phichitchu | [closed for emberossing] Out There

"Hm?" he's gotten ready in his usual gear in a daze and is already half out the door, "Oh! No, not really," he grabs one of those protein gel sorts of packs out of a drawer and tosses it in his bag. It's probably not the best thing for him, but his stomach's been bothering him with nerves recently and while it gets better later in the day, this early when he's still half asleep, it feels kind of like everything makes him a little nauseous.

He does manage a little smile for Phichit though,

"Thanks," he does this thing, sometimes now, where he smiles at Phichit just this tiny be more softly, even if he seems to spend most of the time when they're not very literally all curled up in one another treating him a lot more like a friend than a lover.

Phichit returns the tiny smile with a broad grin of his own, being much more of a morning person. He unpeels the fruit in his hand, and breaks off a piece to feed Yuuri with, holding it up to his mouth.

"I know you're not gonna say no to my banana," Phichit teases. "Go on, you need something to fuel you. And bananas are good for upset stomachs so don't give me that excuse."

A lot of the time, it's kind of hard to tell anything's happened or changed between the two of them. Yuuri's still usually a little standoffish both in public and in their dorm, seems to be fairly accepting of Phichit not having personal space but rarely closes that distance himself. Most of the time, if someone was for some reason able to look through the walls into their little space, they wouldn't think there was anything non-platonic about their relationship. It would probably be a little irritating or insulting, maybe, except that then sometimes Yuuri does things when he's a little caught off-guard, like lean a little into Phichit's side and sweetly open his mouth to get fed the banana, as though that's a perfectly reasonable thing to have happen. He doesn't even protest.

"Thanks," he says again, warmer this time, with a kind of sleepy look to him that would be very tempting to do something about if Celestino wouldn't kill them both if they were late for practice.

Phichit loves it when Yuuri gets soft and compliant, because he's usually too stubborn for his own good, especially when Phichit wants to spoil and take care of him. He's delighted for the chance to feed Yuuri and does so without hesitation, then chases after with his own lips to give Yuuri a sweet little peck.

He doesn't mind that he's the one doing most of the sappy stuff; their relationship is kind of a blurry thing between platonic and sexual and Phichit's pretty sure Yuuri's his soulmate in some capacity -- what he gets from Yuuri is more emotional fulfillment and a reason to stay grounded and determined when his goal seems really out of reach. Everything else is a bonus he gives and takes when he thinks it's necessary, and he knows Yuuri would ask to take, too, if he needed it!

"You're welcome," he chirps, before taking a bite of the fruit himself. "Ready to go?"

Considering how little he lets anyone else do it, maybe it's a show of love all on it's own that he does seem to trust Phichit with taking care of him, even if it's just some of the time. The kiss is a little awkward because his mouth is still full of banana, but they manage, and it leans him more into Phichit's warmth. He's always a little cuddlier when he's tired.

"No, but we have to," he is just not a morning person. He's usually not fully awake until they're most of the way through warm ups.

Phichit giggles, putting an arm around Yuuri's waist for a quick squeeze. "You'll perk up on the ice. You love skating," he reminds Yuuri, because he knows it's easy to forget things like that when what you love feels more like work and takes you away from other things you love.

He grabs Yuuri's gym bag and throws it over his other shoulder, then tosses Yuuri his windbreaker. "Can you lock up? I think I lost my key again."

"I know," it's said with a bit of thanks in there, though. And then he's pulling out his own keys while he struggles into the windbreaker, which is also adorable because he's still kind of sleep-fumbly, too, almost smacks into the doorjamb leaving, but does lock up behind them.

"You really should be better about that," he says, about the keys, but there's no really sense of him chiding him about it, it's just words. There's a yawn afterwards.

Phichit giggles at Yuuri's early morning cuteness, and takes his hand as they head down the hall, just to make sure he doesn't bump into anything else.

"I know I had it when I got back from the store last night, so it's somewhere in my room. One of the hams probably got hold of it and moved it while they were playing."

Phichit isn't too worried, because his keys always turn up again. He'll do a more thorough search after practice. Or, well, after after practice of things go according to plan.

They leave their building and head out into the nippy weather, and Phichit immediately shivers. "Darn cold!"

Yuuri doesn't really express a whole lot of physical affection, but he's very receptive to it and his fingers curl instinctively with Phichit's as they head down the hall, rubbing at his eyes sleepily with the other hand.

"Well, that's good then," he is not a conversationalist in the morning, either.

He flinches, too, at the cold, but he's never bothered by it in quite the same way Phichit is. It's colder for much longer here than the winters in Hasetsu, but it doesn't really get very much colder than he's used to. January is always tough, but the fall rarely bothers him.

"Do you need my scarf?" he offers, still a little blearily.

Yuuri is so adorable, it almost gives Phichit a coronary; from the gentle way he immediately twines his fingers with Phichit while simultaneously rubbing his eyes, to the lack of hesitation in offering his warm clothing, he's being unfairly cute.

"Aww, no, that's okay," he replies quickly. "You need it more. You look so sleepy I wanna get you all swaddled up like a baby." His tone is teasing, but his words are genuine. There's something about Yuuri when he's so tired and soft looking that kicks up Phichit's protective instinct. He almost feels bad about what plans he has for them later. Almost.

"Let's get to the rink fast, okay?"

Yuuri flushes and kind of turtles down in his scarf which doesn't help any of the cute-and-soft looking thing. From other people, that would probably bother him, but Phichit's just so earnest about everything. It never seems like he's making fun of him, when he says things like that.

Maybe some of that is because he also drags him along on those things like what he's planned later...

