AN: Sooooo, here's my first fic in what seems like centuries. I'm still waiting on AO3 invites to start up again which is why I'm beginning to publish here. I'm open to any feedback!

The end of every performance- when the music stops and he just exists in his final pose - is always a moment of unbridled, chaotic, exhausted energy for Yuuri Katsuki. He took a long second to relish in his success before wildly searching the crowd for his coach, famed figure skater Victor Nikiforov, who is inevitably standing at the side of the rink with his arms invitingly outspread.

Spotting him suddenly, Yuuri turns and skates towards him with desperation, craving Victor's arms around him and Victor's whispered praise and Victor's brilliant, proud smile…

Yuuri flung himself into Victor's arms, feeling the older man stagger under his weight. Chuckling softly, Victor pulled away for a moment and studied Yuuri's flushed face: "You're gonna break my back one of these days."

"Sorry," Yuuri winced and took a wobbly step backwards, but Victor did not release him.

"Don't apologize," said Victor, closing the newly opened gap between them, "Just as long as you don't break my heart."

"W-wha-?"

Before Yuuri could react, Victor's nimble hands were buried in his tousled black hair and their mouths connected.

The crowd positively roared. Over the deafening sound of blood rushing in Yuuri's ear he heard the announcer distantly: "Well, uh, looks like Japan's competitor Yuuri Katsuki is sharing a close moment with coach Victor Nikoforov…"

A close moment, indeed. Yuuri thought of nothing but Victor in that moment: the taste of his lips, the strength of his arms, his muscular body pressed against Yuuri's in a way Yuuri had never imagined would make him feel the way he did.

As the kiss drew on, Yuuri's mouth gently fell open and he sighed as Victor's inquisitive tongue slipped between his lips. He felt a warm rush of pleasure between his legs and messily broke the kiss when he began to swell against Victor's thigh.

"Just as long as you don't break my heart?" Yuuri sputtered incredulously, his face turning a deep red. Victor chuckled again, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I thought it was clever. I suppose it's just cheesy." He glanced down at Yuuri's midsection, eyebrows raised. "Perhaps I should have waited until you weren't in such tight-fitting clothes."

Yuuri hurriedly folded his hands over his crotch, realizing all at once that his astounding skating performance, a kiss between him and his coach, and his raging erection were going to be on international television.

"Too late for that," Victor said, throwing an arm around Yuuri's shoulders and waving to the crowd, "It's better to smile and pretend you don't notice. I'm sure the media will forget about it in a few years."