Spice [NaNoWriMo 2023 Winner]

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The second hotel stay was a bit more entertaining, Victor was informed that the couch would pull out into a bed so there was no need to move them. Otabek insisted that he was intruding so he would take the couch, Victor countered that he wasn't the athlete and Otabek needed the other bed. Yuri said someone could share and Victor raised a brow at him.

"Yeah I knew that wasn't going to work," Yuri shrugged,

"You sprawl in your sleep, Yura, I don't even know how YOU manage to stay on your bed," Victor teased, "I'll take the couch you two get the beds."

"Alright then, but you can at least have the shower first," Otabek offered and Victor had no arguments there and claimed the bathroom immediately. The water was chilled and the showerhead cheap but it was nice to get his hair washed and the day's drive cleaned away. He could hear Otabek and Yuri in the hotel room chatting, both excited in their own way about finals. Otabek was an Olympian if memory served him right, so Yuri could learn a few things from him.

Victor got himself dried off and changed into something comfortable before releasing the bathroom to the next person. Otabek switched places and Victor climbed up on the bed to sit with Yuri and their pets.

"So, what were you two talking about?" Victor asked with a yawn.

"His DJ work," Yuri said, "He picks up gigs when he's in town for competition, and then when he's on his bike traveling."

"Wow, talented man," Victor praised and chuckled as Yuri blushed, trying to hide himself behind his hair. Victor reminded himself that he would not pry into their relationship and pulled out his phone so he could update Yakov and Yuuri on his location.

Yuuri sent him a picture of Vicchan in his carrier looking both ill and pleased with himself. Victor called him up immediately,

"Is he okay?!" Victor asked when Yuuri answered and he could hear the panic in Yuuri's voice as he spoke.

"I don't know, he ate something at home and threw up all over the kitchen, it was a nasty smell and colour so I'm taking him in," Yuuri said as the younger Yuri pressed close to Victor to listen in.

"He looks awfully happy about life," Victor commented, "Maybe he picked something off the table or a plant?"

"Dad said he could have gotten into the garden or into a cabinet. We don't leave pesticides or poisons on the floor or anything, he could have also just choked on something and wretched it up," Yuuri explained, sounding like he was convincing himself more than Victor.

"Everything will be fine, Yuuri, keep us updated though, alright?" Victor said.

"You and everyone else, I'm at the vet now, so I'll call you back," Yuuri said and hung up, both Yuri and Victor sharing a worried glance.

"Something happen?" Otabek asked when he came out of the shower, dressed in a comfortable looking T-shirt and low riding PJ pants.

"Katsuki's dog got into something," Yuri explained, "He looks proud of himself though, so I'm sure he's fine."

"Hope he's okay," Otabek spoke, "Shower is free."

"Thanks," Yuri hopped off the bed and headed for the much needed shower. There was an awkward silence for a while before Victor spoke up.

"I know you like him," He said, "I can see it."

"I know," Otabek said, "I know he's interested too."

"Oh?" Victor tilted his head and Otabek sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm not good with people, I don't like people, I'm pretty introverted. My only other friends are JJ and Isabella. I've been watching Yuri since he's been on the ice. I don't know, it almost seems obsessive, he didn't mind when I told him."