The wince hasn't escaped his notice, and neither has the way Yuri's been favoring that side, and while Victor can't go back and fix the jump (done without practice, without a jump harness, apparently without thought) and keep him from slamming the ice, he can still help now. Right?
It's helpful when he pauses walking to step in front of Yuri, arm sliding from around his shoulders, hand wandering down his arm to cover Yuri's over the handle of that bag, while the other slips beneath Yuri's chin and tilts it up towards Victor's face. Helpful to steal the bag's handle away from him, while distracting him by leaning in close enough to bump the tip of his nose, eyes gone hooded and hazy. "But once we fix that, you'll win the next gold for sure."
Just like he'd told the cameras, and the world. Pure confidence in everything from the way he takes hold of the roller bag's handle to the way he leans close enough to brush his lips against Yuri's, with a smile that manages to be both sly and fond.
What was that about other people? He forgets. It's not important, anyway. Nothing is, or could be, except tempting Yuri's attention back to him in every way he'd thought was impossible, and he can't think of a single good reason not to flirt with Yuri, who did his jump and looked at him like that and really needs to be getting back on the correct program, now that they're out of the arena.
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The wince hasn't escaped his notice, and neither has the way Yuri's been favoring that side, and while Victor can't go back and fix the jump (done without practice, without a jump harness, apparently without thought) and keep him from slamming the ice, he can still help now. Right?
It's helpful when he pauses walking to step in front of Yuri, arm sliding from around his shoulders, hand wandering down his arm to cover Yuri's over the handle of that bag, while the other slips beneath Yuri's chin and tilts it up towards Victor's face. Helpful to steal the bag's handle away from him, while distracting him by leaning in close enough to bump the tip of his nose, eyes gone hooded and hazy. "But once we fix that, you'll win the next gold for sure."
Just like he'd told the cameras, and the world. Pure confidence in everything from the way he takes hold of the roller bag's handle to the way he leans close enough to brush his lips against Yuri's, with a smile that manages to be both sly and fond.
What was that about other people? He forgets. It's not important, anyway. Nothing is, or could be, except tempting Yuri's attention back to him in every way he'd thought was impossible, and he can't think of a single good reason not to flirt with Yuri, who did his jump and looked at him like that and really needs to be getting back on the correct program, now that they're out of the arena.
"You got me. Isn't that almost as good?"