are the stars out tonight (слэш)

“Is he always like this?” Viktor asks, but he doesn’t seem to be talking to Yuuri. Yuuri takes advantage of his distraction and wraps his arms more securely around his neck.
“Sober?” That’s Phichit again. Ah, Phichit is the best- except right now, Viktor is definitely the Bestest Best, with his cologne and his skating and his hand pressing into Yuuri’s hip. “Let’s put it this way, if someone tried to touch him like that when he’s sober he’d probably scream and run away. Although…” Yuuri peaks out from Viktor’s neck to see Phichit looking contemplative. Yuuri sticks his tongue out at his friend. “Maybe if it’s you… His room is covered in posters of you, you know.”
“Phichit!” Yuuri shrieks, glaring at him, his former friend, his brother-in-skates, once beloved, now his enemy.
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Even with Phichit along to support his rinkmate, not much changes at the Grand Prix Final- Yuuri still crashes and burns, still gets blackout drunk at the banquet, and still has no idea what to do with his career.
And yet...
In which Viktor is bad at karaoke, Yuuri doesn't know how to people, and having Phichit meddling in their relationship somehow makes everything better and worse at the same time.