itscalledvichrisjfc:

Rated M for sexual themes, 500+ words, Victor/Chris as friends with benefits, pre canon

Chris found the note on his locker. It was a bit risky for such an explicit note, but they didn’t care anymore about what kind of rumours could be said. In itself, anyway, it wasn’t even that clear ; a 8-year-old probably wouldn’t understand the obvious innuendo, that was all that mattered. Adults could just deal with it. Anyhow the writing was hard to read – a russian thing, concluded Chris – and only a curious mind would have decrypted the message – and then, they only had themselves to blame. Chris peeled the post-it off and buried it in his pocket before taking his bag and leaving the skating rink. He quickly sent a text to the friends he was supposed to meet tonight. When his best friend/occasional sexual partner/rival/whatever showed up in Switzerland after six months, he didn’t think : he caught up with him. He didn’t even bother to stop by his house in order to change and get useful accessories – no, really, six months. And the note didn’t help with his impatience. So he went straight to the hotel. Of course, his friend could have just gone into his place, it would have been as nice – and less expensive – but he was a dramaqueen, and he liked the atmosphere of hotels. Chris wouldn’t be the one complaining – except if, once again, he ended up paying for it.

The hotel was quite extravagant this time. Very high, very impressive. And the room Chris had to go in didn’t even got a number but a name, which said a lot about the price and the space. Chris had to ask the reception where he had to go but he didn’t really understand what they said. He had to go up, first hallway to the right, then left, then left again and there was a double-door but it wasn’t this one, it was the one on the right, apparently. His bag weighted on his shoulders as he took the crowded elevator. Once at the floor he walked through the corridors three times before finding the double-doors. Finally, he knocked gently. Victor opened to him with a bright smile and immediately fall on his neck.

« You could wait until I’m in, your maze killed me.

-Wasn’t it funny ? I thought it would make the wait even more enjoyable !

-Enjoy- ? Ah, I was forgetting you’re even more masochistic than me. »

Victor ignored it – he couldn’t deny fact – and walked in the center of the room, arms wide opened.

« At least it’s a good reward, I chose the best room !

-You know it doesn’t matter that much ?

-Wait until you saw the bathroom, you’ll thank me. »

It captured Chris’s attention, Victor started laughing.

« Bathtub ?

-Yes.

-Big ?

-Kinda.

-Mirrors ?

-Of course.

-On the ceiling ? »

Victor didn’t replied, but his look said it all. Chris had to admit Victor was right : he hasn’t even seen the bathroom yet, but he already didn’t regret the lost minutes in the corridors. His brain worked fast to find the best way to use this room. It didn’t take long. Excitement and impatience made him reactive, though the fact he already dreamt of such a room played its part.

« Order champagne. Take your camera and your ice skates. Undo your hair.

-I listen now, but after, I’m the one giving orders.

-I hope so. »