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[closed for emberossing] Out There

Phichit Chulanont wasn't particularly known for his subtlety, and ever since he had started a relationship of sorts with his roommate and absolute best friend, he's been even less secretive about his body and less discriminating in initiating contact with Yuuri. But this, he thinks as he gets dressed, is going to be pushing things further than they've ever gone.

He finishes getting ready, in his sweats and a hoodie, grabbing his gym bag with clean clothes and his skates, of course, and leaves his little room to wait for Yuuri so they can head to the rink together.

"Did you eat breakfast yet?" He calls, grabbing a banana off of the counter for himself. He's already had his cereal before getting dressed, but he always gets hungry by the time they get to the rink anyways. Yuuri, on the other hand, will sometimes forget to eat right when he has things on his mind, like training for the Grand Prix. Which is why Phichit is planning this little game for them in the first place.

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Phichit can totally be okay with Yuuri not being one for porn, except that he's acting super guilty in a way that doesn't match what he's saying.

"Hmm... if you don't usually watch porn, then what do you usually do when you need to get off? Do you listen to stuff? Use nudie mags? Have really thorough fantasies?

He's a little breathless just thinking about these things, what Yuuri might get up to alone in bed.

Yuuri squirms, uncomfortable, but Phichit knows him well enough to know it's the uncomfortable he gets when he's going to do or say something he's embarrassed about, not the kind he gets when he wants out of a situation. He's still going along with everything, just in a very Yuuri way.

"Uh... fantasies mostly, I guess?" even here, his walls are covered in Victor posters, it's not a difficult guess what he's thinking about, but he does make it a little easier, "And uh... videos. Just not porn, usually."

Phichit stifles laughter, his eyes flitting around the room to the few posters of Viktor hanging in their shared space. Videos that aren't porn and fantasies... it's not very hard to guess what Yuuri's talking about.

"You take skating so seriously!" He can't help but comment. "You made it to the Grand Prix final, so you're definitely going to meet him soon. What will you do? Seduce him?"

There's a moment where Yuuri looks like he's going to deny it, cheeks reddening, already shaking his head, but he doesn't actually say that's not what he meant.

"I don't know what I'm going to do. Definitely not that, though. He doesn't even know me. I'd never be bold enough," he doesn't cite Phichit as a reason not to, but it's mostly because, whatever is happening between them, Phichit would likely kill him if he had a chance to sleep with Viktor and didn't take it. It's something of an unspoken understanding.

But he doesn't really want to talk about Viktor right now anyway, not like that. It's something he barely manages to allow himself in his own head, he certainly can't talk about it, which is about the only thing that gets what he does say out of his mouth,

"What... uh... what do you usually do?"

Phichit is certainly genre savvy enough to know when the subject is intentionally being changed, but he doesn't want to embarrass Yuuri too much, did he'll let it go. They'll make Viktor Seducing Plans later.

He considers the question for a moment. "Well, I've tried all kinds of things. But it's usually best when I'm listening to something. I really like the videos with just one person getting off because they're usually hot and noisy but it's easy to close your eyes and imagine other stuff, too. Like a skating role model."

Yuuri considers that for a moment. Even though he doesn't watch a whole lot of porn, his fantasies are always a lot more visual. (If that's somehow connected to why his room is plastered in Viktor posters, though, he's never fully made that connection, doesn't think of them like that, even though he watches the videos for that express purpose.)

"Stop it with that stuff..." Yuuri protests, about the skating role model comment, flushing (though he still doesn't say he's wrong) but the more he thinks about the kind of thing Phichit is talking about... "Do you... think they have something like that with two people?" he's already bright red, so he's just forging ahead, here, "I mean... something more to listen to than see. I think it might be...easier, if it's a little different from what I'm used to anyway."

Phichit cackles when Yuuri tells him off for his teasing, because even that is something he loves. He knows Yuuri can't always verbalize his discomfort, so he feels special when Yuuri does.

"Definitely," Phichit chirps. "There are whole websites for just audio logs, and tons of them involve couples. Actually... that doesn't sound like a bad way to make some extra cash! Skating is really expensive, you know. But no one would know it was me."

