Drive - Chapter 2 - by proantagonist
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A Victuuri road trip fic.
“What is Victor doing here, Phichit? I’m freaking out.”
Without waiting for a response, Yuuri goes into the bathroom for the eightieth time in search of something he didn’t find the first seventy-nine visits. A moment later, he comes back into the bedroom with empty hands.
Phichit’s dark eyes dance with amusement.
For someone who keeps protesting having dinner with his idol, Yuuri sure has gotten dressed in a hurry. He looks good, too—wearing black slacks and a vivid blue, button-down shirt he had to borrow from Phichit because he neglected to pack anything other than casualwear. The shirt is more fitted on Yuuri, the fabric stretching across the curves of his chest before gathering attractively at his waist. He’s put on a few pounds in the last two weeks thanks to some nervous eating habits, but the weight looks good on him, rounding out his cheeks (all four of them) with a bit of padding.
“Obviously, he likes you,” Phichit says, eyeing the impressive bouquet of blue roses on the table by the window. They’ve filled the whole room with an intoxicating fragrance. “That must have been some pole-dance.”