Silver or Gold ( A Victurri Novel )

Tidal Wave

"Uhh..." I croak, the hand holding my boxers releases and they fall to the floor.

I snap into action and grab them, throwing them on as fast as I can and scrambling to find a sweatshirt to cover myself with.

"Yuri."

Victor calls my name, soft and warm. He looks at me with concern, as if his feelings are somehow hurt.

"Why are you so uncomfortable around me one minute, then cuddling into my body and sighing the next?"

He stands, reaching out and gently touching my neck with the back of his fingers.

"You confuse me and I don't know how to feel." He looks away. "Do you have feelings for me or not?"

The room is deafeningly silent.

My heart starts racing in my chest,

I can hear my blood pumping in my ears.

My idol is standing in front of me in nothing but underwear.

Oh my

He has...

He has tears in his eyes!

Victor...

Victor is crying and it's my fault!!

I push my hands the rest of the way through the sleeves of my sweater and step forward, holding him in a tight embrace.

"Y-" Victor startles, his tears falling onto my hair, his arms gripping at my sweatshirt.

My face is facing away from his, pressed against his chest.

All I can think about is his lover.

I can't ruin what they have.

I have to say something before it's too late.

"I can't." I choke, hugging him harder.

"I can't come between you and your lover." I begin to cry, my shoulders shaking.

"What are you talking about?!" Victor pushes me back by my shoulders and looks me in the eye, searching madly for answers.

"I- I saw him on your phone-" I choke, unable to look at his face.

Victor stops to think for a second, letting go of my shoulders and folding his arms.

Suddenly, he begins to laugh a hoarse and disbelieving laugh.

"Victor?!" I ask, humiliated for missing what must have been a joke.

"Y- Y- HAHAHAHAHAHA- YURI!" he laughs, looking at me with disbelief.

He grabs his phone from his coat pocket and turns it around, the picture of the poledancing man on full display.

I grabbed it from his hand and hold it up.

Now I'm mad.

"What's so funny?!" I furrow my brows and hot tears escape my eyes.

"Y- Yuri-" he gasps while wheezing, reaching for the phone. "You- you thought that that man is my secret lover?! THAT'S why you've been avoiding me?!" He laughs harder and leans against the wall, shaking his head.

"How much- ha! - how much of the banquet last year do you remember?"

I stop and think back, my mind fuzzy.

"Well... My coach made me go and I was so depressed I drank champagne until I left. I sat in a corner by myself and nobody really talked to me." I say, scratching the back of my neck.

Victor erupts with laughter, his eyes so wide he almost looks insane.

"YURI!!!" He yells, grabbing the phone and scrolling to a video of the man on the pole.

The man turns around, points at the camera and winks, grinding against the pole and blowing a kiss. Slipping off his tie and throwing it at Victor, who was behind the camera. Soon after that, the man struts forward and slowly unbuttons his white shirt, one button at a time, looking at Victor with bedroom eyes.

Someone else takes the camera and shows the whole scene.

I can't see his face... I need my glasses.

The man struts right up to Victor, climbs onto his lap, grabs his tie, and pulls him into a heated and heavy kiss.

The entire room gasps.

Pichit can be heard screaming in the background,

"OH MY GOSH!!! YURI KATSUKI JUST KISSED VICTOR NIKIFOROV!!!!"

Yuri Katsuki just- what?

NO.

OH MY- NO.

"WHAAAAT?!?!?" I scream, grabbing the phone and running across the room, slamming into the wall as I search frantically for the door handle.

I look down while running to see myself, tossing my shirt aside and grinding into Victor's lap.

NO!!!!!

Victor's face is so red!!! He's staring at me in the video with a lustfull expression. Drunk me grabs his hands and puts them on my- AHHHH! HE'S HOLDING MY ASS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE I KNOW!!!

Chris is in the background, screaming and taking his clothes off.

Oh no.

It just keeps getting worse!!!

I slide off of his lap and pull him to the dancefloor by his tie.

Thank God I still have pants on.

After watching us dance sensually for what feels like forever, I push him into a chair and grab another bottle of champagne, drinking it straight from the bottle, sitting on his lap. 

I suddenly throw my arms around him and say something, his face lights up in shock and he stares at me as if I struck him with lightning.

...

My pride is dying. I'm in underwear and a sweatshirt with no shoes and I'm hiding under the kitchen table in a suite across the hotel.

Victor was laughing so hard he couldn't run after me.

No wonder I've been treated so strangely by other skaters, they must think I'm a freak!!!

Poor Victor! This whole time he thought I remembered all of that?! No wonder he's been so... So...

Sexual!!!

I literally gave him a lap dance infront of everyone!!

I WANT TO DIE!!!!!