"Maybe we could try one of those, then. I think it might be less embarrassing than watching people," he's not really sure, but he does know that watching actual porn by himself is awkward enough and always leaves him vaguely uncomfortable even when it gets the job done.

But then, there's another part to what Phichit's saying and Yuuri can't figure out exactly what his response to that is, only that he's feeling a mixture of things, suddenly, over the thought of Phichit making some kind of recording for a sex site,

"Is that... really something you would want to do?" Yuuri doesn't really have any conscious control over the tone, but it definitely comes out more curious than judgmental, at least.

Phichit can roll with the punches; he knows that what he's just said is pretty weird. He is still somewhat nervous when answering, though, and licks his lips as he starts to answer.

"Well... yeah, kind of. I think it would be fun to record, and if people really could get off to it, I'd feel really good. I guess I just really really like performing for people."

He pouts thoughtfully, then adds, "It might be weird. I wouldn't have to tell you about it, if you don't want to know. We can stick to whatever you're comfortable with!"

"No, it's not weird. I mean, it is weird but not bad weird, just... ugh," Yuuri buries his head in his hands for a moment shaking his head. Yuuri has a hard time with words-- sometimes can't sort them out in his own head, can rarely express them even when he can. He doesn't know what to say half the time and can't say it the other half, and he's not even sure which half this fits into.

"I... uh... I do too, when my nerves don't get the better of me," he manages that much at least, "Performing, I mean. For people." Yes, that's very expressive, Yuuri, thank you.

Phichit knows Yuuri, so he's patient. He waits with a soft, curious expression, not trying to fill in any of Yuuri's gaps or complete his 'um's. When Yuuri's done, Phichit reaches for his hand to hold.

"Thanks for trying to understand me, even when I say weird things," he says earnestly. "But for tonight, let's stick to stuff you're comfortable with."

Yuuri laughs at that and tugs Phichit in, kind of awkwardly since there's still mostly empty plates to deal with, but it's enough to kiss him, barely more than a nervous little peck, to go with his words,

"Phichit, if we always stuck to stuff I'm comfortable with, we'd never get anywhere," he reminds him, grinning, "I like pushing myself, and I trust you. Trust me to say no if I really don't want to do something?"

He is surprised when he's pulled towards Yuuri, but grateful for and delighted by the little kiss. Phichit hums and reaches to touch Yuuri's hair.

He laughs when Yuuri makes the critical remarks about himself and shakes his head. "Of course I trust you, Yuuri! But I think I've learned how to tell when an idea really excites you and when you just agree to make me happy. You get this starry eyed look that I like."

"As though making you happy wasn't a good enough reason to agree to something," he teases back, but he doesn't push that anymore. He goes back to eating, finishing up the last few bites of his dinner in relative silence.

The truth is, he is pretty eager about this, he's just not sure how to get from here to in bed (metaphorically or literally) and it makes him awkward, not sure what's too forward and what's not forward enough.

Yuuri shies away from the conversation, so Phichit doesn't say that he's always happy with Yuuri, even when they're doing nothing but this, sitting on the couch together eating and talking. Just them existing together is enough for him. It's hard to put that into words without feeling a little embarrassed, though -- he doesn't know how much this really means for Yuuri.

So there's silence, until Phichit leans back against the couch with a sigh. "How is your hip feeling now?"

Yuuri sets his plate to the side and leans back with him, testing the movement of his leg as he does.

"Sore, but I think it's starting to do better. I'll probably have to take it a little easier in practice tomorrow, but I don't think anything's really seriously injured."

It's maybe better that they haven't discussed what this really is much. It's entirely possible that Yuuri would freak out if they did-- not because of not wanting to be that way with Phichit, but because of all the other implications.

Phichit would love the honor of getting to call Yuuri his boyfriend, but right now he thinks if he tries, Yuuri will just panic and retreat away from him. He can be so skittish and shy, just like a hamster. Phichit smiles as he makes this connection.

"I'm glad it's not serious, but I'm still gonna pamper you until all of the bruising is gone," Phichit promises.

Also occasionally he can poof up like a hamster, if he's startled.

