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Thank goodness the inside of the grotto was mostly in shadow.
Why on earth had he let Phichit talk him into this in the first place? Yeah, the initial idea had definitely been funny, and had seemed like such a good plan when they had first come up with it. Maybe the vast amounts of alcohol they had been consuming had made it appear more amusing than it actually was…
But now?
Sober Yuuri cursed drunk Yuuri under his breath as another hat and scarf clad small child entered the twinkling fairy light lit area to meet ‘Father Christmas’. He knew he could cope with this as long as neither Viktor or Chris found out what he was doing. Silently he offered up a wish that he might be able to get through the ordeal without further embarrassment, providing Peach kept this secret to himself.
Outside the blanket walls of the grotto he could hear the chatter of the rink. Small, excited voices rose and fell as they moved around the icy space.
Yuuko had been overjoyed at the prospect of a winter fayre at the Ice Castle, and her and the triplets had gone all out on the decorations and stalls. The view of the interior of his home rink when he had entered had made him smile brightly, and just maybe relieving some of the anxiety that was pooling in his stomach. Next to him Viktor had squealed with delight and ran off to find Chris who was helping the small children wobble around on their skates on the freshly cleared ice. At least he knew his husband was having a great time, and hopefully being kept busy with his jobs for the event. From somewhere to Yuuri’s right came the tantalising scent of hot chocolate and doughnuts which made his stomach rumble loudly.
The constant stream of easily excitable children passing through the grotto seemed never ending. Yuuri couldn’t decide which was worse, his hunger, the increasing pressure on his rapidly filling bladder, or posing for photos with a small child balanced precariously on his knee.
“Almost done now Santa”
Well, thank goodness for that.
The wig and beard were not only far too hot, but also incredibly itchy. He didn’t even want to think about how sweaty he was under the red and white suit with its sewn in plumped up ‘stomach’.
What he would give for a solitary shower right now.
The last child passed through the shimmering space, excited at having met Father Christmas and leaving with a gift wrapped in shiny paper. Silently Yuuri heaved a deep sigh of relief.
It was over.
Loud giggling outside the ‘door’ startled him, and before he could make sense of what was happening, two figures, who were definitely not small children, barrelled into the tiny space.
Oh no.
“Father Christmas! Can we sit on your knees? We promise we’ve been very good all year!”
“Speak for yourself, Mon Cheri, I have been positively wicked, just ask Peach!”
A tall slender figure plopped down on his lap and wrapped itself like an octopus around his seated frame.
“Santa, do you promise to visit me this year? I’ll have milk and cookies waiting for you!”
“And maybe something else as well!” The other voice spoke with an unashamed filthy laugh.
He had been discovered.
Oh well…
With his best deep voice, Yuuri ‘Ho, Ho, Ho’d’ his way through his Santa speech, directing it solely at the pretty man in his lap.
“Well, young man, that does sound very inviting.” Yuuri half chuckled, getting into the swing of his role now that the shock was receding and he had use of his brain again. “But how do I know that you have been good?”
Without any thought at all, Viktor sat up straight and beamed at ‘Father Christmas’, blue eyes wide with innocence. “My husband always calls me a good boy when I behave for him.”
Under his false wig and beard, Yuuri’s face grew even redder than the carefully applied blush as Chris collapsed to the floor in hysterics, clutching his stomach as he howled for good measure.
With his head in his hands, Yuuri groaned and tried to make himself as small as possible.
He was NEVER drinking with Phichit again.