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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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"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.

"Yeah, okay," he doesn't really care one way or the other since their beds are pretty much identical, but being in his own room might make him a little more comfortable, "Do you... want to go ahead and get your laptop?" They could use his, but Yuuri's presuming Phichit's already got links or downloads, or something and it's probably easier for him to navigate his own computer. It'll be less embarrassing he thinks, too.

He's not really sure if he's 100% ready to just leap back into sexy things, still feels a little uncomfortably vulnerable, but he figures they won't want to get up after they're in bed.

Phichit blinks, and then chuckles and nods. "Sure! You go ahead and get comfortable. Make the bed nice and warm for when I get there!"

He's mostly teasing, although he really does hate when he gets into bed and the sheets are icy cold. He leaves a little kiss on Yuuri's cheek before he skips off to his bedroom to get the stuff.

There are a hell of a lot of worse and more difficult things in this world than warming chilled sheets for your maybe-kind-of-possibly-boyfriend. Yuuri chuckles softly to that, thinks it's cute, but really, it's probably a good thing Phichit gives him a task, because otherwise he would probably come back to Yuuri just standing in the middle of the room awkwardly, not really knowing what to do.

As it is, by the time Phichit gets back he's gotten his pants off (though it's not immediately obvious under the covers) because he's worried about trying to get them off later with the bruise, which just leaves him in boxer briefs and his undershirt, and he's under the blankets propped up on pillows, with space beside him for Phichit.

He looks a little nervous, but that's pretty much just how Yuuri looks.

Phichit comes to Yuuri's room with his laptop tucked under his arm, and he sets it down on the nightstand. When he turns to Yuuri, a soft smile tugs on his lips and he touches his own cheek.

"Gosh, you're so cute, Yuuri," he sighs happily. He lifts the blanket to slide underneath it, careful about where he's putting his body in relation to Yuuri's.
"Tell me how you're feeling..?"

"Better now," he answers and it's a sexy answer, but he's just being honest. He was nervous while Phichit was getting the laptop, has fussed with the pillows a bunch and debated whether it was okay for him to take his pants off and if the pillows were right or if he was already messing this up. But Phichit warm under the blanket next to him makes him feel better instantly.

He winds an arm around him and tugs him in, being careful of his own hip, but kissing him just seems like the logical next step. If the kiss starts to get a little bit more heated than sweet, well, they're in bed together and they're about to watch porn.

Not for the first time, Phichit realizes that when Yuuri grows into his natural appeal and learns to weaponize it, he's going to be a force to be reckoned with. Until then, he's happy to be the person sliding into his best friend's warm bed, their bodies shifting to accommodate each other as Yuuri pulls him closer. Phichit hums contently into the kiss and slides his fingers into Yuuri's hair as he tilts his head to return the heat.

Yuuri always kisses like he could kiss forever, which probably only lends additional credence to Phichit's opinion of his future ability to weaponize something like this. He always looks a little dazed afterwards, too, as though he has to remember there's a world outside of his mouth on someone else's.

It's probably a little tempting to just keep kissing him, but they also have a plan and it won't be long before Yuuri remembers that and gets awkward about derailing them.

Phichit's not feeling the same kind of rush, not thinking about the race against Yuuri's nerves, but when Yuuri pulls back he knows better than to pursue, to push him into anything too fast or too much.

"Feeling okay?" He asks kindly, stroking his fingers through Yuuri's hair and down along the nape of his neck. "Need a break?"

It's a thin line-- push too hard and Phichit will likely feel bad about it later, but don't push hard enough and Yuuri starts to get that feeling like maybe he's being coddled a little, and while he'll occasionally permit Phichit to actually take care of him, like dinner tonight, it's still a pretty rare thing. Maybe it shouldn't be such a hair trigger between a respectful lack of pressure and the implication that he's too weak to handle anything else, but mental illness is a bit of a beast that way. Phichit's usually pretty good at the line.

This time, though, Yuuri makes a bit of a face and kind of pulls back a little,

"Why? Do I look like I need one?" Look, he's infamous for shoving a girl in the hospital, it's actually a pretty mild reaction for him.

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