[Viktor was at it again. Yuuri's cheeks were beginning to hurt with how much he was smiling, biting at his lips to keep his laughter contained. He didn't even know how Viktor could think of such intricate scenarios so quickly (must be all that latent genius he held for anything theatrical)--but Yuuri was sure his laughter would only encourage it more, and then they really would never get anything done again. It doesn't stop his shoulders from trembling as he tries his best to keep up his facade.
The "beautiful" comment almost breaks his resolve however, eyes widening in disbelief that someone like Viktor (really, anyone) could look at him and claim beautiful. Especially now--mussy hair, sweatpants and sweatsuit which are baggy after losing weight, standing awkwardly in his room next to the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He fights against the urge to protest and instead directs the conversation back to Viktor so he can distract himself from his own embarrassment.]
I know we focus a lot on performance in our careers, but maybe you should stop skating and be an actor. [Yuuri allows himself a snort of amusement--a reward to himself after doing so well keeping the dam strong.] You're already too good at it with all that nonsense you're spouting.
[Viktor's guides his hand down with a gentle touch, letting it rest against his face in a moment that was much too fleeting. It's not nearly long enough for Yuuri to fully enjoy the heat he feels there, or to let his thumb sweep fully against his the apples of his cheeks--but he'll savor what he gets. The touch was first and foremost on his mind that he almost glanced over the rest of what Viktor said to him.
But a moment of reflection turns the corners of his mouth, pursing his lips while he considers the words spoken. Viktor was smiling, joking around with him--but there was still something that bothered him. An implication there that Yuuri feels he should address.]
I mean. [There's a small sigh--directed more at himself than Viktor.] I know that you're being nice, but I just want to make sure that... [There's a pause, Yuuri looking to to the petals in Viktor's open palm as he organizes his thoughts.] ...it's not that I'm going to get tired of you. We just have...responsibilities. I'm trying to be responsible here but you're-- [temping me seems a bit forward. There's a lot of things that can be implied with the word tempting--and honestly, all of them are probably true. Yuuri nearly chokes on his tongue, clearing his throat before starting again.] --uh, you're making it hard. Not because you're doing anything wrong, because I'm having a lot of fun and everything's going fine, but...!
[He has to groan at himself--again with the babbling. What was it with him and trying to explain emotions that made him forget how to speak clearly? He was nearly twenty-four; he should be able to have an adult conversation about things like this!]
[Yuuri closes his eyes, counts to three, and tries again.] Sorry. What I mean is, I'm not going to get tired of you, even if I send you away. And I never said I was going to send you away in the first place! [There's another opportunity to direct the conversation away from him, and Yuuri jumps right on it. The eyes focused on Viktor now twinkle with mirth, a brow raised.] I'm pretty sure you're going to get sleepy before I do. [I'll stay with you for however long I'm allowed isn't voiced, but his heart thrums with the conviction.]
[Yuuri finally, finally forces himself to move away and kneel--action made a little easier by the slightly embarrassing things he just sprouted from his mouth. Bashful peonies are hidden by his hand when he clears his throat again, Yuuri trying to slying tilt them off his hand into the pile of petals he was gingerly brushing together. He scoops some between his palms before straightening to put them in the tub.] The quicker we clean, the longer we'll have to talk about stuff that isn't me telling you we should clean! So! [And Yuuri has knelt again, gathering another handful.] Let's do that first!
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The "beautiful" comment almost breaks his resolve however, eyes widening in disbelief that someone like Viktor (really, anyone) could look at him and claim beautiful. Especially now--mussy hair, sweatpants and sweatsuit which are baggy after losing weight, standing awkwardly in his room next to the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He fights against the urge to protest and instead directs the conversation back to Viktor so he can distract himself from his own embarrassment.]
I know we focus a lot on performance in our careers, but maybe you should stop skating and be an actor. [Yuuri allows himself a snort of amusement--a reward to himself after doing so well keeping the dam strong.] You're already too good at it with all that nonsense you're spouting.
[Viktor's guides his hand down with a gentle touch, letting it rest against his face in a moment that was much too fleeting. It's not nearly long enough for Yuuri to fully enjoy the heat he feels there, or to let his thumb sweep fully against his the apples of his cheeks--but he'll savor what he gets. The touch was first and foremost on his mind that he almost glanced over the rest of what Viktor said to him.
But a moment of reflection turns the corners of his mouth, pursing his lips while he considers the words spoken. Viktor was smiling, joking around with him--but there was still something that bothered him. An implication there that Yuuri feels he should address.]
I mean. [There's a small sigh--directed more at himself than Viktor.] I know that you're being nice, but I just want to make sure that... [There's a pause, Yuuri looking to to the petals in Viktor's open palm as he organizes his thoughts.] ...it's not that I'm going to get tired of you. We just have...responsibilities. I'm trying to be responsible here but you're-- [temping me seems a bit forward. There's a lot of things that can be implied with the word tempting--and honestly, all of them are probably true. Yuuri nearly chokes on his tongue, clearing his throat before starting again.] --uh, you're making it hard. Not because you're doing anything wrong, because I'm having a lot of fun and everything's going fine, but...!
[He has to groan at himself--again with the babbling. What was it with him and trying to explain emotions that made him forget how to speak clearly? He was nearly twenty-four; he should be able to have an adult conversation about things like this!]
[Yuuri closes his eyes, counts to three, and tries again.] Sorry. What I mean is, I'm not going to get tired of you, even if I send you away. And I never said I was going to send you away in the first place! [There's another opportunity to direct the conversation away from him, and Yuuri jumps right on it. The eyes focused on Viktor now twinkle with mirth, a brow raised.] I'm pretty sure you're going to get sleepy before I do. [I'll stay with you for however long I'm allowed isn't voiced, but his heart thrums with the conviction.]
[Yuuri finally, finally forces himself to move away and kneel--action made a little easier by the slightly embarrassing things he just sprouted from his mouth. Bashful peonies are hidden by his hand when he clears his throat again, Yuuri trying to slying tilt them off his hand into the pile of petals he was gingerly brushing together. He scoops some between his palms before straightening to put them in the tub.] The quicker we clean, the longer we'll have to talk about stuff that isn't me telling you we should clean! So! [And Yuuri has knelt again, gathering another handful.] Let's do that first!