Viktor stared over his reflection in the mirror. Currently, he stood in only a pair of black Under Armour leggings. He frown when he saw his face, still a little red in the cheeks from only having just come inside. "I just don't know." He repeated over, pacing between his mirror and his closet, occasionally re-inspecting the state of his hair.

"What is it this time?" Chris leaned against the doorframe of Viktor's room, watching the other male struggle to pick out an outfit. The bleached blond was currently in the process of spooning blueberry yogurt into his mouth.

"Just not sure what vibe I want to give off." The older of the two sighed as he looked at two shirts. "Do I want to say 'I'm a good boy, teehee', or 'fuck me raw on this kitchen table'? Do I want to look like I got dressed especially for this, or do I want to look like I just got back from a work out?"

"You did just come back from a work out." Chris rolled his eyes before pushing off the door frame and sauntering into the room, placing his empty yogurt cup and plastic spoon on top of a dresser. He took the two shirts from Viktor's hands, raising an eyebrow at the suggestions, then ultimately shook his head disapprovingly before dropping them on the floor with the other rejects.

"I wish I'd had the time to shower first." The ashen blond complained once more.

"You could have left the studio early. But did you? No."

"Oh shush." Viktor combed his fingers through his hair, nose crinkling at the greasy feeling. He walked over to his dresser, which just felt like it was filled only with clothes he definitely wasn't about to wear. On top was a container of baby powder. The college student poured some of the white powder out into his hand before tousling it through his hair. One benefit to having such light hair was that little tricks like this worked well, and didn't make it look like he had a dandruff problem.

"Ok what about this." Chris pulled a look purple sweater out of the closet. "Keep those leggings on, and wear this over it."

The expression of Viktor's face looked appalled. "I just spent four hours sweating in these leggings. I'm not wearing them to a hookup."

"You have other black leggings." This was true. Chris knew Viktor's wardrobe like the back of his hand, and vise versa. They tended to borrow items from one another, especially when they were planning to go out to parties or clubs together. When Viktor still had a skeptical look on his face, Chris just dropped the sweater on the ground. He knew damned well how important it was to look fuckable without looking like you were trying to hard. Part of the reason the pair were such good friends was because they had helped each other get laid over the years. "I'm sticking with the leggings look, because they show off your legs and hips really well, but what about this instead."

The next item Chris pulled out was a double layered tank top. The under layer tank was a tight, deep red cotton, while the outside was a loose and flowey black. The two were connected at the straps by a pair of golden rectangular clasps. The collars hung low so that they showed off his collarbones and the top of his chest, as well as the sculpting of his shoulderblades.

"Oh wait. That could work." Viktor ran back to his dresser and looked through the various metal dishes that collected different necklaces, bracelets, etc. It took a few moments of untangling chains before he was able to remove a golden-metallic, zig-zaged cuff that fit perfectly around his bicep. While he was there, he tied two red woven bracelets around one wrist. "You, my dear, are a god send."

"I try." Chris pulled the shirt off of it's hanger, putting that back in the closet before handing the article to Viktor. "Besides, if this guy is getting a second night out of you, then he really must have been good."

Viktor only hummed a tune that lingered in his head as he fished a second pair of black leggings out from his drawers. It was true that most of Viktor's hook-ups were just simple one-nighters. He generally prefered to keep his options open. It was much more fun to go out at night, meet someone new, and see where the night took them. He kept apps like Grindr and Tinder around for his more desperate and stress-filled nights, when he really just needed a quick something to tide him over. If he was lucky, it got him face down in a pile of pillows, and a pleasant ache in his hips the next morning. This Yuuri guy though, had delivered quite well on all counts. He was a gentleman, that was for sure. But Viktor had had his fair share of gentleman over the years. Still, Viktor liked to think it was purely coincidence that he was seeing him a second time.

"Do want a ride?" Chris asked.

