For the love of coffee

Passions

"You didn't give up on you. You gave up on the magic of the ice, Yuri." Viktor kissed his bent head.

"Let me help you find it again." He pleaded.

Yuri lifted his head up. He looked at the soft glowing blue eyes.

"You already have." He insisted, reaching out to place a hand, tenderly, along Viktor's cheek.

Viktor reached up to take Yuri's hand down. "Then, follow me to the Grand Prix." He insisted.

"You're crazy if you think I could get there after so long!" Yuri chuckled.

"Lets be crazy together, Yuri!" Viktor held both of Yuri's hands tightly in his own. He gazed openly into the deep brown eyes.

"Yes." Yuri whispered, swept under the spell of those magnetic blue eyes.

"I will be your coach, and your teammate! We will go back to..." Viktor paused.

"No, you need to stay here. You need to win back your fans. See that they never left you. I will talk with Yakov!" Viktor nodded.

"But first, we have a date to attend." Yuri chuckled.

Their order arrived a few minutes later. Sitting so that half their body was pressed into the other, Yuri laughed at how bad Viktor was at using chopsticks. He fed them both, while Viktor gleefully pointed out what sauce he wanted his bite dipped into. They lost themselves in the other next to them.

Neither noticed how often people looked at them. They missed the amount of phone camera's snapping their pictures. So absorbed in the other, they didn't even notice when Yuri's old team left for the night. The two had finished their food, had dessert and were sipping tea, locked in their own little world. That was until he manager came back informing them that the restaurant was closed.

Yuri apologized as he leapt up. Bowing, he reached for his wallet. Viktor stilled his hand, lacing their fingers together.

"I am paying, Yuri." He cooed.

Turning, the stunning silver haired skater was about to pull his own card out. The manager held up his hand. Viktor looked at him confused.

"Your bill has been settled, please allow me to escort you to your car." He offered, gesturing for them to come along with him.

"But, who paid our bill?" Yuri asked.

The Manger said nothing as he walked them to the door. When he reached it, he turned to smile at them.

"Beat him," Here he pointed to Viktor.

"... and win the gold you deserve, Yuri Katsuki." The manager beamed, shoving the door open for them.

The chauffer of their car, held the back door open. The two men glanced at each other, before rushing to get inside. Yuri fell against Viktor as the door closed behind him. The long, elegant hands of the skater, lifted the doe eyes up to gaze into. He smiled softly, for one moment, before kissing the soft, tender lips.

Yuri gave himself to the kiss. He wiggled closer to Viktor, as their mouths melded closed over each other's. Their tongues danced together, while Viktor slid his hand up under Yuri's shirt. The soft moan that escaped the dark skater made Viktor want more. He shifted, pressing Yuri into the soft leather of the seat. His hand dipped from the warm, silky skin down over Yuri's hip.

One finger traced the seam of his trouser leg, until it reached Yuri's thigh. Viktor squeezed the tender inside of Yuri's thigh, at the same time, he sucked his tongue into his own mouth. Yuri moaned louder this time. His body shifting, as he tried to dodge Viktor's wandering hand, yet still stay connected to his lips.

Viktor pulled back. He gazed deeply into the soft brown eyes.

"Yuri, I want to be your first." He whispered, putting all the sincerity he could into those few words.

Yuri was lost in a daze of lust. He could think of nothing more perfect than that. He reached out his own, shorter, less elegant fingers. They almost looked crude beside the grace of Viktor Nikiforov!

"Yes, Viktor! I want you to be..." His words were stolen from him as Viktor moved swiftly to join their lips together once more.

His hand palmed over the growing bulge in Yuri's groin. Yuri mewed as he arched his hips forward. Viktor was skilled. He wanted Yuri to enjoy every second of what was to come. Pulling back, he twisted around.

"Take us to the beach." He ordered the driver.

The man was good at his job. He said nothing, as he expertly mannered the car along the streets of Yuri's hometown. Viktor, knowing his order would be taken care of, returned to the waiting man under him. He undid the zipper of Yuri's pants, while kissing his eyes, cheeks, nose, tracing his way down to the jawline. Yet, Yuri still had some surprises in store for Viktor.

He pushed the light haired man back. Stroking his cheek, Yuri gazed into the dark, lusty eyes. He leaned forward, ripping Viktor's short open. Yuri straddled the skaters lap. Viktor watched with fascination, as the thickened fingers slid over his pearlescent like skin. Yuri's touch was like nothing he had ever encountered.

The warmth of him, the uncertainty mixed with the aggressive act, was all too thrilling for the silver haired lover. He moaned as Yuri's fingers found his nipples. Yuri gazed in wonder at Viktor's face. It was twisted in a grimace of pain, but delighted.

"Touch me more, Yuri." Viktor pleaded.

He took one of Yuri's hands, guiding it down to where their groins almost touched. He pressed Yuri's hand fully against his throbbing crotch. Yuri jerked a little, but didn't pull his hand away.

"Mmmm, yes." Viktor purred.

"Can I, do..." Yuri's voice stuttered to a stop.

Viktor's eyes were half closed.

"I am your molding clay, Yuri. Do anything you want with me." Viktor smiled seductively.

Yuri nodded, his face a mix of wonder, amazement and a little terrified. All of it sent Viktor's head reeling. Tentatively, Yuri closed his fingers around the top of the bulge in Viktor's pants. The darker male leaned forward. His tongue flicked over the exposed nipple. Viktor sighed out a gasp.

Yuri stilled, then pressed forward. He pressed his lips around the hard nipple, sucking and twirling his tongue around it. Viktor arched moaning out, as he forced his hips up to press he growing erection tighter to Yuri's hand.

"We are at the beach sir. There is a secluded area to the left." The driver stated.

"Come with me, Yuri." Viktor pulled the younger man from the car.

Their clothes rumpled, the salty cool air touched their over heated skin. Viktor laughed as Yuri slipped in the sand. They lost their shoes in their haste to get to the mountain of rock that would take them from prying eyes.