Took a wrong turn somewhere (or is it right?)

[yokunaru]

[When Yuuri wakes up, he's greeted with a pounding headache, the likes of which he's never had before. Opening his eyes gets him an eyeful of cheerful sunlight that sends him whimpering back under the covers. He tries again a few minutes later, just managing to swing his legs over the side of the bed, wincing the whole time.

He freezes when he finally gets a good look at the room. This is...not his hotel room.

The shock is enough to temporarily push back the discomfort and make him jump to his feet. What happened? Where am I? he wonders, when he comes up empty handed after a quick search of the room for his belongings. One hand running through his hair as his panic steadily rises, Yuuri finally starts toward the door, intent on finding answers.]

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[wauuu]

[The room is big, like a hotel suite big, and furnished like one. Everything was clean, no personal touches, just neatly designed and organized as if for sale. There's also a lot of lighting on the ceilings for whatever reason. Mid-day sun pours into the room, there weren't any draperies to cover up the expansively tall windows out looking a lovely view of Sochi. The area around is clearly residential, this is a house.

Around the corner, there's a hall leading out of the room. There's a large closet without a door, that seems to go back forever despite not having many clothes in the space. Closer to the door leading out of what must be a master bedroom is the bathroom, which had the light on the sound of a shower running. It cuts off and there's a pause in sound. A man pops around the corner with a towel over his shoulders and.... nothing else on. His silver hair is wet and he's shaking one side of the towel through it. His eyes focus on Yuri and a smile crosses his face.]

Yuri! You're awake! [his own nakedness is the last thing on his mind]

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri wishes he could say that he took this all in with dignity, but the reality couldn't be further from the truth. As soon as Victor pops into view, he stumbles mid-stride. His socks--two of the only three articles of clothing he's got on him--have no purchase on the wooden floor, and down he goes, tumbling into a sad heap.]

Wh...what? [Yuuri stammers, unable to form a coherent sentence. That's Victor Nikiforov. And he's naked, his brain supplies helpfully. The rest is essentially white noise as Yuuri realizes he's staring and quickly averts his gaze to the floor. Yes, that's much safer.]

[wauuu]

Whoa! [he'll rush over, reaching for Yuri's arms to try and catch him.

Instead he just goes down with the man, landing on top of him in a naked heap]

[yokunaru]

[There's Victor Nikiforov. And he's naked and on top of him. Yuuri lets out a strangled sort of squeak as he tries to process this. Spoilers: it's not processing. Between the impressive hangover and this unexpected run in with his idol, Yuuri's just completely overwhelmed.

The only thing he manages to do is turn completely red, the heat just about radiating from his face.]

[wauuu]

[Victor had mostly landed face first into Yuri's chest, his legs tangling with the other man's. Their groins together, Victor just barely managing to land against Yuri's hips instead. At least his doesn't knee Yuri in the junk...]

Oof..! Sorry! H-hey, are you alright? [oh god, he was just trying to help! He'll crawl to his feet, grabbing his towel which fell off his shoulders. Damn wood flooring, he should have carpet in these rooms... He'll finally have the decency to tuck the towel around his waist, before grabbing Yuri above the elbows to hoist up]

[yokunaru]

[Up he goes, clinging to Victor's arm to steady himself. With Victor just slightly more decent now, Yuuri finds it a little easier to breathe, though the furious blush doesn't fade at all.]

It's you. [He stares up at Victor, bewildered. It's barely a whisper, but at least he's managing to get the words out.] What are you doing here?

[wauuu]

Be a little strange if I wasn't here. [There's a soft laugh that he can't help. That look, that question, quite precious...]

It is my house.

[yokunaru]

[Rather than clearing things up for Yuuri, it only seems to confuse him more. He's in Victor's house, shouldn't he be more excited? And yet, all Yuuri can think about is how a huge chunk of yesterday night's memories is missing. Yuuri has no idea what happened after arriving at the banquet with Celetino, but it'd apparently led him to Victor's house.]

Your house? Then... what am I doing here? [He asks tentatively, as if he's afraid to hear the answer.]

[wauuu]

You came back with me, after the banquet. Do you want a shower? Some fresh clothes?

[yokunaru]

I....I did? [Yuuri can't imagine why he would have agreed, when he was still feeling crushed over his terrible performance. Thinking about this only worsens his headache, which gleefully reminds him it's still there with a painful throb.]

Shower and clothes would be great. [Remembering that he's only dressed in his briefs and socks, Yuuri blushes and decides to figure out the rest once he's decent again. Although....there's something bothering him about all this. His state of undress, Victor's lack of clothes, being in Victor's home--it hits him in a second.

No way. Yuuri's eyes widen even as he squeaks out] Did...did we...?

[wauuu]

[Being neither stupid nor blind, Victor knows what this looks like.]

Have sex? No, no, you were far too drunk. [He's not that kind of guy, no matter how cute and sexy he found his sloppy drunk dream man.]

