Let me deliver to you a conversation that definitely happens between Viktor and Chris at one point:
“So how was your honeymoon?” says Chris, and he slaps both Yuuri and Viktor on the shoulders in the locker room as they’re preparing for the first warm-up session of the Trophee de France. There is something distinctly reminiscent of the first day of school after summer.
“It was wonderful!” Viktor says, heart-mouthed.
“Chris,” Yuuri says, slowly, with warning.
“And what did you do?” Chris asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Chris,” Yuuri says, even more insistent.
“We spent three weeks in a cabin in La Seyne-Sur-Mer, Chris, you know that,” Viktor lifts Yuuri’s foot into his lap to tighten his skate for him. “There are plenty of pictures on Instagram. The French Mediterranean is lovely in June.”
“Yes but what did you do.” Chris’ eyebrows wiggle so hard that they might leave the stratosphere.
“CHRIS.” Yuuri yanks his skate out of Viktor’s hands. “CHRIS I’M SERIOUS.”
“I learned to surf! Kind of.” Viktor presses a finger to his mouth, contemplative. “We swam a lot. We went to a club, once. We, um, ate a lot of…french food.”
“Could it be that you’re having trouble remembering what you did aside from fuck, my friend?” Chris purrs, low so that nobody can hear aside from them. Yuuri appreciates the courtesy, but he still huffs and hobbles away, one skate on. Chris sits down in his vacated spot. “I remember my honeymoon, Vitya. We hardly got out of bed. Your honeymoon is all about getting to know each other. In the biblical sense. Did you discover anything scandalous about your lovely Yuuri?”
Viktor blushes. “Well…he laughs during sex. And sometimes he would just let me lay on top of him and stare into his eyes. A couple of times, it wasn’t even during sex…it was insane. Sometimes we just kissed for hours. Hours, Chris. I did my hair while he was in the shower, and the curtain was transparent. He just let me! He let me watch him get dressed! He didn’t even care! One time we came in from a swim and he just took his bathing suit off, right there in the living room! I couldn’t believe it…and we showered together all the time. He let me condition his hair.”
“Didn’t you two…used to take naked baths together…all the time?” Chris mutters. “Back in Japan?”
“Well, yes but there were other people there.” Viktor’s getting hot and bothered, and Chris can’t even believe this shit. “It wasn’t a big deal, it was like being in a locker room. This time it was…just us. And his eyes would…and he’s so beautiful…”
“Oh my God,” Chris mutters to himself, because Viktor Nikiforov has an intimacy kink. He’s known the guy for ten years of his life and he somehow never realized it.
“And sometimes.” Yuuri pokes his head back around the row of lockers. “Sometimes we had sex above the blankets. In the daytime! Isn’t that insane?” Yuuri, unlike Viktor, is definitely being mocking. “Sorry, Chris, but practice starts in two minutes. Vitya, come on?”
“Coming, Kitten!” Viktor grabs Yuuri’s other skate and follows him to the door of the locker room, waving at Chris over his shoulder. Chris stays in the locker room until something like numb acceptance comes over him, and then exits into the rink as well.