Victor x Yuri (yuri!!! On ice)

Morning in St. Petersburg

{More smut and some fluffy stuff too, you've been warned}

{Yuri's POV}

The cool air bit at the skin on my face and hands where they stuck out, exposed from under the blanket. Even with the heat cranked as high as it could go, the frozen St. Petersburg air still found its way into Victors tiny house.

I rolled onto my back and stretched out my sore arms above my head with a groan. Even though it was the off season, Victor still had me training and working out every day. I was surprised to find the rest of the bed empty, and slowly slid my eyes open. The room was filled with a soft glow as the light of the snowy day outside made its way in through the shear curtains that covered the windows.

I laid in the bed a bit longer, stretching my muscles, and enjoying the peacefulness of the morning and the sight of the snow falling outside. It was unusual for Victor to be up before me, so after a little while, I decided to get up and look for him.

I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders to protect me from the crisp air and stood up, venturing out of the bedroom, leaving the door open behind me to allow the heat to flow freely throughout the house. As soon as I left the room I was able to hear the shower running in the bathroom, and knew that must be where Victor went.

I decided I would join him, but first coffee. I walked down the short hall into the open-concept living room and kitchen. Coffee was already brewed in the pot, still warm, which meant that Victor couldn't have been up for long. I poured myself a cup and sat at the breakfast bar island sipping it as I stared out the window at the beautiful winter day.

There was a certain tranquility about St. Petersburg this time of year that was difficult to put into words. It felt as though the whole city was resting, patiently calm before the bustle of the warmer months. Almost like the world had taken a pause. I loved the feeling of serenity.

When I had finished my coffee I placed the mug in the sink, and walked back to the bedroom. I took off the blanket and laid it back on the bed. The air was still freezing, but not unbearable. I lazily removed my tshirt and sweatpants, blushing slightly at the small soft hickeys Victor had left on my abdomen, now fading reminders of activities from a few nights ago. I slid off my boxers and socks as well, now totally freezing in the cold, and made my way naked to the bathroom, where Victor was still showering.

Quietly, I pushed open the door, smiling as the steam from the shower began to thaw my frozen body. I silently shut the door behind me to keep the heat in and walked towards the shower without announcing my presence. I could see Victor in the shower, blurry through the shower curtain. His long lean form stretched out as he rinsed himself off, water running down his body before dripping to the drain. Simply the sight of him heated my blood. He looked graceful, even in stillness, and I took a minute simply to enjoy the sight.

Still without saying anything, I pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the shower. Victor turned and smiled coyly at me. The lack of surprise on his face made me blush, as it meant that he had heard me come into the bathroom and had known I was watching him from the other side of the curtain.

"Good morning, my love" he mused as he rinsed his hair, stretching backwards to do so. I looked his body up and down as he did, before reaching out my hand to run it along the muscles on his stomach. He opened his eyes at the feeling, clearly at least a little surprised by my action. He stood back up straight and shook out his hair as he took a step closer to me, so his face was hovering just above my head.

I looked up at him, allowing myself to get lost in the deep blue oceans of him eyes. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, staring into each others eyes and letting the warm water run over our bodies. Finally, he broke the calm by leaning down to close the small gap between us with a kiss. I leaning my body into his, relaxing as I let myself feel the sensations of his lips against mine, gentle and soft, yet hungry and demanding.