There's no stopping Chris, there's only degrees in which he'll be jealous. He's been texting me this whole time asking about our, ahem-- Steamy. Love. Affair. [he'll say that as blandly as possible to joke on it, though he smirks after. Tossing a sloppy tennis ball down a hallway might not be a sensual activity, but Victor didn't care what they were doing if Yuuri kept on smiling at him that way]