Fic: The Tango Lesson, YOI, Chris/Yuuri

Turns out my YOI OTP is Chris/pretty much anybody! I'm drowning in WIPs and exchange fic deadlines, but had to get something out for my turn on writetomyheart. I'd been wanting to write something for pbam too, so this did double-duty. The Porn Battle prompts were: dancing, handjobs, blowjobs.

The Tango Lesson (2137 words) by Halrloprillalar
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Christophe Giacometti/Katsuki Yuuri
Characters: Christophe Giacometti, Katsuki Yuuri
Additional Tags: Dancing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Semi-Public Sex, Pre-Canon, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Seduction, Chris got there first

Summary: Pre-canon. Snowed in after a competition, Chris asks Yuuri to teach him the tango.

Yuuri breathes in sharply, though he must have known where they were going, and the flush on his face deepens. He doesn’t speak but his fingers clutch Chris’s arm, holding on tightly like Chris is both the storm and the one who will bring him through it.


Also, I listened to a lot of tango music while I was writing but especially this one: DJ Maksy & Bryson Andres – Glad You Came (YouTube)

skip 120

So catching up on DW this morning took me to skip 120! I've been writing so much I've just had to keep my head down. (Okay, yapping on Twitter as much as usual.)

I've been trying, trying so hard to knock down the draft of the final Chris/Georgi story and it's still not done because I keep having to stop and work on exchange stories. Also, even though I know what I have to write, I just can't seem to get to the end of it -- it's like when you have a big bowl of salad and no matter how much you eat the bowl never seems to get any emptier. But I have a day and a bit free before I have to start the next exchange story so maybe this time.

This will be the terrible first draft, mind you. Which is pretty much a bag of cold mashed potatoes that I will then have to bash and kick until it's moulded into a breathtaking marble statue. (Part of the process will be removing metaphors like that one.)

Because I find this story so difficult to write, my brain keeps trying to distract me with ideas for less taxing side stories, some of which are useful and good and on the list for later. But then there was this one:

Chris & Georgi Go To Monte Carlo

Chris: *slaps Georgi's ass* Dress up nice because you'll be on the arm of a high roller tonight.

Georgi: The Russian is the high roller, you Swiss geek. You're my arm candy tonight.

Chris: Well, I am prettier than you. But I'm the one who has a system!

Georgi: See? I got some temporary tattoos to look tough!

Chris: If Victor were here, he'd let me be the high roller.

Georgi: If Victor were here, you'd both be my arm candy.

Chris: Could you say that again but into my phone this time?

Georgi: *looks justifiably suspicious*

Chris: I want to record you agreeing to a threesome with Victor.

Georgi: *rolls his eyes* Fine, high roller. But if your system works, I'm expecting some diamonds.

Spoiler: Chris's system did not work.