[Wei Yong] Looking for Lilia

Singing out loud while driving is fun, but after a five-hour drive, it all becomes a throat-wrenching burden.Yuuri was tired and thirsty, regretting the orange soda he drank at the rest stop two hours ago.He couldn't even get up the energy to speak, let alone sing.As for Victor, since they stopped splashing noise along the road, he's been so engrossed in driving that it's hard to see more from that focused profile.

They drove like this for another hour or so, two small rest stops speeding past them, but no one offered to go to the toilet or anything-they were less than fifteen kilometers away from Stuart, two Everyone wished that this torment would end as soon as possible.Just like this, he drove a few kilometers more confusedly, and Yuuri suddenly realized that they hadn't had a decent conversation for several hours, and the time was left behind unknowingly, "everybodygetshurt" was slowly playing on the radio 》, even though they were moving fast, they gave him the illusion of stillness.

"It would be nice if it could stay like this." Victor's voice sounded in his ear, startling Yuuri: he almost thought Victor could read minds, otherwise how would he know what Yuuri was thinking?He turned to look at Victor, who glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and smiled. "No papers, no experiments, no laundry—how nice."

"There's no water or food either," Yuuri pointed out, "and clean sheets and a place to shower."

"Okay, a little fly in the ointment," Victor said, "next time I'll have strawberry milk and gummy bears in the car."

"Oh..." Yuuri groaned, leaned against the window and fell silent.At this time, Victor said again: "Hold on." He looked very serious, "It's not far away. We can arrive in Stuart before two o'clock. The first thing is to find the best hotel in town and let the prince Your Highness, take a bath."

"I think you seem to have forgotten something very important," Yuuri said, "Lilia or something?"

"Oh! That's right." Victor shrugged and snapped his fingers, "Let me tell you, we will go to the dance school to watch after we arrive at the place, and we can buy them at the local souvenir shop before four o'clock in the afternoon. letter from me. You must have faith in my reasoning."

"We don't have that kind of guy here." When they arrived at the dance school a few ten minutes later, they had little trouble getting help from the girl at the front desk to the corridor of the archives room, but there they ran into trouble.The archivists of the dance school stopped them outside the door, and proudly raised their chins and told them that there was no such person.He was a short man of about forty, with a clean-shaven egg-like face, a dark short-sleeved shirt buttoned down to the last button, and a metal name tag on his chest that read "Lynx." Dance Academy". "Even if there is, I can't tell..." He looked Victor up and down, his eyes lingering on the skin exposed by his neckline and his crotch for a while, "Outsiders." He said meaningfully.After he finished speaking, he turned his head and left the two of them to walk towards the archives office.Victor turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Yuuri, and said with his mouth: "He's cute!"

"Then seduce him!"

"what?!"

"Hook- seduce-he-" Yuuri opened his mouth wide so Viktor could see clearly, "Go! You can do it!"

Victor looked at him blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "What?" he repeated, "for what?"

"Go talk to him and ask him to show you some 'inside files'!" Yuuri said, more attracted by the sudden opportunity to tease Victor than the inside files, "It's always like that in the movies."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Victor said, "How sure were we that Lilia was here before I sold my Hue?"

"Very sure, 30.00% probability, everything is based on your deduction, and I'm very convinced of it." Yuuri pushed him, and Viktor smirked at him.

"You'll believe it now," Yuuri heard him mutter, "He looks so horny!"

"Because you look too appetizing, don't babble and go quickly." Yuuri suppressed his stomach ache with a smile, Victor moved awkwardly to the archive room, turning his head three times at a step.It makes Yuuri suddenly feel that everything is worth it, wake up early, live in cheap motels and fast food without nutrition, just to see Victor's embarrassment at the moment - no, he suddenly remembered, I'm not here to find someone ?

He immediately confessed that he had completely put the idea of ​​looking for someone behind him, but the way Victor hugged the door frame with a mournful face made it difficult for him to maintain his self-blame for too long.

"I still think we can discuss it." Victor struggled and said, "I suddenly felt that Lilia would definitely not be here, let's go."

"No no no," Yuuri said seriously, "I trust your reasoning, now is the time to test it."

"Why don't you check it?" Victor said grimly. "Unbutton your shirt."

