Thank goodness. It's only been minutes, but those minutes spent at a hard simmer have left him antsy, everything feeling a little too sharp, a little too clear, steps quick and sure away from whatever questions he might have left hanging, or answers he might have left unfinished. They don't matter. Even in the cold hall of the arena, the air feels thick with electricity.
Everything has changed. He doesn't know how, or why, or what that expression on Yuri's face is, or how that flip made its way onto the ice, but he doesn't care, they have hours to figure that out. Days. And all of his questions get swallowed again at the sight of Yuri's face.
He thinks he offers some sort of farewell –– a smile and a wave, maybe –– but he forgets it instantly once he gets to Yuri's side and slips an arm around him, gloved hand curling fondly around his upper arm. "Good, let's go."
Impatience beating at him like bird wings on glass, another of those new thrills running deliciously down his arm and along his back and stomach just to have Yuri here again, under his arm, close enough to bump sides. Even if close enough isn't close enough. Not now that he's been closer, enough to see the specks of gold and black in Yuri's eyes, enough to watch as blood filled his cheeks in a shy and brilliant flush. "I don't want to share you, anymore."
Not with reporters. Not with skaters. Not with friends or fans. Minako is here somewhere, but he doesn't even want to stop for her.
(Don't you want to come with me?)
He's not even going to ask it, like saying the words might be tempting fate, and anyway, Yuri kissed him. Finally. If awkwardly, and uncertainly, but he didn't run and he didn't shove Victor away and he didn't tell Victor to stop, and he did Victor's flip. Told him not to apologize.
Yuri can be as shy and uncertain as he wants, as long as he doesn't go back to saying no, no, no, no, no, as long as he doesn't go back to saying this isn't what he wants from Victor. The rest are fuzzy details that can be worked out later, in their own time, and Victor has every intention of doing exactly that.
Stepping through the sliding glass doors, and out into the Shanghai evening, that's as sparkling as he feels, and it's about all he can do to not just pull Yuri in to the nearest shadow and try that again –– but Yuri, who has twice now warned him about people watching, probably wouldn't appreciate it. No matter how impatient Victor might be, no matter how long he's waited, and how little interest he has in waiting any longer, or how little he cares who sees or knows.
He loves Yuri. That's not a secret, and hasn't been for longer than he probably wishes were true. "You certainly made an impression on everyone tonight. Now everyone knows what I do: you stole all their hearts, too."
But he's smiling, because Yuri may have made the world love him tonight, but Victor is the one he's with. "I'm almost a little jealous."
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Date: 2017-04-12 04:19 pm (UTC)Everything has changed. He doesn't know how, or why, or what that expression on Yuri's face is, or how that flip made its way onto the ice, but he doesn't care, they have hours to figure that out. Days. And all of his questions get swallowed again at the sight of Yuri's face.
He thinks he offers some sort of farewell –– a smile and a wave, maybe –– but he forgets it instantly once he gets to Yuri's side and slips an arm around him, gloved hand curling fondly around his upper arm. "Good, let's go."
Impatience beating at him like bird wings on glass, another of those new thrills running deliciously down his arm and along his back and stomach just to have Yuri here again, under his arm, close enough to bump sides. Even if close enough isn't close enough. Not now that he's been closer, enough to see the specks of gold and black in Yuri's eyes, enough to watch as blood filled his cheeks in a shy and brilliant flush. "I don't want to share you, anymore."
Not with reporters. Not with skaters. Not with friends or fans. Minako is here somewhere, but he doesn't even want to stop for her.
(Don't you want to come with me?)
He's not even going to ask it, like saying the words might be tempting fate, and anyway, Yuri kissed him. Finally. If awkwardly, and uncertainly, but he didn't run and he didn't shove Victor away and he didn't tell Victor to stop, and he did Victor's flip. Told him not to apologize.
Yuri can be as shy and uncertain as he wants, as long as he doesn't go back to saying no, no, no, no, no, as long as he doesn't go back to saying this isn't what he wants from Victor. The rest are fuzzy details that can be worked out later, in their own time, and Victor has every intention of doing exactly that.
Stepping through the sliding glass doors, and out into the Shanghai evening, that's as sparkling as he feels, and it's about all he can do to not just pull Yuri in to the nearest shadow and try that again –– but Yuri, who has twice now warned him about people watching, probably wouldn't appreciate it. No matter how impatient Victor might be, no matter how long he's waited, and how little interest he has in waiting any longer, or how little he cares who sees or knows.
He loves Yuri. That's not a secret, and hasn't been for longer than he probably wishes were true. "You certainly made an impression on everyone tonight. Now everyone knows what I do: you stole all their hearts, too."
But he's smiling, because Yuri may have made the world love him tonight, but Victor is the one he's with. "I'm almost a little jealous."