It's surprisingly apt. Not the least reason of which being that Phichit's incredibly good with hamsters.

Yuuri laughs to that and shakes his head,

"That seems a little excessive. I'm sure the bruise will last a lot longer than the pain will." And then there's that sly look for a moment, the one that's usually so hard-won but seems to be coming easily tonight, "Or did you just want an excuse to play nurse?" He's not quite to the point where he could say sexy nurse, but it's strongly implied in the tone.

Phichit grins as he's caught and shrugs, bringing his shoulders all the way up to his ears.

"Whoops, am I that obvious? Or maybe you just know how much I lo~ove to take care of you."

He giggles and wraps his arm around Yuuri's back, hugging him gently.

"You're not exactly subtle," he points out, but he's grinning now, leaning into him, and he tries something he's never done before, not really, before he can think better of it.

The kiss he leans in for is nothing new, it's not even a particularly spectacular kiss, though it's warm and it lingers. It's paired though with a quiet,

"Thank you for making dinner. And for taking care of me in general," it's the kind of thing a boyfriend might do, or at least someone something past just friends who happen to be sexually compatible would do. It's also unusual for Yuuri to admit he even needs to be taken care of, much less thank someone for doing it.

He's a little surprised, but pleasantly so, when Yuuri leans into him and initiates a soft kiss. It's not like Yuuri's never been the one to kiss him, but usually that's when they're having sex, or when he wants to; when he's horny, and the kisses are hot and heavy. This one isn't so hot, but somehow it still sits heavy on Phichit's heart.

And then the left hook follows the right one; the sweet words sound so vulnerable in Yuuri's soft voice, and it makes Phichit want to do all kinds of romantic things to him. He whines from deep in his throat.

"Yuuri..." Phichit answers softly. "Of course. Of course I would.... you don't have to even thank me. I like to."

Yuuri's not good with emotions. They run roughshod over him on a regular basis and he doesn't like to share them, feels like too much pressure to do so is stifling, rude. Everyone in this place is too open about them and it makes him seem even more withdrawn than he would be back home, where he was still considered to be quiet, shy. Dealing with someone like Phichit who's so loud should be overwhelming, and sometimes it is, but there's a middle to meet in and Phichit's really good about just kind of... being himself and letting Yuuri stumble his way there.

He's a bit over-extended at the moment, though, so he doesn't immediately say anything to that, kind of needs a moment or two of space, so he picks up the plates to carry into the kitchen and even though he's favoring one side a little, it's clear that the ice and the nap have helped tremendously.

"The least I can do is get the dishes," he calls over a shoulder, because he needs to run away a bit, but he doesn't need to be an ass about it.

Phichit watches Yuuri go, turning around and pulling his knees up onto the couch so he can keep looking.

"Are you sure?" He calls, keeping his physical distance. "If you're in pain you can leave them in the sink for now. I'll get to them later!"

"No, it's fine. If I start to hurt I'll stop, I promise," he means it, too. But the work settles something a little more in his head, lets him escape into something he doesn't have to talk through for a moment, because they can't really talk over the sound of the water anyway.

It's not a difficult clean-up, but he's feeling a little more settled by the time he's through-- it's not quite enough for him to feel comfortable coming back over and kissing Phichit again, but it's enough for him to trail his fingers against his hand when he asks,

"Bed?" they should do some off-ice training, go for a run or head somewhere to work on ballet or something, it's still early enough for it. But Yuuri's both tired and still running off a kind of endorphin high from everything that's happened today, on top of his hip being a mess. Even if they don't end up fooling around (and who is he kidding) the thought of curling up somewhere warm together is too nice to lose out on because of some kind of emotional distance on his part.

Since Yuuri is adamant about doing the dishes Phichit lets him, turning back around and distracting himself scrolling through Instagram to the sound of running water. He gets so engrossed he doesn't even realize Yuuri's done, until the old floor creaks under his feet as he comes back over to the couch.

When Phichit looks up, Yuuri looks soft and vulnerable and asks him to join him in bed with a lingering touch. Phichit grins and puts his phone down.

"Yeah, of course. Yours?" He asks, already getting up and stretching.

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Foreshadowing lol

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