He hasn't been a real believer in years, but the elevator arriving right now seems like the hand of God itself reaching down to help him out, because Yuri has only mumbled one word at him in the last five minutes, and it was in Japanese, and it was just to be polite about him keeping to door open, and really the last thing he wants right now is for Yuri to curl up into himself like a confused and sulky hedgehog.
Not that he looks sulky. Or confused, even. But there is a distinct air as of invisible bricks going up between them, and that's probably Victor's fault for kissing him in public –– twice –– and not quite knowing what to say about it without giving in to the desire to just flirt. (But who could really blame him, when Yuri is just so! Cute! anyway?)
So the soft ding of the arriving elevator is a relief, and when no one else rushes to get on and ruin everything, it seems like a sign from the heavens above. It's not the room, locked and private, but it'll do for now, for Victor to lean Yuri's bag against the wall, and reach for Yuri's hand to tug him gently across that space he doesn't want growing between them. Not anymore. Not after everything. Space is the last thing he needs or wants. "Yuri, come here."
It's not the full body tackle onto the ice, or pushing Yuri gently but irrevocably into a door, or even getting in his way on the sidewalk: it's coaxing, a question and not a command. Free hand lifting to smooth back a piece of Yuri's bangs that fell into his face once the sweat of performing melted the gel away. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
A little. He doesn't care what people see or know, but Yuri has never been as comfortable with attention as he is, tends to shrink away under it like a mouse faced with a flashlight. "I just didn't want to wait any more."
The very concept is impossible, inconceivable. How could he, why would he, who could possibly have resisted the temptation?
But Yuri is sensitive, and Yuri is shy, and Yuri has never had the relationship with the world and the public that he has, so he probably shouldn't have teased so much. It's just difficult to remember, when suddenly everything is possible that was never supposed to happen to begin with.
Anyway, his smile is as appealing and winsome as he knows how to be. "Can you forgive me?"
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Date: 2017-04-13 01:32 pm (UTC)Not that he looks sulky. Or confused, even. But there is a distinct air as of invisible bricks going up between them, and that's probably Victor's fault for kissing him in public –– twice –– and not quite knowing what to say about it without giving in to the desire to just flirt. (But who could really blame him, when Yuri is just so! Cute! anyway?)
So the soft ding of the arriving elevator is a relief, and when no one else rushes to get on and ruin everything, it seems like a sign from the heavens above. It's not the room, locked and private, but it'll do for now, for Victor to lean Yuri's bag against the wall, and reach for Yuri's hand to tug him gently across that space he doesn't want growing between them. Not anymore. Not after everything. Space is the last thing he needs or wants. "Yuri, come here."
It's not the full body tackle onto the ice, or pushing Yuri gently but irrevocably into a door, or even getting in his way on the sidewalk: it's coaxing, a question and not a command. Free hand lifting to smooth back a piece of Yuri's bangs that fell into his face once the sweat of performing melted the gel away. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."
A little. He doesn't care what people see or know, but Yuri has never been as comfortable with attention as he is, tends to shrink away under it like a mouse faced with a flashlight. "I just didn't want to wait any more."
The very concept is impossible, inconceivable. How could he, why would he, who could possibly have resisted the temptation?
But Yuri is sensitive, and Yuri is shy, and Yuri has never had the relationship with the world and the public that he has, so he probably shouldn't have teased so much. It's just difficult to remember, when suddenly everything is possible that was never supposed to happen to begin with.
Anyway, his smile is as appealing and winsome as he knows how to be. "Can you forgive me?"