Either way, he nods and picks up the pace of their walking, because if it's just him, he'd probably dawdle on the way to the rink, but if Phichit's cold, clearly hurrying is the better option.

He does like to skate, he promises. He just wishes he could skate sometime after noon, instead of early in the morning.

Phichit is grateful when Yuuri picks up the pace a little more, and they live close enough to the rink to get there before his un-held fingers are too frostbitten. Once he gets inside, Phichit sighs in relief as warmth spreads through him, and he gives Yuuri his hand back so they can head down the narrow staircase to the men's locker room one at a time.

It's empty when they get there, and Phichit goes on auto to their favorite corner, and slides the bags off his shoulders. He sets Yuuri's down on the bench a little away from his, so they both have space to move around, and starts shedding his outer layers and stuffing them in his locker. He's already wearing the gym pants he's going to skate in, and he's not sure he wants to invent an excuse to give Yuuri an overwhelming, early morning eyeful while he's still half asleep, so Phichit decides to save that for later and just get everything put away mostly-neatly.

"Do you need help?"

He's stashing all of his own outerwear in the locker, mechanically, but he does look at least a little more awake by the time he's down to his usual training clothes.

"No, I'm good, thanks," he grins a little more brightly at Phichit, grabbing his skates. It's always like this. He hates mornings, but he loves the ice, so there's always a cute change between when he's tired and excited and it's usually right around here.

Phichit grins in response to the cute smile Yuuri has as he picks up his skates, and bounds over to his side to kiss him briefly before Yuuri leaves the locker room and he misses his chance. Celestino and the other coaches and skaters don't exactly know about what they get up to, and Phichit knows they'd be facing an annoying amount of meddling if anyone found out.

"Let's go! Today is going to be the day that I nail every triple loop!" He declared. "And Yuuri will give me a prize if I do!"

Yuuri's kisses are always sweet in the mornings, and this one is warm even though it's brief. He blushes and ducks his head afterwards, but it's with pleasure, not embarrassment.

He doesn't really so much care about keeping things a secret so much as he just doesn't think about displaying affection in public beyond the just-this-side-of-platonic way he lets Phichit touch him but will kind of flinch away from other people. He also lets Celestino touch him, after all, and that's definitely just platonic, and Celestino is really the only person's opinion he cares about. It makes it easier, obviously, but if Phichit just kissed him in the middle of the rink, the reason he'd be uncomfortable would have nothing to do with everyone knowing.

He's up off the bench and following him with a nod and then a laugh,

"What kind of prize would you want?" it's not meant to be a sexy question, but he does that think where his voice is so affectionate that it kind of sounds like it a little.

Phichit giggles and reaches for Yuuri's hand.

"I have an idea~ Actually, more than an idea, it's a surprise. Do you want a hint?" He wonders, waiting by the door.

"Oh? A surprise?" he really should know better. Phichit's usually the one with surprises that are frankly a lot dirtier than what Yuuri would think to come up with.

But then, he usually ends up enjoying them, and he's gotten a lot more comfortable with that enjoyment-- slowly, but the progress is clearly there. So the grin he throws back is maybe actually a little suggestive, even if it's still more curious than sexy,

"What's the hint?"

With his hand around Yuuri's wrist, he guides his hand down to the waistband of his pants, and pushes Yuuri's fingers to skim down enough to give him the hint that he's not wearing any underwear, without making him touch any particularly private places. He gives Yuuri his hand back with a wink.

"Maybe that knowledge will keep you warm on the ice!"

It takes him a moment to sort out that he's being shown something instead of just being pressed to tease Phichit some-- though he proves perfectly willing to do so, maybe even sliding his fingers a tiny bit more into the realm of deliberately sexual-- and then takes another moment to sort through what it is, exactly, that he's being shown. And then his eyes widen and his cheeks flush hot.

"Phichit!" It's technically an admonishment, but he sounds more shocked than anything. And Phichit knows the difference now between the way Yuuri flushes when he's embarrassed and they way he flushes when he's turned on, and this is definitely the latter.

The offended cry of his name sends Phichit into giggles, and wiggles his hips as he starts up the staircase.

"Life is much more fun when you're living on the edge, Yuuri. And the edge is way more fun when you're there with me!" He explains, turning around to face his friend and delight in his blush. "No one else knows, let's keep it that way, yeah?"

Yuuri just stares at him with his mouth open for a second, and Phichit might be delighted to see him have to very deliberately raise his eyes when Phichit turns around-- though whether he was checking out Phichit's ass or just still staring at it shocked isn't immediately clear.

"Yeah... yeah okay," he's still dazed, but then he kind of snaps out of a moment later, starting up the stairs, himself, after him. "I'm definitely invested in your success now," he can't be that flippant with many people, but Phichit is one of them.

"Why? Are you scared I'll freeze my cute butt off if I fall today?" He jokes, turning to wait for Yuuri when he reaches the top of the stairs. "I mean, that would be terrible, but then you'd get to warm it back up, wouldn't you?"

"You said it was a hint to a prize," he manages, because words are difficult at the moment. He's both climbing stairs and trying not to think about how his roommate is very naked under his pants that he's at butt-eye-level to. "If you made all your triples." He manages to keep his tone more or less even, but he's maybe breathing a little heavier than normal for those stairs.

He's still flushed bright red, but Phichit teasing him isn't anything new.

"Oh yeah... hm. But it wouldn't be fair if I withheld the prize from you, either, just because of my mistakes... Maybe I'll have to come up with two prizes, a Phichit prize and a Yuuri prize! Or maybe you can pick the Yuuri prize? The prize you'll get if you do well today and meet your personal goal!"

He says this very seriously, obviously thinking about the situation.

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