Yuri sits, but he’s still sitting too far away, and there’s no reason Victor can think of for it. The room is dim with the light of a single table lamp, and the house is quiet, and finally, for the first time in days, there’s nothing between them. No countries, no walls, no need to be appropriate or hold back, no gear shift, no bulky winter jackets. Just them.
And Yuri’s not even touching him.
That’s not how this goes. Even before they left for Shanghai, Yuri hadn’t been this careful around him, hadn’t gauged his distance perfectly to make sure no part of him is touching any part of Victor, hadn’t been tense and uncomfortable when clambering onto this bed to talk about the programs or watch videos or listen to music or make and go over notes. And everything since then…
Victor has never been a patient man, and over the last few days, he’s hit his limit. If there were a reason –– but there’s not, there’s only them, so his arm snakes out to wrap around Yuri’s waist as he pushes back towards the headrest and tugs Yuri towards him. Towards his shoulder, chest, lap –– wherever Yuri ends up, as long as Victor can wrap his arms around him and not let go. “Don’t sit so far away.”
Plaintive, muffled into the curve of Yuri’s neck once Victor can haul him close enough for it, close enough to wrap one arm around Yuri’s front and the other around his back and wonder if maybe he might be able to get Yuri to sit in front of him and lean back so Victor can feel like his legs are getting involved, too. “I missed you."
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Date: 2017-08-05 01:18 pm (UTC)Yuri sits, but he’s still sitting too far away, and there’s no reason Victor can think of for it. The room is dim with the light of a single table lamp, and the house is quiet, and finally, for the first time in days, there’s nothing between them. No countries, no walls, no need to be appropriate or hold back, no gear shift, no bulky winter jackets. Just them.
And Yuri’s not even touching him.
That’s not how this goes. Even before they left for Shanghai, Yuri hadn’t been this careful around him, hadn’t gauged his distance perfectly to make sure no part of him is touching any part of Victor, hadn’t been tense and uncomfortable when clambering onto this bed to talk about the programs or watch videos or listen to music or make and go over notes. And everything since then…
Victor has never been a patient man, and over the last few days, he’s hit his limit. If there were a reason –– but there’s not, there’s only them, so his arm snakes out to wrap around Yuri’s waist as he pushes back towards the headrest and tugs Yuri towards him. Towards his shoulder, chest, lap –– wherever Yuri ends up, as long as Victor can wrap his arms around him and not let go. “Don’t sit so far away.”
Plaintive, muffled into the curve of Yuri’s neck once Victor can haul him close enough for it, close enough to wrap one arm around Yuri’s front and the other around his back and wonder if maybe he might be able to get Yuri to sit in front of him and lean back so Victor can feel like his legs are getting involved, too. “I missed you."