A Yuri!!! On Ice Love Story: After The Finals

~Chapter 2~

Viktor was shaken awake. He had been sleeping soundly, dreaming of gliding on the ice again, when he had been awoken. He looked up to see Yuuri hunched over him. Yuuri smiled. It was a soft, kind smile. "Finally, sleepy head. We're at the hotel." Yuuri said. Viktor smiled back, his smile light and mischevious. He sat up and looked out the window of their taxi cab at the overnight motel in front of them. He grabbed his bag and got out, followed by Yuuri. He payed the cabee and they walked into their hotel.

Viktor watched Yuuri's face closely as he checked in at the front counter. The man standing behind the counter walked away for a moment to get their room key. He saw Yuuri look over out of the corner of his eye and blush, his chocolatey brown eyes quickly darting away. "What?" Yuuri finally asked. Vimtor smirked. "Hmm?" He replied. Yuuri blushed harder. "Why are you looking at me?" Yuuri questioned. "Just observing." Viktor replied. "Your eyes are beautiful." He added.

Now Yuuri was red as a tomato. He sucked in air and muttered a "thank you" under his breath. The worker came back with their card and Yuuri quickly grabbed it before scuffling off for the elevator. Viktor was close behind, and he observed as Yuuri pressed the 'up' button on the elevator, bouncing on his heels as he waited for the shiny silver doors to open.

Yuuri stared sraight foreward as he waited, not looking at anything around him. He could see that Viktor had walked up to stand beside him out of his peripheral vision. He blushed and squinted his eyes in frustration. Why would Viktor say something like that?! The doors opened, and they walked in together before the metal surface shut behind them, temporarily closing them off from the outside world.
Yuuri removed his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes, resting his fingers on the bridge of his nose. He looks really uncomfortable... Viktor thought. "Yuuri?" He muttered softly as Yuuri was about to put his glasses back on. He stopped what he was doing and looked at Viktor.

Viktor blushed at the sight of the beautiful man without his glasses. Yuuri was quick to notice and smiled a bit, which only made Viktor blush more. "Yes?" Yuuri asked, waiting for the Russian to go on. "Oh, uh, when we get to the hotel, we should probably rest... before it gets too late and we aren't able to fall asleep." Viktor reasoned. Yuuri smirked. "Don't you start acting like such a model coach now, Viktor." He replied, quoting himself. Viktor couldn't help but laugh.

The elevator dinged and the door rattled open. They walked out and down the hall in silence. When they came to their room, Viktor unlocked it and they entered. To their left, their was a small table with a coffee dispenser and glass mugs. Beyond that, a small kitchen. To their right, the first door was the bathroom, small and square, with a toilet, sink, and shower. Then there was the two queen beds and a closet.

The two often ended up falling asleep in the same bed. Because of Yuuri's anxiety, he often gets overwhelmed at night when he is trying to sleep, so Viktor would just climb in bed with him for a while to calm him down. But 'a while' usually turned into 'the night', as Viktor always found it more comfortable falling asleep while cuddling with Yuuri than alone.

"Finally..." Yuuri breathed as he dropped his bags and bellyflopped onto one of the beds. Viktor laughed as he watched the sight. His whole wide world, laying peacfully on an uncomfortable hotel bed. Yuuri rolled over and took off his coat, then scooted up and got out his phone. Viktor took his coat off and settled himself on the other bed, his phone out as well. He clicked on 'Chris' in his contacts and began texting.

V: Chris!!!

C: What the hell do you want? It's 11 pm!

V: Sorry bud. But I did it!!!

C: You asked him?

V: Yes!

C: Finally. Took you long enough you dick-for-brains. He said yes I presume?