"Come on, he's not interested in me, who made me a virgin 23?" Yuuri had a big smile on his face, and it felt so good to finally have him teasing Viktor instead of flipping it over, "Come on, maybe you can visit the local souvenir shop before four o'clock."

"I hate you." Victor said sadly, turned around and pressed his hand on the doorknob of the archive room, "Ask me one last time, don't you want to—"

Yuuri folded his arms and looked at him playfully.

"It's up to you, boss." He said, and Victor cursed in Russian, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the archives room.Before the door can be fully closed, Yuuri hears the voice of the archivist saying, "Fire, fire, fire!" which made him laugh wildly.

Ten minutes later, a disheveled Viktor appears in the hallway as if fleeing for his life, grabbing Yuuri and running towards the exit like they're being chased by zombies.After a life-threatening run, Yuuri suddenly realizes that his hand is tightly held by Viktor's, but it would be very unwise to shake it off: Viktor's hand is cold.They run all the way to the parking lot, Viktor opens the driver's door and shoves Yuuri roughly in, and before he can move to the passenger seat, Viktor himself pushes in roughly, and they're in the driver's seat like sardines Huddled together, Yuuri's glasses are askew to one side.

"Ouch, Victor, you've got my hands—"

"I feel it!" Viktor yelled, running his hands through Yuuri's armpits and lifting him into the passenger seat, and after all this, his hair and clothes were messed up, and he looked terrified.

“…” Yuuri wasn’t sure if pointing at his crotch and laughing was a good idea at this point, but he did it anyway, and Viktor gave him a glare, then suddenly jumped up and hugged him tight, Yuuri All the bones in his body were almost crushed by his pressure on his strong chest.Then he let go of Yuuri, brushing Yuuri's hair to the same mess as his own as he walked away—they were two disheveled people now, and it occurred to Yuuri that if anyone passed by the parking lot at this moment, they would feel What are they doing...

Victor had already returned to his seat, adjusting his hair in the rearview mirror.

"You're killing me," he complained, "and he's stuck to me as soon as I'm in, stronger than jellybeans, and then he's talking to me about a bunch of predestined nonsense—I think He's a cultist."

"Okay okay, romance aside," Yuuri said, suddenly feeling like a pimp, "Did you find out, did he let you see the file?"

"Didn't you listen to me, I was entangled as soon as I entered, and I didn't touch the side of the computer at all..." Victor complained and smoothed out a strand of his hair, which was now curled up in all directions Yuuri felt that it was difficult to imagine what kind of erotic story happened in that archive room to make him like this, "But I have another way, I plan to ask the teachers who work in the school myself - obviously They'll all be here." He pulled out a crumpled flyer from his pocket, which looked like it had been hastily stuffed into it and crumpled up.Yuuri picked it up and found it was the official opening party of a nightclub.

"Wait a minute," he said, "I know this store..." He looked up, wondering if he had fallen into some kind of trap again, but he met Victor's innocent smile.

"Looks like you and I are finally going clubbing together," Victor announced triumphantly.

A few hours later, Yuuri and Victor sat together in the double suite of the "Harbour" hotel, carrying five shopping bags in addition to their luggage, which contained all kinds of outfits they bought from the mall: shirts, pants, leather shoes, hairstyles Spray and light cologne, if it wasn't for Yuuri pulling him forward without looking back, Victor almost bought a 2 yuan thin coat - all used to dress Yuuri, which made him feel ashamed .

"If you think what I'm wearing is so problematic," he said, "why don't you bring me two more?"

"I don't think there's something wrong with what you're wearing, my dear." Victor said affectionately, "I think there's something wrong with your whole wardrobe."

"You sound like Phichit," Yuuri mutters, "but I think the sweatshirt is fine."

Victor just pouted unhappily at this, Yuuri didn't know where he got such hostility towards Phichit that he was so unhappy to compare the two together.But he quickly checked his watch and said, "Two more hours." He pointed to the paper bags, "Now, go take a shower and put them on."

Despite the reluctant "uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Yuuri obeyed Viktor's orders and got himself cleaned up - two days in the car, still in a car that smelt of feet After staying in the hotel for one night, he felt as dirty as a sewer.

Ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom wet, and when he opened the door, he met Victor's smiling face holding a large towel. "Wait—" Before he could finish his sentence, Victor wrapped his head in a towel and pushed him to a chair like a kidnapped hostage. Victor began to dry his hair—with gentle movements. It's like a big ball of marshmallow kissing him, which makes Yuuri feel very painful, and Victor stands behind him, spraying warm breath on the top of his wet head, his eyes can be on any part of Yuuri's body. Walking around at will, this knowledge made him tremble and goose bumps all over his body.

"Are you cold?" Viktor's puzzled voice came, and Yuuri shivered even more. The cold was part of the reason, but not all - completely exposing the vulnerable part of the back of the neck to another person, letting him Playing with himself, this sense of loss of control made his adrenaline level rise to an unprecedented level, and he had to clench his fists tightly to hold himself back and let Victor play with him like a toy.At this moment, Victor suddenly touched his neck with his hand, which made Yuuri stand up like an electric shock, and met Victor's astonished expression in the mirror.

"What's wrong?" he asked, still holding the big towel in his hand, Yuuri's lips twitched twice.

"Itchy." He said nonsense casually, "I'm afraid of itching."

Victor shrugged, apologetically. "Understood," he said, "will pay attention." He gestured for Yuuri to sit back in front of him, which Yuuri did, but asked, "Can't you use the hair dryer?"

It was bad advice, because Viktor took it, and soon his lanky fingers were running through the ends of Yuuri's hair in the heat of the hairdryer, slicing across his scalp every now and then—every time. When he did this, Yuuri's heartbeat would violently vibrate, as if it was going to stop suddenly in the next second, after experiencing such violent reactions u more than a dozen times, he could no longer lie to himself that he was just cold or Tickling—his body naturally produced various panic reactions because of Victor's contact, not because of anything else, only because Victor was touching himself, that's all.

Die or die.He began to feel his palms sweating, and he wanted to cover his hot face with his cold fingers, but that action was undoubtedly very conspicuous and weird.He can't stop now, because... wait a minute, no, he suddenly realized, why do I have to ask Victor to blow my hair?

It's like he came out of the bathroom and Victor was waiting there, and then Yuuri automatically forgot that he was an adult and went back to his childhood and became Victor's little follower and companion, which is the same as he has always been The policy that has been firmly implemented since then is diametrically opposed.He has been telling Victor how mature and independent he is, as if he doesn't need him at all, but Victor just needs to stand outside the bathroom door and show him a big smile. It will automatically push him to the position Victor wants.

For the rest of the time, this realization made Yuuri feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and Viktor's movements were gentle and careful, as if he was protecting a fragile diamond jewel.Yuuri secretly looked at him from the mirror, marveling at his earnest expression: he almost suspected that Victor regarded him as some kind of work, and regarded himself as Pygmalion who fell in love with the work.Just as he was thinking like this, Victor suddenly raised his head, looked straight into his eyes, and smiled at him.

It's a meaningless smile, completely different from the mocking and playful ones, it doesn't mean anything superfluous, it's like, he's happy to see Yuuri, so he smiles— — this is a sign of pure pleasure.

Yuuri stared blankly at him, and for a moment, before he knew it, the corners of his mouth had moved by themselves—he gave Victor a shy, shy smile, waiting for him to put it away It was too late.

He just kept staring at Victor in the mirror stupidly. Even though the real him was standing behind him, he ignored his body and instead looked obsessively at the reflection in the mirror, as if pulling away a distance from the real world. Amidst the noise of the hair dryer, he was finally able to smile at Victor without shame and with a clear conscience, which was extremely precious.

Victor's smile in the mirror suddenly faded slowly.He turned his head away, as if thinking about something, and then turned off the hair dryer with a snap.

When his gaze returned to Yuuri's eyes, his smile had regained meaning—it was no longer expressing ease and joy, but a fake smile that concealed something.

"Are you so happy, Yuuri?" He asked in a slightly relaxed tone, "Thinking of going on a date?"

...is simply inexplicable.Yuuri thinks Victor was pushing him on a date the night before almost like a cult pyramid scheme, but now it sounds like he thinks... Yuuri shouldn't be happy and should keep punching and kicking him like a kid who doesn't want to do his homework Just right.

He felt more and more unable to figure out what was going on in Victor's mind.