Valentine's Day prompt: cheerleader yuuri
Victor stares at Yuuri, open-mouthed. The bottle of champagne that he’s holding in his left hand almost falls to the floor before he tightens his grip. “Yuuri,” he says, mouth dry.
“Oh, ah, is it not good?” Yuuri asks, blushing hard. He’s looking up at Victor through his thick kohl lashes. “I’ve never been with someone for Valentine’s Day,” Yuuri is honest. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.”
Victor preens a little at being the first person Yuuri’s deemed exceptional enough to share a romantic holiday with. But this is their first Valentine’s and whatever he was expecting from his lover, it was not this.
Yuuri continues. “So I checked online. But chocolates and flowers…” he sighs a little. “It didn’t seem personal enough?”
“I wasn’t expecting anything,” Victor finds his voice. He can’t look away from Yuuri, though. He’s still stuck standing there in their kitchen, looking like an idiot with the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.
“I know, but… I wanted to?” Yuuri tells him, bitting his bottom lip. “And the internet told me that giving your lover one of their sexual fantasies was also acceptable.”
Victor whines a little. He’s not sure if he’s more pleased by the word ‘lover’ or ‘sexual fantasy’ on Yuuri’s lips.
“And, well, we haven’t really talked about sexual fantasies?” Yuuri says shyly, which is true because their relationship is still pretty new and Victor hadn’t wanted to scare Yuuri away just yet. “So I looked that up too? And this one seemed to be at the top of most lists.” He pulls at the outfit.
“Oh.” Victor says, swallowing hard and looking Yuuri up and down. He’s barefoot, and long legs bare too, all the way up to the cute little blue, pleated skirt that’s around his waist. His midriff is showing too because he has a matching crop-top shirt on as well. It’s the prettiest cheerleading outfit Victor has ever seen. (Although that might just be because Yuuri’s wearing it so well.)
He looks adorable, staring out of his glasses that match his outfit, fidgeting under Victor’s gaze. Victor doesn’t even dare ask where Yuuri got it from (because if he hears anything close to ‘Yurio helped’, the whole scene will be ruined).
“Is it okay?” Yuuri asks, looking like he’s about to panic.
That’s Victor’s cue to snap out of the trance he’s in. He carefully puts the glasses and champagne on the kitchen island out of the way. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a fantasy like this before,” he purrs. Yuuri looks upset for a second before Victor continues, “But now that I’ve seen you in such a cute outfit, I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about it. You make such a perfect cheerleader, Yuuri.”
Yuuri blushes as Victor stalks towards him, grabbing at the hem of the skirt. Fuck do Yuuri’s legs look amazing. And his bellybutton is calling out to be kissed.
Victor hums in appreciation, Yuuri looks even better up close. “Are you going to come to the rink dressed like that now? Will you cheer for me from the sidelines like that? Ahhh, how perfect.”
Yuuri’s cheeks are flushed pink. “Victor-” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop Victor from running his hand up under the top to touch one of Yuuri’s nipples.
“Do you have a routine to show me, then?” Victor asks, raising one eyebrow.
Yuuri licks his lips and Victor can’t help himself - he leans forward to kiss him. His heart feels full. Yuuri went to all this trouble for him. Had put himself out there - not knowing if Victor would enjoy it or not. Which is ridiculous, really, because Victor’s going to like anything Yuuri does for him.
“If you let me finish-” Yuuri says when they both pull away from the kiss, breathing a little faster than before, “-I could tell you that I have pom pom’s in the bedroom.”
“Lets go, then, I want to see your cheerleading Eros,” Victor teases.
Yuuri laughs, his nervousness gone now that Victor’s shown whole-hearted interest. He winks at Victor as he heads towards their bedroom, bypassing the wide windows and the view of St. Petersburg that had been part of Victor’s plans for tonight. This is so much better though, and the champagne will keep until they’re finished.
Victor thanks the Valentine’s day gods (if there are any) for the way the skirt flips up in the back as Yuuri walks, showing off the round edges of Yuuri’s ass. “Gimme a ‘D’,” Victor mutters, following his partner into the bedroom.