"You sure? I don't want to trouble you." Viktor stuck his tongue out as he gathered all of his hair together and twisted an elastic tie around it.

"I'm going to meet Joey, so I can drop you off on the way." The second the bleached-blond dropped the name, the other male was instantly intrigued. There was an amused twinkle in Chris's eyes.

"You picking up for tonight?" Viktor couldn't help his hopeful curiosity.

"I don't mind waiting for tomorrow night if you want me to get some for you too." It wasn't hard for Chris to read Viktor's mind at this point. He didn't have too many plans this weekend.

"You are literally the best." There was a second where Viktor just checked his reflection in the mirror a few times over, turning to get a quick look at his butt. "My wallet's on the kitchen counter. Take what you need."

"How much are you looking to do?"

"Just double whatever you were going to get for yourself."

"Sounds good." With that, Chriss dismissed himself from the room, making sure to grab his trash, leaving Viktor to finish getting ready.

After deciding that he looked great - of course he did - Viktor turned around to look at his bed, which was mostly covered by seventy pounds of sleeping poodle. "Makkachin! What do you think baby?" He did a quick twirl after seeing the dog wake up and lift his head. In turn, the dog stood up from it's spot, hoping off the mattress and stretching his hind legs before circling around his owner, tail wagging. Clearly, Makkachin approved. Viktor crouched down to the dog's level. His hands went out to play with the fluffy curls. "You are the best doggo in the world, yes you are. Daddy might not be coming home tonight, but you be a good boy ok?"

Makkachin barked, tailing wagging behind him.

Whenever meeting someone for a hookup, it was always good to be a few minutes late. Not so late that they would think you were standing them up, but eight minutes never hurt anyone. So, when Yuuri had suggested meeting at five thirty, Viktor made the mental note to make it five thirty-eight.

They had talked a bit about the logistics of their little meet up. Yuuri had offered to buy coffee for the two of them, but they ended up deciding to go to a little cafe that would also serve food so that they could eat as well, especially seeing as Yuuri would have been just getting off work. The plan afterwards was to go back to Yuuri's apartment again, where there would be no worries about a roommate or various pets getting in the way. Other than that, they hadn't talked too much about details for what they were going to do; they just knew they were going to screw. Coffee was only a simple pleasantry.

Viktor arrived at the cafe, saying a thanks to Chris for driving him over, and readjusted a pair of sunglasses so they rested on the top of his head. Seeing as he didn't have pockets, he kept his phone, wallet, and keys in a small clutch bag that was decorated with a capricorn symbol.

The cafe was cute. There was a little outdoor seating area on the sidewalk, but when Viktor didn't see who he was looking for, he decided to just walk into the building. The interior had a bit of an industrial feel to it. The walls were mostly exposed brick, with wooden tables and black metal chairs placed strategically within the floor space. The service counter was located along the far left wall, and had at least four people working fast paced behind it, making drinks and preparing what looked mostly like sandwiches. Viktor scanned the space, seeing various people littered throughout the cafe, either working or casually enjoying the company of one or two friends, until his eyes finally settled on the person he was looking for.

Yuuri was flipping through a book when Viktor approached the little table for two. Because of that, he didn't notice the other's presence until Viktor was just a few steps away. But the moment their eyes met, a slight smile grew on the older man's face. "And here I was thinking you might not show." Yuuri stuck a finger in between the pages of his book.

"I'll have you know, that if I was going to stand you up, I would have messaged you at exactly five thirty." The college student put his clutch down on the table before pulling out the empty chair so that he could sit down. He watched the other's face twist into confusion before relaxing just slightly so that an amused smile to appear. "Hope you weren't waiting long."

The twenty-seven year old shook his head. "I was just reading." Yuuri opened his book just enough to fold the corner of the page he left off on, before closing the book entirely and resting it down on the table.

"Is it good?"

"Absolute garbage." The remark came with a frown. "I wouldn't recommend it to anyone."

