I watched frustrated as Yurio skated, he was a little too good. It made me lose a bit of confidence that we would win. “I think Yuri will still win,” I thought to myself. “No. I KNOW Yuri will win.” Yuri had been practicing his routine for a while, and I was not about to let all that hard work go to waste. I look over at Yuri who was obviously nervous. I sigh and grin slightly.

“Yuri look at me…” He slowly turned his face in my direction. He was obviously in need of some encouragement as he tilted his head down a bit. I stick two fingers under his chin and tilt it up so he could look in my eyes. Without saying a word, he understood the expression on my face, and a hint of determination was shown on his.

I wanted to kiss him right then and there. A few quick kisses that would slowly turn more passionate. I would grab onto his waist and pull him into me, forgetting about the huge crowd around us and- (“Victor!” Yuri shouted “you can let go now…” “A-ah. right sorry.”) but I held back. This was not the first time these thoughts flooded my mind but… they were happening more often, and every fantasy got lewder. Sometimes I even had to excuse myself… to-

The crowd cheered as Yurio left the rink giving Yuri a cocky look. Yuri sighed and looked over at me, “well… I’m next victor…” I smile at him “You got this.” He nodded in determination and I helped him onto the ice. I placed my hands on his hips and slid them off as he skated away. He seemed taken aback a bit. His skin-tight costume not only looked nice, but it felt nice too. At least on him. His body was very warm, and I could practically feel him still on my hands. I grin to myself

The crowd went vocal, phrases like “Go Yuri!” and “I love you!” were heard under all the other yells of excitement. I smiled “I love you? Nonsense no one could love him more than me.” I thought selfishly to myself. I cringed slightly at my own thought and chuckled under my breath.