First (Victuuri)

First

They ended the piece standing face to face, barely a breath between them.

Blue never leaving brown, brown never leaving blue.

It was as if the world around them disappeared, leaving the two skaters frozen in trance. Thunderous applause coming from every direction is what finally broke them apart.
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"We did it! We really did it!" The younger, dark haired skater repeated over and over again as they made their way home.

"Yes, Yuri," the older, silver haired skater said with a laugh," we took gold! You've said the tens of thousands of times already.

"Just thirteen actually."

"Well I'm glad you're happy, I like when you smile." Victor said with a small smile of his own, his eyes softening as they looked at Yuri fondly.

All the attention caused a small blush to spread across Yuri's face, rendering him speechless.

A few moments later a small, but confident voice can be heard saying," I like when you're happy too."

Yuri's small statement caused Viktor's heart to melt, and fall deeper in love with man beside him. Without thinking, Viktor reached out and took Yuri's hand.

Startled by the action Yuri snapped his head to look at the intertwined hands, but made no move to untangle them.

Once inside, Viktor led Yuri to his room and had them both sit on the bed.

"Yuri there's is something I have to tell you." The silver haired man said seriously, looking directly at the younger man.

This caused Yuri to panic and his anxiety to take full force. Oh no, what if he doesn't want to be my figure skating partner or coach anymore? I know we just won gold together, but did he find someone better? Did I do something? Is he going to leave me? What if-

"Yuri, look at me." Viktor's hand moved under Yuri's chin, forcing him to look Viktor in the eyes. "I'm not going to leave you, and don't ever think I will. As I was saying, I have something to tell you...." Viktor trailed off, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically nervous.

"I love you."

Silence. Silence followed Viktor's statement.

Yuri was frozen, unable to think clearly or even move.

He..he.....he loves me? The man I have idolize for years and never thought I would ever get to meet, who then became my coach, loves me?

As if on instinct, Yuri surged forward, placing his lips on the man that loves him.

Eyes wide open Viktor is shocked at Yuri's boldness, but kisses him back.

The kiss was short, but passionate.

Realizing what he's done Yuri starts to panic," I'm sorry..... I just.... it felt...."

Viktor stopped the stuttering Yuri by placing a tender kiss on his lips.

"Don't apologize, it was nice." A smile creeping on to his face.

Realizing how ridiculous he was being, Yuri calmed down and just stared at the beautiful man in front of him, soaking him all in. The way his fringe fell into his clear blue eyes, the shape of his nose, his strong jaw, how lean his body was. Little did Yuri know Viktor was starting right back.