilty. Perhaps I was the reason he fell sick in the first place. I was too rough with him, I let his body be exposed to the cold.

Ashamed, I draw my hand away from his forehead and look down at the sheets.

Yuri shifts in bed. He sits up and places his hand over mine.

"Viktor, we need to talk."

***

Yuri

Wisps of steam curl out of the mug and fill the living room with a peppermint aroma. I take the mug that Viktor holds out to me and thank him. He sits beside me with his own mug of tea placed on the coffee table before us. I am at one end of the couch and he is at the other. I am reminded of how only two days ago we sat exactly here and I could barely resist the temptation to kiss him.

Viktor tells me that after taking the medicine, I slept for the entire day. I blush. I had felt unabashedly bold when I teased him with the view of my fingers pushing the suppository into my ass. But now I was hesitant and wondered, what would happen between us now?

"Yuri, I'm so sorry. Your fever was my fault, I pushed your body beyond its limits and exposed you to the cold," Viktor apologizes.

His words sadden me. "Are telling me that you're sorry we had sex?" I try to prevent my voice from trembling.

"No!" He springs forward on the couch, drawing nearer to me. Then he seems ashamed of his outburst and draws back. "Since the moment I met you, I've enjoyed every moment that we've spent together." His cheeks tint red and he runs a hand through his disheveled silver hair. "Including last night." 

Our eyes hold each other for a long moment, captivated, curious, wondering what the other person is thinking.

Then Viktor says something I never thought I'd hear him say during my lifetime.

"Yuri, there's something about you that fascinates me. At first, it was just your impressive figure skating. Then your adorable personality and the distant, dreaming gaze that lights your eyes every so often. And the way that you are just so damn sexy."

Heat creeps up my neck uncontrollably. He finds me sexy. Encouraged, I want to confess how I came to desire him years ago. But first I must let him finish saying what's on his mind.

"Yuri, I can't possibly think of you anymore as just a classmate or team mate or buddy. I want to get to know you better, and being friends won't be enough for me. I know this is soon so I want you to take all the time you need and think carefully about what I'm going to ask you. I'll accept your answer, whatever it is." He pauses. My breath hitches in anticipation and my fingers curl around the mug handle. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Hey everyone! I really missed writing this story. It's crazy, I started it years ago but now I'm having more fun writing it than ever. A special thanks to yurikatsukiscumrag and Uwuwolfie for your kind comments!