[yokunaru]

[His face heats up again--at this rate it's just going to stay this way permanently. He's a little shocked by how straightforward Victor is about all this, but he supposes being presented with a clear cut answer is better than the alternative. Relief worms itself into his chest. Whatever happened last night, at least he hadn't made a fool of himself in front of his idol--or so he hopes. Things always get a little dicey with him when there's alcohol involved.]

Thank you for bringing me back here, then. [Yuuri murmurs. It's still so surreal to him, but he is grateful that Victor was apparently looking out for him.]

I, um... [He glances up at Victor, trying to push back the rising mortification at what he has to ask, and failing miserably.] Might have to borrow something to wear until I can get my things from the hotel. [The words rush out in one breath, probably just a little incomprehensible. After everything, it's too much to hope that Victor managed to collect his belongings before they left.]

[wauuu]

You very much wanted to come home with me. [he'll wink, but leave it there, gesturing Yuri passed him to the bathroom he'd left.]

The shower should still be warm, so go right a head. I'll get you some clothes and leave them on the bed for you. Towels are clear, cabinets have aspirin somewhere, feel free to rummage around. [he doesn't keep anything personal around his vacation home and it... really showed. It may as well be a hotel, for how unlived in it felt.]

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri sputters. Is there steam rising off his face? It sure feels like it. For the second time this morning, he prays that he didn't say anything too embarrassing to Victor while he had too much drink in him.]

Thanks. [He says too quickly and then practically throws himself into the bathroom to escape.

When he emerges some time later, he feels much more human. The painkillers are kicking in, making the headache much more bearable, and most of his skin's covered again. Victor's shirt hangs a little loosely on him, but there's no helping that at the moment. As Yuuri tugs absently at the hem, he takes in the house with clearer eyes.

Victor's been nothing but kind to him so far--if a little more teasing than Yuuri would have expected--but the house feels...empty somehow. It makes Yuuri frown slightly as he examines the mostly bare walls.]

[wauuu]

[Victor left out underwear, socks, a pair of rather clingy yoga pants that were a tad too long, and a v-neck shirt. All very comfortable and casual and clean, perhaps even slightly warm like they'd popped out of the dryer recently.

Victor isn't in the room after, he's gotten dressed himself and is out in the kitchen. The room Yuri was in was large, but doesn't really compare to the rest of the house it opens out into. If he hears the door open, he'll look over his shoulder a wave from the stove, he's put on some tea so it smells quite nice.]

[yokunaru]

Hi. [It takes a second for Yuuri to get his mouth to work. This whole thing is just so surreal and domestic, he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it.]

Thanks for all of this.

[Shyly, he waves a hand at himself, indicating the clothes.] Um, did you see my phone anywhere? I should call Mr. Celestino and let him know where I am.

[wauuu]

Not a problem, sit down, tea is almost ready. [he'll point to his counter, where there was a phone with basically no screen.]

You threw your phone across the room last night and it shattered.

[yokunaru]

[That...is not the answer he was expecting. Yuuri gapes at him, thinking he must have heard wrong.]

I did what?

[wauuu]

[Victor just blinks at him, tea beginning to whistle behind him. He'll turn and grab it, pouring them both cups full as he answers]

It fell out of your pocket and when someone tried to hand it back, you just threw it!

Rather gleefully I might add. [but with literally no explanation]

[yokunaru]

[He sinks down into a chair, covering his face with his hands.] So much for calling my coach.

[He's also starting to get the feeling the rest of the night wasn't much better for his dignity. For one, he doesn't remember anything past the second flute of champagne and that's a bad sign. Yuuri peeks up at Victor through his fingers.]

Was I really that drunk?

[wauuu]

You don't remember that at all? That was pretty early. [he looks concerned, but goes about his little tea preparation. He gets a fresh lemon from the fridge and finds a knife, cutting it into fours, squeezing one into Yuri's cup. After that he'll grab some honey and put that in, stirring it with a delicate teaspoon before sliding it to Yuri]

What can you remember?

[yokunaru]

[Pretty early, he said. The foreboding feeling gets stronger.]

Thanks. [Yuuri says quietly, automatically curling his hands around the cup, though he doesn't drink yet.]

I...I just remember arriving at the banquet. I wasn't going to go at first, but Mr. Celestino insisted. [A frown flits across his lips as he tries to sift through muddled memories.] I remember the champagne. [He closes his eyes, suddenly looking pained.] A lot of champagne.

[wauuu]

You drank a lot! Do you remember talking to me? You were pretty drunk by then. [he'll get his own tea together]

You wandered up and I think you meant to introduce yourself, but instead you just said "I'm going to talk to Victor Nikiforov".

Which I thought was quite funny!

[yokunaru]

[Yuuri immediately pales. Logically, he knows he and Victor must have talked if he ended up here, but thinking of how ridiculous he must have been makes embarrassment flood through him again.]

I'm so sorry. [The words tumble out in a hurry.] I hope I didn't cause you too much trouble.

[wauuu]

It was a lot of fun, honestly! Those banquets are usually do tedious. Not sure why the venue had a stripper pole, but it got used. [Hahahaa]