"Seriously?" Viktor could have sworn he just saw the man more than halfway through the novel. It didn't make sense to make it that far into a book you didn't like. At least, Viktor personally would have lost interest almost immediately. "Why are you reading it then?"

"A co-worker wrote it. So I kind of feel like I have to." Yuuri shrugged. In the process, the man took off his suit jacket. He hung it over the back of his chair. It immediately made his attire look more casual. "Anyways… I promised you coffee?"

"Well, you promised me more than coffee, now didn't you?" Viktor winked at the man across the table.

"I did." Yuuri leaned over the table some, a rather flirtatious grin on his face, resting his elbows on the wooden surface. "But considering the rest comes later, how about you tell me what you want to drink?"

It was nice to know that they were already building up a little sexual tension. "Vanilla latte. Soy milk."

"Anything to eat?"

"Hmm. Just a muffin or something would be lovely."

"Coming right up." Yuuri pushed himself up from the table. The man patted his pants pocket twice to double check he had his wallet before he made his way through the floor of the cafe, to the line building up before the register.

The sterling silver haired college senior took the opportunity to check through his phone. He sent a quick message to Chris to say that they had met up no problem, then quickly tapped open Instagram. He had two accounts; one for himself, and one purely for his beloved Makkachin. Right now, his phone just happened to be opened up to the later. There were quite a few notifications from people who had 'liked' and/or commented on his previous post - a photo from that morning of the poodle licking an empty jam jar clean. He scrolled through them, which were mostly just people declaring just how adorable his dog was. Of course his dog was the best dog in the world. No one had to tell him twice. Once Viktor had finished looking through that account, he switched over to his other, and took the time to click through many of the updated stories of the people he followed.

While he probably hadn't actually been waiting all that long in the grand scheme of things, Viktor could be very impatient. While this cafe was nice, and the ambiance was decent, he didn't like sitting alone at a table for longer than he had to. Thankfully enough, his companion for the evening returned pretty quickly with a grande coffee cup in either hand, one with a muffin balanced precariously on the lid, and a sandwich tucked into the crook of his elbow. The older man placed all the items down on the table before he worked his way back into his seat.

"I hope blueberry is ok." Yuuri said, gesturing to the muffin.

"Perfect actually." Pale hands made a quick beeline for the paper cup with 'latte' poorly scrawled down the side in black sharpie. Coffee was always good, but free coffee was without a doubt the best. "I hope this doesn't make you think that I can be easily bought." The college student formed a smile around the edge of his coffee cup.

"I wasn't planning on buying you." A frown appeared on the business man's face the second the words left his mouth. It was clear by his twisted expression that he wasn't too happy with the way those words had formed together; perhaps he was even thinking about how horribly wrong his sentence sounded out of context. Yuuri cleared his throat into the curve of his fist before he began picking at the crust of his BLT. "So… What have you been up to?"

Viktor shrugged. "Oh, nothing too exciting. I've been spending most of my time in the studio lately."

"Studio?" There was curiosity in dark brown eyes.

Sometimes it was really hard to remember what one has and has not mentioned to people you meet on Grindr. Most of the time, one would either pretend you're interested in learning more about someone, and ask basic yet completely useless questions, or go straight to the sexual innuendos and dick pics. Although, considering Viktor had been talking on and off with Yuuri for about a week now, he was almost surprised that he hadn't mentioned more things about his personal life before hand. "I'm a dancer. I've been working on coming up with some choreographies lately."

"Is that what you're studying in school? Dance?" Yuuri asked before taking a small enough bite from his sandwich that he'd be able to keep a conversation without having to pause.

"Performing arts, but yeah, I focus on dance mostly." It was hard to keep the smile off of his face as he talked. Viktor liked what he did, and was thankful to be quite good at it. "Since I'm in my last year, I'm working on something that's akin to a thesis. The goal is to choreograph and produce a full show."

