I stepped out of the rink, frustrated with myself. I couldn't land a single jump and it was getting to me. I know that I should just suck it up and stop being a big baby.

"Stop being a chicken nugget." I mumbled at myself as I sat on the bench in front of the lockers. Falling so many times, my ass was sore. It felt like I was punched in the buns over and over.

I sat there, gloomy, staring at the floor. Defeated, I threw my skates on the ground. I couldn't even do something so simple as landing a jump, and my morale was already low to begin with.

"Yuri." Whipping my head over, I stood up as I saw Victor standing there. There was some things that I don't want people to see, and me throw my skates was one of those things.

"V-victor, why are you here?" Pushing my glasses up, I tried keep myself occupied so I wouldn't die of embarrassment. Looking next to my feet, there my skates laid sadly next to me.

Picking them up, I felt Victor's gaze on me as I put them on the bench. "I'm your coach, aren't I'm supposed to be here?" I couldn't say anything. It felt like my mouth was locked shut. "What's wrong? I saw you minutes earlier. Why did you throw them?"

Before I realized it, he was standing close to me, holding my hand firmly. I didn't even bother me anymore. To be honest, I was more open about skinship with him. It was comforting in a way.

"I can't do anything right." Biting my lip, I kept my eyes on our hands that were still together. Saying something so silly was embarrassing.

"What, do you mean? You're doing great." Petting my hair with his free hand, he tried his best to encourage me. But, to be honest, I still felt like a loser.

"I decided to try to get away from everything. I wanted to just skate, to challenge myself. But I couldn't even land a single jump, not even the ones I always do." I thought to myself 'fuck it' and laid my head on Victor's chest.

Loving the sudden affection, Victor wrapped his hands around me. If I looked up I bet his face would have that big smile he loves showing off.

"Yuri, you are freaking yourself out. You need to relax, getting upset will just make things worse." I shook my head, the material of his shirt followed with me to make a wrinkled mess of it. "Yuri, don't act like that please. Look at me."

"I-I can't." It was the truth, I was so nervous. My body wouldn't allow myself to move my head up. I've never felt like this before, it pretty much felt like a deer in the headlights situation.

Tugging rough on my hair, Victor forced me to look up at him. Though acting quite serious, I barely felt uneasy from his actions. Embarrassed to say this, but I can see why girls like their hair pulled now.

"Yuri." He said, gripping my hair tighter to keep my head in place. "Since I'm your coach, what I say goes. I'll help you relax, even you like it or not." Moving closer, I watched as his face got closer to mine.

I realized what was happening,  which was pretty slow since he was pretty much touching my face with his. "Wait!-"

Muffling the rest of my yelling, his lips forced themselves onto mine. I instantly worried about what to do, not having a lot of experience in kissing in general.

The air started feeling hotter, heavier.  My breathing felt rushed, erratic and I think you could say the same for Victor. My heart felt as if it was going to jump out of my chest.

I applied pressure back to his lips, kissing him back. Suddenly, he started moving his lips and I tried to keep in rhythym. Nipping on my bottom lip, he tried to get my to open my mouth.

Even though asking for entrance, I kept my mouth shut. Moving my lips was hard enough, I couldn't possibly do tongue!

Victor gave a big tug to my hair, making gasp long enough to let himself in. Flinching, I felt his tongue graze over mine. I tried to move mine away from his, but he kept going for it.

Taking a breath in through my nose, I started cooperating. My eyes we're squeezed tight, we played with each other's tongues until it turned into fight for dominance. Obviously, I couldn't win. 

I couldn't do anymore kissing,  I needed to breathe. Pushing his chest, our lips parted. Our breathing was deep, trying to get oxygen back after the making out.

"Are you calm now?" Nodding, I panted as I watched him do the same.

"Yeah."