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round five: prompts (july 23-29)
TOP LEVEL COMMENTS ONLY
| DAY | PROMPT | PUNISHMENT |
|---|---|---|
| Sunday (July 23) | Something very odd was happening to Zacharias Smith. | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
| Monday (July 24) | Character A wants to buy something that Character B says no to | write 300w of kurotsukki |
| Tuesday (July 25) | Secret Dating | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
| Wednesday (July 26) | Kissing lessons: character A has never been kissed so character B teaches them how | write badfic (with epithets) |
| Thursday (July 27) | Takes place entirely in the space of an hour | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
| Friday (July 28) | High School AU Pining | not allowed to tweet in general (includes replies, does not include dms) |
| Saturday (July 29) | Fake dating with a twist | not allowed to dm (one/both) |
* feel free to edit/add new comments if more is written on the day; comments are meant to encapsulate everything that is written, not just the part that fulfills the prompt
** clarification - "not allowed to dm" is a punishment for the day after, not a preexisting condition
first base (1/?)
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Their kiss after Yuuri’s free skate at the Cup of China is unequivocally the worst kiss of Yuuri’s life. And that’s including all those people he’d kissed in college, his first kiss, back in high school, and his last kiss, the end to a disastrous date with a boy Yuuri had never spoken to again. It’s the worst because it’s Yuuri’s childhood crush kissing him, someone he’d idolised before he’d even thought about kissing real people, not just posters, and it doesn’t happen over a candlelit dinner with a vase of red roses between them and Viktor’s hand closing over Yuuri’s, their fingers twining together, as he leans across the roses to tenderly press their lips together.
No, it happens while Yuuri is sweaty and disoriented, and Viktor runs at him from the side of the rink and practically throws the two of them together, jumping on Yuuri and propelling him backwards onto the ice. At least Viktor has the good grace to put a hand behind Yuuri’s head and cushion his fall, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that, in those brief airborne moments, Viktor’s teeth knock into Yuuri’s and their noses are smushed together and Yuuri genuinely thinks he’s going to crack his head open and die.
As kisses go, it is not only substandard. It’s downright awful.
“That was the only thing I could think of to surprise you more than you surprised me,” Viktor says.
I’ll say, Yuuri thinks. He holds back a roll of the eyes, and says, “Really?”
Back in the hotel that night, Yuuri comes out of the shower to Viktor lounging seductively on his bed, bathrobe hanging a bit open at the chest. This is it, he thinks. This is the moment that they have their proper first kiss, slow and passionate and a little bit sexy.
Yuuri isn’t good with words. He clambers onto the bed and lets his towel dip by his hip. He’s nervous—of course he’s nervous—but he pushes through; no matter how terrified he first was of Viktor’s overt affections, he’s had some time to accustom himself to the idea of something between them, and he’s had Eros to remind him that sex doesn’t need to be about getting out of his head for a while. That it can be about love.
The soft smile on Viktor’s face reassures Yuuri that this is what both of them want. He prowls across the bed on all fours, feeling like a bit of a tool, but also feeling like a bit of a god as Viktor’s eyebrows rise up to meet his hairline and the corners of his mouth turn up in surprise.
This is the first indication Yuuri has that Viktor might be as nervous as he is.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Yuuri says. He doesn’t know if it counts as dirty talk, but the flush across Viktor’s cheeks is definitely doing something for him, so he keeps going. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away when you first arrived—should have let you sleep with me—”
“Yuuri!” Viktor gasps. “This is so sudden, I don’t know what to say.”
“I wasn’t the one who’s been flirting all this time,” Yuuri says. His legs are either side of Viktor’s. “It’s not sudden at all.”
“Yes, but—” Viktor flounders, seemingly at a loss for words. His mouth opens and closes a few times. By now Yuuri is almost on top of him. “—but this is different!”
Yuuri hovers with the tip of his nose just touching Viktor’s, but not moving any closer. “You kissed me,” Yuuri reminds him. “It didn’t last long enough. I demand a do-over.”
This, it seems, is something Viktor can manage. “With pleasure,” he says. Then, he sucks in a breath and puffs out his cheeks, puckering his lips as he deflates them. It’s the most unattractive thing Yuuri has ever seen. Luckily for him, he loves Viktor anyway.
He cups one side of Viktor’s face in the palm of his hand, and leans in.
“Ah, before we go any further,” Viktor says, “I should… get my lip balm. I don’t want to kiss you with dry lips.”
“I really don’t care,” Yuuri says. He’s starting to get impatient now. “Your lips will get all wet when we kiss, anyway.”