Yuuri looked genuinely interested, which was… well, it was a different reaction that Viktor was used to. "That's amazing. I didn't realize you were so artistic."

"Now what is that supposed to mean?" The tone of Viktor's voice was more teasing than anything, but it was still fun to see a man four years his senior get flustered.

"Nothing bad! Promise." Yuuri took a sip of his own coffee as he gathered his thoughts. "It's just not every day I meet someone so dedicated to dance and being on stage and all. I could never do it."

Viktor looked over the man across from him. "Well, what do you do?"

"Nothing super exciting, I'm afraid to say." The man scratched at the back of his neck. "To put it simply, I manage those one of those overpriced spas in a hotel."

Now that was certainly an unexpected, yet highly useful, piece of information. Maybe it would be considered evil and conniving, but the poor college student in him immediately thought about just how many blowjobs he would give for an exfoliating facial and deep back massage. "I don't suppose you can get me a free back rub?"

Yuuri immediately looked thoughtful as he chewed his newest bit of food. He hummed a little as he swallowed. "It wouldn't be impossible."

"Yuuri Katsuki, you're about to become my new sugar daddy."

A laugh is probably the better reaction one can get from such a statement. "I didn't realize that's what you were looking for."

"I'm looking for a lot of things."

"Do tell?"

Viktor was finished with his coffee. He was finished with his muffin. Nimble fingers folded the paper wrapper in half over and over until it was too thick to do more. "Well," He let his voice get quiet, so that anyone who might be eavesdropping wouldn't be able to overhear. "Right now, I think I'm looking to get out of here."

It grew quiet between them for what was likely not even five second before Yuuri spoke up again. "Give me about three minutes to finish this, and then we can get out of here?"

"Perfect."

Viktor woke up the following morning to the sound of his phone going off. There was an audible groan from the man who layed in bed next to him; both were clad in only their underwear from the previous day.

When the ringtone continued to sound, the young adult forced himself out from underneath comfortable blankets to figure out where the heck he had placed his phone to begin with. The wince that came when he sat up was involuntary, but not unwelcomed. Yuuri had definitely done a number on him the night before. Eventually, Viktor found the blasted device on the floor on the other side of the room, how it got there was a complete mystery. He took one look at the caller ID.

Incoming Call: Gay Bae

Answer - Ignore

He quickly swiped across the screen of his phone to pick up the call. "Hey Chris. Yeah. Yeah, I'm alive." There was a chuckle from the bed behind him, which caused Viktor to turn around and see his half-naked fuck buddy rising from his dead-like sleep. So, Viktor walked back over to the mattress. He sat back down, being more conscious of how he did to try and avoid much pain. "Yeah, I can stop at the store first. Text me the list, will you? Alright. I'll text you when I leave." With that, he hung up.

"Friend of yours?" The deep, tired vocal chords almost made a shiver crawl down Viktor's spine. He had learned the night before, in the form of lewd suggestions whispered into his ear just how low Yuuri's voice could get. In that same moment, Viktor learned just how much of a turn-on that voice was.

"My roommate actually." Viktor hummed when the warmth of another body pressed into his back. A playful bite on his shoulder created a new mark to top off purple bruises. "He just called to say that we're running low on toilet paper."

"Well that could be a catastrophe."

"Definitely not ideal, no." There was a pause as Viktor flipped through his phone to check and see if he had any notifications of any importance. He had a few texts, but it was no one he couldn't leave on "read" until later in the day.

"Do you need to leave soon, or can I offer you breakfast?"

Viktor looked at the clock on his phone. It was only nine in the morning, which felt oddly early considering their night time fornicating had definitely taken until past three am. The younger male let his phone drop to the carpeted floor, not particularly caring about the safety of the device, before he turned around to face the other. "We could do breakfast." He traced his forefinger over the dips in Yuuri's bicep. "Or… My back could become reaquainted with your bedsheets."

A smirk grew on the older man's features. "You just read my mind, beautiful."