the stars in my sky/viktuuri

breakfast

smut warning!

*Yuuri

I woke up at 8:42 in the morning. Head pounding and body aching, I tried to stretch, but a shot of pain from my ass through my spine had my face in the white pillow, groaning. I lay there for a moment, pondering over what happened last night and why my pillow smelled like passion fruit before my eyes widened and I thew myself off the bed, shuffling as far away into the corner that the wall could take of me.

"Please, God, no," I whispered to myself as I looked around the room for a sign- any sign, that this was all a mistake. Nothing showed itself to me- the room was simply the bedroom of my best friend whom I've watched movies and played silly card games with, the bedroom of my best friend who took me in my first day of moving to a new country, the bedroom of my best friend who had offered me a beer last night, and another, and another until neither of us were sane.

I knew how weird we both got when drunk, but the aching in my butt and the cool air on my bare skin was enough to tell me that we had taken the whole "no-homo" thing to the next level. I stood up warily, my legs shaking in the cold of his bedroom, and my whole body shivered in the open. My clothes were nowhere to be seen, and neither was he, and hopefully he was gone and was waiting for me to leave on my own and avoid that last night ever happened. I walked around the room hesitantly, and after seeing no sign of the pair of Adidas sweatpants or grey t shirt I had arrived in, I simply wrapped the white sheet around me, and walked into the bathroom.

I went to reach for my toothbrush in the cabinet in which I had kept here after coming here every weekend for the past three years, but before I could, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror, and silently gasped.

My vision was blurry without my glasses, but I could see my hair sticking up in odd positions, obviously from being pulled on and grasped, my lips were dark red and slightly swollen, and purple-red-blue-pink bruises covered my whole body, starting from my jaw, down my collar, and in a straight line going down my stomach and to my V-line. I looked down to see them on my hips, the side and top of my ass, and planted in my inner thighs. They made me dizzy and slightly turned on, but mostly worried. I ran my hands down my face, groaning again, and brushed my teeth before dragging myself and my sheet out of the bedroom.

The cold white tiles of the living room tickled and nipped at the tough skin of my feet and made me wrap my blanket tighter around my bare body, huffing slightly. Makkachin, his dog, came running up to me, and I bent down to pet him slowly. A small, exhausted smile pulled at the corners of my mouth, but I was far too tired for it to reach my eyes. I was about to baby talk the dog when I heard an angelic sound come from the kitchen, which smelled of pancake batter and bacon. I rolled my eyes nonchalantly at his singing, but my heart was pounding harder than it ever has before, and my fingers were shaking as they scratched behind Makkachin's ears.

I strolled over to the entrance of the kitchen, and stopped in the doorway, taking in the view. There stood my best friend, one of my only friends, attempting to make pancakes as his golden voice called heaven to the earth, in a white apron and black briefs, no shirt to be found. His hair was swept into different directions, and he stood tall, his back muscles shining in the light pouring from the window.

That's when I saw them, and my eyes went wide.

Long, crimson sunset red and baby soft pink scratches ran up and down his back, from the tips of his shoulder blades down to where I couldn't see, past his underwear. I clutched my sheet tightly. I... did that? I gulped, and quietly walked over to where he stood, and gently ran my finger down one of the scratches, in the middle of his back, travelling down his spine, and stopped when my fingertip hit his briefs.