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Time seems to freeze just before they announce the name of the next skater. It’s a short moment, just meant for the two of them, to have the final touch and word between the coach and the skater.
Yuuri doesn’t seem nervous at all. Just a few hours ago he was a nervous ball of anxiety, as he had asked Victor to show the videos of the last years horror show that he has already forgotten. Somehow it seems that watching the videos and going through the pictures made something click in him.
Victor could tell that Yuuri was ready for the biggest show of their lives.
“Yuuri-”
“Victor-”
They both start at the same time, their eyes meet and a small laugh is shared between them. A small nod from Yuuri gives Victor the permission to speak first.
“I believe in you”, he says, simple as that. The skater blinks once or twice as the words register to his brain and his fingers run on the ring on his hand.
“Victor”, Yuuri starts again from the start, as he takes a small breath building up his confidence, “watch me.”
“Of course I’ll watch you”, Victor assures.
“No, I mean watch me”, Yuuri says again as the clock is about to start ticking again, “this is not a show anymore. This is from me to you, Victor.”
Their hands part ways as Yuuri kicks himself to the ring, leaving Victor yearning for the contact they just lost. The coach can only stay behind and believe, as the skater takes his stand in the middle of ice and is ready.
Never has he been so confident on his performance before this, Victor thinks, and realizes himself to be wrong. So wrong.
He has seen this Yuuri once before, and that was a year ago.
Victor doesn’t even notice how his own nails dig into the wall that separates him from the ice ring, as he is able to only watch the performance perfected only for him. He doesn’t feel himself biting down his own lip, he just feels the warmth coming to him from Yuuri and his performance. Each and every kick, turn, jump and slide of this Eros is aimed to Victor. Each and every moment of Victors attention is aimed towards Yuuri.
There you are, he thinks, and they are the only words that make sense in his head during those two minutes of forgetting his own name and how to breathe. Finally he has found the thing that was lost a year ago in a drunken night.
Just two minutes and then he’ll have Yuuri back in his arms, Yuuri, who has yet again been able to perfectly seduce Victor Nikiforov to the point that he can only think that he only needs to find something to lean on and then Yuuri can do what ever the fuck Yuuri wants to do to Victor.
Time, please, hurry up, or even the first thing to lean on to is no longer needed because Victor just simply can not wait any longer.
Time, please.