I've always loved the way you write ur fic. Part of me did wish there was a liiiittle bit more monologuing on yuuri and Victor's feelings aside from skating - not too explicit but the same way you've been doing it. But looking at what you're saying about the next chapters it seems like it's just a matter of time for Victor, which I realised makes sense because feelings are developing. For yuuri though, if not in the fic, maybe a drabble for what and how much he feels for shouta would be nice...
So I don’t know if I delivered on the internal monologuing… like I said, I’m much more action oriented of a writer… so here’s some of that. ;) This basically takes place immediately after Chapter 19.
When the cab pulled up to the house, Yuuri wasn’t even surprised to see Shouta waiting outside the gate, straddling his bike with Vicchan on his leash straining and wanting to bark at the car. No, Yuuri wasn’t surprised, but his chest clenched a little at the sight. If it was possible, Shouta always met him after he came back from a competition.
Yuuri climbed out of the back of the cab after Riku and went around to pull his suitcase out of the trunk, but Shouta was already there next to Alexei and was taking Yuuri’s large suitcase, leaving Yuuri with just his carry-on.
“Okaeri.” Shouta’s voice was quiet and Yuuri smiled and leaned into his shoulder for a minute before bending down and picking Vicchan up, tucking him close with one arm as he wiggled and squirmed and tried to lick his face. With his free hand he grabbed his small carry-on and followed Alexei and Riku into their house.
Alexei, as was the norm, just left his suitcase next to the door and headed into the kitchen to see if he could find something to eat. Riku smiled at them and then went to follow her husband, reminding him that the fridge was practically empty, and that, no, prawn crackers did not constitute real food, and if he wanted something real to eat that they should make a trip to the store.
“Upstairs?” Shouta asked, his hand still on Yuuri’s large suitcase.
Yuuri just nodded and then turned to face the kitchen. He unhooked Vicchan’s collar and put him down. “I bet Lyosha wants a hello too.” And Vicchan rushed off, bounding toward Alexei and no doubt treats because his coach spoiled his pup as much as he did.
Shouta was already pushing his suitcase against his closet when Yuuri walked into his room. He dropped his things and just sort of looked at Shouta. He hadn’t seen him in almost a week and had barely talked to him, just some exchanges through Twitter, but… Yuuri had missed him. Seeing him made his heart clench in a funny way. He wouldn’t say it was love. That was such a weighted word, but if he was speaking English, maybe. Russian, most likely. But in Japanese, no. It wasn’t love, but it was definitely a very strong sort of like.
Love, to him, was something that was just too big. Too… scary. But this. Him and Shouta, it was just right. Hands that fit together in a clasp when their fingers tangled. Knowing smirks, when someone said something about how they were always in each other’s company. He was easy to relax around; always ready to play a game or watch something, never demanded more of Yuuri’s time than he was willing to give or could give. But then, Yuuri did the same to him. Yuuri didn’t think that he’d ever be able to be with someone who didn’t have a schedule with demands like his. How could they even begin to understand? They couldn’t.
“Do I have something on my face? You’re staring?” Shouta looked down at his shirt. “Did I get some sauce on me from lunch? I went to that Chinese gyoza place. The one that you’re not allowed to eat at anymore? I figured it’d be better to go before you got back then after and–”
“You don’t have anything on your shirt. Though it’s really mean to mention the gyoza place. I was so bummed when Alexei added it to the list of places that were off limits. Especially now that I’m officially off-season and can’t even go once in a while.” Yuuri crossed the distance separating them, letting his backpack drop to the ground. He pressed his hands to Shouta’s cheeks. “I was just thinking that I missed you while I was in the Netherlands.”
Shouta’s eyebrows went up. “Really?” And he hands went to Yuuri’s waist, gripping the fabric of his shirt and drawing it taut over Yuuri’s stomach.
Yuuri nodded. He brought Shouta’s head closer to his own, negating the height difference and kissed him. It took less than a second for Shouta to start kissing him back, his hands going around Yuuri’s back.
Yuuri leaned back for a second, breaking the kiss, and looked at Shouta, and smiled. “I won gold.”
“I know. I saw.”
Yuuri shook his head. “I won gold at Junior Worlds. That’s like… like… better than nationals. Better than the Junior Grand Prix. I’m the best Junior skater in the WORLD.”
“What do you mean, and?” Yuuri bit his lip.
“And, when are you going to beat that gold medalist on your wall and be even better?”
Yuuri kissed Shouta again, deeper and hungrier, licking into his mouth and letting his fingers tangle in the short strands of hair at the back of his head. Shouta groaned and pressed closer, and Yuuri really, really, really hoped that no one was going to knock on his door and interrupt even for something as stupid as letting him know they were going to the store.
Yuuri stepped back, pulling Shouta with him until they could topple onto his bed. It was small, but so much more comfortable. He pulled away for another second. “I’m working on it. I’ll get to Seniors, and then you’ll see.”
Shouta rolled them so he could lean over Yuuri. “Good? I want to boast that you’re a World Champion, without having to put Junior in front of it.” Shouta nipped at Yuuri’s bottom lip.
“I’ll get there. I want to win.” Yuuri slipped his hands under Shouta’s shirt and over the well-defined muscles of his abs. Yuuri’s season was ending, but Shouta’s was just about to begin; it was obvious he’d been putting in extra time, something that Yuuri could appreciate.
“I know you want to win. You always want to win, even if you never say it. You wouldn’t be a competitive athlete if you didn’t.”
“Hmm.” Yuuri relaxed back into the mattress and pulled off Shouta’s shirt and letting himself look at the lean muscles of his boyfriend, there wasn’t much bulk, just strength, mainly focused on his shoulders, and Yuuri knew, his upper back. “No more talking.”
Yuuri kissed Shouta again to shut him up.
I don’t know… maybe I should have kept it in at the beginning of the next chapter… I just don’t know anymore…