Left Behind

Chapter 8

Yuuri spent the fourth day of their trip in the hotel by himself. Room service brought him breakfast around 8:30 am at the request of Viktor who had already left for the ice rink. After he had eaten he took an hour long bath, enjoying the soothing feel of the slightly steaming water on his skin. After his bath Yuuri had decided to read out on their balcony dressed in simple sweatpants and a T-shirt.

Around noon room service had brought up lunch which he had enjoyed outside. He had spent his time after lunch enjoying some game shows on TV that he couldn't really understand.

By the time dinner was rolled in once again by room service Yuuri was restless. Viktor wouldn't be home till past twelve so Yuuri had six hours to kill. He didn't want to sleep, but he knew that eventually he would have to since tomorrow was the Exhibition Gala. The Gala... Yuuri felt a chill run through him at the thought.

He wasn't prepared for it, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to leave the hotel room. He had brought a full suit with him though since he was going, he was viktor's plus one, he had too. Yuuri pulled out the book he had been reading previously on the balcony of their room and continued where he left off hoping that time would pass quickly.

Viktor Returned as Yuuri was on the second to last chapter of his book. Viktor walked into the room, his feet dragging across the floor, and an exhausted expression on his face.

Viktor went over to their suitcases and pulled out a pair of plaid pajama pants, stripping himself of his tie, dress shirt, and pants before pulling the soft fabric on. Yuuri placed his book down after marking his page, opening his arms for Viktor to fall into after crawling onto the bed. Yuuri cradled Viktor's head in his hands, Viktor closing his and opening his eyes slowly.

"How was today?" Yuuri asked softly, running his fingers through Viktors hair soothingly.

"Fine..." Viktor mumbled, suddenly pushing himself up with his arms. Viktor captured Yuuri's lips delicately, his head pushing forward causing Yuuri's to go back and lightly bump the headboard. "Yuuri... Please..." Viktor mumbled against the small man's pink lips, heat radiating from his body. Yuuri nodded, feeling Viktor's warmth stir something in him. Viktor sat back as Yuuri removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor. The two locked themselves in a kiss as they slid down the headboard.

Viktor hovered over Yuuri's sprawled out body as a blush crept up onto his face. The situation presented before him, that being a equally red in the faced Yuuri, was certainly trying to his weary mind.

"V-Vitya?" Yuuri's voice was small, but inviting; his eyes lidded and breath quick. Victor audibly gulped causing an eruption of giggles to come from Yuuri. Yuuri raised his left hand and cupped Viktors cheek; his hand felt cold in comparison to the Russians warm cheeks. Viktor suddenly gasped as he felt a hand creep down his bare chest.

When did Yuuri move his other hand?

A sensation not so foreign to the foreigner shot up Viktors spine as a small moan broke through his tightly closed lips. Yuuri leaned up and pecked the silver haired man's lips, his left hand never leaving his cheek.

Viktor felt all rational leave his mind as Yuuri continued to push him back. Viktor covered his mouth with one of the hands that was supporting his weight as he felt Yuuri's mouth on him, his pants pushed down to his thighs. His other hand that held him up trembled, his hips following, as pleasure took over Viktor.

Yuuri lifted his head, a sultry look on his face. Viktor ran a thumb over Yuuri's bottom lip, a sense of dominance surprising him. The younger brought his hands up to Viktor's face and brought him in for a slow, tender kiss, the atmosphere of the room growing with desire.

Yuuri brought Viktor down with him, their positions mirroring how it all began. Viktor placed light kisses across Yuuri's collar causing Yuuri to giggle.

"I love you so much Yuuri." Viktor breathed out, a small smile spreading on Yuuri's face. Viktor made his way down Yuuri's body, exploring the familiar canvas before him. Viktor's lips made it to Yuuri's hips causing the dark haired male to shiver as his boxers were carefully pulled down his thin legs and discarded to the side.

Gentle kisses peppered Yuuri's thighs as Viktor gazed across his lover's body, His pale skin engraved in The Russians memory. Viktor's hands traveled the length of Yuuri's legs, his touch intoxicating Yuuri's mind, and finally settling in their original destination.

Yuuri let out a small squeak causing Viktor to chuckle. Yuuri felt each small movement of Viktor's hands, practically melting from the heat between his legs. A satisfied expression danced across Viktor's face as he watched his lover beneath him, a blushing and panting mess, all at his cause.

Yuuri lifted an arm up and rested it across his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy. Viktor pulled his hand away causing Yuuri to move his arm from his face; glossy, mocha eyes meeting ocean blue ones. Viktor kissed up Yuuri's body, placing one last kiss onto Yuuri's lips before joining their bodies.

The rest of the night was full of shutters and pants, kisses and embraces, love and intimacy, as the two held each other close till the first morning sunlight shown through their curtains.

The two awoke that morning pressed against each other, naked skin to naked skin. They smiled at each other lazily deciding to sleep longer since the Gala wouldn't be till later. Today they would spend time together, the company of just them.