“Of course,” Viktor says, in a way that implies he actually had no idea that kissing makes your lips wet, which wouldn’t make sense unless it’d been a long time since he’d last kissed someone, or he’d never kissed anyone at all.
No, surely not. Someone as suave as Viktor “let me tell you about my past lovers” Nikiforov, international connoisseur of winking on camera, never been kissed? The very idea is laughable. It must have been a while, though. Viktor is definitely worried about something. He’s blinking a lot more than usual. Up close, Yuuri marvels that he can pick up on this level of detail.
“Relax,” he says. “I’m nervous too.”
Yuuri moves in closer, loosening his towel and letting it slip even lower down, and trailing the hand that’d been on Viktor’s face down his neck, to his chest, pushing his bathrobe off one shoulder.
Viktor visibly swallows. “What about protection?”
“For kissing?” Yuuri raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“No, I meant for, uh—the other—” Viktor shuts his eyes tight, “—but if you just want to kiss, we can kiss. I can do that.”
Surely not.
“Viktor,” Yuuri says, “have you ever kissed anyone before?”
In the intervening silence, Yuuri’s towel slips down entirely and unbidden, which means that he is buck naked when Viktor opens his eyes again and says the most horrifying string of words Yuuri has ever heard: “I, um, no. No, I haven’t.”
“Have you ever,” Yuuri says, trying very desperately to pretend that Viktor isn’t staring at his dick, “hooked up?”
Viktor shakes his head. “You have?”
“Of course I have,” Yuuri says. He’s annoyed, and not just because Viktor is focusing more on the first flesh-and-blood penis he’s ever seen than on Yuuri’s face. “Did you have me pegged for some kind of blushing virgin?”
“I asked you, and you said ‘no comment!’” Viktor says frantically, looking Yuuri in the eyes at last. “I thought that meant you’d never been with anyone!”
“No, it meant I didn’t want to relive the horror of my college years, and—no, you know what, I’m not going there. I’m not talking about it.”
“Wow, Yuuri, you really are a seducer,” Viktor says. There’s no shortage of glee in his tone as he adds, “I’m so lucky to be in the hands of someone so experienced.”
“No, I—”
Viktor puts a finger to Yuuri’s lips. “So, are you going to kiss me or not?”
Well, Yuuri can’t exactly do anything about it with a finger on his lips. He shakes his head, and watches the way Viktor’s face falls.
“How come?”
Yuuri sighs and moves Viktor’s hand away from his face. “If we’re going to kiss, and—keep kissing, it’s got to be good.”
Now, Viktor’s eyes light up. “Yuuri! Are you going to be my coach?”
Yuuri nods. “Yeah.”
“Then teach me now,” Viktor says, all enthusiasm. He doesn’t need a coach for his puppy-dog eyes, that’s for certain.
“I’m kind of tired,” Yuuri admits. “Can we sleep first?”
“That’s good too,” Viktor says, taking Yuuri’s hand and kissing his palm.
He crawls under the covers, bathrobe and all, and pats the space next to him. Yuuri doesn’t go immediately; he gets off the bed, dries off properly, and puts on his pyjamas. Then, the moment he’s by Viktor’s side, Viktor is wrapped around him like a sloth.
“It’s so nice to be able to do this with you,” Viktor says. “I know we’ve slept—in the same bed before, but it’s different to know that I’m by your side, as your boyfriend.”
Boyfriend. First Viktor surprises Yuuri with a kiss, and now he’s decided they’re a proper couple without so much as mentioning it beforehand. Not that Yuuri minds, but what’s next? Viktor announces their engagement before Yuuri has a chance to live out his childhood fantasy and get down on one knee? Not if Yuuri can help it. Not that he should be thinking about that; they’ve only just started going out, after all.
“Next time, ask first,” Yuuri grumbles, but Viktor is already asleep, snoring softly into the crook of Yuuri’s neck, and it hits Yuuri like a shockwave that he is so embarrassingly in love with this man. If he had thought his long-term crush on Viktor was all-consuming, being with Viktor in person is an absolute revelation. And Yuuri couldn’t care less if the Viktor who acts a playboy for the media is not the Viktor who doesn’t know how to kiss and is content to sleep in a hotel bathrobe, and snores. As Yuuri drifts to sleep, the last thing he remembers thinking is that the first thing he’ll do when he when he wakes up is kiss Viktor all over his soft-looking lips, skill and experience be damned.
So naturally, the next morning, Yuuri decides that he isn’t going to kiss Viktor at all until Viktor knows the basics.