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Viktor had planned the perfect reunion. He had a custom bouquet ordered, fresh sheets on his bed and two rest days saved for Yuuri’s imminent arrival to Piter.
He just had to get through this last practice. Yakov was a tyrant, punishing him for every month he missed. But he had approved the days off and allowing Viktor to coach Yuuri and compete. He had called Viktor stupid, but that wasn’t the first or the last time Viktor had heard that.
Sweat dripped down his face as he skated to the boards to check his phone. Yuuri had three flights to get to him, and Viktor imagined he was boarding his first one soon.
5 missed calls
Viktor’s heart skipped a beat. There was no one who would call him that many times- Makka was at home, Yakov thirty meters away at the rink.
Yuuri. Did he lose his passport? Was customs denying him?
He called Yuuri back before checking anything else on his phone.
”Hi,”
Viktor felt sick at the stuffy voice on the other end of the line. A tell that Yuuri had been crying.
”Hi, starlight. Is your flight delayed?”
A soft sniff, but no answer. Viktor waited, as he had learned to do.
“Should I have booked a car?” Yuuris voice wobbled a bit but it was still calm.
”What? Mari dropped you off, yes?”
”Um… from Pulkovo,” Yuuri sounded less anxious and almost relieved at Viktor’s confused response.
“ No? I told you I am getting you at 1:00!” Viktor nearly dropped his phone. It was after five.
“One o clock…?”
“Wednesday!”
”Haah…” Yuuri breathed out all his tension. “ Vitya, I lost a day with the time zones…”
This time Yuuri waited for Viktor.
“ You’re in Russia?” Viktor blinked. “ Now?”
”Mhm.”
Viktor said every curse word he knew in every language. It earned a laugh from Yuuri.
” Thirty minutes, okay? I’ll come get you. Did you go through customs?” Viktor leapt off the ice and walked right out of the rink with only his hard guards on.
“Mmm. Yes.” Yuuri thankfully didn’t mention how he had did so… four hours prior.
” I love you,” Viktor blurted before he tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and sped off.
~
Yuuri was dozing off on a bench near the luggage carosel when Viktor arrived 28 minutes later. He was barely awake when Viktor lifted him off his feet, but his lips were warm and soft, smiling into the kiss Viktor gave him. Yuuri let him kiss all over his face, his cheeks rosy. He recipirocated by leaning into Viktor for a five minute hug, his hands tight on Viktor’s waist.
” God, I am so sorry.” Viktor played with a lock of Yuuris hair that curled just in front of his ear. “ I had everything planned out— an itinerary to the minute. Lunch reservations too.”
”Its okay. You’re here.”
~
Viktor held Yuuris hand over the gear shift, rush hour traffic making the return trip three times as long. They made it home at eight, Makkachin launching herself out the door and onto Yuuri. He cuddled her while Viktor brought in Yuuri’s suitcases.
”Did you mail anything over? I can tell the doorman,”
”No, thats it.” Yuuri hummed from the floor.
“We can go out to dinner or order in.” Viktor frowned, rolling the biggest suitcase into the bedroom. Besides a carry on and a suit bag, Yuuri didn’t have much.
” I’m not hungry. I still smell like plane.”
”We can take a shower together,” Viktor looked over to see his boyfriend’s cherry red face.
” I need a bath.” Yuuri emphasized. “I haven’t really slept since nationals, and…”
Yuuri rambled on, but Viktor had a new plan. He brewed a pot of tea and made a simple sandwhich while Yuuri showered. He picked out a novel, plugged in Yuuri’s phone on the new charger on the new nightstand by their bed. Yuuri came out of the bathroom in just a shirt and underwear. Viktor tried to keep his cool hiding behind the cover of his paperback.
“I figured you wanted to rest.” Viktor patted the tray on his lap and the bed beside him. He frowned at Yuuri pausing to set his toiletry bag back on his suitcase.
”Thank you,” Yuuri pulled on a pair of mizuno sweats that looked years old. He putzed around, rearranging his carry on.
”Yuuri…” Viktor winced at his lack of disguised disappointment. “Why aren’t you coming to bed? Did you see the toothbrush holder? And the drawer is empty for you..”
“I’m just.. tidying up.” Yuuri rearranged his bags again, but this time spent half the time biting his nails.
”Yuuri… I promised you to tell you things honestly,”
Yuuri froze, his back stiff.
”I am sad you put on pants,”
A twinge of annoyance
” And you aren’t sitting in bed with me.”
Yuuri’s cheeks and ears flushed cutely. He bit his nails more feverishly.
”Why?” Viktor pushed. Yuuri turned hut stepped no closer to the bed.
“ Its… your bed.”
”We've shared a bed four times already,” viktor pouted.
” Not YOUR bed.” Yuuri’s voice rose and broke. “Viktor’s bed in Viktor’s apartment, in Russia. The real one.”
”So?” Viktor was still irritated. “ It’s still a bed. It is still me.”
“But…” Yuuri flushed more, and his eyes dropped to the floor. “Before, it was all going to be temporary. Until the grand prix final, Until i retired..”
”You said you wouldn’t say that again!”
”I know! Sorry— I— I am… I just… this is the bed we… We will live in.. until whenever..” Yuuri fidgeted. “In an apartment we can have sex in…”
Viktor smiled softly.
”On Viktot Nikiforov’s bed..” Yuuri said a bit breathlessly.
” Alright, enough. Come here.” Viktor held his arms open. Yuuri cautiously crawled on top of the sheets. He let out a held breath as he settled into Viktor’s arms.
” Wow,” Yuuri breathed, his cheek pressed against Viktor’s chest. “ It’s really soft.”