Are You Wearing Anything Under That?

We Do!

"How fast is that shithead?" Yuri questioned while storming down the hallway to Yuuri's room. Chris had been uncannily quiet since they had found Viktor but kept pace with Yuri and his mouth refused to form anything other than a smirk.

They made it to Yuuri's room, seeing a wet puddle on the mats outside his door but no sign of Viktor so Yuri knocked. "It's Yuri and Chris." After a second Phichit opened the door revealing himself and Yuuri walking towards the door close behind.

"Your boyfr-Otabek has Viktor." Phichit stated when he opened the door and both Yuri's rolled their eyes.

"Why does Otabek have him, do you know where they went?" Chris had finally spoken up; his smirk was completely gone as he was glared down by Yuuri.

"I am guessing he has taken Viktor back to his room where he belongs. Speaking of which, Yuri stay here, we need to get ready now. Chris go find Viktor and Otabek and make sure they get ready too, it's alright 12.30 and you boys need to leave by 1.45. Remember you have to text me once everyone is out of the house." After he finished speaking Yuuri turned on his heel and went towards the bathroom to get ready, after about 30 seconds they heard the sound of the water running.

"You guys are in trouuuuuuuble." Phichit snickered with his mouth over his cup. Every time Yuri had seen it today it appeared to be half full but the Thai boy continued to sway on the spot, apparently it wasn't even close to the same drink had been before.

"Shut up idiot." Yuri turned to Chris and stuck his thumb in the direction of Viktor's room behind him, "Better get going, Christopher." Yuri sneered before darting around Phichit into Yuuri's room. Phichit watched Yuri go before turning back to Chris and letting out a startled laugh.

"Yeah Christopher, better get going!" There was no malice in Phichit's voice, just light giggling to his words as he beamed at Chris before literally slamming it in his face with shrill laughter and Chris heard him. "Omg, I can't believe I just did that! Hehe!"

Chris sighed and trudged down the hallway to Viktor's room, pushing the door open to clothes, cups and a whining sound that made it clear Viktor was definitely here but where he was, that was another story. It was then Chris was met with dark eyes.

There, laying sideways on the bed, was Otabek with Viktor straddling his waist, body curled and still soaking wet, so he could smash his face into Otabek's chest. Otabek was staring straight at Chris, a hand soothing Viktor's head continued to stroke the older, weeping man.

"Ohh Viiiiiktor." Chris said his voice in a kind of sing-song that made Viktor flinch before he shook his head rapidly back and forth on Otabek's chest and continued to make a whining noise. "Viktor dear, what in the world is wrong? It's you wedding day nothing could-" but he didn't get to finish his sentence because Viktor let out a screech, sitting himself up with a hilariously large pout on his mouth but refusing to move from Otabek's waist, which apparently the young man didn't seem bothered by, when Chris flicked his eyes to Otabek's face, he merely shrugged.

"No! He won't marry me anymore!" Viktor wailed, throwing his hands over his eyes as he started to sob again. "I... I went to his room when I wasn't meant tooooooooo..." The 'to' was probably meant to continue but Viktor ran out of breath instead and flopped back onto Otabek's chest where Otabek's hand resumed stroking and soothing his head.

In a quiet voice Otabek starting talking, obviously having to repeat himself from earlier sentiments. "Viktor, I already told you, it's okay. You didn't see Yuuri, he didn't see you. He loves you so much, there isn't anything you could do to make him not want to marry you except not letting me help you get ready so we can go and get your two married."