Victuuri Shorts

Kisses

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Victor's POV
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    Yuri was usually caulm considering that he was going on the ice any minute.  When he first skated to In Regards, Eros, he was so nervous that I had to comfort him hours before the actual show.

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Flash back
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    “Yuri?  What's wrong??”

Yuri was on the floor before me, trembling.

    “I don’t know why I'm having troubles now, I've been skating for years!!”  Yuri said in a shakey voice. “I have to beat Yurio, because if I don’t..then that mean you...”  Yuri's voice trailed off. I crouch down besides him, placing a hand on his back. He flinched slightly at my touch but didn't seem any better.  His extremely anxious state made me remind myself of the skater I use to be.

    “Don't foucus on the bad things right now, you'll do great out there, we both know that,”  I say, giving him a small smile. Yuri glanced over at me, looked terrified. “Stop thinking and just let things happen, it'll be okay.”  I say, taking his hand in my mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Yuri took a deep breathe and then slowly let it out. We sat beside eachother which felt like a minute or two, Yuri staring off, lost in thought.  At last, he looked back at me.

    “Thanks, Victor.”  He said in a small voice, smiling.  “I really needed that.”

                                        ~Present Time~

    Yuri didn't exactly look me in the eye, but kept his gaze focused on the ice.

What should I tell him?  What does he need from me?

Slightly jealous that he wasn't giving me attention, I help him with his jacket, revealing his beautiful costume.  I pause to admire him before setting his jacket down.

    “Feeling ok?  Do you need water?”

    “No, I'm good.”

I stare at him for a moment, disapointed.

That's it?  Is he mad at me or what?

Yuri’s name was announced and he walked away onto the ice.

    “You can do this, Yuri!”  I shout.

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After Preformance
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Yuri was smiling when he came off the ice, which relieved me.  I didn't let him go any further until I gotten a hug from him.

    “That was a very beautiful preformance.  I'm very proud.” I say, hugging him.

    “Thanks.”

I recoil and catch myself having a little staring contest with him.  Yuri looks slightly puzzled. “What is it?”

I reach for a circular container and spin the lid off.

    “Your lips are looking a bit chapped.”  I say, applying Vaseline on my index finger.  Yuri faced me as I gently rubbed the cream onto his lips.  Suddenly, I got an idea, and without thinking I took the challenge.  I cup Yuri's face and he locks eyes with me, looking confused. Quickly leaning in, I give him a peck on the kiss him.  
One thing that I could never put a price on was his reaction.  For the first few seconds, he just stared back at me in disbelief and shock. Then his face went dark red and he stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.  At last, that apathetic trance Yuri was in was shattered and he was back to normal.

    “Welcome back.”  I say, rubbing in the Vaseline on my own lips.

    “Wh--why did y-you..??”

    “Hm? What's wrong?”  I tease gently, smiling. I left Yuri in shock and a huge group of people rushed up to him, asking him question.  A wide smile forms on my face.

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After Another Preformance
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    Yuri and I were in the Men's changing room, Yuri had preformed In Regards Eros on the ice.  I was proud, as always, but Yuri of course kept acting different before and after every preformance.  It worried me a little, especially this time. The way he looked at me before and after his program was a little unsettling.

    “I'm not really sure what you were trying to do back there.”  Yuri suddenly says, opening his locker up.

    “Huh?”

    “Kissing me in front of all those people.”

I'm not exactly prepared for him to comfortably come and say what he thought about me kissing him..

    “Oh, that.."

    “People think that we’re in a relationship and they suspect that we're fooling around.”

I grin.

    “Well, that's partially true.”  I say jokingly. “So, what's your point?”

Yuri had moved closer to me.

    “I think they're right.”

    “Is that so wrong?  To be in love?”

Yuri shook his head.  “What I mean to say is that I want to pitch in.”

     “What do you mean by that exactly?”

    “We got this far in our relationship, why not hold onto it and have some fun?”

Yuri looked up at me, a small, sly smile on his face.

Oh, he's playing this game now?  Well, I can't refuse..

I take a step forwards.  “How about it?”

     “It sounds like a plan.”  I say, giving the same smile back.  We both leaned in and break into a series of long, passionate kisses.  In the middle of all this, I reach over and unzip the back of Yuri's eros costume.  Yuri moaned softly in my ear as my hand gently grazed down his back.  I pulled back for a moment, a long strand of saliva breaking in between us.

I love you.