Starless Boys ☆ Yuri On Ice

Love

Two nights after the airport and I can't take it any more. I can't sleep.

My eyes stay wide even at 12am as I watch the sieling, spread out like a starfish on Yuuri's bed.

Groaning as I roll out of bed, I push the door open and approach the sofa, trying not to knock anything over in the dark. When I get there I feel around clumsily, eventually finding soft hair.

"Yuuri?" I whisper, crouching by him, hand still in his hair. I hear him shift, cough a few times, then prop himself up on one elbow.

"Yea?" he croaks, sounding rather hot. God.

"I can't sleep" I sound like a child as I whisper.

"Are you cold?"

"No. I can't sleep knowing you're uncomfortable on the sofa"

"Its not that bad. Go to bed Victor" his hair slips from my hand as he turns his back to me, curling up in a statement to get me to go away.

"Please can we swap?"

"No"

"Can we share?"

"What?"

"You take one side, I take the other. Is that alright?" He turns around again, sighing raspily.

"Will it get you to fall asleep?"

"Yes"

"Ok let's go" he reaches out to me, his fingers landing on my nose and almost poking out my eye. He tries again, finding my collar bone, then hooking around my forearm. I don't blush as I lead him to his bedroom. I don't.

"Ow!"

"What?" I panic immediatelly, hoping I didn't walk him straight into the corner of a table or something.

"I stubbed my toe on the door frame. Shit" I chuckle, not because its funny but because I know how much that hurts, we all do. I leave Yuuri there, hissing, to turn on the bedside lamp.

The sight of him causes me to snigger louder. He's taken to the floor, holding onto his foot and rocking back and forth like a traumatised child.

"Victor I'm going to die" he looks up at me with glassy eyes, biting his lip.

"You're not, get up" I grin at him, trying not to burst out laughing as a 24 year old man sits on his floor, wearing a thin top and shorts, holding his foot and awaiting his 'death'.

"I can't.  Help me" he stretches his arms to me, making grabby hands like an actual baby. I like tired Yuuri. He's adorable in a way he's never been during the day.

It's akward, and more hassle than its worth, but eventually I've got a hand under his thigh and another on his waist, carrying him to bed as he wraps tight around me. Every inhale comes straight from the base of his neck, he smells nice, like refreshing flowers and essences.

Inhales get heavier. I can still feel the fingers he trailed on my back almost a week ago. This is his entire body, all pressed up against me, so warm. And his thigh. My fingers sink right into it, it burns my hand in a scorching heat.

Too caught up, I overstep and we fall heavily onto the bed. Yuuri groans as I practically squash him.

"Well done"

"I carried you. Shut up"

Yuuri shuffles about, until his head is on a pillow; but to my suprise he doesn't move away, leaving me caged in his arms and legs, using his forearm as a pillow.

I wonder if I should say something. I don't really want to, I want to lie in Yuuri's warm protection forever.

"Yuuri?"

"Hm?" The sound rumbles calmimgly in his chest.

"What do you think about before you go to sleep?"

Wow Victor. Real smooth. You have a beautiful man in bed with you for the first time and that's what you ask.

"How on earth I manage to get hot men in my bed" I smile, maybe blush. That was smooth.  I should take notes.

"But seriously, I think about the next day, and what I can do so that it isn't wasted"

"What are you going to do tomorrow?"

"Go to work, make my customers happy. Then make you happy"

My chest squeezes suddenly. My eyes sting and my lip hurts when I bite on it. Without thought I drape my arm over him, holding on to the back of his top and inching closer, as if his body will hide how that made me feel.

I open my mouth and something insane almost comes out of it.

I love you.

How could I possibly? It's barely been three weeks. There's no way. What do I even know about him? Other than his unparalleled kindness, his desire to make others happy, his selflessness, the brightness of his smile, the power in his beautiful eyes.

"What makes me so important?" I whisper instead, trying desperately to catch my breath, to think straight and figure out the odd feeling in my heart.

"I like seeing you smile" 

That odd feeling; it explodes inside me, the shrapnel piercing my heart.

Love.