Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice Major Tags: None Other Tags: College AU, kissing mentions, skipping class Word Count: 501 Remix Permission: Yes
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“We can’t keep doing this,” Yuuri says, trying to catch his breath.
They’ve parked Yuuri’s little ’96 Camry about half a block from campus, on a small street barely lit by research buildings on either side. Victor’s in the back seat with Yuuri straddled on his lap, and Yuuri has never been more grateful for tinted windows.
“Why not?” Victor says between kisses. “You have a triple; I have a double.” Like an afterthought, “Wish one of us had a single.”
“Next year,” Yuuri promises. “But that’s not exactly what I meant. We should be in Chem right now.
“But Yuuri,” he pouts. “It’s such a late class, and I always want to sleep instead.”
“You’re not sleeping now,” Yuuri points out.
“Well, there’s actually something interesting going on right now,” Victor says. “And class is so boring. The professor looks like a Muppet and I can’t understand half of what he’s saying.”
Yuuri sighs. “That’s…oddly accurate, I guess.”
“And besides, I love spending this time with you.”
“I know,” Yuuri says. “And Christophe’s wonderful, but he’s always in your room. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him leave. Doesn’t he have class?”
He’s perched on Victor’s knee, kind of, his weight on one folded leg and the other sprawled awkwardly out across Victor’s lap. In the dull yellow ceiling light of the car, Victor looks like the moon – face flushed and radiant.
“But we really do have to start going to Chem,” Yuuri sighs. “The midterm’s next week.”
“I thought it was in May.”
“Syllabus says next week,” he says. “You’re a junior, shouldn’t you know these things?”
“Honestly, they all start to blur together,” Victor says. “I think I have an essay due tomorrow night, but it might be at noon.”
Yuuri chokes on air and falls off Victor’s lap, getting wedged between the front seats and Victor’s knees. “You think?” Victor’s knees are starting to dig uncomfortably into the right side of his ribcage. “You – you should probably check?” Yuuri says as he tries to hoist himself off the car floor.
“Probably,” Victor agrees with a light hum. “But I’ll be fine either way. It’s only eight pages.”
“Eight – ”
“Did I ever tell you about the time I wrote a ten page Poli Sci final the morning it was due?” Victor asks, and Yuuri tries to still the second-hand panic bubbling up his throat. “The professor even recommended I submit it to the on-campus journal.”
Yuuri stares. “I think,” he manages, “you should probably go work on that paper.” He clambers over the center console and into the driver’s seat. After a moment, Victor follows and Yuuri releases the parking brake, shifts gears, and pulls away from the curb.
“Christophe wouldn’t mind, you know,” Victor says against the silence as they make a right turn back onto campus.
“What?”
“Us being in the room, even if he’s there,” Victor winks.
“No, that’s exactly why we don’t stay in your room.”
FILL: Team Victuuri, G
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: College AU, kissing mentions, skipping class
Word Count: 501
Remix Permission: Yes
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“We can’t keep doing this,” Yuuri says, trying to catch his breath.
They’ve parked Yuuri’s little ’96 Camry about half a block from campus, on a small street barely lit by research buildings on either side. Victor’s in the back seat with Yuuri straddled on his lap, and Yuuri has never been more grateful for tinted windows.
“Why not?” Victor says between kisses. “You have a triple; I have a double.” Like an afterthought, “Wish one of us had a single.”
“Next year,” Yuuri promises. “But that’s not exactly what I meant. We should be in Chem right now.
“But Yuuri,” he pouts. “It’s such a late class, and I always want to sleep instead.”
“You’re not sleeping now,” Yuuri points out.
“Well, there’s actually something interesting going on right now,” Victor says. “And class is so boring. The professor looks like a Muppet and I can’t understand half of what he’s saying.”
Yuuri sighs. “That’s…oddly accurate, I guess.”
“And besides, I love spending this time with you.”
“I know,” Yuuri says. “And Christophe’s wonderful, but he’s always in your room. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him leave. Doesn’t he have class?”
He’s perched on Victor’s knee, kind of, his weight on one folded leg and the other sprawled awkwardly out across Victor’s lap. In the dull yellow ceiling light of the car, Victor looks like the moon – face flushed and radiant.
“But we really do have to start going to Chem,” Yuuri sighs. “The midterm’s next week.”
“I thought it was in May.”
“Syllabus says next week,” he says. “You’re a junior, shouldn’t you know these things?”
“Honestly, they all start to blur together,” Victor says. “I think I have an essay due tomorrow night, but it might be at noon.”
Yuuri chokes on air and falls off Victor’s lap, getting wedged between the front seats and Victor’s knees. “You think?” Victor’s knees are starting to dig uncomfortably into the right side of his ribcage. “You – you should probably check?” Yuuri says as he tries to hoist himself off the car floor.
“Probably,” Victor agrees with a light hum. “But I’ll be fine either way. It’s only eight pages.”
“Eight – ”
“Did I ever tell you about the time I wrote a ten page Poli Sci final the morning it was due?” Victor asks, and Yuuri tries to still the second-hand panic bubbling up his throat. “The professor even recommended I submit it to the on-campus journal.”
Yuuri stares. “I think,” he manages, “you should probably go work on that paper.” He clambers over the center console and into the driver’s seat. After a moment, Victor follows and Yuuri releases the parking brake, shifts gears, and pulls away from the curb.
“Christophe wouldn’t mind, you know,” Victor says against the silence as they make a right turn back onto campus.
“What?”
“Us being in the room, even if he’s there,” Victor winks.
“No, that’s exactly why we don’t stay in your room.”