Except he wasn't really acting in capacity as coach just then, was he? It was more like...
Well, this. More like this. Just the two of them, without worrying who is coach and who is skater, who gives the orders and who obeys. Companions. (Lovers?)
As Yuri's coach, Victor should be the one taking care of him. But how does that work like this? When he's just Victor, and he needs something, too?
If Yuri want him to stay Yuri's coach until he retires, they'll have to figure that out –– but not tonight. He pauses in pressing kisses to the thin, warm skin at the crook of Yuri's neck, and settles his chin there instead, cheek pressing against the side of Yuri's neck, temple against his jaw, while Yuri leans into him. Not quite relaxed, but maybe beginning to get there, as the girl on the screen is replaced first by a series of logos and then the silver-medal ice dancing team. Their exhibition is cheery and sweet, the sort of thing they can't always get away with during competition, but it's charming, fun, light-hearted. He can see why they medaled; they have real chemistry, trust in every synchronized step.
The screen is tiny and the sound isn't great, but he likes this better than watching it on the big television downstairs, or even live. If they were at the rink right now, he wouldn't be able to curl around Yuri like this, as if Yuri were a heat source and he's a half-frozen lizard trying to keep warm.
(Of course, if they were at the rink right now, it would probably be because Yuri medaled and was heading out to skate Stammi Vicino.)
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Date: 2017-08-05 03:19 pm (UTC)"It wasn't what a coach should do."
Except he wasn't really acting in capacity as coach just then, was he? It was more like...
Well, this. More like this. Just the two of them, without worrying who is coach and who is skater, who gives the orders and who obeys. Companions. (Lovers?)
As Yuri's coach, Victor should be the one taking care of him. But how does that work like this? When he's just Victor, and he needs something, too?
If Yuri want him to stay Yuri's coach until he retires, they'll have to figure that out –– but not tonight. He pauses in pressing kisses to the thin, warm skin at the crook of Yuri's neck, and settles his chin there instead, cheek pressing against the side of Yuri's neck, temple against his jaw, while Yuri leans into him. Not quite relaxed, but maybe beginning to get there, as the girl on the screen is replaced first by a series of logos and then the silver-medal ice dancing team. Their exhibition is cheery and sweet, the sort of thing they can't always get away with during competition, but it's charming, fun, light-hearted. He can see why they medaled; they have real chemistry, trust in every synchronized step.
The screen is tiny and the sound isn't great, but he likes this better than watching it on the big television downstairs, or even live. If they were at the rink right now, he wouldn't be able to curl around Yuri like this, as if Yuri were a heat source and he's a half-frozen lizard trying to keep warm.
(Of course, if they were at the rink right now, it would probably be because Yuri medaled and was heading out to skate Stammi Vicino.)
"They look like they're having fun."